Disclaimer: None of the Harry Potter world is mine, it all
belongs to greedy old J.K. Rowling and Warner. I make no money
out of this.  Author's Notes: Written for smalltumbleweed in the
femmefest of 2009. Thanks to Malory and Beware the Smirk for
accomplished beta-ing.   Hogwarts is still tonight. The school
at night is so different, so empty of the life that thrums like
blood through its veins during the day. Dust disturbed during
the course of the day, stirred up into a semi-life caught high
in the air, begins to drift back down to the floorboards.
Particles drift in and out of the dim candlelight, or slightly
harsher wand glow. Faint and ethereal, they return to their
fellows in the grooves between boards without even a whisper. I
love the still of the Hogwarts night after the bustle and crush
of the halls during the day. Gryffindor Common Room will always
be my home away from home, but there's something special about
the school at night, silent and shadowed. Something more
magical.  Remus is my normal pa