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"You cannot leave us to the wolves!" a man shouted. He had two young daughters clinging to his robes. There was desperation in his eyes tinged with fear. "At least protect my daughters."

Sirius stepped forward a bit. He did not dare come too close. "We cannot. We already suspect that there is a traitor in our midst and we cannot afford to-"

"To what, do you honestly believe that I am working for him? Do you believe that Tom Riddle would allow me into his service? Sirius, I thought you were ignorant but I did not believe you to be stupid."

"We cannot protect you Aland," Dumbledore said. He conjured up a small couch and motioned for the girls to sit down. "I am sorry but we are already stretched too thin as it is. We have our obligations."

"As Headmaster of Hogwarts your obligations is to protect the children of this world. You can protect us. You are just afraid to because these two are afraid. They're on the hunt for the Potters and now you do not know what to do. You want to find this traitor but you will not shelter those you know are allies. I can smell your fear. You reek of it."

"We are not afraid!" Sirius yelled.

"They are after our best friend," Remus said. "What do you want us to do?"

Aland paced quickly back and forth. "Is sacrificing one life worth saving another?"

"This is war," Remus answered. "You know as well as I do that there are casualties in war. It is a truth that we cannot change. If he does kill-"

"What if it's not them? What if it is Longbottom's child the prophesy refers to? What will you do when they cut them down?"

"I have reasons to believe that they are of no interest to Lord Voldemort," Dumbledore answered.

"You are going on guesses and speculations," Aland retorted

"I have my reasons."

"This war cannot be won with a child. Even if it is the Potter child that is said to save our world, he cannot do it alone. What do you think this child will do? Do you think he will raise an army when he is older? Do you think that he is destined to be the most powerful? I do not know what you expect of this savior but you are killing my angels. I will tell you this; your arrogance and fear will doom your friends."

"They are safe," Remus insisted.

"Are they?" Aland asked in almost a sing-song tone. "I was just told that there was a traitor in your midst. Perhaps you should start looking before it is too late. Try looking at those closest to you." He casually lifted his right eye brow. "You never know who the traitor may be."

"That's enough!" Sirius yelled. "I will not let you stand here and insult us any more. Get out!"

Remus pulled his head out of the Pensieve. The memory had haunted him forever. The Order received news of the attack by Greyback on the family. It occurred the same night Lily gave birth to Harry. It was strange that Greyback did not attack on a full moon. The man's body was found in a remote house. It was obvious they were trying to hide. The man was tortured to death. His daughters were never found. It was speculated by Dumbledore that they were turned into werewolves, Greyback's M.O. It would be a fearful night when Greyback does turn them loose upon their world. They would be starving for revenge and their minds warped by Greyback. The werewolves would gain the upper hand.

Remus had searched for them amongst the werewolves. He had listened for whispers about them but there were none. It was the best kept secret amongst his fellow man. Greyback must have kept them under lock and key for protection of his prizes. Only the light of the full moon will reveal them one day. He feared every full moon. Only those who welcomed it were to be feared to the contrary of what several wizards would want to believe. That number was growing increasingly faster every month. He knew the werewolf army was growing beyond measure. Now, like Sirius, he was confined in hiding. McGonagall had set him up in Hogwarts for the time being. Arrangements would be made at the beginning of the school year. He could not return to the normal world until the end of the war. Greyback knew he was a spy now. His chance to find Aland's daughters was gone and now their fate would forever be a mystery until they struck.

The war was growing and their world was about to implode upon itself. Dumbledore was gone, killed by his trusted spy. Their fate was a mystery now. No one knew how much information Snape passed onto them that was true. Their real fear was how much he passed onto his Dark Lord. He had always tried to keep from referring to Harry as the Chosen One but their world was in desperate need of a savior. People in their community were losing faith and fear was running rampant through the streets. Aland was right so many years ago. Fear is what drives people. Fear drove him and Sirius to have Dumbledore turn them away. Remus now realized that Aland may have been the only one who could have saved James and Lily.

Remus began to pace the floor. He was beginning to become lost in his self-pity and guilt when an owl flew into his window. It perched on a chair. It stared at Remus and Remus stared back at the owl. The owl was unfamiliar to him. Remus took a closer look at it. He did not recognize it as a regular Hogwarts owl. It was white like Harry's but the markings were different. This owl had many more black feathers patterned across its body. He studied it a while longer until the owl grew impatient and started to stick its leg out to him and screeching. Remus untied the rolled message and the owl flew out the window. It did not wait to for Remus' response.

"Strange," he said to himself. He unrolled the piece of parchment and found that it was blank. However, there was something else inside of it. He then unrolled it and found that it was a picture. He looked into the face of the man who was turned away so many years ago. He was smiling and holding two young girls. They were both smiling and waving excitedly at the camera. "What does this mean?" Remus asked himself. As the words left his mouth, the picture began to catch fire right next to Aland's head. He dropped it and watched it burn to ashes. The child on the right was the last thing he could recognize. A chill ran up his back. They were alive.

His mind spiraled into a frenzy of conclusions. The fact that they were alive meant only one thing; they were with Greyback. Greyback was the only one who could have saved them. There was no trace of a struggle besides around the body of Aland. The Aurors declared the girls missing. It was his worst fear. Remus paced the room even more furiously now. He had to find out who owned that owl. White owls in Britain were rare and had to be bought from Diagon Alley unless it was a foreign wizard. Even then it would be difficult to track down even if the owl did come from outside of the islands. The owl was irrelevant. There was no means of tracking its origins. There was only one thing clear about this message.

"Revenge," Remus said quietly. His end was coming. He was the last Marauder. He no longer considered Wormtail one. He knew Wormtail would meet his end. Remus was almost certain that this was how he would meet his end. He began to think if he would beg for his life just on his knees in front of them. It was an unpleasant thought. He would never beg. He would be a man and fight to the end. There was no other choice.

"Remus," McGonagall said poking her head into her office. "It's time to go. We promised we would be there to help set up."

"Very well Headmistress."

"Please do not call me Headmistress now," she said. "Minerva will do until the start of term," she smiled. "What's that?"

Remus looked down at the pile of ashes. A small clump fell over from the top like a tiny avalanche. "Just an old love letter I didn't want Tonks to find," he lied.

"I'll find out what it truly was," McGonagall sighed. She lifted the ashes from the ground and directed them lazily with her wand into an opened jar on her desk. "I do have witnesses."

Remus looked around and saw several of the former Headmasters and Headmistresses pretending to sleep. Dumbledore was one of the sleeping. He snored softly with his half-moon spectacle resting on his nose. He wondered if Dumbledore was really asleep.

McGonagall picked up a couple of wrapped packages sitting on her desk. "Come Remus. We can walk down to Rosmerta's and floo to the Weasley's home from there."

Remus grabbed his tattered cloak off the back of a chair and slung it over his shoulder. McGonagall held the door open for him. They walked silently through the castle and down the path leading to the Three Broom Sticks. Poor Rosmerta was assaulted by Ministry officials. They were able to put her straight and help her through the trauma of what she was forced to do. He did hope that she would attend the wedding but he doubted it.

It was still strange to him that they were attending a wedding. He did not know if it was because of the war or because the groom was attacked. It had been almost a month since the attack on Hogwarts but the scars still showed on everyone. He knew it would be a beautiful wedding. Molly Weasley wouldn't have it any other way. She would beat anyone who cried any tear of sorrow and weep loudly with those who had tears of joy. That's what he loved about that woman. She had seven children with more than enough love for a daughter-in-law, Harry, and Hermione.

When they arrived in the Three Broom Sticks, she was quiet and withdrawn. She was busy wiping down tables and picking up empty glasses. McGonagall called out to her and she waved but that was it. Remus heard someone mutter about how unfortunate she was. They helped themselves to the Floo Powder and left without a word.

Notes: I apologize for the some what vague beginning. Please be kind, this is the first attempt of an accounting major...eek!