Disclaimer: I don't own it. My dear idol J.K. Rowling does. -
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Author's Note: This came outta no where. I seriously don't know where I got this idea, but I like it. MWPP times.
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Remus and his mother were eating happily as Remus excitedly talked about his upcoming year at Hogwarts, where he would be a fourth year. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
"I wonder who that could be?" His mother asked as he shrugged. Remus sat staring at his plate, listening to the conversation.
"Are you sure, sir?" His mother asked.
"Yes, we need to take him." Remus tensed, what was going on? Two men in fancy robes walked into the kitchen. Remus, confused, looked up at his mother, only for her to turn away.
"Yes, may I help you?" Remus asked politely.
"Come with us." Said a tall man who looked to be in his mid-twenties. Remus was even more confused.
"Okay...Will I need to pack anything?" He asked.
"No, Just come with us." Remus stood up, and suddenly he found himself in handcuffs.
"What's going on!" He shouted, struggling to get his hands freed.
"We are members from the Ministry of Magic's Werewolf Evacuation Project. You are to remain silent and any struggling will cease to punishment." Remus looked to his mother.
"Mum? You're going to let them do this to me! Help me mother!" He yelled, becoming frantic. The tall man tried to put something around Remus' arm, but Remus bit him. The man screamed out as Remus made sure to draw blood.
"Serves you right. Now get me outta here!" He screamed.
"Silencio!" Said the other man. Remus screamed himself hoarse, though no one could hear him. Remus put up a fit, mouthing profain words to the two men.
"Please sir, my son never hurt anyone-"
"Goodbye ma'am." Said the tall man, holding the place where Remus bit him in one hand, and holding Remus' arm in the other. Ms.Lupin watched as they took away her only child, crying silent tears.
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Remus stared at himself in the tiny broken mirror in his cell. The cell was tiny. He could walk from the cot (if you could call it a cot) to the "Restroom" in two steps, then there was one step from the toilet to the broken sink, then one more step from the sink to the cot.
"I look terrible." Remus said aloud to himself. He learned not to be too stubborn after finding out what "punishment" was: Getting hit with something-anything- that was silver. Remus was also getting beat up by some of the older kids. He had noticed while eating that in this "jail", the ages ranged anywhere from about five, to about twenty-one. He felt like a protector to the younger kids he had met, causing him to be beat up often. He would play big brother to the real young kids, telling them stories of Hogwarts, telling them "Happily ever after" stories. He really felt close to them.
Remus looked around his cell. The doors were pure silver, not a single other element in the bars. The sink was rusted so much it wouldn't move. And Remus swore the toilet was from the eighteenth century. The cot was more like a hammock that didn't rock. It was certainly made of the same exact material as a hammock, making for a very unconfortable sleep. The showers only had freezing cold water, despite the fact that there were certain times each prisoner could take a shower.
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Remus was staring at the grimy walls of the shower, sitting and trying to relax. He was only in the shower for fifteen minutes, and he had to wash a cockroach, black widow, and a beetle down the drain. He stared at the cuts and bruises he had, deciding this was worst than fifty full moons in a row, not that he wanted to know what fifty full moon's damage would do to him.
"Hey. You." A kid said from around the corner. Remus turned and saw a boy about his age. Remus pointed at himself as if to say, "Me?"
"Yeah, you. I know how to make the water a bit warmer." Remus smiled.
"Really?"
"Yeah, watch. you gotta turn the hot and the cold at the same time. You turn the cold off, while turning the hot on. It's not much warmer, but it's something." The boy said. Remus grinned.
"Thanks...uh-"
"Jakob. Jakob Anderson." The boy said.
"You are...?"
"Remus Lupin." Jakob smiled.
"You're new here aren't you? How old are you? I've seen you around helping the little ones.
"Yes, I'm new. I'm fourteen. And I do help the little kids because they're too young to fend for themselves. How old are you?"
"Sixteen. I'm from Ireland.You?"
"Here in England. Why don't you..."
"Have an accent? My parents are actually from here, but we moved to Ireland when I was twelve."
"Oh. I see."
"But really!" Jakob's outburst surprised Remus.
"What?"
"I overheard a kid say that if there were dementors in this place, It'd worst than Azkaban! All because we're werewolves! I saw a kid who was an American, came here to visit his aunt, and got taken away! This place is sadistic!" Remus grimaced. Jakob had a point.
"Hey, Jakob, how long have you been here?" Remus asked.
"A month." Jakob said. Remus stared at his jean pants, no longer dirty, but instead soaked. He couldn't imagine an entire month in this place...
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Sirius stared at the empty bed where one of his best friends was supposed to be. Dumbledore had pulled them aside after the feast and told them what was going on. It just wasn't right...
"Excuse me boys." Dumbledore said, catching James, Sirius, and Peter's attention.
"Yessir? We didn't do anything..." James said. Dumbledore smiled, but Sirius could tell his heart wasn't in it.
"I'm afraid to tell you that Mr.Lupin might not be joining us anytime soon. He-"
"What happened to Remus! Is he sick? Is he hurt? Is he in the hospital!" Sirius bombarded Dumbledore with questions and was going to continue, but Dumbledore raised his hand up for silence.
"Please Mr.Black. Mr.Lupin is currently stuck in a place where the Ministry has been holding werewolves. I'm afraid that he will not be let out, and until we find a way, he won't be able to come to school."
"But-" Sirius and James said at the same time.
"I'm sorry boys. I just thought you would like to know why he wasn't here. We will try our hardest to get him out as soon as possible. You may go up to your dormatory now."
Sirius didn't want to believe Dumbledore. But as he stared at the empty bed, he couldn't think of anywhere else he'd be.
"This can't be real..." He said to himself.
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Remus was definetly worn out. The people in charged forced them to do work all day, from five in the morning, to ten at night. No food, one meal a day was it. The "meal" consisted of a piece of stale bread and some contaminated water. Remus was sure he had a cold, or the flu, or something. His back ached from being hit so many times. He wanted to die.
"Hey, Remus!" Whispered Jakob loudly from the cell across from him. He looked over a saw Jakob through the bars of his cell.
"What Jake?" He asked, voice hoarse.
"I'm gonna break outta here." Remus stood up and grabbed onto the bars, no matter how much pain it caused his hands to be in.
"What!...You can't! I..it's...It's impossible." He sputtered.
"No it's not. I'm gonna get the keys tomorrow morning, while we're working. They won't even notice. You gonna help me."
"No. Well risk getting caught. Hold on, don't go to sleep, Okay?" Remus quickly ripped off some material from his shirt and grabbed a pen he had found, He used the wall to write his plan, and draw a quick diagram of their way to get out.
"Hurry, I'm just might fall asleep outta waiting for you..." Jakob yawned.
"Hold on...Here, catch this!" Remus threw the cloth, rolled up in a ball, as hard as he could past the bars of his own cell into the bars of Jakob's cell. Jakob quickly hid the cloth as a gaurd walked past them.
"Get to sleep you filthy scum!" He yelled at the two boys.
"Yessir." The boys stuttered.
Just as Remus was about to fall asleep, he heard Jakob mutter one last thing before drifting into dreamland...
"Perfect."
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Author's Note: Please review. Constructive critism only, no flames. Any flames will be given to Remus so he can stay warm in his cell... :)