Oh crap, ok. This is my first story I'm putting here. I'm really self-conscious about it. I know once I hit the post button I'm going to hate it T.T. Please be right. Corrective criticism is welcomed. Please correct me on spelling and grammar errors. I Hope you like it! (And yes, the title is a joke, not a very good one though)

Disclamer: J.K. Rowling beat me too it

One Man Wolf Pack
Chapter One:
Interrogation

The room would have been pitch black had it not been for the ball of enchanted light hanging above his head. The room was freezing, making him wonder if there had been a dementor near by. An unlit cigarette dangled from his lips, thanks to Moody, who had been uncharacteristically kind to him. His legs and torso were chained to the chair and his arms bound to the table, making it almost impossible to do wand-less magic without being noticed. The chains felt red hot against his skin. At first, when he tried to resist, the metal broke his skin effortlessly. Small pools of nearly dried blood lied under his hands and feet.

Thuds of wood against floor grew louder and louder. The door opened with a metallic creek. Alistor Moody along with another Female auror - who was carrying a small box of potions – came in, followed by an Ox patronus.

He chewed and sucked on the end of the cigarette nervously, trying to calm himself as Moody dimmed the light above him. The dull lighting hit Mad Eye's face in all the right places, highlighting all his battle scars.
"I believe you know why you're here Lupin."
Remus fidgeted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position for his hands.

"Remus John Lupin. You are under arrest for suspicion of the aid in the death of Peter Pettigrew, and Lily and James Potter."
"Excuse me?" Before he could say anything else, they slapped a pair of handcuffs on his wrist. He growled softly as the metal burned his skin.

He was shaking all the way to the Ministry. Three of his best friends... dead! How did this happen? What about the Fidelius Charm? DAMN! Sirius! After all it was obvious that he had been the Secret-Keeper. Did the death eaters squeeze the information out of him? If so then how was he suspected? Was it because of him being a werewolf? Had they tough he was the Secret-Keeper? And that's when he saw it. Three Aurors holding the mad man back, screaming and laughing at the same time. His jet black hair layinghaphazardly across his face. His gray eyes fill with crazy blood lust. They pulled Sirius Black onto the boat. One that would lead him to Azkaban. . .

"You know Moody, braking into my flat and putting silver handcuffs on me wasn't the best way of telling me of three of my best friend's demise and treason of another."
"The cuffs where a basic precaution." The female Auror said, but Remus ignored her.
"Where's Harry?" He asked.
"He's fine." Moody Huffed.
"Where. Is. He?" He was starting to lose his cool. He had lost so much in the past twenty-four hours, he wasn't about to lose Harry, the last bit of Lily and James he had.
"Dumbledore's taken him to his aunt's. Muggle. He'll be safe there."
Remus relaxed a bit. He hadn't noticed, in his rage, he had tried to pull his arms free, making them bleed again.
"Honestly, is the silver necessary? You know me Moody."
"And I though I knew Black, but I was wrong."
Remus flinched at the name. It made his insides burn in a way he couldn't explain. It was like his stomach was lined with Firewhiskey, but the burning was anything but soothing and encouraging.

The female Auror pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid. He knew exactly was it was. He was here for interrogation and they were going to get the truth out of him. She pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and put it in her own. Then she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back, leaving his mouth open slightly. Instead of only the necessary three drops, she poured the whole bottle of Veritaserum down his throat. He felt like his mind wasn't his own anymore, like someone was thinking for him.
"When was the last time you saw Sirius Black?" She asked.
"T-This morning." He said unwillingly. Remus balled his fists up and tried to fight it, but all the Veritaserum overpowered him. She pushed his head forward, let go of him and walked to the front of the table. She grabbed his clutched fists and looked into his eyes. She had thick, messy black hair, held up by a hair clip. Her eyes, in this lighting, looked a dark shade of violet. She had black circles around her eyes, most likely from lack of sleep. He had seen her before, no doubt.
"Did you know Black was the Secret-Keeper?"
"I-I wasn't sure b-but that's what I assume since he was the c-closest to James."
"Did you know Black was a Death Eater?"
"No... I-I didn't..." Remus' insides curled again. How could this be? You think you know a guy for ten years and bam! Death Eater. But Sirius Loathed dark Magic. It didn't make sense.
"Are you a Death Eater?"
"No! I would never!" Remus said willingly.
"You're lying." She growled. "I can smell it." She reached for another bottle of Veritaserum and again, poured the whole thing in his mouth. He twitched in his seat and the Veritaserum overpowered him further.
"Why did Black tell Voldemort?"
"I don't know!" Remus growled. "I didn't know he was a Death Eater or Secret-Keeper to the Potters. I don't know anything!"
"What part did you play in the Potters and Pettigrew's death?" She asked.
"I-I didn't. I didn't even know till just an hour ago!"
"You filthy werewolf!" She yelled in his face. "You can't lie to me! How could you not know you're friends had died?"
"I-I didn't ok?"
She sighed, pulled out her wand and lit the cigarette. She reached her hand back in the box. "Well it's obvious you're fighting the Veritaserum, and if that won't make you talk -" She pulled out a knife. "—Silver will." She ran the knife across the palm of Remus' hand. His fingers curled in pain and he growled, trying not to scream out. He metal was searing hot. It not only broke his skin, but it started to melt the edges of skin it touched. The Auror was getting a sick sadistic pleaser of seeing Remus suffer.
"What. Part. Did. You. Play. Wolf?" She asked again.
"I didn't." He said though his teeth.
"Liar." She hissed and put her cigarette out in his wound.

This went on for hours. Moody just stood there and let her torture the answers out of Remus. It was only when she drew her wand to perform the Cruciatus Curse that Moody stopped her.
"Ok Trent... that's enough." He said. She put her wand away and left the interrogation room. Remus was trembling violently. His arms and hands covered in slashes from the silver knife.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! It hurts! So FUCKING bad!

He was trying to pull his arms back, out of the cuffs, but it was only making it worse.
"W-why the h-hell did y-you l-let her d-do that?" Remus asked, panting from the pain.
"Only way to make sure you were telling the truth. Someone as skilled as you can fight Veritaserum. But no matter how strong you are, you're always weak to silver." Moody unlocked his shackles and chains. Remus tucked his hands under his arms to stop the bleeding and doubled over in pain.

This had truly been the worst day of his life. After his mother and Father died, the Marauders where all he had left, now half of them where dead and one was in Azkaban for causing their deaths. He was truly alone for the first time in his life. No friends, no family, no one to love or love him back.

He could have sworn he cough Sirius' eyes. He swore that he saw that grin he gave when they always flirted. There was no denying it, Sirius winked at him before being focused onto the boat.

Where had it gone wrong? Where had his friend snapped? Was it because of that fight they had? That stupid fight and seemed to open Remus' eyes. He now saw that Sirius was hiding his own traitorous behavior by accusing Remus of being a spy.

"You are a dark creature after all."

Remus felt himself being lifted out of the chair. "Come on Lupin, I'll take you too my office and heal you up." Said the rough voice as he dragged Remus out of the cold room. The silver Ox kept the two Dementors away as they walked by. Moody sat Remus down in his office and gave him another cigarette and a bottle of potion. "It won't heal the wounds completely but it'll stop the bleeding." He said. Remus rubbed it on his hands and forearms before lighting his cigarette. His whole body was shaking, maybe from the pain, or the silver, or maybe just from grief, the werewolf couldn't tell.
"I know you've been though a lot tonight, but—"
"Oh for God Sakes Moody! What more could you possibly do to me? I've already been over dosed on Veritaserum and slashed by a silver blade!"
"We have to inspect your flat."
"Why the hell would you-"
"We know Sirius lived with you."
That twinge of pain tweaked in his chest again.

XxXxX

Remus sat on his couch as seven Aurors rummaged though his house. All he could do was watch as they went though all of his and Sirius' personal items. He was cuffed with his hands in the front with cigarettes and a lighter. Remus had smoked almost half a pack when Moody sat down next to him with a photo book he vaguely remembered Lily giving him for his birthday that year.
"It's only been a half an hour. That's a lot of fags, even for you Lupin."
"I know." Remus said and stabbed the rest of the cigarette onto the coffee table.
"Here." Moody put the book on his lap. "I looked though it to see if I could find anything of Black's planning. Just a bunch of pictures. Got them before the others. You better be thanking me." He said. Remus cocked an eyebrow. He had looked though it before, he knew he had, but he forgot most of the pictures. The only ones he could remember were the graduation pictures and Lily and James' wedding picture. He opened it and flipped though the pages. He smiled softly at James' face smiling back at him. The book started at their first year in Hogwarts. It was filled with pictures of the Marauders, Hogsmeade trips, pictures after successful pranks, pictures of everyone visiting him in the hospital wing after a transformation, parties in the common room for Christmas, birthdays, Quidditch game wins, and . . .

Oh God!

There it was, staring him right in the face. The picture was halfway though the album, in the section under their seventh year. Lily had taken the picture and seemed to had found the need to put it in this book. Sirius had his arms around Remus' body, one hand on his upper back and one on the small of his back. Remus had one arm around Sirius' neck and the other was trying to block the camera. They were sharing a tender kiss at the graduation party. Remus' cheeks were pink, and desperately trying to push the camera away as he kissed his lover.

Oh God, oh God! Damn it Lily!

He could feel the blood rush to his face as he closed the book quickly.
"I ain't gonna judge. Personally I don't give a shit if you're a ponce." Moody huffed. He muttered something that suspiciously sounded like 'always suspected you were one'
"Obviously you don't want it to be known so I won't tell."
"Thank you Moody..." Remus said, clutching the scrap book to his chest.
"This is harder on you then I though then."
"You have no idea..."

Moody got up to talk to the Auror that had tortured him, Trent. She had a bag sling around her shoulders for carrying potions and other magical items.
"I don't know why you made me make this." She growled at Moody, while pushing a bottle of potion into his hands. "Why should I care if that monster kills himself? One less dark creature I say."
"Oh Shut your damn mouth Trent." Moody said and limped back over to Remus.
"Here, its gonna be a rough month." He handed Remus the potion. Remus opened the top and looked inside. It gave off a soft blue fog.
"Wolfsbane?"
"Yep, It'll help."
"Thank you. You've been to kind to me."
"You've gone though hell and back today. You are a member of the Order and we just lost four all in one night. Can't risk losing another."
Moody stood next to Remus and oversaw as the Aurors still ripped apart the flat.
"So... who's that Trent girl?" Remus asked as he eyed her across the room.
"Jezebel Trent." He said. "Surprised you don't remember her. She graduated with you. She was in Slytherin of course. Loathed Potter with a passion."
"Ah... I knew I recognized her..."

Trent walked out of his and Sirius room.
"Didn't find anything that could link him to The Dark Lord, but I found these." A smirked formed on her face as she held up a pair of handcuffs. Moody's blue eye swirled around then fixed itself on Remus. His face turn scarlet and he looked down. Trent chuckled and set the handcuffs on the coffee table before she turned around to continue searching. Moody just gave Remus a look.
"Sirius' idea..."