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The pack was gathered, seemingly from the four corners of the earth. Derek and Stiles had moved to a town called Beacon Hills in America to live a quiet life away from all the mayhem the Dark Lord was causing. Sirius and Remus were living in the Black estate of 12 Grimmauld Place in London. The Potters were in hiding, having been given intel that they were the Dark Lord's next target. At least they had been in hiding until the Dark Lord found them and killed them. And that was why they were gathered in the Lupin-Black house living room. It was glum occasion for the pack to be reunited for. Hagrid, Dumbledore, and McGonagall had arrived with the Potter's baby, little Harry Potter, sole survivor if not only the Potter line, but also the only victim that had survived an attack from Voldemort. The others in the Order of the Phoenix had not come together to mourn the loss but the old pack welcomed the arrival of their pack's first born. "He cannot stay here." Dumbledore said looking carefully at Sirius who was cradling the child possessively.
"You can't take him." Sirius growled through his tears.
"Pettigrew is gone, and you know as well as I, their deaths will be framed." Dumbledore said, leaving the 'on you' silent.
"On you Sirius." Remus said, voicing what Dumbledore had not, as he carefully took the sleeping child from his mate.
"I'm not going to run." Sirius snarled.
"You have to." Stiles said earnestly.
"Come back to America with us." Derek said as less than an offer and more of a statement.
"I'm going to stay and fight." Sirius stood and whipped the tears from his eyes roughly.
"You can stay and fight, or live and run." McGonagall said sharply as Remus handed the baby to Stiles.
"They killed them Moony! They killed Prongs. I'm not just going to run away with my tail between my legs." Sirius smacked a lamp off a table. It flew across the room and shattered against the opposite wall.
"Go Sirius." Dumbledore took his glasses off and began cleaning them on his robes.
"Can't they keep 'im?" Hagrid implored.
"I see no reason why they can't take Harry to America with them. If they go." McGonagall said. "I told you already Albus. I watched those muggles, his aunt and uncle, all day. They're the worst sort."
"So you have a choice, come to America with Harry or let horrible muggles have him." Stiles said as he looked down at the tiny baby in his arms before looking up at Remus.
"Please Sirius." Remus sighed and looked at his mate.
"Don't. Don't do that to me Remus." Sirius slumped back into his chair seeming defeated. No one said anything; everyone was watching Sirius who had his head in his hands. "Promise me we'll be safe. Promise me if we go to America Harry will be safe." He looked at Dumbledore searchingly. "And promise me Peter will pay for this." Sirius looked around at all the others before his eyes landed on Remus. "Can you promise me that?" He asked. They say in silence, everyone looking afraid as the darkness of their situation became all too real for each of them.
