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The Moon's Doe

Chapter one

On the corner of Lincoln Street, Muggle London, in a brick high-rise block of flats, sat Lord Voldemort with a cloaked man at his side.

"Avery, get some tea for our guest." he said to the standing man.

Avery nodded and bowed deeply before he said, "Yes, my Lord."

Voldemort did not say thank you when the other man returned with a tray holding two cups of tea and a plate of plain shortbreads. He sat them down on the glass table in between Voldemort's chair and another opposite his.

"Get the door," said Voldemort coldy, "I assume he has arrived."

"Of course, my Lord."

Avery headed down the flat's corridor with distaste; it was not the ideal place for a meeting, nor did it have a clean kitchen. He opened the wooden front door and tried not to flinch when he saw a large, rangy man with matted hair and whiskers. He looked fairly young, but the light scars across his forehead aged him. His eyes resembled a savage dog's and he had a grey tinge to his complexion. He looked half werewolf, Avery noted, and gasped quietly.

"The Dark Lord awaits your presence," he told the beastly man.

The pair did not say anything on the way down the mouldy corridor, and both bowed in front of Voldemort.

"You may go now, Avery, treat your ill son," said Voldemort with his eyes on the new man. Avery seemed to disappear down the corridor and out of the flat in a heartbeat.

"My Lord," said the beastly man, bowing again lightly.

Voldemort gestured to the chair opposite him. "Fenrir Greyback, we finally meet."

The two took their tea and biscuits. It was silence until Voldemort finished his sip from his cup. "You are wondering why I summoned you here,"

"I do not question the Dark Lord," said Greyback automatically.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows. "So you have been informed of the plan?"

"No, my Lord."

Voldemort took another sip of his tea before he placed it on the tray. "I have sought you here today on request or, rather, on demand."

Greyback gulped down his tea. "What is it that you – er – demand of me?"

"I want you to round up the werewolves, Greyback."

"All of them, my lord?" asked Greyback questionably.

"As many as you can, which is to say yes, all of them."

"My Lord, I do not mean to doubt you, but that seems impossible."

"Impossibility is a sign of mortality, therefore, I shall beg to differ."

"But, my Lord –"

"You will get those werewolves for me," Voldemort's polite manner had disappeared as quickly as Avery. "Am I mistaken that you have their loyalty?"

"No, certainly not, my Lord! Most of them...they are obedient and follow me...but others are not so."

"How do you mean?"

"They have gone into secret; they have broken away from the pack. Some do not bite to create, to kill, or even bite at all." Greyback said the last sentence with utter most loathing. "Lost causes to our population."

"Well, hunt them down and make them join you!" demanded Voldemort. "I do not think you understand the consequences if you see to fail."

"I – I do, my Lord."

"Then you will get all those werewolves – yes, even the strays – and you will create new ones. I need a large amount at my command."

"May I ask why, my Lord?"

"I'm afraid you are not eligible to ask that question," said Voldemort. "That privilege lies amongst my inner most circle of Death Eaters."

"I am worthy, my Lord! I am a new addition, I understand, but –"

"Then you will respect me and my decisions. You will become worthy one day, I am sure."

Greyback sighed quietly. "Yes, my Lord."

"Do you understand your mission? To gather all werewolves to my command?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Do you understand to create new werewolves?"

"Yes,"

"Even in young?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"And do you, Greyback, understand to hunt down all stray werewolves? Do you understand that if you fail to do these tasks your life will be at stake?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Excellent."

* * *

Remus Lupin was snoring lightly in his four-posted bed at Hogwarts. He almost never dreamed while he slept, with the exception of his time of month. Seeing as the latter was occurring, he had experience dreams in the past few nights, and that night was no exclusion.

In this dream, he was sitting with James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black under a tree near the Lake on a weekend. It was a lovely spring afternoon and Remus was reading one of his favourite muggle mystery novels. James lounged on his back with his arms folded behind his head; Peter was stuffing his face no more than usual; and Sirius Black was looking as dreamy as ever as he waved at three passing Ravenclaw fifth-years.

"They mature very quickly, don't they?" Sirius mused as a rather developed one of the fifth years gave him a blushing smirk.

"Padfoot, you dog." James commented.

"Well, I really have to be lately," said Sirius, directing his attention to Remus, "ever since I was informed that our dashingly handsome Moony here is the most eligible bachelor in the sixth-year!"

"Really? And who told you that?" James tried to keep an indifferent tone, hiding his sudden annoyance.

"Ebony Yychovich, Ravenclaw."

Remus blushed slightly as he turned a page of his book. "That's not true."

"I think it is. To be honest, Moony, you're quite attractive. And I think Yychovich wants to shag you."

"What?" Remus raised his head, looking redder than a tomato. "You're making that up! Stop it."

"Ah...perhaps you want to do her too?"

"No," Remus said, looking down to the mystery harder than ever. This wasn't true. To be quite honest, Remus had an embarrassing little crush on Ebony, ever since he found her once in the library reading one of his favourite author's works.

"I'm a sucker for mysteries," she had said with a sheepish smile.

The memory made Remus sink onto the tree trunk and slide down a little.

As if on cue; Ebony Yychovich was walking up to Remus, a mystery book in her hands, and sat down beside him with a kiss on the cheek.

The dreaming Remus laughed at own sentimentality unconsciously, but the scene had changed as soon as the Remus under the tree blushed again.

Although he was still under a tree, probably reading the same mystery novel; this dream was different and disturbingly familiar. Firstly, the tree was not the one at Hogwarts, but the one near the boy's home; secondly, it was night, with a dominant moon lighting the sky; thirdly, he wasn't in sixth-year, in fact, he looked almost as young as six; and lastly, there were no marauders to accompany him. He was alone, alone in the moonlight.

The sleeping Remus wanted to awake badly. No, it would not go away now; it had begun and had to finish before Remus could get any refuge.

The Remus in the dream was still happily reading away under the blue-white light of the moon, in which he found it the most exciting place to read mystery. It really set the mood, he thought.

However; when he had reached the last chapter of the novel he heard shifting in the bushes. The wind had picked up and ruffled his muggle novel's pages. They flicked to the third chapter: Beastly Horrors.

The young Remus – slightly nervous of the spooky feeling creeping up his spine – thought it was about the right time to leave the oak tree and return to his warm cottage, where his mother would surely be wondering where he'd been. As the wind blew stronger the boy bookmarked his novel and started to get up from the damp grass, when something caught his eye.

There, nothing but a silhouette against the moonlight stood a giant, growling werewolf.

The little boy's screams were muffled by a sickly ripping sound and a loud crunch; and the scene was masked by blood splatters and yelps of pain.

There was black, and somewhere far away; a wolf howled.

The boy in his bed now couldn't feel or hear anything. Nothing except coldness.

"Moony! Moony! Guys? He's not waking up," James Potter's voice broke through Remus' deafening numbness, though it didn't exactly revive him –

"No! Sirius –!" hissed James at the same time someone said, "Aguamenti!"

Splash!

Remus sprang up in shock and his eyes burned as they snapped open. "What – where – werewolf –!"

"Ruddy hell! It's alright, Moony, you're at Hogwarts!" said a now irate – and soaking wet – James.

Remus didn't calm. Never before had the night he was bitten show up in his dreams. It was strange...

"Another dream, eh?" asked Sirius, equally as wet as James.

Remus nodded. He would avoid telling them about it for now, he decided. He looked down to his bed sheets; they were drenched. By the looks of things, one could have walked into the Marauders' dorm under the impression that a water-bomb had just exploded from Remus' bed, or that he had wet the bed, and all three of his friends. He preferred the first.

"Why'd you wet me? Didn't the old shaking trick pass you?" said Remus darkly. He felt very groggy and sticky.

"Sorry, mate, blame that on Padfoot," said James.

Sirius put away his wand with a smirk. "Now," he said to Remus, "will you be alright now, or will we have to sing you a lullaby?"

"I'm a terrible soprano," commented Peter. The dorm was lit only by his lumos.

"No, no. I need – I just need..." Remus trailed off as he slid into his soggy slippers and dropped to his school trunk. He was looking, of course, for the one sugary treat he ever so yearned for after nightmares and ghastly feelings. As desperate as he was, he did not forget his manners.

"Chocolate, anyone?" he offered the new block as soon as he had retrieved it from the bottom of his trunk.

"Oh – yes please!" said Peter, taking a generous amount. "We only had soup for dinner and I'm starved!"

"Let's go down to the common room," said James. "It's obvious that we can't sleep here, since Padfoot flooded the place."

"Laugh all you want, my dear Prongs," Sirius said smartly. "But it will be I that will accidently cause the Great Slytherin Flood; it will be remembered for generations to come."

The four boys sniggered their way down to the Gryffindor common room, where none other than Lily Evans was sitting on the sofa in front of the blazing fire. James's hands immediately sprang up to his already-messy hair. The other boys rolled their eyes, knowing what would come next.

"Ah, Evans! You're looking like the sun after years of rai –"

"I'd beat you, Potter, but even that would be a waste of my time."

"Ouch!" said Sirius.

James ignored him. "Aw, what's wrong, Lil? Sev-Sev being a bad boy?"

Lily went suddenly rigid. Remus knew that James had hit the spot Lily was so heavily guarding since fifth year.

It had happened after their year's OWL's. Remus remembered the scene in detail, although at the time he was pretending to be deepened in a book. He had never enjoyed the mindless attacks on the ever so unfortunate Severus Snape, so he tried to not be involved. Come to think of it, Remus hadn't been involved in barely any pranks lately. You could say he had matured. Was the fact that he was a werewolf the only living factor to him being a marauder? The boy shook his head at his stupidity. Of course not, he was much as a marauder than Sirius.

Anyway, he had become off topic. Back to the Snape thing. He had called Lily a Mudblood in his humiliation, and Lily had abandoned him. Though, she saw the way the greasy-haired boy had suffered without his childhood friend as he sank deeper and deeper into his gang of Slytherins. Lily, being the angel she truly was, collecting him back under her wing. From that time on the pair worked to make Snape a better person.

"If that's possible!" James had commented with disgust once he had heard from Remus. Remus was always the news-giver of the four boys, as he always read the paper and wasn't so obnoxious.

He questioned his place in the marauders once more while Lily started shouting abuse at James. Remus was so serious most of the time, while the rest of his friends were jokers. Remus again shook the thought of and came back to the present.

"The only reason I came down here," snarled Lily at James. "Was to see what had happened! I heard a loud bang from my dorm!"

"That loud bang would have been Sirius's excuse for a water charm." James said.

"Well I had guessed that," said Lily, taking in the four boys' wetness.

The marauders made themselves comfortable around the fire to dry off while Remus went back to the dormitories to dry their dorm with a drought charm. He was, of course, the only one that could do it properly, he thought bitterly. He shook it off agitatedly; why was he being so indignant? He had to be calm, especially before the full moon. He dried the last puddle near Peter's bed before returning down to the common room with some more chocolate. That usually calmed him down as well as it cared for shock.

We he had returned, Lily wasn't there. James was looking sulky in one of the chairs around the fire.

"Do I even need to ask?" said Remus as he dropped down beside Sirius on the sofa.

"Of course not," mumbled Sirius. He was sleepy, and Remus wondered what time it was. "But hey, it's the full moon on Friday! Finally, I've been waiting all month!"

"That makes one of us," muttered Remus and he took a nimble at his chocolate.

"Sirius is right," said James, still grumbling with his head in his hands. "I need some outlet, it's about time the moon came round."

The boys sat in the common room for a long time before returning to their dorm. They were all pumped for the full moon, although Remus had a feeling it would be different for some reason...

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