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Chapter one
I'll kill the bastard. He will regret the day he crossed my path, for I will show him no mercy. Not a single word of sympathy or shame or pity will echo from this throat. He will die, just as he let them die.
It won't be quiet. Nor will it be painless. He is going to suffer. His last understanding of this world will be pain. The same pain that dwells in my trembling body with the hate I have for him.
Peter Pettigrew, you will die at my hands.
And as burning grey eyes settled on beady black ones, Sirius Black's thoughts spoke loud and clear.
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Being homeless on Halloween night, Remus concluded as he pulled a rock from underneath his right thigh, was not a picnic. Muggle police combed every park, underground Tube, and vacant building for troublesome teenagers; leaving a man nowhere to sleep without being disturbed every hour.
Remus had finally decided to camp out in the forest that his family once owned. The same forest he was bitten in. What fond memories. He thought as he stared at the stone in his hand. He ran his thumb over the polished surface. At least there's a river.
He pulled himself to his feet using a low branch. Just great Remus, you're only twenty and you're already starting to have back problems. What next? Hair going to start falling out?
Remus tossed the stone into the river and stared at his reflection. Merlin I hope not. The young man ran his finger tips through his shoulder length hair. I need a hair cut. I could give Sirius a run for his money with this mess. Remus thought about the dark haired man, as he pulled out the last of his shampoo and toothpaste. He could only wonder how the Potter's were fairing under their new protections. It had been a week since Sirius became secret keeper. It was the same night he accused Remus of being the spy, a double crossing traitor. He doesn't blame Sirius or James or Lily, he was what they claimed. A dark creature. He was surprised no one said anything sooner, after Dumbledore told them there was a traitor among them.
He knew Lily didn't believe it for a second. The tears in her eyes still haunted his vision, but he couldn't bear to see the hurt and betrayal in James and Sirius'. It pained him far too much. His pack. His family. His brothers. Believed he would sell them to Voldemort.
The heartless being that attack innocent muggle-borns. Children, women, any being that stood in his way. How could they believe him capable? Capable of-
He lost the idea when he stuck his head under the rush of the flowing water. The sound of the river washed away all those horrible thoughts along with the pine scented shampoo.
Filled with the pulse of the river, Remus did not hear the hoot of the brown barn owl nestled near his belongings. The creature called louder, as Remus caught sight of it.
"Allo, little fellow. Do you have something for me?" Remus wiped some soap out of his left eye as he made his way toward the bird.
The creature hopped closer to the edge of the river, and held out its leg.
"Why, thank you." Remus relieved the bird from its load. "I don't have much to offer you, but maybe-" He placed the letter onto a dry rock and proceeded to cup some of the cold river water into his hands. He held out the offering to the owl, which hooted, and drank with greedy intentions.
When the bird finished, it nipped Remus on his thumb and flew off. "Ruddy bird." Remus laughed, as he picked up the letter.
It looked like Peter's handwriting. And by the looks of how messy his name was written, Wormtail must have been in a rush. Remus shrugged away the thought and opened it up to see the news.
Moony, he's gone mad! I need your help! It's Sirius, the spy! He killed them, Moony. Killed them! He's after us. Me! He will kill us! You must stop him, Moony, stop him!
There was no signature, but it wasn't needed. Them? Not- No, Sirius wouldn't do that... Would he? Merlin no! James was Sirius' brother. His best friend! He wouldn't do what this letter claims. Peter was off his knockers, but... Remus needed to find Peter. Sirius. Any of them; fast!
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