Remus sat down at his kitchen table, looking over the letter he had received from Dumbledore. It was a very short, quickly scrawled letter, but it did get it's message across. He picked it up, for the fiftieth time, and read it again.

Dear Remus,

I know that you and Sirius are very close. Please, if he crosses your path, send him to me. Thank you.

Albus Dumbledore


What could Dumbledore possibly want with Sirius? It'd been three years since the four Marauders had left Hogwarts, and even though they talked with Dumbledore frequently, they didn't see him anymore.

He tried again to write a response, but he couldn't seem to make his words stay on the paper. His mind was all over the place. He got up and paced around the room, his cup of tea and the letter in hand.

It'd been known for quite some time that the Potter's were on Voldemort's list, but it couldn't of had to do with that. Lily and James had chosen Sirius as their secret keeper, and they were safe, where Voldemort couldn't find them. Sirius would never betray Lily and James, would he?

He stopped that negative train of thought, because he knew that there was no way Sirius, Sirius Black, would betray his best friend, let alone try to get his godson killed. He recalled a particular occasion when the two had been babysitting for Lily and James. Sirius obviously loved Harry. He wouldn't get him killed.

So what did Dumbledore want? He paced around the room some more, almost deciding to go ask the man himself, when there was a knock on the door. He walked over to the door, and found none other than Albus Dumbledore on his front steps. "Hello Remus."

"Hello Professor. Please, come in." He moved away from the door and let Dumbledore enter. It was raining out, and he was soaked.

"Remus, I'm not here for a reason that I'm going to like, and neither, quite frankly, are you. Have you seen Sirius at all?"

"No, he was supposed to be home hours ago though." He said, pondering the thought. His attention was drawn to his former headmasters grim face.

The eyes that were usually so bright with happiness were sad and dark. "What is it Professor?"

"Remus, please sit down." He said, motioning to the couch. He himself took a seat in the rocking chair next to the fire. "There's no easy way to say this. Lily and James were found."

"What? That's impossible!" Remus jumped up. "There's no way Voldemort could've found them unless Sirius told him and-" He looked over at the Professor.

"I know it's hard for you to understand. It's hard for me to understand as well. We've been trying to find the spy for months now. I'm sorry Remus. I really am."

"No, Sirius would never do that." Remus said, shocked. "Never."

"He did Remus, you have to accept that. He's not the Sirius we thought we knew." Dumbledore stood up, and with one more nod of his head and a solemn look, he disapparated.

Remus almost fell to the ground. Lily and James were dead. And Harry, what happened to Harry? Sirius would never do that. Never. How could he? He loved Harry, he loved James and Lily more than words could even try to express. It was impossible. He would never harm any of them, never. He was the one who was always in there, fighting Voldemort. How could he be the spy?

He and James were the ones who had yelled at him for not fighting. For not helping. Remus had tried, oh yes, he had. But the ministry was wary of werewolves, and they turned him away. Sirius couldn't be the spy. He couldn't, he wouldn't.

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All these memories had come flooding back the moment he had laid eyes on Harry. The moment he saw Hermione, Harry, and Ron walk into the compartment, he knew who Harry was. While they tried to find out who he was, while that pest Draco scoffed at his clothes, while Ginny came into the compartment, while Neville came in, when the train stopped. Those memories flashed before his eyes so slowly it was like he was watching the film of his life story.

And then suddenly he was in the movie, acting out his part, warding off the Dementors as Harry fainted, and feeding the children chocolate as they trembled in fear. They had no idea who he was, what that thing was looking for, and who that person was to Harry. They had no idea. Only that he was a Professor of the Dark Arts, and that he saved them from the Dementor.

Walking into the Great Hall to join the welcoming feast was full of flashbacks as well. He saw a younger version of himself, Sirius, Peter, and James, eating at the Gryffindor table, plotting their next schemes. He saw the hall empty on Christmas holiday, only him and Sirius sitting at the table, holding hands, and kissing, leaving their plates forgotten.

He saw James and Lily, talking about getting married when they graduated. He saw them eating their last meal together, their last meal at Hogwarts.

And then he saw the newer Gryffindors, all the Weasleys, with their flaming red hair and freckles. He saw Harry and Hermione, sitting next to Ron, looking up at the staff table with envy, trust, surprise, and hate.

The hate, of course, was directed to Severus Snape.

Ah, yes, Severus. He hadn't changed at all. He was still a slimy prat. The rivalry in Hogwarts obviously hadn't changed for him either, for he was sending what were supposed to be disconcerting glares in his direction.

Remus smiled, and took a small sip of his pumpkin juice, waiting for the first years to file in and the sorting ceremony to begin.

)(I wrote this fanfic a long time ago, and it is finished....I'm just not sure how I want to handle seperating this into chapters, and if you all would actually want to read it....review and tell me if it's any good? Merci!)(