AN: erg.. 3rd time uploading= not wanting to make a long authors note. Hope this works, next chapter should be up today or tomorrow.
It had been two months. Specifically, nine weeks, 11 days and six had passed since I'd last seen Lily and Harry. Nothing, I'd found nothing. I'd scoured Western Europe and had traveled all the way to Romania and found nothing. Disheartened, I decided to go into the nearest town. Two months of nonstop searching had left me weak and I needed to rest. I put a simple glamour spell on myself, changing my hair to a tawny yellow and my eyes to dark brown and departed from the forest and into town. Taking out a few sickles from my mokeskin pouch, I paid for supplies and a temporary stay in a hotel. Once I was finished with all this I walked into a small dirty pub called The Dragon's Breath. Wanting to find out what I'd missed from the outside world I ordered a firewhisky and started chatting up the bartender.
"So what are you doing here up here in Romania? People tend to keep away from here, y'know? Since he who must not be named was spotted here before he dissapeared," the bartender said.
"I was training to be an Unspeakable in Bulgaria and just finished. A friend of mine had set up a portkey to transfer me here to see the dragons as a present for finishing," I lied smoothly.
I'd already come up with an alibi as an Unspeakable. That way I could ask completely outdated questions and still seem normal, blaming it on my lack of outside contact during training. "
"So what's been happening around Europe since Voldemort disappeared? He died during my training so I never found out anything about it, 'cept that he just disappeared. Did anyone defeat him? Who got sent to Azkaban and how did he disappear?" I launched, not bothering to hide my cluelessness. After all Unspeakables were said to literally have little to no outside contact during training.
"Whoa hold on there, gimme a second to tell ye everything ye missed. Ye picked an awful bad time to be in training. Fer one, they say he disappeared just as he was about'ta kill these three Brits, Lily and James Potter and ther littlun 'arry. Those two, Lily and James, were famous 'round Britain for bein extremely bright for ther age and James was the child of two famous aurors 'imself. 'pparently he who must not be named was tryin ta do the killin curse on James when he somehow got hit by it or somethin himself and just disappeared. This all happened 'bout two weeks ago, ya know, when he disappeared. Watcha don't know is that they never did find the bodies of them three. So all the aurors were searching for them everywhere ya know? Well just last week, them three were finally pronounced dead. And get this, ther best bloke Pettigrew 'parrently cornered another one of their friends Black, ya know the Blacks right? That long line of pureblooded supremacy supporters? Whole lot crazy, cept this Black was supposta
be like the black sheep of them all, I 'eard he was sorted into Gryffindor. So Pettigrew cornered Black and went on and on 'bout 'ow Black had betrayed all of them and had been working for he who must not be named the whole time."
After hearing this I felt my knuckles turn white from clutching the mug so tightly. I might've thought that Sirius had been a double agent, but Peter had just gone too far, blaming him in front of a crowd and making himself seem innocent. That little rat, I muttered to myself.
"Finally so then 'long with the news about the Potters being killed, news has it that Black was officially shipped off to Azkaban. Not gettin the kiss though, nope he ain't. 'pparently thers not enough proof for that. So is that all that ya wanted to know…? Wait what is ya name?" the bartender asked?
"Tom, Tom Wellington," I replied, getting out of my chair and tipping the bartender a few sickles as I started leaving the pub.
"Thanks for the news," I called out, satisfied I'd gotten the information I'd wanted but feeling even more empty on the inside with the new news. Sirius had been sent to Azkaban. Should I be thrilled that he was caught and taken away? I still thought that he had set us up in that trap and betrayed us. Or should I feel upset, that my best mate had just been given the second worst punishment there was in the wizarding world and would stay there, rotting away until he died. Regardless of the betrayal, I still felt pity for Sirius, maybe he would feel some remorse in the future for what he had done.