I'm back! Yeye! My college is still killing me and I have a test tomorrow, I have loads of things to study that all accumulated but I'll manage it…somehow. Anyway, story's really moving along now :D so I'm happy. The updates will still be once a week so thank you for waiting!

JK owns them all, she does, Sirius…and Remus…and…-cries-

(doesn't deserve them though…-rants-)

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The moon was up in the sky almost without a cloud to hide it, He never thought He'd be so happy to see the moon; actually he had hated it for half his life. It was the moon's fault after all that his most loved one suffered so much. However, at this moment it seemed like a divine vision as it shone half-way full in the night sky.

Sirius Black could not, unfortunately, stop to admire the silver orb since at the moment he was paddling his way through dark waters so ice-cold he thought he'd freeze at any moment. His breath was ragged as he moved his muscles and tried to fight the unforgiving sea around him…

With determination he kept going, feeling as salty water made its way to his unwilling throat. His skin, barely protected by fur, felt as though it was being burned. He tried to ignore the stinging in his flesh, the hunger and lack of energy too. If he gave up now, he'd just drown and make all his efforts vain.

Shore seemed so far away that he wanted to yell in frustration, but the attempt to do so came out as a half-howl and resulted only in swallowing more water and choking. He didn't try it again.

After what seemed like forever he felt the distance that separated him from the rocks up ahead slowly start to dissipate. While everything was become clearer he felt the waters around him become more violent. The tides were forming and if at the same time they could help him reach his destination they also pulled him down.

He heard a thunder like sound coming from behind him and all he could do was look briefly that direction before a wave grew to an unbelievable height and came down crashing on him. In less than a second he was underwater and so confused that he didn't know which way was up. Out of instinct he transformed back to human and tried to find his way back to the surface. His eyes stung when he kept them opened to try and see something…no use really, all he saw was a blurred darkness. He felt his lungs burning for air and finally he managed to gather his thoughts and swim the right way. He took a greedy gulp of oxygen feeling relieved but before he could even try to get back to swimming, a new tide came along.

He was dragged as though he was nothing by the force of the wave, this time however it dragged him to where he wanted to go. Unfortunately…not at the wanted speed. And so before he had time to protect himself he was thrown full force against the rocks up ahead, feeling every bone in his body getting crushed against it.

He fought the numbness and prevented himself from being dragged back just be thrown for the second time by holding as hard as he could to anything. Not his luckiest days, he realized, as he felt a sharp pain in his left hand, whatever it was he held onto it was very sharp and slippery.

His nails dug into the rocks and he yelled as he dragged himself up and reached the upper part of the rock.

He stayed still for a very long time trying to catch his breath and at the same time trying not to fall back into the furious sea. The rock's surface was very slippery, see. And so he crawled with a lot of effort to what he judged was a safer place.

When his breathing had evened out a bit more he looked around, and acknowledged that far, far away into the ocean before him the island that held Azkaban stood and he was really not there. At that moment he felt something he couldn't explain.

Though it was very cold and the wind blew harshly he felt warm inside…suddenly in his mind things had a way to be solved, suddenly his heart beat faster and his mouth moved almost on its own.

It was happiness; he realized after a moment, he was laughing like he had forgotten to do for three year.

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"Are we going to visit a new house now?" the child asked as he held onto the larger hand of the werewolf walking beside him.

Remus looked distant for a moment, but then he smiled looking down at the boy.

"Yep, we're going to a whole new place" he said, making it sound like they were going to an amusement park or somewhere awfully interesting.

Harry kept quietly walking beside him as they approached the house. If he had some sort of protest he didn't voice it.

The thing was…that was the third house they had occupied since the news on the boy-who-lived's kidnapping, and that had been only a week ago! Remus had judged it was too dangerous to stay in the same place for too long…

After all, it wasn't hard to guess who was leading Harry's search, and he knew more then a lot of people how Dumbledore got things right 99.9 of the time. He probably fit the puzzle in the first day…funny, he never thought the man being wise would give him trouble.

All the while they kept running the werewolf could not take his mind off a certain animagus. He kept having these awfully realistic day-dreams about encountering his ex-lover…I mean…what could you say to a person who betrayed you and whom you haven't seen in three years? A person you still, all logics aside, loved very deeply? He wondered what Sirius looked like right now, would he even recognize the man? Did his ex-lover even remember him?

All these self-centered questions were pushed away to give place to a much more important one: was he really after them? After Harry? He didn't know…and because of that he just couldn't stop running.

The house they were in this time had once been the place Remus lived with his parents…and as much as he dreaded going there again he had no other choice. It brought back a lot of memories, mostly bad ones since that was the place he had been bitten in when he was seven. It scared him even now, as a grown man.

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Rita Skeeter: attractive blonde, Thirty-three, who's savage quill has punctured many inflated reputations (or so her own quill would describe her this way). The only thing that mattered to this woman was getting the next big scoop and distorting the truth as she pleased to fit her needs…

Said journalist was very happy right now, and don't be fooled, that usually didn't mean anything good. See, she had this very…unique method of finding out information and didn't mind using it to its full extent as much as she judged needed. And it was her special abilities that at this moment had granted her the biggest news since the kidnapping of Harry Potter: The boy's whereabouts.

She walked balancing perfectly on her heels and biting the tip of her acid-green quick-quotes quill. Her face suddenly lit up and she let go of it, instead of falling to the floor however it just trailed in mid-air right behind her.

"If it wasn't enough that the poor, defenseless boy-who-lived was captured by a gang of ruthless death eaters, the identity of his kidnapper has finally been discovered and it was an even worst situation then any of us could imagine: apparently Sirius Black was not the only one to betray the Potters! A werewolf by the name of Remus Lupin who they had befriended and protected for years also chose that path of darkness, which is more then expected for such a dark creature…"

She started saying, sounding so excited you'd think she was writing about a party. And if you thought she was being too exaggerated about some things…trust me, you wouldn't want to see what the quill had actually written down.

Her voice echoed softly through the halls as she walked as quickly as she could without losing her poise. She was just about to go into the editor's desk and tell him all about her discoveries and, of course, discuss numbers with the man.

"Hey, Skeeter!" a voice called from behind her.

She didn't recognize it right away, but putting on her best look of importance she straightened her glasses and turned around.

A young woman that looked older then she probably was stood behind her and Rita confirmed then that she didn't know her. As if she'd known someone who let themselves go so much you couldn't tell their sex just by looking at them! Seriously, she'd have not known the person standing before her was a woman if she had not heard the voice before.

So putting a safe distance between then, the reporter tucked a neat blonde curl behind her ear before asking "Yes? Do you need something?"

When the witch smiled Rita wished she hadn't, yellowed teeth looked really, really gross, especially from so close up. Anyone passing by at that moment would have seen the blonde one looking very disturbed.

"Me? Yes…yes I need something, and it's something only you can do, dear Rita" she said in a drawled voice, keeping a grin on her face.

As much as the woman's ego inflated at first her common sense decided she wouldn't want to deal with a person like that if she could help it.

"Is it something you wanna tell me perhaps? Do you have information?" she asked eagerly, she wouldn't dismiss the lady before checking, but then she looked at her up and down. "You know, you could really do something about your hair…see, the outside reflects the inside and right now I'm seeing a very distraught person. Did you have a tough childhood?" she asked before she could help her self, her quill looked ready to start writing away at any moment.

The woman arched a thick eyebrow but did nothing more to show she had acknowledged the comment.

"I need you to come with me, see, I have this very important job for you to do…" she trailed off, appealing to the woman's curiosity.

But as much as Rita would, in another situation, be tempted by hearing that, right now she didn't. You wouldn't either if the request was made by someone looking like a big pile of rags and bushy hair. Eyeing her up and down again the reporter adjusted her jewel framed glasses and shook her head.

"Well, I have a very important story to deliver right now. So unfortunately I can't stay…" she said quickly, already starting to turn around.

The woman kept smiling however, her smile looking much darker and dangerous.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you under the impression that you had a choice" she said casually, as though that had not meant to be a threat.

Rita couldn't even express her confusion and outrage over the fact that the woman thought she could tell her what to do when she heard the one little word that showed her she was wrong.

"Imperio"

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He had been walking for longer then he probably had ever done, especially without eating and sleeping. He was a wizard after all and walking long distances was not something he would need to do, unless he wanted to that is. One could think dogs were faster than humans and that played to his advantage, it would really, if he had enough energy to keep padfoot going.

After many nights had gone by he finally reached a half-civilized place and was almost overwhelmed by it all: it's been years since he last saw another person (one that wasn't under the influence of dementors, that is). He had to stay as a dog however, he didn't know if there were any wizards in this place and though he wasn't in contact with any sort of wizarding news he guessed he already had a very fat price placed on his head.

He didn't really have a plan; he knew where he wanted to go to (or better, who he wanted to reach) and knew the first thing he had to do: find out where he was, and just how far that was from a more familiar place.

It didn't take him long to realize he was at a wizarding village after all, and it didn't come as a surprise really. After all, the place was in the middle of nowhere. At first he was reluctant to let himself be seen, but eventually he got used to the idea that he was a dog at the moment and no one but Remus knew of him being an animagus.

There were only a couple of people on the streets (Sirius could see the setting sun, that was probably the reason) but it could also be that most of the houses there were family homes. There were only two commercial establishments he could see: a bakery and a post office.

He felt himself lured in by the smell of food and he couldn't help but stand in front of the bakery. He felt as though he would drool at any moment just by the mere smell of freshly baked bread. How good it was to smell something like that after so many years, especially as padfoot since the scent was intensified.

He ignored the blood stuck to his fur, the pulsating pain in his paws from all the walking, the hunger and lack of sleep just to be seduced by the prospect of real food so close by.

However, that feeling didn't last that long, soon he felt the temperature around him drop sharply and was confused by it. He couldn't really think clearly in his current state…he felt as the light dimed and so he ran to hide behind a bush by the bakery. His ears were perked up and he looked alarmed ready to react to anything.

A heavily hooded figure walked, no, glided out of the place, it hovered over the ground and that fact made it much scarier then it already looked. Sirius didn't dare breath: they were after him.

"Unbelievable! How long are we going to have this things around?!" a woman said indignantly to a man beside her as they both watched the dementor walk away.

"Our luck for leaving near Azkaban…" he said with a shudder, still looking as though he was under the creature's influence.

She let out a heavy sigh. "Maybe we should just go away for sometime too, everyone has gone to stay elsewhere, we should do the same…" she said sounding defeated.

Sirius didn't stick around to pay attention to their conversation any longer. Instead he trotted the opposite way from where the dementors had gone off to.

The post office was up ahead and it was opened, however only 2 owls looked ready to get work done. He paid no mind to them when he saw that in front of the office there were copies of that morning's Daily Prophet.

"Lead on the boy-who-lived's kidnapping!" the headline said in bold letters.

He frowned in the same instant…Harry? Harry was missing? Kidnapped? Shouldn't he be with the Dursleys?

"After many cover-ups, lies and the recent disappearance of reporter Rita Skeeter, finally the Aurors have a lead on the boy-who-lived's whereabouts. His muggle family was finally contacted and they gave off a clear description of what Harry Potter's captor looked like. The description fitted perfectly only one person: James Potter's other best friend, the werewolf, Remus Lupin…"

Sirius stopped his reading there.

Remus had kidnapped Harry?! What, in the name of Merlin, was going on with the wizarding world? Was it just hysteria from his breakout? But then who did have his godson?

He hid behind the post office trying to think. He couldn't go running around aimlessly. As much as he'd like to pretend he was fine, the hunger and blood loss was slowly, but surely, making it unbearable for him to move. Where ever it was he planned on going, he had to get there fast.

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"You expect me to believe that that…werewolf means no harm? Those imbeciles Potter used to call friends certainly are outdoing themselves" One potions' master said darkly while sitting in the headmaster's office chair. "But he surprised me really, I had no idea Lupin had the intellect of putting a plan together."

The old man just smiled

"It's nice to see you putting your teenage differences aside and complementing Mr. Lupin, Severus. Under the right consequences, I wonder, would things have been different between you?" he said good-heartedly while grabbing a lemon drop. "Do you want one? I think the elves outdone themselves this time, quite heavenly this is".

Snape looked skeptical about both the implication and question, he said nothing however.

"And so, what do you intend on doing headmaster? If you leave the potter boy with that…with Lupin he'll surely come up with a very Gryffindor way of getting them both killed."

"I see you understand my reasoning…I do not know what drove Remus into taking Harry from the Dursleys, however if he could do it without setting off the ward…Harry left magically unharmed and no spell was cast against him. This, yes, implies that Mr. Lupin is not plotting together with Black."

The greasy haired teacher only made an unconvinced noise.

"Even if the werewolf was not planning on helping Black it doesn't change the fact that the boy is now unprotected and that Potter's friend is out to get him." He concluded in a bored way.

"Which is why we need to find him Severus, find him before Sirius does, or any other death eater for that matter." Dumbledore said interlacing his fingers over the table and looking slightly more serious.

The potions master looked very thoughtful for a moment and looked so concentrated that it seemed his mind wondered farther away from the matter at hand. His eyes connected with Albus' and the headmaster had a special glint on them. They had both realized the same thing, actually Snape wondered if he had just noticed it now, though the older man had been hinting him for a while.

Drawing a breath he tapped his fingers softly on the table and picked up their conversation again as though nothing had happened.

"Somehow, I don't think that will be much trouble at all headmaster." He said as though he suddenly had the situation all under his control. He nodded to the man and stood up.

"I'll retire to my chambers now…Tomorrow…I'm sure we'll sort this all out." He said arching his eyebrow.

He turned sharply making a show of walking to the door (like he'd been doing since Hogwarts) but just when he was going to reach the knob he turned around again, his wand ready at his hand and pointed towards Dumbledore.

"You so much as move and I swear I'll do it, make my day!" he said with sharp eyes, one could clearly tell he meant every word.

He wasn't looking however at the, still awfully calmed and composed, headmaster. He was looking at the cabinet behind him.

Dumbledore nodded as though acknowledging the threat to be real.

"You better come out know Mr. Black, no need to make this into a messier matter" he said unaltered.

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A/N:

Yeyey! D That was really fun to write (omg I LOVE SNAPE! –hugs him-) and I love writing him too, what with his sharp tongue and smart comebacks :D so much fun!

Anyways, answers to reviews:

Queen Red Rum: I always laugh when I read your reviews :P thanks!

LittleHero: I tried very hard to keep him in character " Thank you /

BottleBrush: Wow, the longest review yet! -happy bouncing- Yep, she's a pain in the $$ kkkk but I guess that got her into a mess now, didn't it:P I think Dumbledore is a very hard character to keep from being OOC (at least for me it is) and so I try very hard :) I'm glad you like him. And yes, that was a threat, everything he says has a double meaning :P. Actually, I think Dumbledore induces people into doing things all the time and has a subtle way of saying they're wrong and stuff, love him for it! Gosh everytime I think something is wrong and change it, it turns out it was right -laughs- I had put "that" before kkkk I'm confused with English sometimes, thanks :D About Remus (well, actually about all the characters) I try to make them as human as possible, I try to see myself in that situation to understand his feelings and such, hopefully things seem more real like that. :) Thank you!

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NATWEST: Yeah :/ I feel it's kinda of confusing sometimes, but hopefully the story will clear up as we go along. Thanks!

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ps: OMG I've reached 50 reviews -grins like an idiot-

Oh! And about next chapter (not next chapter necessarily, but the story as a whole from this point on) please take this warning seriously: Things will start to get very nasty from now on, (this is the time all you weak-hearted people stop reading and run for your lives. Not very pretty what's coming for the next few chapters…) I will not post warnings on the specific chapter that has a strong scene cause I hate spoilers, so I'm warning you all right now!

Yeye, bye! And till next chappie!