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Red, snakelike eyes were looking at the werewolf standing before them. A glint of happiness, that could not often be seen, appeared in them now as the wolf-man told about his progress.

'When will you bring her to me?' The Dark Lord interrupted the other.

'I…before the end of this week Master.' The werewolf stuttered as he was caught off guard by the sudden question. 'And I assure you, she will be perfect for our plans, even though it will be hard putting an Imperius spell on her given the fact that she is an Auror.' he blinked nervously at the look on his masters face, 'Of course I'm sure that you will be capable enough to do it, no doubt about that!'

The red eyes never left the werewolf as the Dark Lord answered with an emotionless voice; 'Just go get that metamorphmagus for me wolf.'

Remus woke with a start, feeling there was something wrong. As he showered himself the feeling lingered, even got stronger. He didn't know where it came from but thought it might have something to do with the strange nightmare he had. He had dreamt more often about the time when Sirius died and a feeling like this always remained afterwards, just never this strong. This time he had not been able to maintain his grip on Harry and the young man had followed his godfather through the veil. The thought was even more unbearable than the remembrance of loosing Sirius and that was bad enough as it were. He didn't want to think about it too long and went down for breakfast.

Eating a sandwich with cheese he read the Daily Prophet. The news about the attack on the Muggles was there and something about the invention of a new armouring spell that sounded useless.

After a while, however, the feeling of anxiousness had gotten so strong that Remus abruptly jumped up from his chair and started to pace up and down the kitchen. What could cause this feeling? He wondered if his dream had something to do with reality, but he was sure Harry would be fine, anyway there was nothing he could do about that. Suddenly, giving in to a different urge, he ran for the door, grabbing his coat from the hook on the way. He stepped into the cold and onto the sidewalk. Then he turned around and looked back at his house. What was he doing? He let his eyes linger one more moment at the old row house and then definitely made his decision. He was going to see if Tonks was all right.

She could see nothing, everything was dark, but somehow she knew she wasn't alone and it frightened her. She tried to remember what happened but couldn't. Then she cautiously tried to move and couldn't do that either. Muffled noises of someone moving came to her from the dark. Suddenly the paralyzing curse was lifted and the lights were turned on, blinding her instantly.

'Well well, look what the doggy has brought home for me.' a cold voice said.

Remus had knocked on the door so hard his fist were raw. He hesitated using the key again but figured she would had heard his hammering even from the bedroom. So he took the risk of running into the both of Tonks and his brother again, as he had a couple of days ago. Slowly he opened the door and was shocked at the sight of her apartment. It was tidy. Too tidy. Tidy in a very unTonksish way. The cushions on the couch were arranged neatly, there was no litter, paperwork or clothing lying about and no furniture was knocked over. It was as if someone had actually paid attention to the way the place looked.

Calm down Remus, this doesn't mean anything. Maybe Romulus cared to clean up the place while staying over here. Remus shivered at the thought of his brother staying over at her place. But he had a feeling the tidy room did mean anything.

He walked further to Tonks' kitchen. The tidiness seemed to be even more shocking there. From the kitchen he finally went to her bedroom. There everything was neat except for the bed, which was left extremely crumpled, as if to taunt him. And besides the bed he saw a footprint. A big footprint, not Tonks' footprint. Well this is starting to look an awfully lot like CSI. It seemed strange to Remus if Romulus would wear his shoes while getting out of Tonks' bed but it seemed also strange that someone left a single footprint. What someone? Should there be a someone? It was as if it was left there on purpose.

Remus inspected it some closer, then he smelled it. And he recognised the smell; it seemed to be coming from a place in which he had spent much time the last year. The werewolf hiding place at the London Underground. Remus would recognise that scent anywhere. Look at me, the big lycanthropic tracker dog. But then he realised the impact of him smelling that at Tonks' place.

And he started to run again.


A/N: I still find it hard to write in English, I like it more to write in Dutch (easier to express myself) but then most of you wouldn't understand ;). So jealous of all those people who write long chapters in perfect English and get lots of reviews :-P

I had to use much italic writing in this chapter cause I wanted to write down a lot about Remus' thinking and mysterious 'other events'. I slightly revised this chapter, nothing big.

Meanwhile I want to thank Solitairy Witch for her kind reviews.

Also, new uploading may take a while since I'm in the middle of a big examination period. Thank youfor your understanding ;)