Authors note: gettting tired of writing it well, thanks for those who reviewed, thanks for those who read it please review (and I know how much work and times it takes, from my own experiences). I felt the need to really write Remuss pov now, after all, he is the one who got captured. I might officially declare the ships as following (although they are in stages varying from looking at each other to desperate sex – I keep noticing how the age has nothing to do with that in my case): LL/NL; GW/DM; HG/SS; MM/RL Oh and finally I own someone – Cindy Clares is mine

Remus Lupin hates to be behind iron bars. And the wolf likes it even less, it detests small and closed, dark spaces, wants to howl and break out to flee. He would run around in mad circles and even hurt himself in his rage.

I am glad that the wolf is not in control at the moment. But I fear the next week, when the full moon is going to rise. Of course there is the hope that the others will come to get me out before that. But hope is just a small ray of sunlight searching for a way in the darkness of night.

My attempts to bandage my wounds are miserable, I have never been good with muggle medicine and without my wand I feel more stripped and naked, than if they had taken my clothes. They are even shabbier, burned at some spots and bloodied at others. All my bones ache, I feel terribly old and tired, but fear to fall asleep. In my sleep I am helpless, I can not defend myself then. I try to stay alert, but I am too weary.

I hope Mundungus managed to escape. And that he has informed the others about what has happened. How they apparated in front of us and we were overpowered, a chance of two to eight. Of course we fought and tried to flee. But Cindy Clares disarmed me from behind.

We had been sent to pick her up. It was really hard to find wizards and witches, brave enough to join us in our fight against Voldemort. She had proven to be loyal, or so we thought.

But I did not blame her. She had come to my prison cell. And she had looked so sorry, there even were tears in her eyes. "I did not want this to happen, Mister Lupin" she sniffed. For a woman of 35 she seemed awfully young at that moment, like a helpless little child. "I am so sorry. Really" And I did believe her.

You could see it in her apologizing blue eyes, that looked at me out of the small heart-shaped face, almost hidden by shoulder-length blonder hair. "They would have killed my husband, if I had not agreed to help them catch you." I pitied her. There still was this streak of youth, of naiveity, I had not known for a long time, to her. I did not want to be the one to tell her , that her husband would be killed anyways. Voldemort did not care about her, she had brought him one of the "Wanted" list and so had fulfilled her use. Knowing Voldemort he might even be mad, that they had not caught Mundungus as well.

Mundungus was one of these under-appreciated characters. Noone took him for full, and he was mostly laughed at. But none could deny that he was a capable wizard. And that he had, regardless of his alcohol problem, managed to escape, while I had been caught.

"Oh what a pityful little werewolf" Lucius Malfoy mocked me. The wolf would have wanted to rip him into bits, into small pieces of pale flesh, two rolling cold grey eyeballs and a scalp of long, blonde hair. No, the werewolf was not at all pityful. But the man, Remus Lupin, was.

"What a good caught we made." He spoke self-sufficiently. A part of me that had not given in, answered "But you only got one, when you should have taken hold of two." Malfoy senior almost seemed to flinch. I would have to pay for my comment, but was not sure if I cared any longer. "Crucio" Pain shot through me, but despite the weak state of my body, I had learned to be strong, part of transforming every month.

"Oh that unhygenique drunk was not as important as you were." "But still he managed to escape your clutches." I had never been that bold before. But maybe my boldness was simple stupidity. Was I starting down the way, that Sirius had gone? The road of anger and recklessness, that had gotten my best friend killed.

But I had suceeded in making Lucius Malfoy angry, which was not an easy task, but it shone through his steely grey eyes. Voldemort was mad that they had failed to catch that "unimportant drunk".

"Does not matter." Malfoy dismissed the case with his usual nobless. "You will be our key to all of them anyway." My fear, my greatest fear. I did not want anyone to die for me. And he knew that.

"They will not come for me." I was so terrible at lying, could not cover up the wavering of my voice and the unconvinced sound of it. I could never have been a spy. Total control over ones own body, voice, feelings and even thoughts was a task asked too much of me. Only Severus was capable of this kind of detachement.

Malfoy laughed and shook his head. "We both know, that I am right, werewolf. They will certainly try to rescue you, as soon as the drunk has informed them about your whereabouts. Oh, not all of them, no, they are not that stupid. But" and his smile was as cold as ice "McGongall will surely come. And as she is their leader and all of you are a big, happy family."

He said it, as if a family was the worst thing one could have. A weakness, a distraction, unuseful but still dangerous. It was the sight of a bitter, angry man, a man who once had had his own family and who had lost them, all of them, due to his own faults. A man who envied others, who still knew how to love and be loved in return. "They will not let her go alone."

The worst kind of enemy is an intelligent one. Yes, that was what would happen.

I silently prayed to myself, that they would not come. But I knew, that even though we were a bunch of completely different individuals, who had partly not even gotten along with each other before, each one would risk everything for another, no matter who it was.

And Minerva, our leader, our brave goddess, would come personally to my rescue. She would not endanger the children, no, the lioness would tell her cubs to stay safely in the burrow, with another lioness to "protect" them. Of course the children, I know they were all over 20 now, would argue, but in the end they would have to obey.

It was the main difference between Albus and her. Not that I had not admired him, I had always been grateful for what he had done for me when he had given me the chance of attending a normal wizarding school, of even teaching for a year. He had tried showing me that I was not an animal, but a wizard.

But he had always fought for and kept in sight the greater good. And on his path, there had been sacrifices, needed ones, but still sacrifices, in order to achieve the right thing. Did the goal always justify the deed?

Minerva could never do that. She cared as much as Albus had, but she was not capable of sacrificing someone. The greater good had to stand behind the life and health of our small group. And she would try to rescue one, even if it meant that many would have to die in order to vainly attempt something that was doomed to fail. It was a trait that made her less a leader, but more a human being.

But the happenings that would be from then on, I could not envision. What if Alastor lost his other eye or Severus his remaining arm? What if Fred and Ginny lost their father? What if we lost the drunk, who, even being a coward, would jeopardize his life to save mine? What if all of us lost our lioness?

"You are surely not worth all their trouble!" Malfoy said, before he cast me another glance and left.

Of course, I should not believe the words of Lucius Malfoy, Dracos much detested father, famous torturer, murderer of his own wife and Voldemorts right hand.

But I could not deny the fact that he was right.