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WARNING there is Remus/Sirius SLASH and also swearing!

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Chapter 10

Remus' POV

Blinking slightly, I woke up and saw to my great confusion Dumbledore and James standing by my bed at, I turned my head to the clock on the wall momentarily, 7:15 in the morning!

I immediately knew something was wrong looking at their faces, both reflecting sadness, and in James case slight hurt and anger. Confused I asked a question, which made James stiffen greatly.

'What's wrong?'

There was a silence, which seemed, to me to drag on for eternity. Looking around I saw Sirius for a change wasn't here. Feeling disappoint in my chest I asked where he was. With my question I noticed James eyes flare in anger, which swiftly changed into pity.

Alarmed I sat up, ignoring the slight pain in my body.

'Has something happened? Did I bite someone? Did I-' I spoke out swiftly panicky, before being cut off by the professor.

'Calm down Remus, unfortunately I have some painful news for you and no you have harmed no one' he added swiftly noticing my fearful gaze.

'I need you to listen carefully, what I have to tell may be understandably difficult, but please refrain from speaking until I have finished'

I nodded, to shaken up to answer, oh Merlin, what happened, and what does Sirius have to do with it?

I sat there in horror and disbelieve as I heard Dumbledore, and James at times, explain to me events that occurred last night, how Sirius told Snape, how Snape saw me. Everything.

I was frozen, how could this happen? I felt a sudden anger fill me, one I had never felt in my whole life, apart from when I learnt who it was that gave me this 'curse'.

Sirius' POV

(15 minutes ago)

Everyone was silent. My parents were looking at me in disgust whereas Dumbledore was much harder to read. It felt as though we stood there for hours, whilst only seconds passed, Dumbledore was the first to speak.

'As you can see, both Mr and Mrs Black are here to escort you home, it seems they didn't want you to make any… detours. I have arranged for you to take a port key to your home.'All this was spoken emotionless, as he held up a black pot I had not noticed before.

'If you are quite ready, this shall leave the moment all three of you touch it'

I gulped at the words, 'no detours'. They knew me well. I then realised they would keep a much closer eye on me this week, or else have Kreacher see to it that I stayed in that god-forsaken house.

I reached out one hand, sure to keep tight hold of my trunk in the other, and grasped the handle. I looked up to see my 'parents' do the same. Turning my head the last image I saw was Dumbledore stood there, sadness etched on his old face.

The feeling of being pulled came over me instantaneously, and moments later I found myself in the dark hallway of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Both my mother and father were glaring down at me maliciously, wands grasped in the hands. Pulling myself together I steeling myself for what I knew would soon come.