A/N: While some of the memories seemed insignificant at the time, what Xavier was doing was getting a feel for Remus's past and looking for some link or clue that might tip them off to what Voldemort plans on doing with Rahne. This also serves as a means to introduce a bit of background on Remus since Jinxeh and I have made this an AU fic. While his background holds fairly true to Rowling's, there are some major differences (i.e. Liona).
As for Remus simply being away, we stated earlier that it had been a full moon.
Chapter 5; Paragraph 16
(and I quote):
"It
was a full moon, you were locked up, and from what I heard, she put
up one hell of a fight."
The parts with the Potters was merely to include background for Xavier and (since this fic is under the X-men Evolution heading) for the readers who are unfamiliar with the Harry Potter story and all the connections and whatnot. I'm terribly sorry if you found this to be "taking up space" and "detracting from the story". It's all good though; people make mistakes and are prone to confusion so if anyone has any questions, feel free to leave it in a review. Which reminds me: Rahne is a year younger than the trio and the same age a Ginny.
I believe that is all for now, just a few last minute details: This is a Jinxeh chapter and there are only three more chapters until THE Chapter 15 . . . you will all understand in time . . . Speaking of: Hey Jinxeh, do you think when we hit 15 we should bump up the rating?
Cheers!
Chapter 12: A Warning
Fenrir allowed himself a small and wicked smile as he stood in the stone doorway of the small room that the girl was being kept in. He couldn't help it; it had just crept onto his lips when he had seen what sort of condition that the girl was in after he had taken the curse from her once again. He still had to dispose of the boy's body, but first he wanted to see how his newfound apprentice had taken to the killing he had set her in doing.
Leading her back into the room had been easy enough; he had simply ordered her away from the boy after the deed had been done and then had beckoned for her to follow him, still in her wolf form. He had put her back into the small stone room. He had taken the curse away once more.
This time, he was not doing it so as to toy with her emotions. No…he was genuinely curious as to what the girl would do once it had been taken away. What he had found and was still seeing was astounding to him. He had expected it to be as before, although surely worse; he had expected her to begin screaming at him and lunging once more. He would have been fine with that; it would have meant he would just have to teach her another lesson. However, it appeared that she did not wish to attack him again.
Instead, she was just lying there, still in her wolf form, having collapsed to the cold stone ground in one bloodied heap. She had not moved from that position since he had taken the curse away, and nor did she even try to turn back into a regular human girl.
She just lay there, nothing moving except her chest and her eyes, which were blinking furtively. Blood was splattered over her snout and neck, along with the sprays of blood all splash around her, soaked into her fur. She was beyond moving or attacking…it appeared as if she were beyond doing much of anything.
She wasn't an idiot. She knew what she had just done, and to an innocent little boy…how could she have not been able to fight against doing that? She could still remember the look in his eyes that she had seen a second before she had jumped for him. There was a terror to be seen there unlike any other that she had ever seen…and it was one that she never wanted to see again.
"Did you enjoy that, my sweet?" Fenrir crooned, chancing to walk into the room fully, his wand in his hand and on guard, just in case it was all an act. "I have to say…curse or no, you did quite well. What did you think? Did you enjoy it?"
She didn't answer him verbally, instead suddenly giving a wolf-like whine and burying her snout and the most of her head behind one of her paws, as though trying to hide from him. Her tail was suddenly kept firmly between her legs, and her legs were kept close to her body, as though she were trying to make herself seem as small as possible.
"Come now," said Fenrir with the shake of his head. "It couldn't have been that bad," he whispered as he crouched next to her, one hand trailing lazily over the back of her furry neck, not seeming to mind all of the blood that was caking it as he did. "Deep down…you know that it was a rush. To know…another person's life was in your control…"
She gave a dog-like whine again, her body and her muscles shuddering underneath the coarse fur that covered her. She wanted to attack him, she did…but somehow she knew that she couldn't. She couldn't attack somebody else like that…she could never do that to someone again, no matter who it was…
"It was a bit of a shock to me too," he sighed dreamily. "My first kill. I had some strange feelings on it after it was over and done with…but all in all…I enjoyed it," he said with a grin, exposing his teeth. "Someday, you will too. You should listen when I talk to you, you know. You know I'm right…"
She didn't answer at all this time; not even to let out a pitiful whine, or any other wolf or dog-like sound to him. He grinned. Either that meant that she was listening to him, or she had fallen far too deep into her own despair to answer him. Either way, he was enjoying this.
"Well…we'll try again, sometime soon," he promised her, moving his hand from the back of her neck and standing on once more. "If you will excuse me; I have a body to clear. Get some rest, my daughter," he added with a laugh as he raised his wand and pointed it at her once more.
"Imperio!"
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"I'll be damned before I let that man get his hands on my daughter!" Remus fumed later that night as he paced back and forth in the cavernous kitchen of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Besides himself, Sirius was the only other person in the room at the time, though he was actually sitting at the table while he watched his friend pace. Remus had just finished telling Sirius what Xavier had told him back at the hotel.
"No one knows that he's going to get her for sure," said Sirius evenly as he pulled the top off of a bottle of Odgen's Old Firewhiskey and poured some into the two small glasses that were on the table in front of him. "Here, take this," he said, practically shoving one of the glasses into Remus's hands as he passed him yet again. He took it without complaint, but didn't drink out of it just yet.
"No, Charles Xavier is right!" Lupin exclaimed, running his free hand, which was the one not holding onto the alcohol, through his brown and silver hair in frustration. "How could I have been so stupid?"
"What do you mean?" Sirius asked in surprise, suddenly looking up at the other man from his own glass. "This isn't your fault…"
"I was an idiot to think that Rahne would have ever been really safe," said Remus between gritted teeth before he turned around to face his friend. "I knew that as long as Fenrir was still alive and free, there was no way that she would have been completely safe from him…I should have never sent her away…"
"You did what you thought was right for her," protested Sirius as he hurriedly got out of his seat and put his glass of firewhiskey on the table. "And anyone who knew what was right for their own children would have done the same. The Ministry would have taken her away from you, and then you'd be lucky to have any idea of knowing where she was," he added grimly. "At least with the Sinclairs you knew where she was…"
"'Knew' being the key word here," said Remus miserably, staring down into his glass with a frown pasted onto his pale face. "Now no one knows…this is all my fault," he muttered as Sirius took him by his shoulders and steered him towards the nearest chair. He didn't protest when Sirius made him sit down, but wouldn't look up at him as he took the seat next to him either.
"Listen, Moony," said Sirius with a slight scowl. "This is not, I repeat, this is not your fault! So many lives have been ruined by Voldemort and all of his little cronies already…this is all his fault," he said surely. "But you have to stop worrying so much."
This caused the werewolf to look up at him again, this time his face being set in a mask of shock and anger. There was a certain fire to be seen in his eyes, and it was one that Sirius had hardly ever seen before.
"Stop worrying so much?" he repeated in disbelief. "Sirius…my daughter could be in the hands of a homicidal maniac! How can I not worry about that?"
"I'm just saying," said Sirius with a scowl, "That worrying about this isn't going to be solving any problems here. It's not helping you keep a clear head, and that's what you need right now."
"I can't help but worry about this, though!" protested Remus. "What else am I supposed to do? I can't think straight…I can't do anything without thinking about her, and without wondering if she is all right! My God…she could be dead by now, and none of us could know about it!" he exclaimed, his voice breaking with the last sentence.
"She's not dead," Sirius said adamantly. "Pettigrew wouldn't have gone through all of the trouble in taking her if she knew that she would have been killed for it anyways. I think that this Xavier guy is right…they're going to try to use her against us," he said grimly.
"What am I supposed to do about this?" Remus whispered as he swirled the contents of his glass around in a circle inside of the cup it had been put in. "I can't…I can't just sit here while I know this is happening to her…"
"What are you going to do?" asked Sirius with a raised eyebrow as he watched the other man set his still-full glass on top of the table and suddenly stand up. "Moony, where are you going?"
"I just…I need to walk…" Remus muttered as he grabbed his cloak from the back of another chair and pulling it on quickly. "I can't just sit here talking about it; I need to get out of here before I drive myself completely insane."
Sirius didn't respond to this; he simply raised an eyebrow and watched silently as his friend strode forwards and walked out of the kitchen and up the small flight of stairs that led up to the main hallway. Half-expecting to suddenly hear his mother's screaming, he listened for it. All he heard, however, was a series of clicks and clacks as the front door was unlocked, and then the same sounds when it was opened and shut again.
"Oi…" said Sirius heavily, taking the glass that Remus had not even drunken out of in his hands, "I think it's a bit too late for you to try and avoid that, Moony…" he muttered before he downed most of the glass in one gulp.
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Jamie nervously as he, Cadence, Jubilee and Kitty walked slowly down the hallway of the hotel, making their way as quietly as they could towards the stairway at the end. They were doing their best not to cause any noise, since all of the doorways surrounding them belonged to the X-Men and the other trainees, but so far they had not run into any problems. "What if somebody hears us?"
"Nobody will hear us if you just shut up," muttered Jubilee darkly. "You've been asking the same thing for the last five minutes. Now shut it!"
"But I'm just saying…" said Jamie with a slightly hurt expression. "How will we even know where to start looking for her?" he asked as they reached the stairway and, finding it to be teacher-free, began to descend. "She could be anywhere!"
"Anything is better than sitting here and doing nothing," said Cadence adamantly. "I would rather be scouring the city for clues when I know that I have a very small chance of finding any, rather than stay here and wait for someone else to find Rahne."
"Besides, Cadence is better than any of us, maybe even Logan, at tracking people down," said Kitty surely. "If anyone's going to be able to find Rahne, it's her."
"If Logan finds out about this he'll ground us until we graduate," Jamie groaned.
"No one's forcing you to come, you know!" Jubilee snapped. "If you don't want to come, then just go back to your room, okay?"
After that, Jamie decided that it would be very wise to keep his mouth shut, or else the older mutant students might have decided to make him stay anyways. Not that that was exactly fair…he was the one who had the chance to apprehend the three wizards down in the lobby, after all. Even if they weren't really a threat to the X-Men, or Rahne, he could have stopped them if he wanted to. He felt a small swelling of pride in his chest when he thought of this.
"All right…" said Jubilee as they reached the bottom of the stairs, and she had poked her head around the corner of the short hallway that led into the main lobby. "I think that the guy that's usually at the front desk stepped out or something, so we should go now."
"Sweet," said Jamie with a grin, going first. Of course…in this case, going first and ahead of the other students also meant that he was the first person that Logan chose to grab by the scruff of his neck as he came around the corner.
"Nice try, runts," he growled as the others came around the corner, stopping short at the sight of him. He had been leaning against the wall just on the other side of the barrier of the lobby, meaning they couldn't have seen him when they first looked into the reception area. Silently, Cadence was cursing herself for not having smelled him sooner…
Logan let Jamie go and allowed him to scramble back to the older kids, who he dutifully hid behind as though to use them all as shields against his grumpy-looking teacher.
"And what exactly did you four think you were doing?" asked Logan with a raised eyebrow. "You weren't planning on going out and searching for a certain friend of yours, were ya?"
"Um…no?" tried Jubilee uncertainly. His glare was enough to keep her from saying anything else.
"Back upstairs, you four," he said sternly, crossing his arms and staring down at them all with such a look of ferociousness that it would have made even the bravest of men want to run and cower. Jubilee, Kitty, and Jamie did just that, in their own way, by turning around and bolting up the stairs once more. That just left Cadence, who was standing there with her own arms crossed, and a less threatening glare on her face.
"That means you too, Girl," said Logan, his voice tinged with just a hint of amusement. He always had to wonder if he had been anything like her during his youth. Wondering about that was really all he had, as he couldn't remember any of his own childhood…
"Why won't you let us help?" she asked stubbornly.
"Because, you don't know what you're doing," Logan answered truthfully. "You can't just plan on wandering around the city and hoping to sniff her out or something. We don't even know if she's in London anymore."
"We won't know that for sure until we look for her," Cadence muttered.
"Which is something you need to leave to the X-Men," said Logan severely. "Now, get upstairs."
Surprisingly, she decided to listen to him this time, though it was to be said that there was a certain amount of hesitation as she did. When she finally turned around and began stalking up the stairs towards the second floor again, Logan allowed himself to sigh before he, once again, leaning back against the wall.
"Damn kids…" he muttered as he stuck a cigar into his mouth. "They can't possibly think they're the first to try sneakin' down here tonight…"
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Remus Lupin wasn't entirely sure why it was that his 'walk' had taken him to the front doors of the hotel that the X-Men were staying at. It had just…happened. As soon as he had left the property of Number 12, Grimmauld Place, he had apparated away to a spot just a couple of blocks from the hotel, and his feet just seemed to take him to the front doors without his knowing it.
By this time it had started to rain, and yet he had done nothing to protect himself from the cold droplets that had already soaked him through. His lanky hair had taken on a darker tone and was stuck to his scalp; his clothing and his cloak were heavy dripping. He was a sorry sight right then; but it didn't look like he really cared about that at the moment.
By the time he finally took a shuddering breath and stepped up to the doors, with one hand out and about to reach for the doorknob when it swung open without his help. He took a step back as the door came towards him, and found that he was looking into the face of the man he knew was called Logan.
"Saw you standin' out there," he said as he moved aside to allow the man admittance into the main lobby, which he took gratefully. "I know you Brits are used to this weather, but damn…
"I was just…taking a walk," muttered Lupin as he stepped inside of the lobby. Immediately, he was suddenly very cold. The hotel had air conditioning going, and it was freezing him to the bone seeing as he was already wet.
"Some walk," said the man with a frown as he allowed for the door to close again. "You need a towel or something?"
"No…I don't plan on staying long," said Lupin emotionlessly as he looked around the posh lobby. "You don't sleep?" he asked, unsure of what the man's mutation was.
"Someone's gotta stop the kids from sneaking out," Logan sighed. "I just had to make four of 'em go back upstairs, and about six of them before that. They're trying to sneak out to find her."
He didn't need to elaborate; the word 'her' was enough for Lupin to know who he was talking about. For some reason, this made him smile just a little bit despite the situation occurring at the time. It was apparent that Rahne had friends that cared for her, just as he had when he had been in school. She seemed to have led a good life from what he had managed to see; judging from the worry of the couple that raised her, and the concern of the mutants that he had just met.
"What…what was she like?" Lupin asked suddenly, turning around to look at the other man, who was still standing by the doorway. He just had to know what she was like…he had missed out on her entire childhood, but this man had gotten to know her better than he, her father, had been able to.
"Rahne?" asked Logan, noticing how strange it was for him to actually say the girl's name instead of her nickname, like he did with most of the other mutant students. "Hard to say, really. She was the only person willin' to have the Girl as a roommate. They helped each other, I guess. She was always a bit of a smart-ass too though, if you don't mind me sayin' it," he added in a mutter. For some reason, this seemed to amuse Lupin. She must have gotten that from her mother… "Good student…didn't listen to orders much, though. Not much respect for authority, either, but she was devoutly religious. She went to church with Kurt every Sunday."
"The typical teenager, then?" asked Lupin with a small sigh.
"Pretty much," said Logan easily, before he suddenly growled and looked towards the stairway again. "Girl! Back upstairs!"
Lupin blinked and looked around just in time to see a slight figure retreating around the corner, able to hear her slight footsteps as she hurried up the stairway once again.
"Cadence," muttered Logan as he saw the other man's inquisitive expression. Lupin smiled slightly.
"Your daughter?"
"Eh…somethin' like that," said Logan with a shrug, not exactly willing to get into specifics like that, especially with someone that he barely knew and had only known for a small while.
It was difficult to be short with this man, however, as Logan soon found. Although a little apprehensive about why he had just shown up at the hotel in the middle of the night, even Logan didn't have it in him to just tell him to leave. He could smell the despair coming from the man as though it were a powerful sort of cologne, and the haunted look in his sunken eyes gave him the appearance of a man who had just lost his hope for the world.
"Don't worry about it," he said gruffly, not used to being the consoler in this situation. "Chuck's already gone; he and Hank took the jet back to the States and are goin' back to the school. He's got this machine he uses to find mutants…if Rahne uses her powers then he might be able to locate her."
He decided against mentioning the fact that Cerebro might not have worked in this case. Tonks had already explained to the mutants that magic would cause electronic devices to short out or not work properly, especially in areas where the magic was plentiful. True, Cerebro was more about intensifying the Professor's psychic powers, but since technology was what was used to do this…there was every chance that he would not be able to find her.
"Chuck?" asked Lupin with a frown.
"Er…Xavier."
"Ah," said the werewolf with a sigh. "I just thought I might come by to see if you've found out anything else…"
"Nothin' yet, but we're hopeful," said Logan, lying between his teeth.
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A couple of minutes later, Remus Lupin was walking down the street once more, his head bowed against the rain as he walked away from the hotel. He could have apparated back to Grimmauld Place, but at the time…he really didn't want to go back there just yet. He just needed some time alone, to think.
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By the time that Fenrir Greyback unlocked the door to Rahne's small holding room early the next morning; the spell had worn off again. He had figured that it would have by that time, but it surprised him to find that she was sleeping when he opened the door.
He was not a complete idiot; he had seen the haunted expression on her face the night before, and had been able to recognize it whether or not she was even human-looking at the time. The last thing he would have expected her to have been doing was sleeping.
When he stepped into the room however, he found also to his surprise that she was in her human form, and holding what appeared to be some sort of photograph in her hands. She was curled up in a sort of fetal position by the far wall, only one hand away from her body, and it was that hand that held the photo. He frowned as he stepped up to her.
Her backpack had still been on her when Pettigrew had taken her; Fenrir knew that for a fact. However, it had been taken away from her before he himself had taken her away from the Dark Lord, and he had no clue as to where it was now. He had been under the assumption that she had had no personal belongings on her when he had taken her underground.
But then again, as he went closer to the picture and the girl, he was able to take notice of the creases in the picture itself. It had probably been in the pocket of her pants during the whole time. Careful so as not to wake the girl, he gently reached down and took it from her loose fingers. When she did not stir or give any sign to indicate that she would awaken, he stood up again and backed away so as to see it better in the dim lighting that came through the open doorway behind him.
"Well then," he said after a moment. "How sweet…" he sneered as he looked down at the two people in the moving photograph in his hands. There was a definite crease in the middle of the photo, but apart from that there were just a few smaller folds along it. It would have been in fairly good condition if it weren't for the dried and bloody fingerprints all over it. Remus and Liona Lupin were on the front, looking merry and twirling one another around. On the back were the words "Remus and Liona Lupin, 1980", which were barely visible because of the drying and almost brown blood smeared along the back.
"The thing looks like it was at a murder scene…" said Fenrir thoughtfully before he cracked a grin. "Ah…but it was, wasn't it?"
As he stared down at the photo in his hands, his grin grew even larger as he thought about what he could do with this picture.
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Xavier was not having much luck with locating the young mutant girl by means of Cerebro, and it was quite frustrating to him. He and Hank had jetted back to the States just to go back to the school and use the blasted machine, and now he could not even find the girl they had all been searching for! It had been a hectic twenty-four hours (though it could have been more at that time; everything just seemed so jumbled right now…) and so this was most certainly not what he needed.
With a sigh he pressed down on some of the control panels yet again as he sat in his chair at the end of the extended walkway before closing his eyes and concentrating again. It was rather stressful for him to have to concentrate on finding mutant signatures all the way in London, England, but what choice did he really have in the matter?
He mentally reached further and further from the school itself, and the base of operations until the feeling of mutant signatures came over him again, these ones more concentrated than the others located all around the world. His students, no doubt.
And yet, no matter how hard he concentrated, he couldn't find a single hint of the mutant known as Rahne Sinclair among them, or anywhere around them. It had to have been at least the fifth time that he had tried.
He sincerely doubted the worst; that she could have been dead. Peter Pettigrew had obviously thought her to be of much importance seeing as he had gone through all of the trouble of kidnapping her in the middle of a crowded wizarding tavern. He wouldn't have done it for any apparent reason. At least, he had to hope that…
The only explanation that he could come up with was that, perhaps, she was either not using her mutant abilities, or something was shielding her from his mind as he searched for her. This wasn't exactly a surprise to him; he had to wonder what kind of an effect magic would have on this so-called "muggle" technology…
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The end of a long night and the beginning of a morning that wasn't showing very much promise either brought the members of the Order of the Phoenix no solace when it came to Remus Lupin and the situation at hand. At Grimmauld Place, Molly Weasley woke the children up at the crack of dawn, fed them breakfast, and set them to work with cleaning some of the unused upstairs bedrooms. Moody had already checked them out to make sure there would be no "surprises" for the teenagers to stumble onto, and it kept them out of the way for a while.
Mrs. Weasley had been awake when Remus Lupin had walked in sometime shortly before dawn that morning, soaked to the bone and with a woeful expression on his face. When she questioned him in the downstairs hallway in concern, he simply shrugged silently and walked up stairs to his room, where he shut and locked the door. She decided against confronting him again.
"This is horrible," said Mrs. Weasley with a heartfelt sigh as she set a sponge and scrubber to work to clean the dishes in the sink of the kitchen with her wand. "The poor man…you should have seen him when he walked in here."
"Remus doesn't want our pity, Molly," said Sirius evenly as he bit into a piece of bacon while he sat at the table behind her. "All he wants is his kid back. No amount of feeling sorry for him is going to accomplish that, and I'm sure he doesn't appreciate it much."
"Well what do you except me to do?" asked Molly snappily as she turned to face him with a slight glare on her face. "Just ignore what is going on with him?"
"If that's what really helps him, then yes," answered Sirius simply. "Feeling sorry for him is going to achieve nothing but making him feel even worse."
"He may be right, Molly," said Arthur Weasley evenly, making her settle her death glare on him instead. "I mean to say…the only thing that's going to help him now is if this…Rahne…is taken from the clutches of the Death Eaters," he added in a slightly meeker tone.
"It's probably not helping that the children know, either," added Tonks with a frown. "Every time you walk up to them they suddenly stop talking. Either Fred and George had done something bad, or they're talking about all of this," she sighed, stirring a spoon idly in her mug of hot chocolate.
"I'll have to have a talk with them later," Molly said with a worried expression. "They need to be more careful…"
But she trailed off upon turning around and hearing the sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen itself, thinking it might have been one of the teenagers, only to sigh in relief when she saw it was actually Albus Dumbledore. Then that relief went away very quickly when she saw the expression that was upon his face.
"Uh-oh…that can't mean anything good," Sirius muttered as he, Arthur, and Tonks all stood up as the headmaster walked into the office holding something small and square in one of his hands.
"It doesn't, I'm afraid," Albus sighed. "Molly, where's Remus?"
"Upstairs, I believe," answered the woman, her eyes looking at the small square in Dumbledore's hand with a dubious expression. "Albus, is that…blood…on that paper there?"
Of course, her question made everyone else in the room look down at Dumbledore's hand in shock. The mention of the word 'blood' often had that effect with used in the context of a sentence like that.
"I believe so," answered the elder wizard, holding it up so that they could see it was not a paper after all, but a photograph instead. All they could see of it was the back, but despite the brown and red bloodstains and fingerprints all over the white backside they could still read the heavy black writing along the center.
"What do you have that for?" asked Sirius in amazement, coming forwards and squinting at it. "Remus and Liona Lupin? Blimey, what happened to this thing?" he asked as he took it carefully from Albus's hands and flipped it over. The front was as heavily covered with blood as the back had been; maybe even more so, because he could hardly make out the figures of Remus and Liona moving along on the black and white surface.
"I don't know," said Dumbledore with a grim frown as the others crowded around to look at the bloodied picture. "It was sent to Hogwarts this morning by owl, but since I was not there at the time, Minerva collected it and sent it along to me."
"What do you suppose it means, though?" asked Tonks nervously. "Who sent it?"
"I found that out when I went to talk with Rahne's instructors at their hotel. According to her small friend, Cadence I believe was her name, this photo belonged to her. Right now I am under the assumption that it was Fenrir Greyback who sent it to us," he said dourly.
"Greyback?" asked Tonks, the name ringing a bell in her mind. "Oh, Merlin no! He's the one who bit Lupin and killed his wife! Dumbledore are you sure?" The old man nodded his head slightly.
"Why would he send this to you?" asked Molly fearfully. "Wait…this…this doesn't mean that it's he who has her, does it?"
"That is just the assumption," said the headmaster quickly. "More of a theory, really…"
"Then why would he send this to you?" asked Sirius in distaste as he handed the photograph back to him. As concerned as Sirius for Rahne, he couldn't help but be wary of the bloodstains upon the photograph meaning that he didn't want to hold onto it for too long. Dumbledore took it again and looked down at it, a sad kind of sparkle to be seen in his blue eyes before speaking.
"If I had to guess…I would say that he has sent this to us as a warning."
