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~Toujours Pur~

"They escaped?" Sirius looked up at Snape from where he had been staring at his shaking hands.

"Indeed. Someone told the Order where we were hiding them…" He paused briefly and Sirius would almost see the smug satisfaction on his face before he continued. "It is an unfortunate incident. They were both relatively unharmed and now have a perfectly healthy baby boy."

"Good…that's good…" Sirius muttered, his eyes moving back to his hands as they trembled violently. He clenched them into fists before putting his head in them.

"You do not sound very pleased." Snape observed coldly, he had noticed how Sirius had been slowly falling apart since he had been blamed for the capture of the Longbottom's who were well loved and respected by the Order and Wizarding community at large. He had been attacked on a regular basis, the Order intent on capturing him and getting the location of the Longbottom's from him, he was a mess. His hair was getting long and unkempt, his eyes were dark and no longer held any vestige of the previous steely glitter. Snape was coldly fascinated at what continued hatred could do to a person who was so used to being loved by others, although he was fully aware that Sirius had had a tense relationship with his family he knew that he had always been able to find solace in his friends, but now he was alone. Alone and forever tainted in their eyes.

"I am, I just…I…" Sirius sighed heavily and stood up. "It doesn't matter. I'll get out of your hair now." He said and moved towards the door, Snape watched him go and wondered how much longer Black would be able to continue before succumbing to the pressure's building up on his shoulders. When Sirius had left Snape shrugged and walked towards his kitchen, a cup of strong tea was in order and perhaps he would finally be able to get some sleep knowing that Lily was safe and under the protection of Dumbledore.

~Toujours Pur~

Sirius stood in the street, his fur soaking up the rain as he awaited some sign of movement from his target. He was supposed to be watching members of the Order and, as a sick joke, he had been assigned to watching Peter. He hid in the shadows, only his eyes moving restlessly as he fought the urge to stand up and shake off the water that fell in a steady drip onto his head. A car passed, spraying water over the pavement in a huge wave, Sirius stood up and retreated further back to avoid getting even wetter. In typical English fashion, the weather was playing games with the human's, it had decided to rain continuously for four days straight and the roads now resembled rivers. A soft whine escaped the massive black dog as he waited for his target to emerge from the small café across the road, Padfoot's silver eyes gleamed in the shadows.

Finally Peter emerged but Sirius was shocked to see that someone was with him, the man wore a coat with a hood that was pulled down low over his eyes. Sirius got up and began padding silently after them, ensuring he remained a safe distance away so that he wasn't spotted. He drew close enough to overhear their whispered conversation, he was immensely glad that he had the acute hearing of the dog.

"He has asked that you attend him as soon as possible." The man Sirius didn't recognise hissed from within the deep shadows of his hood.

"It's not easy to find the time to get away." Peter replied in an equally quiet voice, Sirius could hear the note of fear and it made his hackles rise.

"It wasn't a request, Pettigrew. He has demanded to know the secret you possess. If you don't go to him he will come to you. You promised to give him something in return for his protection, you must now hold up your part of the bargain."

"I know. I was just waiting for a time when I wasn't busy…"

"He won't accept any pathetic excuses, you made a vow, Pettigrew."

Peter glanced away, causing Padfoot to linger behind some overflowing bins. When he was certain Peter's attention had moved on he continued to follow. "I can't just disappear! If I do they'll know and I can't take that risk. I need more time…"

"The child is a year old, how much longer do you need?" The other person hissed irritably.

Sirius' ears perked up, he began to get an inkling as to what was going on and the thoughts that were running through his head made his lips peel back from his long, dagger-like teeth. A low, formidable growl rumbled through his chest as a car passed, luckily masking the noise as the two men turned a corner and disappeared from Sirius' sight. He ran forward and caught up to them just as they hovered outside a small house. "Tell him I'll come to him. I don't want him anywhere near my mother…she's…she's delicate enough without that." Peter fidgeted with his robes and his eyes darted around nervously.

"As Secret Keeper only you can give him the information he craves. Do not attempt to back out now, he will know and you will be punished. His protection and patience only stretches so far."

"I said I would come, didn't I? I have to go in case someone comes…" Peter moved towards the door and the other man dissaparated with a loud pop.

Sirius watched the door of the little house close, the rain continued to fall but he could no longer feel it as red fury heated his veins. He growled again, his teeth flashing in the growing gloom. He suddenly knew what he had to do, he didn't like it but what choice did he have? He turned, tail flicking as he bounded away from Peter's house, water spraying from his paws and fur as he ran.

~Always Pure~

It was night time, the sky clear and the air cold as Sirius stood under the cover of trees in a deserted park. He shivered and wrapped his cloak closer around his body, he waited as hope and terror made war within him. Finally he heard someone walking towards him, he backed further into shadows and lifted his wand, the wind picked up and lifted his hair from his face as he spotted the familiar tall, cloaked figure. "You wished to see me, Sirius Black." Dumbledore said softly as he lowered his hood, he gazed at Sirius with those penetrating blue eyes.

"Dumbledore…" Sirius whispered and lowered his wand.

"Why have you called me here? The only reason I came was because you said you had information in regards to someone I am protecting, I assumed you mean the Potters?"

Sirius nodded, he was unable to speak of it so it was all he could do. After a second of attempting to sort out what he was going to say he took a breath. "There's a spy amongst you." He whispered hoarsely.

"Of that I am fully aware." Dumbledore replied calmly. "I assume you did not bring me here to inform me of things I already know about."

"This spy…it's Peter. Peter Pettigrew." He said finally, forcing the words out through clenched teeth. He felt anger rise like bile in his throat, his lips peeled back from his teeth in a dog-like snarl and a low growl of fury escaped him. "Peter's been spying for the Dark Lord, I don't know for how long but I was tasked to watch him for any signs of unsual behavoir…he met up with another Death Eater and I overheard them talking of-of-" He felt his tongue curl up and stick to the roof of his mouth, he choked and gagged a little before shaking his head. "Of thing's I've been forbidden to talk about." His eyes widened as he sought desperately to tell Dumbledore everything without speaking, the old Headmaster gazed at him for a long moment in silence before nodding slowly.

"I see. Has he given his information to Voldemort?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen or heard from anyone since I was tailing him. Please, Dumbledore, I'm begging you…protect them! You have to stop them from being murdered!" His voice took on a desperate, pleading note and Dumbledore nodded in understanding.

"I will do my utmost to ensure that the Potter's remain unharmed, I promise." He assured the distraught young man before him, he watched as Sirius relaxed visibly and slumped against the tree at his back. "I will also offer you what little protection I can afford to give you, you do not need to return to Voldemort's side. He will know what you have done the moment I ruin his plans and Peter is apprehended, he will kill you."

"I-I know." Sirius replied and pushed hair from his eyes. "I know what I've done and I'm going to face the consequences. I'm sorry, I can't go back…There's too much I have to atone for."

"You cannot atone for your sins by dying, Sirius. Dying is easy, it is living that is hard, especially when one has committed crimes such as yours. You need to live and spend every waking moment making up for what you have done, you need to devote the rest of your life to those who you have hurt. I can help you, dear boy, all I need is for you to come with me."

An agonised expression crossed Sirius' face, one that made him look like a child. His mask cracked and broke open to reveal his vulnerability and Dumbledore sighed softly. "I can't. I'm sorry. There's…too much history, too much that I've broken and destroyed. It'll never be fixed. It's impossible. He'll never forgive me…"

"Sirius, whatever it is you have done I am certain that, given time, Remus would learn to forgive you. Love is the most powerful force in all the world, it is a more pure magic than anything that can be taught or cast by wand or potion. Love can conquer all and in time it may even heal both of your wounds, no matter how deeply you are hurt. I am sure that when he hears of what you have done here tonight he will realise that you are not the traitor he thought you were."

Sirius was shaking his head rapidly, he had backed away a few steps so that shadows hid most of his face. "Everything I touch is destroyed." He whispered roughly, his voice broken and harsh in his throat. "My hands are so soaked in blood that it'd be the biggest sin to touch him, I wouldn't taint him like that. No. I'm beyond help Dumbledore…You know I am. And even if I did come to you, I'd just be thrown into prison…I'm not going to Azkaban. I'll die before that happens."

"I may be able to prevent such a fate, or at least make the time that you spend there as short as possible. Do not be so quick to throw away your life, you can do so much more if you live."

"Just…just do me one favour?" Sirius dipped his hand into his pocket and withdrew a crumpled piece of parchment. "C-Can you…can you give Remus this? I-I…I just want him to know…" His voice trailed off into silence before he sighed heavily and handed the parchment note to Dumbledore. "I hope you do manage to save James and Lily." Sirius whispered and smiled softly. "I reckon any kid of theirs is going to be the best thing to ever set foot in Hogwarts. Goodbye, Dumbledore." He backed away again before lifting his wand and dissapperating with a pop.

Albus watched the spot from which Sirius had disappeared before sighing sadly, he looked down at the note in his hand and saw a rather smudged name on it in Sirius' elegant handwriting. He put it carefully into a pocket inside his robes before spinning into darkness in utter silence.

~Always Pure~

Remus sat in his room holding the battered looking piece of parchment in a tight fist, he had yet to read it but he was too afraid of what it would say. He had come back from one of his many missions to the Werewolves to find that Dumbledore had called an emergency meeting, he had explained that there was a spy amongst them and that he had had contact with Sirius Black. At his name Remus' heart had stuttered in his chest, his hands had clenched into fists as Dumbledore' bright eyes had landed on him. They had been told that the spy was now on the run and that he had already endangered James and Lily, they had to be moved as soon as possible and with as little fuss as possible so as to avoid alerting Voldemort. They would be moving them on Halloween, when they could hopefully disguise the move under the veil of Muggle's who would also be about in the streets at that time. Remus looked back down at the letter and with hands shaking almost too violently he opened it.

Remus, I'm sat here with the intent of writing to you but now I've got quill to parchment I'm at a loss for words. There are so many things I want to say but I don't know how to write them. I suppose that by now you'll be fully aware of what I've done; in that case you'll also understand that I probably won't live for much longer. I admit, I have every intention of attempting to run but I highly doubt I'll get very far. I suppose even the Hogwarts sorting hat can make mistakes…I'm a coward. Such a pathetic coward. I don't even have the guts to say any of this to your face, I'm afraid that if I see you I'll just fall apart. If I have to see you again I'll lose the will to stay away from you and I can't do that, I'm going to be hunted, if not by the Dark Lord himself then by my cousin Bella. She'll want my head when she discovers what I've done and trust me when I say that she will also kill anyone who is in the near vicinity along with me. You won't be safe until I'm dead and your safety is the only thing that matters to me now. I don't know why I'm writing all this down, you probably won't even read it but I suppose I'm allowed to hope, right? Merlin, I can't sleep without the memory of you. You haunt me like a persistent ghost and every night I wake up and reach out for you, forgetting that you're not there. It's so cold without you, I'm sick of living my life so far away from you. It kills me to think that you'll hate me, even after I'm dead and gone. I suppose I only wanted you to know the truth; everything I did, every mistake I made, every path I took, I did it all in the hopes that it would ensure your survival. I wanted to give you my heart but seeing as that is impossible I'll give you your life instead. I don't want you to feel guilty, none of this is your fault. I chose to follow the path I did, I chose to learn Dark Magic and turn my back on all that you stood for. I only want you to understand that I did it all for you. I love you Remus Lupin, you will forever be the one who holds my heart. Everything I am, everything I was, belongs to you. My soul, my heart, my body…it's yours. It's all yours. Do with it what you will, I don't care.

I sound like an idiot but I think I needed to get that off my chest. Just remember, no matter what happens to me from now on; you're the moon that lit up my darkness.

Remus' hand crumpled the note up in one sweaty palm, he swallowed a large lump that had appeared in his throat as he stood up on shaking legs. He dived out of his bedroom door and ran down the stairs, he ignored his father's concerned call and grabbed a cloak from the coat hanger by the door before flinging it over his shoulders. "I'm going out!" He called before yanking the door open onto the cold night and running into the street, he closed his eyes and concentrated with all his being on his destination.