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Whenever Remus is involved I tend to have a lot of Dumblerage, so just for future reference, I shall most likely have a lot of it at some point writing this story. Just forewarning you. I also want to give everyone a heads up that at some points this story may get a little dark since it will be a war fic for a good while. I will put warnings in the A/N notes at the beginning of the chapters that have anything bad in it when it comes time.
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The Marauders had guided Harry around twists and bends and corners, down stairs and down narrow, dimly lit hallways; until they reached the room where Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley were waiting. Remus and James led the way, and Sirius and Peter were behind Harry. The five wizards entered the previously silent room noisily, bustling in, shoes scuffing the wooden floorboards as they tried to keep an eye on Harry and all get into the room at the same time.
Sirius grabbed Harry's upper arm and led him towards the front where Dumbledore was waiting. That had been a few minutes ago, now the air is tense, so thick it almost feels harder to breathe, and all the persons present in the room are waiting with baited breath to see how everything plays out.
Remus knows everyone is watching Harry-who is sitting in what looks like a highly uncomfortable chair, at the front of the room-however his eyes find themselves locked on Dumbledore.
The gentle looking wizard appears to be very relaxed, a silent confidence in his eyes. Remus realises in that moment that Dumbledore doesn't think anything in the boy's mind can shock him. Dumbledore raises his wand, palm facing upwards, wrist slack.
"Wait," Harry says suddenly. A fierce look in his eyes, "I must warn you, whatever you see you can't unsee. I should also mention that if this isn't a different dimension as Hermione suspects, then we could be altering the future...drastically," Harry says in a grave tone. Remus notes that Harry suddenly appears to age a few years, his face looks weary, as if he has seen unspeakable things, things that haunt him every time he closes his eyes. What could possibly happen in the future, to do that to someone who couldn't be older than them?
Dumbledore's expression still hasn't changed, he is the epitome of cool and collected, he clearly thinks that the boy is exaggerating, but Remus sees a flicker of something he can't quite identify flash in the older wizard's eyes.
"May I proceed now...Mister-"
"Potter, Harry Potter," Harry smiles stiffly-rubbing the back of his neck, his other hand hanging limply between his open legs; in that moment the members that hadn't been present that morning suck in a sharp breath, their suspicions confirmed.
Dumbledore once more raises his wand, and Remus now shifts his attention to Harry. The young wizard's eyes have fluttered closed, and his mouth is set in a thin line.
Remus leans against the wall on his right. The other Marauders and himself are standing a little ways away from the other occupants in the room. Remus doesn't notice that Peter's knees are knocking together, or that he's nervously chewing at the side of his cuticles.
"Bit anti-climatic," Sirius whispers harshly so only the Marauders can hear him, and Remus rolls his eyes.
"I don't think he-" Remus jerks his chin at Harry, "-would agree with you."
"It would be faster if Dumbledore got some memories for the pensieve and showed it to everyone wouldn't it?" James asks, leaning forward, his face right beside Remus's and he can feel James's hot breath dancing across his cheek. His best mate sighs before dropping his head on Remus's shoulder.
Then Dumbledore couldn't control who sees what, Remus thought wryly. These three teenagers were a fresh variable, one the old man hadn't worked into his plans yet. He couldn't be sure if they would jeopardize his carefully concocted plans or not yet.
It was long, arduous. Sirius slid down the wall ten minutes ago, and is now sitting with his knees to his chest, legs spread apart, hands limp by his sides, and his head thrust back against the wall.
Ten minutes. Twenty. The clock is ticking harshly in Remus's ears, and even Minerva is fighting off boredom and drowsiness. Sirius's soft snores are whistling through the room.
James however doesn't seem any less focused that when Dumbledore started, which is surprising to say the least. He's staring-like a starved man who hasn't seen food in weeks-at the pair of wizards at the front. It then occurs to Remus that of course James would be interested. This boy is possibly his son, whether it's from another dimension as the boy mentioned, or not.
Remus spots Peter over his shoulder as he pries his eyes away from the focused look in James's.
The boy is a shaking mess, how no one else has seen that is astounding. He's wringing his hands together, and Remus sees that his cuticles are bleeding. He's shaking like a leaf in the cold Autumn wind before it falls from its' tree.
Remus feels worry surge up inside him, and he turns to take a step towards his friend when two things happen.
First, Dumbledore gasps loudly and backs away from Harry. Panting heavily, breath shuddering in and out of his mouth, and his right arm is flailing out for him to grasp onto something.
Second, the door blows inward and it falls to the side, off its hinges.
"You didn't leave anyone to guard us, really?" a female voice says past the slight dust cloud that has kicked up, and Remus can't resist the tiny smile that touches his lips.
Hermione and Ron step into the room, hands in the air, wands held delicately as to prove they mean no harm. Remus somehow gets the impression that that's more for everyone's peace of mind, than anything else.
"Did you figure out yet if he's the spy or not, Harry?" the curly haired girl asks in a no-nonsense tone. She purses her lips and cocks an eyebrow as she ignores all of the gaping wix-who are frozen in place, no clue what to do as they stare at her in shock.
Harry nods grimly, and before anyone can move or say anything else, Hermione effortlessly slips her wand into her hand properly and she yells, "incarcerous!" Remus's eyes widen as the spell flies in his general direction, before he sees her true target. Peter.
