Veritas

by Thing1

This is a lengthy piece about Sirius Black. It is a sequal, of sorts, to 'This Was Falling' and 'On Flying', but it stands alone well. Sirius & Remus, as agents for the League Against Voldemort, discover a hidden Death Eater encampment, and must bring i

2. Veritas 5- 7

Veritas 5- 7

Parts 5 through 7 of Veritas. Sirius & Remus get inside of Malfoy's house….

***** 5 *****

For the next week, nobody in the Lupin's house minded a bit that they couldn't pursue the problem of the mysterious Death Eater camp. All attention was focused on Malcolm, and he was a very happy diversion. Remus rarely even let go of him, and only surrendered him to Katie or Sirius when begged to. Sirius spent many happy hours curled up in one of the big overstuffed chairs in the front room watching Malcolm as he slept in his arms. Just like I used to with Harry. Work, eat, sleep, hold Harry. My agenda for about 3 months I think. We are going to make certain that things are very grand for you, Malcolm. I promise.

Dumbledore sent very warm congratulations and apologised for not being able to get free just yet to meet young Master Lupin. Harry, Ron and Hermione also sent congratulations in a letter filled with strong hints that maybe it might be possible to come for a few days during the New Year break, if someone suggested to Dumbledore that this would be a good thing. Remus had laughed over this and Katie had sent a letter off to Dumbledore immediately to see if it might be arranged.

Sirius sat with Liz working quietly in the living room one morning. Katie and Remus had gone for a walk, taking Malcolm with them. Sirius smiled to himself thinking about how he had been told off soundly by Katie when he asked, for the third time, if Malcolm was going to be warm enough. Sirius, if you turn into a fishwife over this, we are going to have issues. It had become much colder over the past few days, and the sky had started to turn grey. Looks like November is going to start with some snow. Great. Another winter freezing to death watching Death Eaters mill about. He gave an involuntary shudder at the thought.

Liz saw that and stopped what she was doing.

"Alright, then?"

Sirius smiled at her. He was pretty sure that his lingering issues from his experiences in Azkaban were one of Katie and Liz's 'secret conversations' topics. But he didn't mind, not since he had decided he was defiantly falling in love with Liz. It was a relief, actually, to know she understood that part of him, and she didn't seem to be put off by it. Quite the contrary; it seemed she had become a little protective. That's got to be good, right? Maybe there's a chance here. Or maybe she just feels sorry for me.

"I'm fine, Liz. Just thinking that it might start to snow soon and remembering that Moony and I spent more time than we cared to sitting in the snow last year. Looks like we've got the same thing ahead of us now."

"Now I feel like shuddering. Ugh."

Sirius laughed and went back to finishing the crossword. As he pondered one of the questions, his eyes caught the date on the top of the page. October 29th. 2 days before the Lupins hit year one. Suddenly he had an idea.

"Liz? I know you cannot possibly divulge any feminine mystique or risk getting drummed out of the club," she grinned at him, "but can you address direct questions?"

"Maybe. Depends on the question, doesn't it?"

"Remus and Katie's anniversary is the day after tomorrow. What say you and I clear out for a few days and let them have the place to themselves. Think Katie would like that, or and I treading dangerously near the "if I hear you moan you're intruding one more time Sirius you will regret it" line? I think Remus would like a little quiet time with just Katie and Malcolm."

"I think that's a great idea. Provided, of course, I'm allowed to go home now." She winked at Sirius.

"Yes. But only for two days. Don't make me come and get you, it won't be pretty."

"Where will you go then?"

Sirius had figured he would go to Hogsmead. It would be cold, but he'd be able to spend time with Harry. But they had never told Liz about his being an animagus. Suddenly he felt very guilty about that. But very few people actually know this part, do they? Even some of the small handful of people that accepted Sirius' innocence didn't know the whole story; they had just accepted Dumbledore's word and asked nothing. How do you just blurt this one out? And I don't think she'd be pleased to hear that I'm off to live as a dog for a few days in a cave so I can visit my godson. Well, she'd understand the last part….

"Just somewhere to do a little visiting."

"Now who's being mysterious?"

He was spared having to respond when he saw an owl come up to the window. He let it in and took a letter addressed to himself. It was from Dumbledore. He scanned it quickly, scowled, then read it outloud to Liz.

Sirius-

I am addressing this to you as I wish not to disturb Remus just yet. You will of course have to share with him and Liz the contents of this letter, but I think it will be better if you have a conversation with Remus when you feel the time is right. I hope that young Malcolm is doing very well indeed. Minerva and I do look forward to having him here when the time comes.

Severus believes he has indeed identified who cast the spell in the wellspring, but he is waiting for confirmation on something so he will not name any names just yet. There has also been a rather disturbing incident between some of the Aurors and a pair of Death Eaters. This incident was severe enough that Fudge has contacted me to discuss the matter.

Arthur Weasley has confirmed that Fudge had, in a private meeting, told him that unofficially the Ministry was reconsidering our insistence that Voldemort had regained his corporeal form. Apparently some of the Ministry wizards have finally figured out how such a feat might be accomplished.

I have expressed to Severus that I feel urgency is now paramount. With Death Eaters becoming bolder in their activities, and the lingering issue of what is hidden behind the wards, I feel that Voldemort will indeed be returning shortly.

On a happier note; I will allow Mr. Potter to come visit for a few days after the New Year. I am certain that the Grangers and the Weasleys will also allow Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley to join you, but you best ask them directly.

Give my best wishes to everyone there, won't you? I'll contact you as soon as Severus confirms who our mysterious spell caster is.

Albus

Sirius looked at Liz. "This is all going to get very interesting if the Ministry does publicly confirm Dumbledore's statement, you know. It'll probably mean that Voldemort will come back immediately."

Liz pondered this. "So the question becomes does the Ministry buy more time by continuing to deny everything, or do they say something as soon as possible and try to force Voldemort and the Death Eaters into an open confrontation before they've finished their plans, correct?"

"Correct. I'm not sure which option is worse. We're ready, in the League, but that's still a small group. I doubt very much others will be. The shock alone could cause a panic, and that achieves nothing but giving the Death Eaters the advantage. Fear is a great leverage to have."

"I remember last time. Everyone was so frightened all the time. I can remember walking around most of the time in a daze unable to think, or rather, unwilling to think, about what might happen to us all. When it finally…ended…I was exhausted. I withdrew a bit from everything. I spent more time in the muggle community, where nobody seemed to have ever heard of Voldemort or understood what almost happened. It was soothing."

Sirius watched her quietly. Finally he asked, "Is that when you met your husband?"

She gave him a sad smile. "Yes. Brian was exactly what I needed. Such a happy, carefree man. So much fun, and not bothered by a thing. Actually, even if he had known about Voldemort, I doubt it would have dampened his spirits at all. He'd have just charged ahead and probably tried to bring him down with his bare hands. Brian might have actually pulled that one off, come to think of it."

Sirius laughed and Liz grinned.

"He lived in this disaster of a flat with his best friend Callum. What a pair they were. Make you and Remus look like alter boys."

"Callum? I've never heard that name."

"Actually it's a form of Malcolm, you know. Irish Gaelic, I think. At least, Callum's Irish, so I might be jumping to conclusions."

"I think I prefer Malcolm, thank you."

"It is lovely. But you're a bit biased here, aren't you?" she laughed.

Sirius winked. "Absolutely. Got a better name in mind yourself, do you?"

"I've always been partial to 'Griffin', actually."

"Griffin? That's a thing, not a boy, Liz."

Liz laughed and stood up. "Says the man named for the Dog Star."

Sirius followed her to the kitchen. "That was my parent's fault, obviously. I think they were seeking revenge on me early, knowing exactly what was in store for them. Mum was excellent at divination, you know. Well, as good as anyone gets with that drivel."

He set his cup in the sink and sighed as he looked out the window.

"I'm sure Malcolm's still warm enough, Sirius." He looked to see Liz had come to stand next to him closely by the window. Without thinking he put his arm around her shoulders.

"I wasn't thinking that. I was thinking our nice little anniversary gift is a no go now. But now I am thinking it, thanks." She laughed, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before she turned to go. Sirius stared after her, not sure if he was stunned or thrilled. She was so reserved; he hadn't expected her to do anything like that. But I'm very glad she did. She's also very comfortable with who she is. I'll take this as a very, very good sign.

***

Two days later, Remus tracked Sirius down in his study in the early afternoon.

"Padfoot? Busy?"

Sirius smiled and set down the book he was reading. "Not particularly. Wait, something's missing. Oh yes, you seem to have lost that infant permanently attached to yourself."

Remus chuckled and sat down across from him in front of the fire. "You should talk. Katie and Liz are playing with him in the kitchen."

"Bit young for playing yet, isn't he?"

"Well they're in there babbling at him. I'll allow it for one year, then no more nonsense talk. If they turn Malcolm into a weed I shall be most upset." Sirius had to laugh at this.

"Katie and Liz are probably already teaching him basic arithmancy. It just sounds like babbling 'cause you're not listening closely."

Remus grinned at him. "Point taken. Now, I have a favour to ask, but I think you'll be very happy to do it."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "It better involve the baby or I shall suddenly become very busy and tell you to shove off."

"Lucky for me, it seems, it does. Would you mind looking after him this evening? I wanted to take Katie out for our anniversary. Just down the village…."

"Absolutely. Feeling very spry for a day after the full moon, aren't you? Excellent. Leaving now?" Remus laughed and stood up.

"No. Sorry. About 6, actually. My spry self is actually going to go take a nap so I don't embarrass my wife by falling asleep in my dinner plate. By the way, I just got a letter from the Grangers. I do love when the mailman actually comes out here, you know. He always looks so stunned that we're getting any mail at all. Hermione's allowed to come down as well, so that's all of us."

"Should be a wonderful New Year, then. The place will be filled to the brims. I think Liz is looking forward to meeting Hermione in particular."

Remus gave him a very amused look. "Yes. It'll be fun having us all together, won't it?" Then he left.

***

Remus and Katie left shortly after it got dark. Katie fussed a little bit, not letting go of Malcolm until they were absolutely going to be late if she didn't get a move on. But when she handed him to Liz, and walked out the door with Remus, she looked very relaxed and happy.

"Doesn't trust me a bit, does she my little marauder?" laughed Sirius, giving the baby a finger to grab. Liz laughed at him.

"Of course she trusts you, Sirius. She's got new mother separation anxiety. This is the first time she's been away from him. Very common. It's been nicely tempered though with getting some quality romantic time with Remus, and fitting back into that lovely dress she had on."

"More mystique I have no business knowing?"

"Mr. Black, if you had no business knowing it, I wouldn't have explained it, now would I?"

"I can't win, Malcolm. Neither will you, so get used to it."

They spent a quiet evening amusing themselves with Malcolm until it was time to put him to bed. Once he settled down, they went back to the front room together. Sirius felt more happy and relaxed than he had in years. It's not just Malcolm that put me in such a mood, I know it. They went back down to the front room and settled into the chairs facing each other in front of the fire. Sirius just sat there feeling good. Liz was reading yet another book on rather nasty charms. Finally she turned to Sirius and started to say something, but he held up a hand.

"Liz, don't you dare talk shop at me. This is the most wonderful, peaceful evening I've spent in ages. I don't want to think about anything but future baby gifts, Quiddich results, and what an incredible dinner you made."

She flushed at this and hesitated a moment before she spoke again. "Thank you. I wasn't going to talk shop, actually."

Sirius grinned at her, leaning his head on his propped up arm as he slouched in the chair. She looks so nice like that, all curled up with her legs tucked in, and her hair down. Wait I just noticed that. She almost never wears her hair down. She should more often, I think.

"Good. What is it then?"

She looked away, still a bit flushed. "Actually, I think I've forgotten now."

Her gaze wandered over to the French doors and she looked at the garden for a few moments. Then she turned back to Sirius with a shy smile.

"If I dress warmly, will you let me go out into the garden? I suspect it's rather lovely in the moonlight. All those white mums should glow nicely, I should think."

Sirius gazed at her quietly for a few moments. Only if you take me with you, Mrs. Godine. "I think I can live with that. Provided of course, I escort you and make sure you don't in fact get too cold. Can't have any flu show up on my watch, you know."

Liz stood up and went into the entry hall, calling after her, "You're not baby sitting me, you know. I'm a little beyond that." Sirius ran upstairs once more to check that Malcolm was still quietly sleeping away, and then joined Liz outside.

"This garden is so beautiful. Their wedding must have been lovely."

"Absolutely. Of course I blubbed through the end of it, but the first bit was very nice. Everyone thinks I'm this maniac murderer but the truth is I'm just an utter weed."

Liz faced him. "Sirius, both of those statements are untrue, and you know it. I never want to hear you say anything like that again." Sirius stared at her. She got that tone from Remus, I think. She has been here a while. Of course, you're the one who demanded she stay. And you know exactly why.

"Right. Sorry," he said softly. "Just joking, you know."

Liz sighed. "I don't see how you can joke about it. But I also understand how you feel you must."

This is not a safe topic of conversation. Not if I don't want to ruin my perfect night.

"I'll behave Mrs. Godine; I promise." She laughed at this and stepped closer to him. Her eyes were very bright now, and he could feel his own heart beat seem to pick up slightly. Please, let this really be happening. It's a lot to ask, but this one is very special.

"You've never asked me my maiden name, you know." She now had a sly, amused expression that thrilled him. Battle of wits, is it? Lead on.

"No, actually. What is it?"

She grinned at him. "Harker," she said, in a knowing tone of voice.

Harker. Familiar sounding, but rather common. But there's something up. Do I know any Harkers? Sirius thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered the last Harker he'd met.

Oh. No. Certainly not. It can't be….she's a Ravenclaw, Alasta was a Griffindor. Families…. Maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions. Maybe she's just teasing me because she knows exactly what bell that name would ring. I'll risk it.

"I knew a Harker in my year actually…." He said in the most casual tone he could muster.

"My cousin," she responded in an even tone, but her eyes were still twinkling merrily.

Bugger. No wonder she knew all about the time we lost the map…..

"Ah. Is this why you were so kind as to not share the tale of the Quiddich Cup incident with Katie?"

He tried to sound dignified, but he felt himself grinning and heard the laughter in his own voice. "Know everything that happened the night, do you?"

"Mmmm. Every sordid little detail, Mr. Black."

"Your cousin shared that with you? Well, how nice to be such good friends…."

"Mmmm." She was still smiling though. That's it. This little game is over. He smiled at her and stepped closer.

"I'm glad you don't seem to mind my rather colourful past, Liz. As I think I'm starting to fall in love with you, it could be difficult." She stepped forward herself to almost close the space between them.

"Well, I know I'm in love with you, so obviously I don't care a jot."

"Are you really?"

"Absolutely." She paused a moment, then her smile took on a wicked shine. "Good thing it's impossible to tell my cousin about this, don't you think?" Sirius reached out and took her in his arms.

"Just don't ever tell Katie about that night. Please. Remus is innocent; well, mostly innocent, but she'd never, ever let me hear the end of it. And I might loose baby-sitting privileges. That would definitely put a damper on this love I'm absolutely starting to feel for you."

"Mums the word, then," she smiled, and kissed him.

After a few minutes, Sirius reluctantly drew back from her. "We're still on watch, you know. Better go inside."

They walked back into the house hand in hand. Just as they had taken off their cloaks, Katie popped her head around the door. "We're back. Thanks. Good night!" she said, and left just as quickly as she appeared. Sirius looked at Liz with some surprise.

"She looked very amused, didn't she?"

"I think we've been spotted, Mr. Black."

"Oh. Well. Hadn't thought of that." He grinned at her, then gave her another kiss. "Think we'll get in trouble for snogging in the garden?"

Liz giggled against his mouth. "I doubt that highly. They do it all the time, don't they?"

"Excellent point, Miss Harker. How long have you been waiting to tell me that, then?"

"I wasn't. Not 'till I fell in love with you. Then I found I couldn't wait to see your expression," she said in an amused voice.

"Was my reaction suitable?"

"Very acceptable, thank you. Let's call it a night, shall we? We can talk about it again in the morning."

They walked upstairs and Liz kissed him again before she went to her room. "Sleep well, Sirius."

"Tonight I think I'll sleep better than I have in years."

***

The next day, Sirius woke up rather late. Well, I did sleep better than I have in a long time. He lay there for a while, listening to the sounds of the garden and the house. It was very peaceful. He couldn't help thinking that it could all change in an instant, but the thought didn't fill him with dread quite like it used to. I'm not letting anyone take this without a hell of a fight.

He got up, and when he made it downstairs he found that Katie and Liz seemed to have gone off somewhere. He went to find Remus, who was working in his study. He looked up when Sirius entered.

"Good morning," he said in a very casual tone. "Glad to see your sleeping habits have improved. You missed breakfast so just scrounge a bit. Katie and Liz have taken Malcolm to see Mrs. Noyes."

Sirius opted for flopping down heavily on Remus' couch and staring out the window. He listened to Remus working on something for a bit before he finally spoke.

"Remus, this garden is just so stunning. I think I'm starting to appreciate it on a whole new level. Not bad for the bane of the herbology department, eh?"

"Yes; Katie and I did happen to notice both you and Liz appreciating how particularly attractive it is in the moonlight. So, what were you up to in my stunning garden?"

"Do you need to know, or do you want to know?" asked Sirius with a grin.

Remus laughed, and but down his quill. "Sirius, since we were 11 years old I have never really wanted to know what you were up to, but I have always found it best to need to know what you were up to. Out with it."

"I'm in love with the woman, Remus. Surely you, our best and brightest, could have guessed that."

"I had, actually. And Liz?"

"Finds me rather wonderful herself. Can't blame her, can you?" He grinned again at Remus

But Remus smiled warmly at him and shook his head. "Really in love Sirius, or just attracted to?"

"Really in love. It's a rather frightening feeling, isn't it?"

"It's worth it."

"I don't doubt it for a second. Still, you could have warned me that it makes you into a bit of an idiot."

"Feeling a little out of control, are we? You are in love. Good."

***

That afternoon, an owl arrived from Dumbledore, saying that he needed to speak with Sirius and Remus immediately. They grimly said goodbye to Katie and Liz, and apparated on the road leading to Hogwarts. Sirius transformed, and they quickly made their way up to the castle. They entered quietly to find that students were just starting to finish their afternoon classes. Sirius saw Remus wave at a handful of students who smiled when they saw him, but did not to stop and talk to anyone. Why delay the inevitable?

They went up to Dumbledore's office, where Snape was already waiting. He turned to them as they walked in. Sirius resumed his usual form, and he and Remus stood there, staring at Snape.

"Lucius Malfoy cast that spell," he said in a very grim tone. "As I suspected."

***** 6 *****

Sitting in Dumbledore's office, Sirius wasn't paying all that much attention as Remus, Snape and Dumbledore discussed the current situation. Lucius Malfoy. We could have guessed that. So clever, wasn't he? All those years ago, when they started bringing the Death Eaters into Azkaban, he was never there. So many of his 'friends' though, I remember them. Some of them went home, but a lot of them just went insane. Cold and screaming….

Sirius remembered the last time he met up with Lucius Malfoy, all those years ago with James and Remus. The League knew he was up to something, and most likely involved with the destruction of the League's wards at their homebase in Exeter, but they couldn't prove it. Even when they brought him in for questioning, Malfoy just sat there, saying little. His face had the same expression of quiet contempt he'd had at school. He had been a few years ahead of them at Hogwarts. Sirius could never even recall hearing the man speak then, but he had always looked particularly nasty. He never said a word then, ether. He knew that we'd just end up letting him go. Nothing is more dangerous than an enemy who is wise. There was nothing substantial to hold him on. He had broken no laws, they could not prove his involvement in anything. It had been one of the first really big situations they had been involved in, and James was wild that they couldn't hold him. Malfoy knew that, and taunted them quietly and relentlessly for three days while they held him for questioning. He just sat there, arms crossed casually, smiling at us with malignant and delighted venom. And he never said a single word.

Sirius could feel himself getting tense and angry. This will solve nothing. It will only make it worse, actually. He forced himself to calm, and to focus on listening to Remus. That usually works….

"We will need the ashes and the earth if we are to control this spell. They must be from the house, yes?"

Snape nodded grimly. "The ashes will be from the family shrine. The earth will be from the grounds of the house."

Get involved in the conversation; that will help. "Where's the shrine?"

Snape looked at him evenly. "The family shrine is on the first floor at the heart of the house. It is the hearthstone of the original house, and built over an ancient well shaft. As to where the earth came from, I cannot say. Obviously, if we had earth from the same spot Malfoy had taken it from it would be far more powerful, but any earth that touches the house itself will be sufficient."

Sirius saw Remus nod grimly and stare off into space, thinking about something.

"And what about the blood? Liz said she was sure there was blood in the spell. Can we be sure of that? Are we supposed to get Malfoy's blood?"

Dumbledore nodded. "If Liz sensed blood, I do not doubt that it is there. The blood will have been used to bond the spell. We have no idea whose blood that is. I doubt very much that Mr. Malfoy would have used his own, as it would be too obvious a solution. But," he looked at Remus who finally brought his attention back and looked at Dumbledore, "we can use another's blood." Remus nodded with a grim expression on his face.

Sirius didn't like Remus' expression at all "Isn't that dangerous?" he said, looking from Dumbledore to Snape.

"Very," answered Snape. "But we have little choice in this matter."

Sirius caught Remus' eye. I know that expression. This is not good, but it's going to happen. Sirius began to feel cold again, and moved closer to the fire. They would have to go to Malfoy's home to get what they needed. The Wards were not coming down; the only answer was to wait for a moment to get over the spell circle and enter the secret camp from inside. All they had to do would be to expose it, even for a moment, and it would be worthless. But that was a remote possibility. And the only way back is past the Dementors, which you're useless against, and failure is not an option. And what if this time they're waiting for us? By now they would have checked the caves; we reset the spells when we left, but if they look closely, they'll know they'd been broken once. Liz isn't going with us again, I don't care what Remus says. Right; like you'll be able to tell her to sit at home and wait, Black. Feeling more and more trapped made his heart race a bit.

"So," said Remus, in his overly calm tone that made Sirius even more anxious, " we need to figure out how to get into the manor. And soon."

Snape shook his head. "You won't be getting in there anytime soon, Lupin. At the moment 20 or so Death Eaters are there. They will be there for a while. It would be suicide to break into the house. Under the best of circumstances it is difficult to get within the manor, but I will help you there. Malfoy doesn't keep the strongest wards on his home so that he does not raise the suspicions of the Ministry. Remember, the Malfoys are an ancient and 'respected' family; good citizens. They would never do to appear to openly support anything other than themselves, unless victory was obvious. Malfoy was also in trouble with Voldemort for denouncing him, you know. Just like the others."

Remus looked at Dumbledore. "Hasn't the Ministry led several raids on Malfoy's? Perhaps, if Arthur and Dexter raided Malfoy's home again, they could gather the ingredients we need…."

Snape interrupted him.

"No. Malfoy has taken precautions against any further raids. The mirrors that line the great gallery have been enchanted, and will force any that look into them to reveal themselves. Malfoy did this after the last incident at his home. They force someone to disclose the true purpose of their visit. We cannot send others, under any circumstances, as they will be brought past the mirrors, and will tell Malfoy exactly why they are in the house. Not only will he have them, he will know that we are aware of the secret camp. I am very certain that your visit there has not been discovered as of yet."

"This is why it took me some time to confirm my suspicions; I could not go to the Manor to speak with Malfoy directly or he would know what I was up to. I had to wait to meet with him on one of the rare occasions he is alone away from his home."

Sirius began to feel the tightening in his chest again, and forced himself to take several deep breaths. "Snape, when will we be able to get into that house?"

"Every year at Christmas Malfoy hosts a large ball. The invitation list is very diverse. The house will be overflowing with guests from all corners of the wizarding world, and of course the Ministry itself."

Social work.

"On that night, the house will be the most accessible. With so many people around, it is difficult to keep up seeker spells, or very complex guardian wards. While it will be by no means unguarded, you will have the easiest time entering the manor, and have the best access. The family shrine itself will be very heavily guarded, of course; no one would be admitted there and Malfoy would not want anyone to be able to get in there. But getting inside the shrine will be a better challenge to face than getting into the house itself."

Remus looked at Sirius for a moment, then leaned across and whispered something to Dumbledore. What? If you think you're going to do this yourself…. Dumbledore nodded at Remus, and Sirius was startled to see that he was smiling slightly. He turned to address Sirius and Snape.

"Severus, I think you are correct. While it is unfortunate to have to wait three weeks to get inside the home, I agree that this is the most prudent approach. I will ask, however, that you are to keep a very close ear to the Death Eaters in case we hear that something is about to happen with regards to the hidden site. We can only hope that Voldemort is still not prepared to return and does not plan to anytime in the immediate future."

"Albus? Have you spoken to Fudge regarding the Ministry's position on Voldemort yet? Liz and I were discussing the matter after your last letter. If the Ministry suddenly decides to publicly announce they believe you, it could force Voldemort to return before he has completed his plans. Then this will be for nothing." Sirius was amazed how he could keep his voice so even when his head was pounding so hard.

"Yes, Sirius, that thought had also occurred to me. I am meeting with Fudge the day after tomorrow, and will impress upon him the urgency of not saying anything just yet." Dumbledore gave a sad smile at this. "Ironic, isn't it? I will not be telling him anything of our conversations, or of your current plans, however, as I am not certain that he would not go and do something rash like confront Malfoy with these suspicions."

Sirius saw that both Remus and Snape nodded grimly in agreement. Dumbledore stood up. "Gentlemen, I think for now it is best that we conclude this meeting. Snape and I are due in the great hall for dinner, and I am certain that you would both like to return home yourselves. Remus, on that other matter, you are quite right and I shall deal with it." Sirius looked at Remus, who did not meet his gaze. What is he up to?

They said goodnight, and left. Sirius and Remus left the castle, and walked slowly across the great lawn towards the road leading to Hogsmead.

"Remus?"

"Hmmm?"

"What did Dumbledore mean by that?" Okay, even I heard the snappy way that came out. He looked at Remus a little apologetically, but was surprised to see that Remus was smiling.

"Oh, I just didn't want to mention in front of Snape how very useful an invisibility cloak might be."

Sirius managed to laugh. "Yes, Harry would be most displeased, I think, if Snape could confirm what he's always suspected about where that cloak ended up. No matter if it did mean you and I saved the world with it."

Remus gave him an amused glance. "Save the world, Padfoot? That seems a bit much, even for you."

Sirius felt his own smile fade a bit. "Well, let's just try and save our own little corner of it, then."

***

When they came home that evening, they found Liz and Katie sitting by the fire with Malcolm. Sirius stopped and just looked at them for a few moments. When did I become such a sentimental old duff? What happened to that boy who did everything he pleased only because it amused him? He looked at Remus, who had gone to sit next to Katie and was smiling at the baby. I guess we all grew up. Just like James did; we laughed at him at the time, but all he did was beat us to it, I guess.

He sighed, and sat down next to Liz on the floor next to the hearth, leaning against the front of the chair and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Well this isn't so different from sitting around the common room seventh year, is it? Has so much changed? Okay, maybe the baby's an interesting addition to the scene, but back then it could easily have been Stella Carrington's ruddy cat. Remus hates cats, but he was just a little too nice to that beast to fool James and me. Lily told us to just shut up about it…. Sirius chuckled, and caught Remus' eye.

"Malcolm's a much better companion than Besset, now isn't he?"

Remus looked confused for a moment, then his eyes widened a bit as he understood Sirius' barb. He gave Sirius a hard look, then his own smile took on a rather dangerous look. Sirius immediately regretted giving Remus an excuse or an easy opening.

"Shall we really get into a discussion on this subject Sirius? Are you very sure you want to?"

"Um, no actually. Must be tired. Excitement from the day and all that. So, Liz, Katie; how did you spend your day?"

"Sirius," said Katie in a casual tone, her eyes still focused on Malcolm, "I know exactly who Besset is."

Liz just laughed and shook her head, giving Sirius an amused glance. "Wasn't that Stella Carrington's idiotic cat? The one who mysteriously ended up giving hives to all the seventh year Slytherin boys when it was locked in their dorm one evening with a shedding curse?"

Sirius grinned. "Fancy being so mean to a poor little kitty as to lock it in a room with Snape."

Katie got up, handing Malcolm over to Remus. "Not one of your more polished ideas, Sirius."

Both Remus and Sirius automatically said, "It was James' idea," then laughed.

"Indeed? And just who put it in that room?"

Sirius froze at this, and his smile disappeared.

"Peter did that. Only because James personally asked him to."

***

Over the next several weeks, waiting to get into Malfoy's, Sirius and Remus worked on detecting and breaking protection spells. Snape had sent them a layout of the Manor, and they planned the fastest route to the shrine. Sirius decided that it would be best to enter the house near the end of the evening; experience from breaking into places he should not be had proved that while most hosts were very precautions at the start of an event, they relaxed more towards the end. At least, that used to work. Not that Malfoy is ever going to be 'relaxed'.

Liz was most displeased that she was not invited on this raid. Sirius and Remus, however, insisted that she stay at the house. They argued about how three was too many, that it just offered more opportunity to get caught, but it sounded a little weak even to them. We can't risk her. We need her here in case we don't come back. But nobody's going to say that.

Sirius was grateful that Liz did not come out and confront him on the issue. She seemed to understand how thy felt, and decided that it was not worth arguing over because it was basically a brutal yet sound argument. Like Katie.

Liz had finished translating the spell circle, which was easier once she knew who had cast it, and was now focused on developing the proper spell to counteract it. Sirius found her in the front room one day, sitting on the floor, surrounded by piles of dangerous looking books and staring at the image of the circle with her head in her hands.

"Liz?"

She looked up quickly at him, and managed a weak smile, but her face was strained. Sirius came over and offered her a hand up. She stood, and he kissed her. When they broke apart, he led her without a word to the doors to the garden and they went outside. It had finally started to snow the day before, and the garden was buried under several inches of snow. The only disturbance was a path leading from the kitchen to the greenhouse where Katie had gone that morning to gather ingredients for some of her patients. Still in silence, they walked hand in hand out the front gate and crossed the road to one of the paths that lead through the forest. The branches of the trees were covered in snow, and the only sound was the crunch of the snow when they walked on it. But Sirius couldn't stand the silence, and after a few minutes he stopped and held Liz back.

"What is it? You can't sulk about what's going to happen when we go to Malfoy's. First, there's nothing else to be done about it. Remus and I have to do this. Second, I hate seeing this look on your face. I have never liked making any woman look like that and I find it particularly disturbing on you." Same look Lily used to get when we did something she thought was too rash or dangerous. The same look she wore for a week when I convinced her not to use Remus as their secret keeper.

Liz managed a weak smile at this. "Glad I don't seem to be quite like other women to you, Mr. Black."

"Liz, you know you're not. But that's not what I came out here to discuss."

"What then?"

What indeed? I have no idea. I just didn't want to stay in that house and look at you with that miserable expression on your face.

He looked at her, then laughed lightly. "I've no idea, really. What do you think of the current Quiddich standings?"

She laughed outright at this and her face relaxed finally. She wrapped her arms around him and didn't respond for a few minutes. Sirius just enjoyed standing there quietly, and waited for some response.

"Sirius? What do you really think is going to happen?"

"I believe with all my heart that Remus and I are going to be able to get what we need. I never doubt Remus, you know. He's a pretty safe bet when he's determined to get something to work. Getting him to that point can be a damned miserable experience, but once that line is crossed, best step back."

Liz looked up at him. "Oh. No, that's not what I meant, actually, sorry."

"What did you mean, then?"

"I meant with you and me. What's our future? I'm not trying to sound dramatic here. But I do wonder. We're hardly a conventional pair, are we?" She didn't sound dramatic, either. She spoke in the same quiet tone she asked most serious questions she needed solved.

Sirius looked at her. "Liz, I have no idea. I have nothing, nothing to offer you right now, except a hope that one day this will all be over, that I will be proved innocent, and that I finally will have something to offer you. Some substance."

"You've substance now, Sirius."

"Not really, but it's sweet of you to say. I am the most wanted man in the wizard world. Most people think I'm a traitor and a murderer. If I'm caught, I won't be going back to Azkaban, you know. I'll be given the kiss, without trial or question. That's not a future, is it? It's very nice here, hidden away. But it's a small little place to be. And it's not mine to give. I told you I loved you, and that's very true. But I can't give you anything more than that until…."

"Sirius, I know you're not those things."

Sirius smiled and kissed her softly. "Of course; I know you know that. But Liz, I can't pretend that I can create some normal little life here or anywhere. I may be forced to leave here any day as it is. You know that the Ministry has been here on several occasions to question Remus as to my whereabouts. And Remus always dutifully lies in the same tone he used when confronted by McGonagal or Kitchner. No one would dare to challenge it because you'd feel a fool for doing it. I can't make you any promises; until I can, I don't think there's anything else to say on the subject."

Liz looked at him evenly. "Fine. You have a point. I'll just wait, then, and see what happens."

Sirius felt tears in his eyes. "Will you? I'd understand if you didn't, you know."

"Sirius, do I strike you as some ninny of a girl who swoons over every handsome man she meets under the moonlight and tells him she loves him?"

He had to grin at this. "Hardly."

"And do you see me as some flighty woman who cannot fathom what it means to love someone so much that you would wait a lifetime to be with them?"

Sirius felt his expression grow sombre again.

"No. But can you? Can anyone wait that long for a promise that may not ever be met? Is anything worth that?"

"I think you are. Or is it that you don't think I am?"

Sirius was stunned at this. He shook his head slowly and looked at her. "I know you are."

"Then why are we arguing about it?"

"Because I feel very guilty asking you to do it. It's as simple as that." Liz smiled sadly at him.

"I never do anything I don't want to. So you've nothing to be guilty over. Now, I you hate seeing this glum look on my face, why don't you do something other than perpetuate it?"

Sirius had to laugh; then he stepped back, reached down, and scooped up a handful of snow. "How about a good old fashioned snowball fight?" he asked, with a wicked glint in his eye.

"A much more sensible idea, I think."

When they made it back to the house, covered in snow and laughing like maniacs, Sirius had to admit he felt much better. For a while, at least.

***

Finally, the day of the ball arrived. Remus and Sirius spent most of the morning by themselves, playing with Malcolm, debating over whether he had learned to smile yet, or if it was just yawning, gas or whatnot. Katie and Liz left them alone for the most part, seeming to understand that this was what they needed to stay calm and focused. I promised you, Malcolm. We're going to make this alright for you and everyone else.

Hedwig arrived with a package after lunch. It contained Harry's invisibility cloak and a note.

Padfoot & Moony-

Dumbledore said that you needed this. I want it back, understand? No excuse will ever compensate for its loss.

I'll see you in two weeks. Merry Christmas.

Love,

Harry

Katie looked at the note, then looked at Remus, who nodded and glanced at Sirius.

I get the message, too, Moony. I promise you, Harry; we'll bring it, and ourselves, back.

Liz watched Sirius, who unfolded the cloak and smiled.

"Oh, what trouble we got up to with this, right Moony?"

Remus smiled back at him. "I think we can pay it all back if we get this right tonight."

"Well, most of it at least."

"How did James get this in the first place?" asked Liz. "They're so rare."

Remus gave her his best "not a chance" look. "Marauder secret, I'm afraid. We are bound never to tell. We promised, you know."

Katie laughed and looked at Liz. "Well, that's it from this one at least. See if you can have a go at the other one later."

Sirius pretended to look very hurt. "Mrs. Lupin; I did make the same promise, you know. Plus, I feel no need to incriminate myself. I have enough resting on my docket as it is."

Liz looked at Katie. "Now I don't want to know."

"I know the feeling, believe me."

***

Remus and Sirius set out well after dark. The Malfoy house was set far inside a forest on the Welsh border. A deep ravine was set on one side behind the house, and in the darkness it looked impossibly deep. They carefully kept just inside the woods that ran along the road that bordered the ravine and lead to the drive up to the house. Sirius transformed, as the animagus would be able to smell anyone nearby, and Remus kept an eye out for any protection charms. But Snape was right, there were only standard charms that wizards kept to sense if muggles were nearby. They could hear the sounds of the party. What a party. I can't imagine spending a more unpleasant evening.

They saw a few wizards standing watch, but with the invisibility cloak it was easy to go past them while walking on the ground where the snow had already been trodden and disturbed by the large number of guests attending. They waited quietly next to the wizard at the front door until someone came out to leave, then passed quickly behind them and into the house before the door was shut. Sirius caught his breath involuntarily when he saw the back of Lucius Malfoy, obviously returning to his guests after bidding whoever had just left goodbye. I assume that's Narcissa with him. Still looks quite the cold bitch, doesn't she? He was brought out of it by Remus poking him in the ribs. Silently they stepped forward and worked their way around a few guests to the back of the entry hall.

They could not pass down the great gallery because of the mirrors. The charm would have compelled them to remove the cloak. Remus was fairly good at resisting such charms, but Sirius was not as strong as he used to be, and refused to risk it. Instead, they worked their way through a series of drawing rooms and a library, until they could see the dark narrow hallway that led to the family shrine. Slowly, they moved forward, and inspected the spell keeping the door sealed.

Remus whispered in Sirius' ear after studying the first spell. "Sirius? We need to break this together. Ready?"

Together they aimed and brought down the spell as quietly as possible. Remus stepped to the door and carefully pushed it open. The room was a vaulted stone chamber, lined with columns and with the hearthstone sitting in the centre. The columns of the room were carved to look like oak trees, spreading their branches over the vaulted ceiling.

"Earth magic." Whispered Remus, and Sirius nodded. He stepped forward to look at the hearthstone. It was an ancient slab, with a fire burning in an indentation in the centre.

"Remus? Didn't Snape say that this was built over an old well?"

"Yes," he replied, carefully scraping some ash from the fire into a small vial.

"I think I know where the earth came from. It's under the hearthstone. That's why there's no water mentioned in the incantation, it's hidden in the earth."

Remus looked up at him with an expression of surprise. "You're right. That's perfect. It's so obvious! I thought he'd left out water because the cave had so much water, but I think you're right. In any event, we need earth that touches the house and this would be the strongest." Carefully they knelt down next to the hearthstone and looked for any loose flooring.

"If he did use this, there must be a way to get under the floor and at the earth. See anything?"

Sirius shook his head, and continued to test various stones. Finally, they found a very small bit of shale at the join between the floor and the hearthstone that gave way. Sirius quickly took some of the earth and put it in another vial. They replaced the stone, then quietly left the room. They made their way back down the corridor, and through the library and the other rooms to the front hall. Very few people remained now, and they knew they had to get over to the door quickly to catch the last guests on their way out. They walked past Lucius and Narcissa, who were speaking with someone Sirius recognised from the Ministry. Idiot. Or traitor. Both are bad… Suddenly, he thought he saw a flash next to him. Oh, my God, I think….

"Well, Mr. Black. I did always wonder where Potter's little toy ended up."

Sirius felt himself freeze at the sound of Malfoy's voice.

"This is very, very interesting. Stupefy!"

***

When Sirius came to, he saw he was in a large empty room with wooden floors. He and Remus were lying inside a large spell circle. Holding circle. Touching the edges will not be pretty. There was no one else in the room. Quickly he turned to Remus, shaking him.

"Remus? Wake up, now."

Remus didn't stir at first, but rolled slightly. Sirius noticed a large cut on Remus' cheek. Did he do that when we fell? Finally, Remus opened his eyes. He looked at Sirius, seemed to focus, and then looked at the room with an expression of total misery.

"Sirius? What did we do wrong?"

Before Sirius could say anything, the door at the far end of the room opened, and Lucius Malfoy stepped in. He walked over to them in a casual fashion, slowly strolling around the edges of the circle while looking at them with a sour smile.

"So, gentlemen. This is almost too good to be true."

Malfoy spoke in a light and casual tone Playing with his food, isn't he?

"It's been a while, has it not? I did not imagine that you would be so very foolish as to come here yourselves. Even Dumbledore struck me as wiser than sending two of the few young and reasonably healthy people he has left here. Now, why have you come here? And so surreptitiously? Surely we can have no business to conduct. Perhaps, Black, you are here to discuss the wretched attitude of your godson. Normally in such matters I would discuss this with the boy's parents, but of course in this case it is not possible." Sirius moved slightly at that, as if to stand, but Remus put out a hand and stopped him. Lucius laughed quietly.

"I imagine you thought coming here would accomplish some goal? We'll find out what shortly. Blundering, foolish little Griffyndors. I remember your rather infantile behaviours from school. Very taken with yourselves, were you not? 'Brave hearts' but to what end? No brain to leverage it, no skills, no logic. So easily manipulated by feelings you are unable to control. You are not masters of your selves, and that is a very dangerous way to live your life, wouldn't you agree?" Sirius never took his eyes off of the man, as he continued to speak while walking casually around and around the circle.

"Nothing has changed, has it Black? Still blundering, still acting rather than thinking. And that's still not good enough. Now, Lily was different, wasn't she? But her capabilities only delayed the inevitable, so even that wasn't enough." Even Remus twitched at that one, but he stayed where he was. Sirius couldn't sit still any longer though, and stood up, walking over to the edge of the circle to stare at Malfoy, who returned his gaze with an equal malevolence.

"Yes, Black? What is it now? Some small thing to say to me? Will that make you feel better?"

Sirius managed to keep his mouth shut, but he was shaking in anger. I'm not letting you win.

Malfoy's bitterly cold smile widened. "Oh? Nothing to say? Why not just tell me what you were doing here tonight and save me the effort of making you tell me. You won't enjoy that, I promise."

Sirius couldn't stop himself. "You nasty little puppet; you think you're going to just…."

The spell hit Sirius so hard he fell backwards, dangerously close to the edge of the circle. The pain was excruciating. The screams came back with a vengeance, as he felt himself grow bitterly cold, and all his strength seemed to leave him. Finally, the spell ended, but Sirius was too pained and stunned to move. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Malfoy step back up to the edge of the circle and focus on Remus instead.

"And you; always so quiet, compared to your boorish friends, so very, very controlled. I knew then that you must be holding very dark inside, and wondered how to reach that part of you, find out what that was. Now we know, don't we? I was surprised, I will admit. But then it made sense; you were so careful to present us with a personage who seemed the antithesis of violence, rage and darkness. And yet that's what you have inside you; terror, madness and bloodlust. You would kill anything or anyone who crossed your path. You would kill without mercy or even understanding, because all that really mattered was your own hunger and fury."

"And still you try to hide and pretend to be something you are not. You are not a man, Lupin you are a thing. A wife and child? It would be laughable were it not quite so horrifyingly inappropriate, don't you think?"

Malfoy leaded even closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "Think you're better than the darkness do you? What happens when you let go, werewolf? Will you even remember ripping them to shreds? After all, you say you're just a man. And all men make mistakes. Only most 'men' wouldn't make such mistakes as you, don't you think? How selfish can you be, to bring others into your delusions? You think that this isn't darkness itself?"

Stop it! Even like this, all Sirius could think of was to protect Remus from these horrible words. Malfoy was very good. He knew exactly what would hurt Remus, and went after that with a terrible vengeance. He was saying nothing that Remus hadn't thought himself, but had learned to live with.

"Nothing to say to me, werewolf? Well, what can you expect from a beast. I shall particularly relish removing you and your wretched disease from this earth."

Sirius tried to move, but couldn't. Malfoy gave him a quick glance be fore he stood up and cursed Remus.

"Crucio!"

Sirius heard Remus scream, but he could no longer see him, as his vision had clouded over. Then there was silence for a few moments.

"I have business to attend to just now, gentlemen. But I will be back soon, and then we can finish our discussion. And then, well, you will be of no more use to me."

Sirius heard him leave the room, and then everything went black.

*******7*******

Sirius was having terrible dreams. Mass confusion; bodies, screams, blood. He felt like he was on fire, like he was being consumed from within with a rage and force - and still he was cold. He felt the damp of the walls around him even through the flames that consumed him. He tried to move, to run, anything, but could not. And something was coming; something huge and terrible. He found the strength to move, but it seemed like his limbs felt like lead, and he couldn't move fast enough. As he moved up the corridor in near total darkness, he heard the sound behind him. They are coming. He felt their whispered malevolence rather than heard it; they were inside his head, telling him they were nearly there. Sobbing with fear and rage, he reached a door. But as he tried to open it, he suddenly realised that they were no longer behind him, but were behind the door, waiting for him. Heart pounding, limbs still like lead, he turned to move away. The door started to rattle and groan as whatever was behind it started to bang on it, to break through. He turned into the next room as the door fell. Still he could see nothing, but felt them gliding towards him, a mass of terrors and never ending dread. And still in the near total darkness, he could see nothing clearly. He passed a window, and as he looked outside, saw nothing but total emptiness, and felt only the overwhelming presence of the evil that seemed to have come up right on his heels now…

Sirius suddenly sat upright with a cry, his entire body shaking as if in exhaustion. He was drenched in sweat, and frozen to the bone. His face was covered in the tears he had wept in the nightmare. He still felt the presence of the faceless horrors that had reached out to touch him…. He turned quickly, trying to remember where he was, to move and get out of reach…

He saw Remus lying next to him, motionless and as pale as he had ever seen him. Suddenly, he remembered where they were. He looked up quickly and saw that they were still alone in the empty room where Malfoy had left them, trapped in the holding circle. There was a huge fire blazing in the gigantic fireplace on the far wall, but it seemed to remove heat from the room rather than provide any. It cast a pale red glow over them, and seemed to be mocking them. Sirius put his head in his hands and breathed deeply a few times, to try and steady himself. You've been cursed; these are only the after effects. The dreams were only that. Focus; how are you going to get Remus out of here? How are you going to take him home? Sirius found that focusing on Remus was much easier than focusing on himself. He was still unable to control some of his thoughts and feelings, particularly in such a condition as this. You promised Katie; you promised Malcolm. Liz…. Don't let them down, Black.

Slowly he felt is pulse and breathing slow, but he still felt like he was burning on the inside, and still shaking from the cold. He reached out a hand towards Remus, and saw it was shaking. He stopped, and made a fist. Don't. Stop it. After a moment he felt steadier, and opened his hand to grip Remus' arm.

"Remus?" Remus didn't move. There were black circles under his eyes, and his face had a sick-looking sheen of fever. Please, Remus, you need to wake up now. He was crying again.

"Remus, please; wake up. You need to wake up." He rubbed Remus' ice cold cheek slowly. Suddenly Remus opened his eyes. They were bloodshot and dazed, but after a moment he seemed to focus on Sirius.

"Padfoot?"

Sirius managed a weak smile. "Get up, Moony. We've got quite a pickle to solve."

Remus' expression didn't change, and Sirius saw that his eyes were flat. Don't do this Remus. I need you with me, not off somewhere hating yourself. Malfoy's horrible words still rang in his own head, and he could only imagine what Remus' nightmares had been of. Remus rarely talked about such things, even with Sirius; but Sirius knew him too well. Clever of Malfoy; he went for Remus far more effectively than just cursing him. Hurting him physically would have just enraged him, and Malfoy knows Remus is a powerful and dangerous wizard to trifle with. But break his mind, and he has the advantage.

"Remus, please. You need to get up, now. You need to focus on me, and only me. Not on words; on me. I know it hurts…."

Remus closed his eyes again, but rolled so he could sit up. He said nothing as he looked back at Sirius. Sirius was very scared to see that Remus' eyes were still very flat.

"We need to get up, Remus. We need to think of something…."

Remus didn't move for a while; then he turned to look out of the window. "How long do you think we've been here?" he finally asked in a hoarse whisper.

"I've no idea. But it's still pitch black out there, so I don't think it's been that long."

"Sirius, it could be the middle of the night three days from when we got here…." Sirius shook his head.

"No. Malfoy would have found a dementor by then and finished me off."

"Not if he thinks he can get useful information from you."

"He can get far more useful information from a free man."

Remus turned away from Sirius with a violent emotion. "Stop it!" he said harshly. "Stop it!"

Remus stood up shakily, and looked around the room slowly. Sirius took a deep breath and stood up next to him. His head still rang with the echoes of the screaming voices, and he felt very ill. The room spun slightly as he followed Remus' gaze. He stopped when he caught Remus' eye, and felt his heart leap. The spark; it's back. He gave a little smile.

Remus gave his own small sad smile. "Well, any ideas?"

"I did get us out of the broom closet that time. Surely this can't be as difficult."

"Or as dangerous, I should think." That's my Moony; rally to the moment.

They both jumped as they heard a sudden small noise at the far end of the room, and turned. Sirius refused to think about what was probably about to happen next.

The door to the room opened slightly, and Sirius managed to make out a tall figure that slipped in without a sound and quickly and just as silently closed the door. He moved towards them with hardly a sound, and stopped at the edge of the spell. Who's this? Damn young to be involved in this bloody mess….He heard Remus catch his breath.

"Draco?" Remus whispered.

Sirius tried to focus on the young man standing there. With only the light of the fire and the fact that his eyes were still not focusing, it was hard to see his face. But he could see the hard set to the mouth, and the tenseness in the young man's posture. He did nod at Remus, but then held up a hand warning them not to speak. What is the boy doing? Come to claim a place in Voldemort's inner circle on his own, by being the one to finish us off? Sirius felt the anger coming back now, and realised that he was shaking now with fury more than from the desperate cold fear and self-loathing that had been with him since they had woken up.

Draco raised his wand, and started muttering under his breath. Sirius flinched, but Remus grabbed him and held him fast. Let me go, Remus. I'm not letting this one take me down without a fight. And maybe if he goes for me first, you can get out, and go home…. But Draco was not focused on them; his gaze was fixed on the floor, at the heart of the spell marker for the holding circle. Suddenly, the spell marker burst into flames, and it flared up around them, destroying the circle. Sirius was too stunned to move, and stood there, staring at the boy as Remus let go of him and moved forward towards Draco.

"Draco, what are you doing here?" asked Remus in a surprised whisper.

Sirius glanced at Remus. Don't you dare trust this boy.

Draco seemed to almost smile at that, but it wasn't a pleasant look. "Exactly what it looks like, Professor." He replied in a very quiet voice. "I will not let my father kill you; or anyone else for that matter, if I can do anything about it. I'm doing what I can to stop all this; if it can be stopped. Potter better be what everyone's always said he is, or none of this matters anyway."

"Draco…" but Draco motioned for silence. Then he smiled bitterly and looked at the floor.

"Professor Snape and I have been very careful to make sure nobody knew the true reason you came here. We also had to make certain that you were in fact caught, so father continues to believe in Professor Snape's 'loyalty'. He alerted father to the fact that he suspected someone would try to come here this evening, to spy on the house using the noise and crowd of the party to cover their actions. Of course, we didn't tell him any of this until late this afternoon, so he couldn't have time to do anything to particularly dangerous in preparation. We certainly didn't tell him Black would be here. That was a 'bonus' he seems delighted with. It also helps convince him further of Professor Snape's loyalty. Certainly Professor Snape would never, ever do anything to aid Sirius Black."

So; Remus and Dumbledore were right about this one. If Lucius knew what he was doing right now…

Draco looked at Sirius with an inscrutable expression. "He's planning on handing you over in the morning, right on the front steps of the Ministry itself. Quite a spectacle he's got planned. He's already sent an owl to Fudge to meet him there first thing. Too bad it won't happen." He stopped speaking for a moment, and looked at Sirius and Remus thoughtfully.

"I'd known that you would have to shield yourselves somehow. I didn't expect the invisibility cloak, however. That was an interesting touch. But I knew you were here, because I finally managed to get away from the crowd and come back to watch the door to the shrine. I saw the door open and then shut, seemingly of its own accord. I had to ascertain if you had entered or exited the room, however, because I did not want you to realise what was going to happen and I knew you needed to gather the ingredients you needed. Did you guess that the earth came from the well?" Remus and Sirius looked at each other, then Remus looked back at Draco and gave a single curt nod.

"Good. I have some here in case you hadn't. Anyway, as I stood there in the shadows trying to decide how I was going to figure out whether you were inside the room or not, I saw the library door open and close silently. I knew you had to go the long way around the gallery, and realised that you must have just left the room headed for the great hall. I ran there, and decided you must be near the front, waiting for someone to leave so you could follow them outside."

Sirius could no longer keep silent. "But how did you actually see us?" he whispered at Draco.

"I didn't see you, not until you removed the cloak. I had removed a small piece of one of the enchanted mirrors earlier that day. I knew that however you were deciding to hide yourselves to get in, the mirror would force you to reveal yourselves for what you really were. I flashed the mirror and waited for one of you to look into it by accident."

That was the flash of light, then. The mirror catching a torch.

Draco was looking vaguely ill as he continued. "It scared me though, when I realised that you were not enchanted but simply hidden. The mirror would break an enchantment, you see, and force you to reveal yourself that way. If you were only hidden, I didn't know if the mirror would force you to speak. Luckily," he grimaced a bit and gave Remus a vaguely apologetic look, "it first forced you to remove the cloak, and my father and the others wasted no time in stunning you to bring you in here."

Remus looked at Sirius, then turned back to Draco and nodded again. Draco said nothing for a moment, then nodded himself and stepped back from the edge of the remains of the spell towards the window, and motioned them to follow him.

"I can't believe he put you in here. Arrogant bastard probably never dreamed you'd get out and could get anywhere near such a convenient escape route. My father is no fool, but pride leads one to do foolish things, wouldn't you agree? The window's charmed, of course, but it should be no match for the best DADA teacher we ever had, should it?" He gave Remus a strained smile.

"You're going to have to do one thing before you leave. You need to stun me. And you need to make it look good." He reached into a pocket and took out their wands, handing them to Remus.

"I can't do that to you…." Started Remus, but Draco glared at him.

"You need to. Or they will kill me instead, you know. If you stun me, I can convince them that I was being an idiot, that I came in here to taunt you, and that my little game got away from me. Trust me; that will be easily believed. If they think I did this on purpose…I'm sure my father himself will curse me on the spot."

Remus and Draco stared at each other for a few moments. Sirius had had enough.

"I'll do it," he said, reaching for his wand. But Draco suddenly turned on him with a disturbing speed and raised his wand at Sirius' chest.

"No, not you. Don't you dare, Black, or I will stop you both and go for the others. Then what will you do? They'll forget trying to get anything useful from you and just end it right now." Draco then spoke to Remus, but his eyes never left Sirius' face. "You, Professor. I know you won't hurt me more than is necessary and I trust you. I do not trust this man at all. Please do this for me. Everyone thinks of me as something I don't believe I am; and that I don't want to be. I am sure, Professor, that you understand this." He finished quietly.

Sirius looked at Remus, who now had the stony set to his expression that Sirius knew meant he had decided enough was enough, and to just get it over with.

"Alright, Draco."

Draco lowered his wand away from Sirius. "Get the window open first, so you can get out of here fast. I realise it's pitch black out there, but just go as straight as you can and you'll reach the woods. Then get to the road by the ravine. That's where the enchantments on the house end, and you can apparate. Are you both up to doing that?"

Sirius and Remus nodded, though Sirius' head was spinning and he still felt ill. I'll manage it. I have to. They moved silently to the windows, and got the holding charms down in a few minutes. Focus, Black, focus. Just keep thinking that if you do this, you'll go straight home. You'll see Harry again, and Katie and Malcolm, and you'll see Liz. Just focus. Draco remained standing in the middle of the room, obviously listening for the sound of anyone coming. As the last charm went down, and Remus slowly opened the window, they turned back to look at Draco.

"Alright, Draco; we're ready. Are you?"

Draco nodded, and moved to face them fully.

"You need one more thing before you leave."

He took a small knife out of his pocket, and a handkerchief. Then he cut open his palm and clutched the handkerchief. It's his blood in the spell. His father….

He silently folded the bloody handkerchief and handed it to Remus. Then he healed the cut on his hand, and passed Remus his wand. "I'll miss that. But maybe when I get a new one it won't have such…interesting…properties." Sirius was stunned to see that Draco had tears in his eyes. "Professor?"

"Yes?"

"I hear you had a son. Congratulations."

Sirius was suddenly stuck by a strong wave of compassion for this boy, listening to the sad tone of his voice. Harry might never believe this…..

But Remus just smiled gently at Draco. "Yes, Draco. Thank you very much."

Draco cast a miserable glance over his shoulder and sighed. "Do right by him, Professor Lupin. I have no doubt you will."

Remus nodded, then raised his wand. Sirius turned, unable to watch what was going to happen next.

"Stupefy!"

The spell hit Draco in the chest, and he fell backwards instantly with a heavy thump that echoed off the floorboards in the empty room. Sirius and Remus jumped out the window and onto the lawn, heading through the near total darkness of the yard towards the pitch-black forest. They were about halfway there when they heard shouts coming from the house. Moving through the snow was difficult, and their injuries made it even harder to move with any alacrity, but they managed to somehow get across the lawn, and not lose each other in the dark. Don't let this opportunity go to waste, Black. Don't let that boy's suffering and courage be for nothing. He felt the fear creeping back, and the coldness coming back through his body. The sounds in his head seemed to be getting louder too; all those awful screams. He never figured out if that was his screaming or the others. Probably both… Suddenly he felt Remus grab his robes and pull him to a stop. His foot slipped, and he felt the edge of something.

"Sirius! Stop! The ravine's right here…." But Sirius slipped. He tried to push Remus away from him, but Remus did not let go. They fell heavily into the snow about 10 feet over the side of the road, and started to slide down the ravine's step slope.

Sirius now grabbed Remus about the chest and held him tightly to him, knowing that if they lost each other in this, it would be very difficult to find one another. Branches whipped at them, Sirius felt himself hitting rocks and other hard objects under the thick layer of snow, and he ached from the cold. In the total darkness, Sirius could see nothing around them or ahead of them. We have no idea how deep this ravine is. We need to stop soon, or we'll be in no shape to leave…they'll find us….

Suddenly he felt Remus reach out and grab at something. Remus could see better in the dark, a lingering effect of the wolf's keen senses. Thank god. The wolf finally comes through for him….

"Sirius?" said Remus, in a very pained tone of voice, "you have to let go. We need to apparate. Grab this branch here…." Sirius reached up and felt his hand hit a branch; he grabbed hold, and pain shot up his arm. I must have broken some fingers, or the hand. "Now go. Get back to the house."

"Remus, you're leaving first. Do it. If you can't manage it, I 'm just going to have to figure out how to get us both out of here."

"I'll be fine…."

"Stop it! Go now! Think about Katie and think about Malcolm and get the hell out of this bloody snow bank and back to your home!"

Remus swore at him, and his voice had an unpleasant tone as he said, through his clenched teeth. "Together then, you stubborn idiot. One…two….three…."

Sirius felt everything dissolve around him. His head was pounding, every part of his body ached, and he felt as weak and ill as he had ever felt in his life. Then he was standing in snow again, but in front of him were the French doors leading to Remus' front room. And he turned to see Remus standing shakily next to him. Remus was very, very pale; his eyes were sunken and dark, and his face was covered with scratches. I can't look much better than that.

Sirius reached out to grab him by the arm, both to steady Remus and to reassure himself that they were standing here. Remus looked at him slowly; Sirius had not seen him look so pained and lost in a very long time.

"Remus; it's okay…." Sirius heard Katie and Liz coming out of the house, calling their names. Remus closed his eyes, and a tear escaped and ran down one cheek.

"Don't Remus," whispered Sirius, "don't you do it. We did it. We're back, and we have what we need. Don't let that bastard hurt you like this; and don't let that boy down."

Katie ran up and wrapped her arms around Remus. He didn't move and kept his eyes closed. Sirius could see now that he was shaking, but didn't know if that was from the cold or from the overwhelming emotions and exhaustion he felt.

Katie looked at him. "Remus, love, are you alright? You've been hurt…."

Remus opened his eyes and looked at her quietly. She gave Sirius a quick, concerned glance when she saw the look in Remus' eyes.

"We lost the cloak, Katie," said Remus in a quiet, dazed voice.

Now she gave Sirius with a very worried look, as she started to lead Remus back to the house. "He's in shock; Sirius, what happened?"

"Malfoy. He knew we'd be there; he captured us, cursed us…."

Katie looked utterly furious. "Snape…."

"No, it's not what it sounds like. We got what we needed, including the blood. Liz…." Sirius suddenly felt very light headed, and vaguely felt Liz grab his own arms.

"Katie?" She sounds worried….

"Yes," he heard Katie say from what seemed a long ways off, "he's in shock too. We need to get them in bed…." Then he passed out.

***

When Sirius woke up it he saw daylight. But it was the cold muted daylight of a snowy day. He turned to look out the window, and saw a heavy snow falling. I have no idea what day it is…. He tried to sit up, but found that his entire body still ached. He forced himself to sit up, however, but it took him a while to get upright. He could hear nothing but the crackling of the fireplace. He sat there, feeling shaky and a little out of breath, carefully thinking about nothing but the silent snow falling harmlessly outside the window.

Suddenly, the door to his room opened slightly, and Katie looked in. When she saw he was awake, she smiled and came in. Sirius was thrilled to see she had Malcolm with her, and managed to overcome his aches and pains enough to take him from her. Katie sat on the edge of the bed and said nothing for a while, just watching Sirius holding the baby. He's so alert now. Watches everything with those big brown eyes. No doubt he's Remus'; he already looks like he's thinking about everything. He smiled up at Katie and sighed.

"Thanks. This is a very nice thing to wake up to."

She smiled quietly and reached over to stroke Malcolm's forehead lightly. "Feeling better?"

"Much. But anything would be an improvement, I think. How's Remus?"

Katie looked at him sadly. "He's feeling better, but he won't tell me anything. He seems very withdrawn and has been having a hard time with Malcolm. Either he won't touch him or he can't let go of him. He's still weak; your trip down the mountainside smashed two of his ribs, broke his left arm, and gave him a mild concussion. That on top of the curses. But there's something else bothering him and…." She suddenly broke off, fighting back tears. "And I can't believe he won't tell me what it is." She managed to choke out.

"Katie, Malfoy did and said terrible things to Remus…."

"Said? What did he say?"

"All the things that Remus fears. He called him a monster, told him he was a thing with no business pretending to be a man, no business having a family. Taunting Remus with suggestions of what might happen when he lost control and let the wolf hurt you, and Malcolm…."

Katie shook her head, and started to cry quietly. "I knew it had to be something like that. Bastard." She was silent for a few moments, then continued, still focused on Malcolm and not meeting Sirius' eyes.

"I don't know what to say to him, Sirius. I never have on this; I can only tell him I love him, that…that I know he will never, ever hurt either of us. But sometimes he just doesn't listen to me, and there's nothing else I can say because I can't make this go away. I can't cure this…." She had to stop now, and Sirius reached out the arm that wasn't supporting Malcolm to pull her down onto his shoulder. She cried for a few minutes, but Sirius said nothing.

She's right; there is nothing to say to this. It will never go away, but Remus will get over it, like he has before. He knows in his heart that he's none of those things Malfoy said, but in his mind, it will always be his greatest nightmare.

"Katie?" he said finally, when she seemed to have quieted a bit, "you know, you know, that this will pass, that he just needs to work through it. We talked about this before, before you told him you loved him, before you married him, before Malcolm was born. When he gets overly emotionally strained, this is going to be his first pull back, because he never wants to hurt you. And right now, when he's like this that's all he can think about. I don't think he realises, honestly, that this is the only thing he'll ever really do to hurt you. That's what you need to work on. Probably for the rest of your life. You know that, I know you do."

Katie sat back and looked at him sadly, but she nodded. "I know. I just… sometimes… it's hard, you know? It's damn hard."

Sirius smiled at her softly. "But worth it, Katie-girl, yes?"

Katie smiled back warmly. "Oh, yes I'd have to say so. Here, you've had your visit with him," she said, standing up and reaching to take Malcolm. "We're going to go see daddy now, I think. He'll be awake again, don't you think, my little marauder?" she tickled the baby on his chin and he wiggled a bit. Sirius laughed quietly.

"I guess that name stuck, then?"

Katie grinned. "You may win that round, Mr. Black, but I will still have my say in his future behaviour, dangerous nicknames not withstanding." She turned to go when Sirius suddenly remembered something.

"Katie? Can I ask a question?"

"Yes?"

"What day is it, for goodness sake?"

Katie laughed. "Oh yes. You've been asleep for three days. You had a smashed hand and several rather nasty bumps and bruises yourself. Liz has been here most of the time, but she just ran downstairs to get something to eat, and I promised I come have a look in on my way back upstairs. And you'll stay in bed for a while yet if you know what's good for you."

"Surely I can risk taking a bath; I feel filthy."

"Okay. I'll send Liz in to help with that shall I?" she was laughing on her way out the door and raising an eyebrow at him.

"Off with you, woman. Shoo."

***

By the end of the week, Remus and Sirius were back on their feet, though still moving a little slower than usual. Katie pointed out to Liz that they should enjoy the rare calm while they had a chance. Sirius was very relieved to see that Remus just laughed at this, and gave her a deep kiss in response. He's back. Thank God.

Liz had left for a few days, to spend Christmas with her family. Sirius found himself wandering around the house, missing her terribly. Better get used to it. She can't stay here forever. Once this is over, we'll only get to spend a few days together here and there. But someday, someday we will be together. I know it.

He was sitting in his study, happily pondering the possibilities of what would happen with them once he was free, when Remus knocked and walked in with Malcolm.

"Padfoot? We seem to have forgotten something in all the excitement. Feel like taking a walk in the woods with us?"

Sirius looked quickly at the window, to see if the light snow had stopped. He heard Remus laugh, and turned back with a sheepish grin.

"It's still snowing but by some amazing stroke of luck, Katie and I still have not lost all of Malcolm's warm clothes. Now, get into your own warm clothes, and come help us with a tree."

Sirius stood up and took hold of Malcolm. He smiled at the baby, then gave Remus a sly grin. "I'm not sure an 8 week old is going to be much help with a tree, Moony."

"It's Malcolm's first Christmas. I always got to help dad with the tree, and so will he. Can never start too early, you know." He reclaimed Malcolm and turned to leave. "Hurry up, Padfoot. Harry, Ron and Hermione will be here in three days. We can't have the place looking so cold and informal, now can we? And what would Liz think?"

God help you, Malcolm, the first time you defy this father of yours. You just come running to me, and I'll show you how to give in gracefully.

As they were about to leave the house, an eagle owl swooped down and dropped a package on the doorstop, then flew away again without a sound. Sirius stepped forward and picked it up. It was addressed "Prof. Lupin"; it was very light, and he did not recognise the writing. Instinctively, he took a few steps out of the house and away from Remus and Malcolm, and opened the package.

It was the invisibility cloak.

Sirius held it up, feeling the look of astonishment on his face; he looked at Remus and saw an equally amazed expression. We've been rehearsing what to say to Harry for a week…

Sirius saw a note under the cloak, and opened it.

I was very tempted to keep this rather fascinating gift from my father. But I figure that returning this is probably the 'better' thing to do, is it not?

D.M.

Sirius carefully folded the cloak, and went to place it on the front hall table. Then he walked back outside and looked at Remus. Remus was standing on the front path, holding Malcolm close and staring at the falling snow.

"Remus?"

Remus turned to look at him with an unreadable expression.

"Let's do right by Malcolm and introduce him to the family traditions, shall we? Preferably before it gets dark and I turn into the fishwife that Katie knows lurks within me."

Remus smiled Sirius and they walked off into the woods.