"Aww, how's my little buddy?"

Remus spun around on his heel. "What the hell?"

"Hey, what's the matter, man, no need to be so uptight, just unwiiiiiiiind, man."

"Are you drunk?" Remus stared at his brother as he swung his arm across his shoulder.

"No, just messing with your mind. A Hahaha!"

"Yeah, whatever, come on, we're gonna be late. You are coming, aren't you?" he glared at his brother. There was no way the guy wasn't drunk. Or high. Or clincially insane. Hmm, perhaps all of the above.

"Sure, I'm coming to you're gay-ass meeting. But if I get bored I'm leaving."

"You can't just leave in the middle. Get up and walk out while somebody's talking? That's just not right."

"I can do whatever the hell I want, kid. Who are you to stop me?"

Remus sighed and jumped on his broom, his brothering following suit. In a moment, they were both sweeping across the night sky on their way to Hogwarts.

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Peter and Sirius pulled up in front of the main gate, the engine of the bike growling and grinding to a halt. They were let in immeddiatley by a house-elf, who frantically scurried ahead of them, eager to fuffil his duty of host.

"Here, sirs, same place as before, I show you the way!"

Dumbledore greeted them at the door to the dungeon, and they took their seats around the meeting table.

"Interesting garb, Black. Pink isn't really your colour, though. Perhaps next time you should look at the powder blue."

Sirius looked down to see that he was still wearing his pajamas. "Shit," he muttered. He glared at the speaker, " I'm sure they'd look great on you, though, Fletch." he grinned abashedly.

A rugged faced man of about thirty grinned back. Mundungus Fletcher, a native to Australia, had moved to Hogsmeade only four years ago, but his reputation porceeded him. A fearless dueler, but always evading the law. The offenses were minor, of course, but he still managed to give the minstry a run for its money.

When everyone had arrived, the meeting commenced. "Now," Dumbledore began, "I'd really like to get started right away, but first let me welcome two new members to our group, Lily Evans." Lily smiled and waved politely to everyone. "And Romulus Lupin," Albus finished. Romulus neither waved nor smiled but sat there, his face set and grim, daring anyone to look at him the wrong way.

Dumbledore continued, "Now, you are all probably wondering why I called this meeting so early. I should've made it yesterday, but I had no idea it would happen so fast. The Death-Eaters are on the move; and, as one of my spies informed me only this morning, they are heading staedily north. Do you know what that means?"

"Scotland?" suggested James.

"Yes, but more importantly--"

"Giants." Everyone turned to stare at Mundungus Fletcher. He looked at Dumbledore, who nodded.

"Yes, giants, and a great many of them too, if I am to understand my sources correctly. They are sure to join Voldemort the first chance they get; no amount of persuasion will sway them to our cause. He will make them promises that he will not keep, but it will not matter; by the time they realize that he will have more power than even they can stand up against. The ministry knows of this, but they don't know that it is coming so soon."

"How soon is that?" asked Lily.

"Tonight. That is why we must act quickly. We need a plan of action. Any suggestions?"

"Block the passage into the mountains so Voldemort can't rondezvous with the giants."

"That won't work, he can have it cleared in an instant," Fletcher replied.

"Bewitch the giants to kill the Death-Eaters."

"Difficult to manuever and highly unlikely to work anyways," Mundungus rejected that idea as well.

"Kill the giants. Or the Death-Eaters. Or both."

"That's all we can do," Fletcher told them. "Yes, I know, we should try and 'keep the peace' we should try to solve this with as 'little bloodshed as possible'. But that sort of thing doesn't work with creatures that don't know the meaning of peace.

Now, has anyone ever killed a giant before?"

They all shook theire heads.

"That's because it is nearly impossible to kill them. Down in Australia we had to fight a few. Aren't many there, though. You must strike at the heel, the Achilles tendon. That's the only way. And if you miss, they step on you and you're killed instantly."

"We'll have much better luck trying to kill the Death-Eaters; they're only human, afterall. Let's just hope the Dark Lord himself doesn't make an appearance."

"The Dark Lord? Won't he be there?" asked Remus, puzzled.

"Voldemort isn't that foolish. Why should he do his own dirty work when he has plenty of henchmen to do it for him. What if the giants suddenly turn violent? No, he'll be smart enough to stay behind." answered Sirius.

"Right," Dumbledore nodded, "We must meet back here tonight at ten. We'll plan most of our attack when we get there and see how many we are up against.

"I tried already to get help from the Ministry, but they refuse to make any moves until they have proof of Voldemort's advancements. Which is quite bad news for us, I'm afraid, we're, well, to put it bluntyl, we're--"

"In deep shit," Romulus finished his sentence for him.

Dumbledore looked him in the eye with his peircing blue gaze, "Well, not exactly how I would have worded it, but, yes, that's precisely it."

"I'll see you all back here tonight then. Try to get some rest, you'll need it." he smiled slightly, but one could see the worriment behind his grin.

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"Master, I've found one."

"You have? Good, well done, Wolf."

The man winced. His master had a name for everyone, but the way he said them, sounded deurogatory. And it probably was meant to. The Dark Lord thought everyone was merely dirt under his feet.

"Tell me about him, is he quite evil?"

"No, but he may be easily led astray. He listens to everyone else, is overshadowed by their virtue. Obliterated by their radiance."

"You have a way with words. Bu tell me, what shall I call him when I come for him?"

"His name, uh, well."

"Not his name. Your name is not Wolf, but it is what I called you when I came for you. What do they call him? His friends?"

"I am thinking, I have heard it but a few times."

"Think faster," Voldemort hissed.

"Ah, yes, they call him Wormtail."

"Wormtail. It is a good name. Follow me when I come for you Wormtail, follow me, as they all do."


A/N PLEASE FORGIVE ME I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN SO LONG. I LOVE THIS STORY AND I PROMISE YOU IT WILL BE SO COOL. BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO BE PATIENT. IT WILL BE AT LEAST 30 CHAPTERS. SINCE IT WILL BE THE SUMMER SOON I WILL HAVE MORE TIME TO WRITE. THANKS SO MUCH FOR STICKING WITH IT EVEN THOUGH THE UPDATES HAVE BEEN FEW AND FAR BETWEEN. IN ADDITION TO EXAMS I HAVE HAD **DARES TO SAY DREADED WORD*** writer's block! I'M VERY SORRY. PLEASE KEEP READING, THOUGH. I KEEP WRITING WHETHER YOU REVIEW OR NOT. HEHEHE!

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