Sirius Black was becoming very irritable.
It had been more than six weeks since Dumbledore had sent him to collect the old crowd. He had tracked nearly all of them down, those that were still alive, and alerted them to the reassembling of the Order of the Phoenix. Most had taken only a few days to find. They were connected to the Floo network, listed on membership registers, regulars at the Leaky Cauldron. They still had friends and family in the places they had lived twenty years ago from whom one could acquire a forwarding address.
They had roots.
He had found them, all but one, in the first two weeks of his mission. He had spent the remaining four looking for Remus Lupin.
What little patience Sirius had to begin with was beginning to wear thin.
"Lie low at Lupin's place," Dumbledore had told him.
And where exactly would that be, he wondered bitterly.
Remus was always on the move, and an expert at remaining anonymous. He wasn't picky about where he slept, nor could he afford to be. It was run down apartments and cheap motels when he was doing well, abandoned buildings and camping in the woods when he wasn't.
Never staying in one town, or even in one country, for more than a few months at a time and rarely giving out his name. Just another drifter through another place already chock full of them. Remus was nearly impossible to find.
Nearly.
There was one blatant tear in his veil of anonymity.
Remus just wasn't the kind of person that could leave well enough alone. Whenever he saw an injustice being done, an innocent being harmed, he had to step in and put a stop to it. Mostly he defended people against the Dark Arts, as was his specialty. This meant he killed a lot of demons, which meant many of said demons' coteries were out to kill him.
When Remus came to town there was usually a major drop in demon population, followed by a rise in demonic activity. Remus, then realizing he had overstayed his welcome, would skip out in the middle of the night. Barring any unforeseen challenges, that is.
Sirius had recognized the need to gather information from alternate sources early on in the search. This led to a rather interesting discovery. On the vampire circuit there were rumors of a man that killed the undead, said to have the strength of a demon and the skill of the vampire hunters of old. This mysterious stranger was currently supposed to be in a tiny Hungarian village, where eight days ago, on the full moon, there was an unconfirmed werewolf sighting.
Since uncovering this lead Sirius had been making his way to the place in question, but rather slowly as he couldn't risk flying his motorbike and was currently earthbound.
Even so, if all went well he could be there by sunset this very night.