Remus and Callisto made their way to Flourish and Blotts, keeping their hoods up and their cloaks drawn as they moved through the crowd, stepping into the book store. Remus went right to the front counter. "I need a book on dream reading." He hoped Stadey hadn't been lying. The shopkeeper went behind the counter and pulled out a thick leather folder and handed it to Remus with a smile.
"Good luck, to the both of you," He whispered, winking at the pair, a twinkle in his eyes. Remus breathed with relief. It seemed not everyone was against him.
"Thank you,' he replied. "Do me a favor, would you, and mail this letter. I can pay you-"
"Not a problem at all, Sir,' he replied, taking the letter from Callisto. He tied it to his own owl right away and sent it. "Now you'd best get out of here, before someone else notes you." Nodding they left, returning to the Leaky Culdron for a breif rest.
"He's helping us?" Callisto inquired.
"Not everyone in this world is bad, Listo,' Remus explained. "Sone people can be great friends, even when it is least expected. My guess is that Dumbledore played some role in keeping everyone from thinking I'm coldblooded. Now, please, can you tell me what this plan of your is?"
"Well, in my letter I told the ministry that you planned on surrendering yourself, but only on the condition that my father was present, which he would be anyways, in front of the Leaky Culdron noon tomorrow."
"Why would you do that?!" Remus gasped.
"To get the ministry and my father together," Callisto stated simply. "That way we can expose them. Mr. Lupin, I'm tired of running, I want to stop. These things keep hurting me, more and more. If we don't stop him now..."
"Its okay, I understand," Remus assured her. "Let me take a look at this file and see if it will help any, and I'll get something for you to eat." While Callisto munched away at a bowl of soup and some crackers Remus looked over the files. Most of the papers were charts and scans, on how she'd reacted to certain energies, passed and failed certain tests. It sent shivers down his spine, just reading what she'd gone through.
"Can they help?" Callisto asked through her soup.
"I think so. If we can get them to listen long enough to take a look."
"I'll tell them. I'll show them too. That way my dad goes to jail...and then he cant hurt anyone anymore."
"We'll stop him, Callisto. We will."
"Good luck, to the both of you," He whispered, winking at the pair, a twinkle in his eyes. Remus breathed with relief. It seemed not everyone was against him.
"Thank you,' he replied. "Do me a favor, would you, and mail this letter. I can pay you-"
"Not a problem at all, Sir,' he replied, taking the letter from Callisto. He tied it to his own owl right away and sent it. "Now you'd best get out of here, before someone else notes you." Nodding they left, returning to the Leaky Culdron for a breif rest.
"He's helping us?" Callisto inquired.
"Not everyone in this world is bad, Listo,' Remus explained. "Sone people can be great friends, even when it is least expected. My guess is that Dumbledore played some role in keeping everyone from thinking I'm coldblooded. Now, please, can you tell me what this plan of your is?"
"Well, in my letter I told the ministry that you planned on surrendering yourself, but only on the condition that my father was present, which he would be anyways, in front of the Leaky Culdron noon tomorrow."
"Why would you do that?!" Remus gasped.
"To get the ministry and my father together," Callisto stated simply. "That way we can expose them. Mr. Lupin, I'm tired of running, I want to stop. These things keep hurting me, more and more. If we don't stop him now..."
"Its okay, I understand," Remus assured her. "Let me take a look at this file and see if it will help any, and I'll get something for you to eat." While Callisto munched away at a bowl of soup and some crackers Remus looked over the files. Most of the papers were charts and scans, on how she'd reacted to certain energies, passed and failed certain tests. It sent shivers down his spine, just reading what she'd gone through.
"Can they help?" Callisto asked through her soup.
"I think so. If we can get them to listen long enough to take a look."
"I'll tell them. I'll show them too. That way my dad goes to jail...and then he cant hurt anyone anymore."
"We'll stop him, Callisto. We will."