Chapter Five: One Guilty Death Eater
The three of them walked through the dark forest. It was nearly midnight.
"There they are!" cried Wormtail. "The Dementors." he gave a shudder. "Those things creep me out."
"Shut up!" cried Sirius and Remus together. Little Harry turned in his blankets.
"Peter, if you're afraid, then you can stay here, and we'll tell Voldemort." Remus said.
"NO! He might kill me!" Wormtail whimpered. "Alright! I'll come!"
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An hour later, they apparated back to the dungeon. Voldemort was waiting there.
"Well?" he hissed. "What did you do with the beast?"
"We sold him to the Dementors, my Lord," said Sirius.
"Good, good." He smiled. "Oh, Remus, I promised you your reward." He thought and then raised his wand.
Remus looked scared.
"You have been a good Death Eater, Remus. But I have one, one that is a traitor. One has been helping the good side. You can't ever lie to Voldemort, or keep things from him, for he always knows." He smiled. "Guess who that one is, Remus."
He looked pale, then muttered something inaudible.
"Speak up, Remus, the others can't hear you," Voldemort taunted.
Voldemort waited, then said, "Well, I guess I'll have to tell them myself." He paused for a dramatic effect. "It is Remus Lupin, the Death Eater who is passing information to the good side. So, don't you all think he deserves some sort of punishment?"
Every Death Eater in the room nodded.
"So why wait?" cried Voldemort, plunged his hand into his robes, and cried "Avada Kedavra!" at Remus.
Remus fell dead to the stone floor.
"Wormtail, Sirius, go take these bodies and bury them. Then come back here." Voldemort ordered.
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