Disclaimer: Harry Potter and co belong to J K Rowling. I don't own them, but I wish I did!
A/N: Hi everyone! I know I promised not to write two fics at once, but I really need to write something else other than that L/J! It's going to take me ages to complete that and this story will probably be but a mere pebble compared to the 'Behind This Mask.' I will prioritise my L/J moreover this fiction, as it will take a long time, so sorry if my update rate is slow!
Warnings: This story may contain some slash! Actually, it most probably will, so if you don't like it, don't read it. If you have a problem with slash and start flaming, I will start bitching, so you have been warned!
Feedback: Hell yeah! I'd appreciate that a lot! If you'd like to post this story (or any other of my stories for that matter) on your site, please IM or e-mail me first! Because I'd like to know where my stories go!
Spoilers: 'Prisoner of Azkaban.' So if you haven't read that book, don't read this story just yet! But if you don't care about spoilers, then be my guest and start reading! ^_^
This story is dedicated to Shishu, my little big sister.
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Trusting a Killer.
By Mithua.
Foolishness and ignorance can cover up what is so pure and true…
The news had spread around like wildfire. No one could believe what had happened. It was unbelievably overwhelming that the whole wizarding world was in an uproar. Flocks of owls flew by everywhere, blending in with the sky and making them appear as clouds, especially the white snowy owls. Hushed whispers would be shared between the witches, wizards, squibs and house elves alike. Even the foolhardy muggles had seen the curious behaviour of that of the magical world. You couldn't blame them. It wasn't everyday you'd see someone pop up from nowhere, clad in robes sigh merrily and shake your hand as if he (or she) had won millions. The magical community held feasts, met up in streets and chatted about the news, share rumours amongst themselves. Oh, what a joyous day it had turned out to be!
Or was it? For every positive side, a negative side would loom by.
And for some, the negative side seemed to plague them more than the positive. Especially for that of Remus Lupin. His world shattered that one day. He had been seated inside a Ministry Building with very traumatic questions being fired at him. The past few hours had shaken him of nearly all energy he had had and he really wasn't in the mood for being questioned by curious Ministry men. He had needed to go through the same events time after time, explaining to them. Did they not get it the first time? Did they not listen?
Reliving the past day was not something he wanted to relive…again.
James and Lily Potter, two of the greatest and best friends anyone could ever have, dead. Murdered. It was hard to believe but it was true. I couldn't believe that it had happened. It was impossible! How could they be dead? I laughed mirthlessly, what a cold, cruel world it was. How miserable things could get. I had heard from other wizards and witches about the incident, about his closest friends. About their wonderful son, Harry Potter. Who had defeated the Dark Lord. I doubt he actually defeated him, banished him maybe, but not defeated him. But he probably will have the power to beat him.
I had sought solace in a busy muggle street, it was usually very rare to meet up with folk from the magical world in muggle parts of London. But I wasn't so lucky this day. Because I ran into one of my oldest friends, who seemed positively livid about the incident. Sirius Black.
We stopped dead in our tracks when we saw each other. He had definitely changed since I last saw him. He had an angered expression on his face, but his gaze had softened when he had seen me. His duty had seemed to have caused him lack of sleep, shadows were seen under those sparkling blue eyes which use to shine mischievously, now they seemed to seek revenge. His shabby clothes indicated that he had lost a lot of weight over the past few days. He had been wearing the same things when I last saw him, and they had fit him perfectly then, but they hung loosely to him now. His long shaggy mane of black was set over his face and his * fringe hung over his eyes. It was usually tied back in a messy ponytail but now it flowed freely. We simply stood there staring at each other.
My face soon hardened to one look of anger. HE had been James and Lily's secret keeper, HE was Harry's godfather, and it was HE who had sold the Potter's to the Dark Lord. The arrogant bastard. My brain kept telling me that Sirius was now a criminal, a killer, and murderer. But my heart refused to believe it. He was also my best friend, more that my best friend really. I had then noticed that his angered look turned into one of a sad and lost being. His lip trembled and his eyes glistened with unshed tears.
"You believe them, don't you?" he asked in a whisper. I nearly didn't catch it.
"I don't know who to believe nowadays." I replied coldly. He flinched at my remark. He slowly walked up to me and grabbed my hand. I didn't back away, but I was tensed.
"I need you to trust me." Was all Sirius Black said and with that he dragged me down the street. He then broke into a run, still clutching my hand. I noticed a tiny mass of blonde hair running away from us.
"That rat isn't going to get away this time." I heard Sirius mutter. I was purely confused at all of this but then again, I was always confused around Sirius. I then noticed something. Sirius was muttering something under his breath and our where his hand held onto mine, a slight silver shine ran through it. I felt a warm feeling go through my body, but I said nothing of it.
Soon enough, we reached the running blonde who just so happened to be Peter Pettigrew, my slightly annoying friend through Hogwarts. He gave a startled yelp when he saw Sirius but his eyes grew to the size of saucers when he saw me.
"Remus! You're with this…this scum! The murderer of our best friends! Run away Remus! Before he kills you too! He's betrayed us and doesn't deserve our trust!" Peter nearly screamed. Sirius was furious and grabbed Peter by the neck of his robes and slammed him against a wall.
"How dare you! You ignorant bastard!" Sirius yelled. In his anger he seemed to have forgotten about me standing behind him. I was shocked beyond all beliefs. Why was Sirius so angry at Peter? When it was Peter who should be so angry at Sirius? What was I doing? I was supposed to be vexed towards Sirius! It was then I noticed then moth grab for their wands.
"No! Don't!" I yelled but then all that was heard next was an incoherent cry from both of them and…the explosion.
Screams filled the air around me. It shattered my eardrums more than the explosion had. Once the smoke had cleared away, I was choked and felt so sick with what I saw. In front of me Sirius was on his knees looking down at the ground. The look in his eyes was empty. And in front of him, all I was the mess of blood-soaked robes. Around me, I saw the tomb of the muggles. Bodies lay scattered everywhere, many injured and many also horribly dead. I check myself and noticed that I had come out unscathed. No scratches, no blood, no nothing, when I should've died along with Sirius.
I looked back down at Sirius and saw his shoulder's shaking in silent laughter. I looked on in horror as his eyes were covered with a menacing and maniacal look to them. A crescendo could be heard as his laughter got louder. It was horrible. I was afraid to approach him.
He truly was a killer.
After some time, Ministry wizards arrived and they firstly helped the muggle ambulances. Others used charms to convince them that the explosion was in fact a gas explosion and not a powerful dark magic curse. The Ministry members approached Black with caution but the laughing Black went with them, bawling his head off with maniacal and evil laughter.
After the incident, I went with a witch for questioning on the situation, and here I am now.
Thirteen muggles died that day. Sirius Black was charged with manslaughter and a lifetime sentence in the Azkaban Fortress. And Remus Lupin…well, he went off to seek solitude. These memories haunted him, and the fact that he was also a werewolf didn't help. He went off to the Isle of Iona and stayed on that remote island.
It would be 11 ½ years later, that he would once again be traumatized by Sirius Black.
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A/N: Well, there's the first chapter! I hope you liked it! If you have any queries and questions leave them in your review and I will answer them next time! I'll just clear one up right now; the Isle of Iona is a real place. Not made up! I've been there, it's a remote island in Scotland and it takes about 7 hours max to walk around the island! It's a beautiful place! And I though Remus might like it there. Even though it's no place for a werewolf seeing as he's a vicious creature as a werewolf. But I'll explain everything later! Ok? Oh! And please review! I'D be real happy!
* Fringe: Is the British word for Bangs!