I am VERY sorry, but this chapter WILL BE SHORT, it is just a 'get things moving' chapter.

Chapter 5

Unacceptable, Madness, and Werewolves, Oh My!

Silence could be a blessing as well as a curse. It could kill innocent men, and allow the guilty to walk free. Silence, at times, has it's own power; hiding things in it's lonely depths.  The silence that filled an abandoned room known to only a total of six people, seemed just as powerful. The tormented man within its embrace could have screamed his cries till his throat grew hoarse and not a single word could have been heard.

But, not even silence is all-powerful, and eventually had to yield to the power that is sound. Its power over the room broken, the man within could heard the door at the far end creak slightly followed shortly by the sound of footsteps, which came closer till they stopped right beside him. He did not move, even the other person sat beside him, just like he had all those years ago.

The man might have laughed if this were any other situation, any other person's experience, and if he could, have told that person they should rejoice in the fact that someone so important to them had been returned to them, not sulking in some damp, and dingy room. But this wasn't some other situation, some other person's experience, this was this situation, his experience, and he was sulking in some damp, dingy room instead of rejoicing the fact his friend, his best friend, was alive and sitting beside him.

"Sirius?" The voice startled him, but he gave no outward appearances of it. A sigh followed when no response was given in return. Silence followed, only to broken once again, when the same voice said, "I'm sorry, Sirius, for all the trouble I caused you."

Sirius stirred at this to look at James, the speaker with wide surprised eyes. James blamed himself for... everything? But that couldn't be right... If anything he should be apologizing to him; not the other way around! Unfortunately none of these thoughts made it to his mouth, instead this came out:

"Idiot."

James blinked, then frowned. "Sirius..."

Sirius not only stirred this time, but actually uncurled from the ball he'd been sitting in, and put his face up in front of James. "A friend told me once, never blame yourself when the blame isn't yours to take. I should think you should consider it, since it was you, if you are indeed who you say you are, who said it." The escaped convict pulled away, snorting mentally at himself. Oh, that was polite. Well, what did you expect? It wasn't as if he'd had a lot of time to work on skills he never had in the first place...

The be speckled man starred at him, his mouth not quite hanging open, but it seriously close. Was this really Sirius? The same person he had seen, in his own memory, just two weeks ago. /Of course he's not, it's been fourteen years! And he spent twelve of them in Azkaban. A voice chided him from the back of his mind. No, this wasn't the same Sirius Black he had known. He had changed, everyone had changed, Harry was nearly grown up, Sirius had lost almost all of his former glory, and everything was different.

James sighed softly, and rose. He began to walk to the door, and when he realized his friend wasn't about to stop him from leaving, he paused in the doorway and whispered, "I don't know you've gone though, but I wish you'd atleast give me a chance." Sirius tensed. He opened he mouth and turned to say something, but James was gone; again.

Severus Snape stormed down one of Hogwarts' many hallways in a very foul mood. Coming back to school for the first time and discovering- more like nearly being blinded by- your classroom was bright pink, yellow, and orange with purple spots was not a good way to start a school year.

Stomping down one particular hallway that lead to the Headmaster's Office in quite a fury, a man sulked past him with a "Hello, Snappy," and kept on walking. Snape took perhaps two more steps before he realized what just happened. A man that looked just like James Potter had wad walked past him and called him 'Snappy'. Nobody called him Snappy except the marauders. Snape spun around, fully expecting to see the poltergeist of James Potter. All he saw was an empty hallway.

Snape brought a hand to his face and dragged it down it. Ok, he was loosing it. He was starting to see dead, rivals walking down the hallways. He'd have to stop by the Hospital Wing to see if Madam Pomfrey could help him later...

(A/N: This scene jumps several days ahead.)

Remus whimpered quietly and tugged weakly at his bonds. A masked man stood over him. "Broken already, werewolf?" He jeered and kicked him, jarring his broken and bruised ribs. It took everything left of Remus' tattered self not to scream.

The man grunted, this was growing tiresome; his master wanted him to break the pathetic man before him and told him, in nearly as many words, that if he killed the werewolf, he'd be dead along with him. Well, that ruled the fun part! Why'd he always get the jobs where the best part was off limits?

"Get up, filth," He sneered, releasing his prisoner's bonds, "I still have another hour to deal with you before I'm allowed to leave."

And the pain began all over again.

Harry wondered where he was. This wasn't the Gryffindor Dorm- in fact, it wasn't even Hogwarts! Then where was--

"Is everything ready?"

Harry choked on a gasp as his scar burned, and he knew, even before he turned around, who it was. Voldemort.

A crouched person shifted nervously and Harry saw him nod fervently. The snake-like creature- for he refused to call him a man- eyed the person. "Good, see to it that while I'm gone our guest is properly dealt with. I feel he's close to breaking. Now, leave! You return when it is time." The last sentence contained a no-where-near hidden threat and the man was nodding and out of the door before either Dark Lord or the viewer could blink.

Harry looked around franticly. Ok, he was past the moment, why wasn't he waking up? This was all a dream, right? Please say right. He swallowed and tried not to panic.

Movement alerted him that Voldemort was leaving the room.  Harry wondered if he was crazy enough to follow. I mean, what sane person would follow Voldemort anywhere?

Maybe you can find out more about his plan. whispered a voice in the back of his head. Or who the 'guest' is. Harry silently groaned. Sometimes he hated these moments.

The Dark Lord, unknowingly, lead him down several hallways, before coming to a stone wall with a green snake beautifully painted on it. Harry might have wanted to look at it longer, but the... creature hissed, "Aperī." The wall seemed to fall away, and Voldemort stepped through. Harry hesitated for a moment, and then was forced to go thru when the wall started coming back up.

On the other side of the damp, stone steps leading downward. Moss seen here and there, left the boy-who-lived to believe that this place hadn't been occupied for a long time before the other had opened it and began using it.

Once they reached it, and it was a rather long way down, it was discovered the bottom was no better, it could easily be called worse. There were rats' and little lizards' bones everywhere; there was hardly even a place on the floor they didn't cover. There was only a path cleared. Dripping could also be heard, and he could have sworn he saw a something moving around off to his right.

Voldemort approached a man, who stood and bowed. "My Lord." The master nodded, not giving him a second look favoring the pile of rags in a the middle of the prison cell his attention. "Bring in the girl and throw her in there. The moon has nearly risen." The man bowed and left, walking right past Harry, who had hidden himself in a corner. Voldemort hadn't turned from the cell.

"Get up," he hissed.

The pile moved and a pale faced, brown haired head popped out. Harry nearly screamed in horror when he recognized it as Remus Lupin. No... Not Professor Lupin too! Something was screaming in the back of his mind for him to do something, but all he could do was watch.

Voldemort gave him a cruel smile. "Enjoying our accommodations?" Remus' weak glare was enough of an answer for both. "Oh, no words? When you were brought in and they dragged you out, you gave an ear-full." Again Remus only glared. He wouldn't give his captor the pleasure of a response.

The other seemed little effected, his smile telling of horrible things to come. He continued, "It matter's little... Tell me, do you know what tonight is, Remus Lupin." Confusion pulled the werewolf's eyebrows together, before a damned sort of dawning followed it. "The full moon..."

The door opened a few feet up, and Harry heard the terrified cries of a young child. His mind finally caught onto what Voldemort planned on doing. From Remus' horrified, wide eyes he to understood. The Dark Lord turned when the scuffling and cries reached the bottom. The man from before was dragging a small girl with little blond curls, tears in her scared blue eyes, and wearing a cute blue dress with butterflies on it. She starred up at the thing before her and trembled.

Voldemort approached her, kneeling in front of her, and raised her face to look at him. "Hello, child. May I know your name?" His tone was a parody of gentleness, giving the child an almost security. She seemed unsure what to do, then answered, "Mary." "Well, Mary, do you see that poor man in there?" She nodded. Voldemort took her hand and lead her to the cell opening it with a wave of his wand. "I want you to window for him, please?" She looked happy to help the  'poor' man, and she ran into the cell.

She opened a bared window's curtain and a pale white light bathed the room. "Like that, Mr.?" She turned and gasped. Right in front of her was a huge wolf creature, like the ones in the fairy tales her parents told her before she went to bed. The creature leaped and she screamed.

Harry turned away, wondering briefly if it were possible to throw up in your dreams. He winced and cringed every time the girl cried out and whimpered till it was cut off. It didn't take looking to tell she was dead. He shuddered and tried not to be sick.

Unfortunately his gagging attracted some very unwanted attention, and Voldemort turned from where he was clearly enjoying the show to stare in somewhat surprise at him. "Harry Potter?" Harry choked. Oh shit, he'd been seen! Voldemort was approaching him and was going to capture him and torture and kill him and why couldn't he wake up??

Suddenly, someone faraway yelled, "ENNERVATE!" and Harry jerked awake. He was back! He was back in Hogwarts! He looked quickly out the window; he could the full moon in full view. It looked so innocent of the acts it had just forced a man to do.

"Harry? Harry, speak to me!" It occurred to him that someone was talking to him. When he looked at the people around him, he saw James, Hermione, and even Dumbledore, who was at the door, looking at him in concern. James had been the one specking to him. "Dad?" His father looked ready to faint in relief when his son finally.

James asked concerned, "Are you alright? You looked like you were having a nightmare, but you wouldn't wake up..." He trailed off for fear he might become even more up set.

"You had another one of those dreams, didn't you, Harry?" That had been Dumbledore. Harry nodded. "Would you like to tell us, perhaps just one of us." Harry nodded again, and whispered, "Please, just you sir, and maybe Sirius too." It took a lot to ignore the confused and hurt look on James' face. His friends understood though, nodding and leaving. James didn't move.

"James, I think it best you leave, we will explain everything to you after--" But James interrupted.

"No! I want to know what is going on. Why wouldn't he wake up? And what are these dreams my son are having?" James put extra emphasis on the word "my", as if to remind them that Harry was his son, and he was entitled to know what was going on.

Dumbledore was stern, yet understanding. He knew how must feel. James had missed out on so much of Harry's life, and he wanted to know if something was endangering his son. But it would talk too much time to explain, and they needed to know what Harry witnessed now. Dumbledore opened his mouth, perhaps to reason with James, but Sirius beat him, saying; "I'll take him outside, Professor. Come on." Sirius looked almost hatefully at James, and literally dragged him out. Dumbledore watched, his sigh held in check.

Once sure they were gone, the headmaster turned back to the boy on the bed, who was looking anywhere but at him. "Harry? When your ready."

Harry nodded. He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to breath, and then threw all to hell, and blurted: "Voldemort has Professor Lupin and he forced him to kill a little girl!" He looked at Dumbledore and prayed he knew what to do, because he was completely lost.

To Be Continued...

Yes, I stopped it there, because there wasn't anything else I can do with this chapter.

My computer is on the fritz again, and since we're poor you'll have to bear with me on these things.

I have no real excuses for why I haven't updated outside of I'm lazy and I lost interest in this series. But I'm back and kickin'. I won't have the next part up for a little while, trying to debate if I should bring three new characters in, bringing in an old- er young?- character and manipulating another into something I can get my sequel moving with. (Yes I already know half the plot of the sixth year, so don't worry, if you can stand this, you can stand it.)

I'm also manning another two stories people are demanding more for so....

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I'd really have written a responce but I have like two more minutes on and I don't have time! (Yami-san: That's the same excuse you used in your other story and I still say it's cold.) Well you try typing with an old man on your back nearly 24/7! (Yami-san: rolls eyes Yah right, just go update.) Humph!