Prologue

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Two months ago, Sirius Black had been murdered. Two months ago, a fifteen year old godson and his godfather's best friend witnessed the murder. Two months ago, Harry Potter and Remus Lupin were happy.

Albus Dumbledore shook his head sadly as he gazed out of his office window. A shrill scream snapped him back to reality.

''ALBUS!''

Racing quickly down his stairs, he was greeted by a near fainting Minerva McGonagall.

''Dear god, what is it, Minerva?''

Shaking, she handed him a letter.

~~Mr. Albus Dumbledore,

We regret to inform you that Cornelius Fudge and~~

Albus couldn't read the rest.

''Who else was killed, Minerva?'' Albus asked heavily.

''Oh, Albus,'' Minerva whispered tragically, slumped against the wall. ''Remus is dead.''

Albus felt his chest heave and looked at the pitiful state Minerva was in.

''When did this happen?''

''A minute ago,'' Minerva sniffed.

''He will not be the last,'' Albus said, although he was thinking something different:

Two minutes ago, Remus Lupin had been alive.