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Chapter 3 – Grave News
An owl flew into Remus' kitchen as he sat eating his Dinner. He removed the letter form its leg and it flew away. He looked at the front of the envelope recognizing the hand writing he threw it into a basket with more letters. There must have been almost 300 of them all unopened and overflowing form the basket. Since the wedding Rebekah had continued to send him owls never receiving a reply she continued to send them.
It had been a few years and Remus still had not coped with the fact that the only woman he had ever loved was married to another man. Times were worse. Voldemort had now developed a strong following and word had it that he was after one of Remus' best friends. James, his wife Lily, and their son Harry had been forced to go into hiding just the night before.
Remus had tried to go about things as usual but the air had an anxious atmosphere that worried him. He went into the parlor and took a book out of one of his expansive bookcases. He thought that maybe reading a book would take his mind off of everything. He sat in his favourite chair and cracked the book open and began reading.
The night wore on and he had grown weary of reading and with a frustrated groan he slammed the book closed and stood. He began pacing around the room tossing the book on a desk that sat in the corner. Worrying about his friends well being had completely taken over his mind. He glanced up at the clock "Only One O'clock." he groaned running a hand through his light brown hair.
He knew he would not be able to sleep if he tried to so he continued to try and find little things to occupy his time. It was Five O'clock before he had fallen asleep sitting upright in his chair and dusk was falling when he had awoken once again. Stretching his sore body he rose from the chair he had slept very uncomfortably in. He walked into the kitchen and began making himself some tea. As he tapped the tea kettle twice steam shot out of the spout with a whistle almost drowning out the sound of someone knock on the front door.
Remus put the kettle down and walked through the parlor to the front door. He let out a small gasp when he saw who it was. "Professor Dumbledore, please come in." he stepped back to allow Dumbledore room to enter. Dumbledore walked through the doorway his eyes that remained behind his half moon spectacles full of serious concern. "I was just making some tea can I interest you in a cup?" he asked trying to cope with his own thoughts of why Dumbledore was making this visit.
"That will be fine Remus." Dumbledore said and followed Remus into the kitchen. He took a seat at the table and Remus placed a cup of hot tea in front of him. "Remus, I suggest you take a seat." He said gesturing at the chair across from himself. It pulled itself out as he gestured. Remus closed his eyes and sat down preparing himself for the worst. "I take from your disposition that you have not been informed yet. It saddens me to have to tell you what I am about to but I am also glad that you have not read it in the Daily Prophet or heard it from some outside source."
Remus already knew what Dumbledore was going to say. His head filled with horrible images and he forced his eyes open to try and forget them. "Last night Voldemort found where James and Lily were hiding." Dumbledore continued his tone grave. "I do have to tell you that they did not make it through the encounter. There was one survivor however. Young Harry is alive and well I have made sure he will be in a place where no one can harm him."
Remus looked at Dumbledore with a confused expression on his face. "How is it that Harry survived an attack by Voldemort?" he didn't understand how a child of no more than a year old could have made it through alive.
"Voldemort's power failed when he tried to attack Harry. Voldemort has been defeated by the love Harry's mother and father had for him. But Remus there is more. Sirius Black was in leagues with Voldemort." Remus gasped at the news of his once best friend's betrayal of his other friend. "He was James and Lily's Secret-Keeper and he told Voldemort where they were." Remus put his hand to his head in a gesture of stress.
Remus could not believe what had happened and when Dumbledore continued he painfully listened. "That is not all. Earlier today Peter Pettigrew found Sirius in the middle of a Muggle street. He confronted Sirius who attacked Peter killing him and twelve innocent Muggles. The Ministry has apprehended him and most likely he will be sent to Azkaban. I do apologize for all that has happened Remus but I felt I had to be the one to tell you." he tried to comfort Remus but nothing Dumbledore said was going to help Remus get his Three best friends back.
"I just want to be alone with this right now." he said curtly to Dumbledore who didn't say a word back but got up and left. Remus didn't really want to be alone but who could he go to who could help him. There was no one he could go to. His friends were gone. For the first time in his life they would never be there for him ever again. Not knowing where he was going he threw on his traveling cloak and left his house.
The trip was a blur he didn't know whether he was coming or going and his head was swimming with all the information he had so recently received. Only when he had found himself knocking on a door did he halfway come to his senses. He had never been to this house before but somehow he knew where he was. When the door flung open he knew where he had wandered to.
Chapter 3 – Grave News
An owl flew into Remus' kitchen as he sat eating his Dinner. He removed the letter form its leg and it flew away. He looked at the front of the envelope recognizing the hand writing he threw it into a basket with more letters. There must have been almost 300 of them all unopened and overflowing form the basket. Since the wedding Rebekah had continued to send him owls never receiving a reply she continued to send them.
It had been a few years and Remus still had not coped with the fact that the only woman he had ever loved was married to another man. Times were worse. Voldemort had now developed a strong following and word had it that he was after one of Remus' best friends. James, his wife Lily, and their son Harry had been forced to go into hiding just the night before.
Remus had tried to go about things as usual but the air had an anxious atmosphere that worried him. He went into the parlor and took a book out of one of his expansive bookcases. He thought that maybe reading a book would take his mind off of everything. He sat in his favourite chair and cracked the book open and began reading.
The night wore on and he had grown weary of reading and with a frustrated groan he slammed the book closed and stood. He began pacing around the room tossing the book on a desk that sat in the corner. Worrying about his friends well being had completely taken over his mind. He glanced up at the clock "Only One O'clock." he groaned running a hand through his light brown hair.
He knew he would not be able to sleep if he tried to so he continued to try and find little things to occupy his time. It was Five O'clock before he had fallen asleep sitting upright in his chair and dusk was falling when he had awoken once again. Stretching his sore body he rose from the chair he had slept very uncomfortably in. He walked into the kitchen and began making himself some tea. As he tapped the tea kettle twice steam shot out of the spout with a whistle almost drowning out the sound of someone knock on the front door.
Remus put the kettle down and walked through the parlor to the front door. He let out a small gasp when he saw who it was. "Professor Dumbledore, please come in." he stepped back to allow Dumbledore room to enter. Dumbledore walked through the doorway his eyes that remained behind his half moon spectacles full of serious concern. "I was just making some tea can I interest you in a cup?" he asked trying to cope with his own thoughts of why Dumbledore was making this visit.
"That will be fine Remus." Dumbledore said and followed Remus into the kitchen. He took a seat at the table and Remus placed a cup of hot tea in front of him. "Remus, I suggest you take a seat." He said gesturing at the chair across from himself. It pulled itself out as he gestured. Remus closed his eyes and sat down preparing himself for the worst. "I take from your disposition that you have not been informed yet. It saddens me to have to tell you what I am about to but I am also glad that you have not read it in the Daily Prophet or heard it from some outside source."
Remus already knew what Dumbledore was going to say. His head filled with horrible images and he forced his eyes open to try and forget them. "Last night Voldemort found where James and Lily were hiding." Dumbledore continued his tone grave. "I do have to tell you that they did not make it through the encounter. There was one survivor however. Young Harry is alive and well I have made sure he will be in a place where no one can harm him."
Remus looked at Dumbledore with a confused expression on his face. "How is it that Harry survived an attack by Voldemort?" he didn't understand how a child of no more than a year old could have made it through alive.
"Voldemort's power failed when he tried to attack Harry. Voldemort has been defeated by the love Harry's mother and father had for him. But Remus there is more. Sirius Black was in leagues with Voldemort." Remus gasped at the news of his once best friend's betrayal of his other friend. "He was James and Lily's Secret-Keeper and he told Voldemort where they were." Remus put his hand to his head in a gesture of stress.
Remus could not believe what had happened and when Dumbledore continued he painfully listened. "That is not all. Earlier today Peter Pettigrew found Sirius in the middle of a Muggle street. He confronted Sirius who attacked Peter killing him and twelve innocent Muggles. The Ministry has apprehended him and most likely he will be sent to Azkaban. I do apologize for all that has happened Remus but I felt I had to be the one to tell you." he tried to comfort Remus but nothing Dumbledore said was going to help Remus get his Three best friends back.
"I just want to be alone with this right now." he said curtly to Dumbledore who didn't say a word back but got up and left. Remus didn't really want to be alone but who could he go to who could help him. There was no one he could go to. His friends were gone. For the first time in his life they would never be there for him ever again. Not knowing where he was going he threw on his traveling cloak and left his house.
The trip was a blur he didn't know whether he was coming or going and his head was swimming with all the information he had so recently received. Only when he had found himself knocking on a door did he halfway come to his senses. He had never been to this house before but somehow he knew where he was. When the door flung open he knew where he had wandered to.