CB: My apologies for taking so long with this chapter, but I've had a ton of things going on at the moment, not least of all the fact that I've had massive exams to deal with, then my computer broke down, so I'm typing on a laptop at the moment, which I'm unused to, and then Order Of The Phoenix came out, and I've been wallowing in miserable self-pity since, because I managed to finish it on the day it came out and discovered that SPOILER died, which, of course, broke my heart, because he was my favourite character. Oh, which reminds me, did anyone else find that Lupin, Black, Harry and, indeed even Dumbledore, were all acting extremely OOC? Heh, well, maybe it's just me, but OOTP was a big let down, it was more like an extremely long –but not necessarily badly written – fanfiction.
But don't let me put you off reading it, ^_~

Thanks at the end of the chapter.

The bike roared down the quiet country lane, scattering leaves in its wake as its engine purred loudly in the silence of the early morning. Its tyres screeched slightly as it curved around another corner, its passengers leaning gracefully into the curve as the body of the bike tilted gently to one side before righting itself and flashing past. If there had been a casual observer to notice anything, they would have seen that the two riders were, in fact, men, and despite the speed of the bike, and almost reckless driving, neither man wore any protective clothing, although the slightly smaller one, hanging on for grim life certainly looked as though he could have used some.

Remus squeezed his eyes shut as the bike tilted around another corner. However, with the loss of his vision, his other senses became more acute, and he discovered he could now feel every small shudder as the vehicle shot down the road, smell the pungent scent of burning rubber and the faint tang of leather that emanated from the man whose waist he was clutching so desperately. Reluctantly he opened his eyes again when he felt the vehicle slow slightly, and saw they were passing through a small, sleepy village, whose inhabitants were clearly not awake yet, except for one, small girl, who waved cheerfully as they went past, before turning back to the cat she had clearly been scolding.

"Nearly there." Sirius Black shouted over his shoulder, turning his head slightly so his words would not be whipped away by the rushing wind. "The castle's straight ahead." He nodded his head in front of them, and Remus raised reluctant eyes to watch the large building that was drawing nearer.

I'm going to die, he thought, feeling a quick flash of anger, I'm going to die, and I never had a chance to say good bye to James and Lily. But why have they kidnapped me? The only explanation is I've got hold of some information they don't want made public and they've decided to kill me so nobody else will know. He sighed, and clenched his fingers where they were still clutching Black's robes, feeling the rough scratch of the material against his palms and the sting of the long, dark hair whipping his face as it was teased by the wind. But what information? His rational mind asked, you and the rest haven't turned anything up for the past year or so! How can you have anything that would destroy Voldemort if it was told? Remus blinked, his eyes flitting over Black's back as he frowned. I know, but still, there must be something…anything!

The bike pulled to a smooth, if rather sudden stop, and Remus blinked, thrown off balance for a moment before he realised they were in the middle of a pleasant, rather spacious courtyard that was guarded by three walls and a portcullis built into the last wall. Too busy with his inner deliberations, he had missed the last part of the journey, and consequently, any hope of knowing the surrounding area if he was to escape. Cursing inwardly, he slid off the bike as Sirius Black pulled the key from the ignition before jumping off as well, but not before running a fond hand over the sleek metal in front of him. For a moment, Remus watched the perfect contrast of smooth blackness and long, tanned fingers, before he shook himself as he felt the wolf inside give him a mental jab. Someone was coming.

Feeling slightly dizzy, he turned to face the man that was stalking down the wide stone steps to meet them.

Greasy black hair hung on either side of a sallow, sour face, as the man's black robes billowed as he walked. His hooked, almost beak-like nose gave Remus the impression of a large bird of prey, and the gleaming, intelligent black eyes only added to this surmise. One of the man's broad eyebrows rose as he gazed sneeringly down at Remus, halting a few steps above him, so Remus had to look up. "What, may I ask, is this." His tone was cold, and filled with disdain as he eyed the werewolf dubiously before turning his gaze on Sirius, who was still standing next to the bike. If it was possible, his gaze became even icier as his eyes rested on the casual, relaxed man, who smirked in return.

"This, as you so charmingly put it, Snape, is Remus Lupin." It was difficult to say whose tone held more frosty dislike, Black's or Snape's.

The other eyebrow rose, and Snape allowed an expression of slight astonishment and disgust to pass over his features. "Are you sure?" He asked, sneering slightly at Black, and completely ignoring Remus, whose expression had darkened considerably, "After all, Black, you have been known to get things wrong more often than not…I'm still not entirely sure why our Lord keeps you around." He smirked slightly, and from behind, Remus could hear the sharp hiss as Black fought to keep control of his temper.

Not exactly friendly, these two, his inner voice commented, that could be useful.

Snape turned his dark gaze back to Remus, his expression one of utter disdain as he took in the slightly shabby robes and windswept hair. "Oh dear," He said softly, "You look worse than I expected; yes, quite the disgusting, poverty stricken mongrel I had anticipated." He smiled coldly at Remus, his skin looking paler than ever as the sun peeked out from behind a cloud, throwing his face into high relief.

"At least I don't look like I should be hanging upside down in a dungeon somewhere." Lupin retorted, his voice and face tight with the effort not to strike the man and let his temper get the better of him. Inside, the wolf was howling, scrabbling to be let out so it could lash out at this vile, nasty man, who had dared to insult them. Remus continued to gaze steadily at Snape, but didn't fail to hear the small chuckle that came from Black, who had moved, almost defensively to his side,

"He has you there, Snape." He said, cheerfully, "Now move, I have to show Mr Lupin to his room." Striding past Remus, he shoved Snape to one side and began marching up the steps, pausing only to check that his unwilling companion was following. "You'll just have to ignore Snape," He commented quietly as they walked along a warm, sunlit corridor, "He treats everyone with a certain amount of disdain…but you…I think you'll probably be his primary target for verbal abuse from now on." Shaking his head slightly, as if in despair at the rudeness of his companion's manner, he dragged a hand through his long hair, pulling several strands of it back from his face. "Damn, I forgot to tie this up this morning." He remarked, holding one of the strands up before his eyes and gazing at it mournfully, "If I don't put it up soon, it'll get completely tangled." Sighing, he let it drop again, and continued walking.

Remus almost pointed out that his captor's hair was already quite, quite tangled, thanks to the bike ride, and that, in fact, he closely resembled a lion that needed its mane trimmed. However, he kept his mouth firmly shut, and hurried after the man, who stopped, suddenly, outside a light oak door. "Here we are." He remarked pleasantly, again, running an irritable hand through his hair before twisting the knob.

There was a flash of light, and a loud yelp from Black, who leapt backwards, shaking his fingers before jamming them in his mouth and sucking them. "'Ere usk ee a arm." He said indistinctly, scowling at the door, before prodding it with a cautious boot-clad foot. There was another flash, and his face lit up in a triumphant smile. "Fought 'o." He said, before taking his fingers out of his mouth and inspecting the reddening flesh. "Ouch."

Remus bit his lip and walked forwards, grabbing the hand. "Here," He said quietly, "Give me my wand, I know a good healing charm for burns."

Black eyed him doubtfully for a moment. "I'm not sure that's a wise idea." He said, grey eyes cautious as he looked at the werewolf, "Let's face it, you're a captive, the first thing you're going to do when you get your hands on your wand is stun me and do a runner." He sighed and rubbed a hand across his face, "Sorry, I'll just have to perform one of my own, spectacularly bad charms." He grinned weakly and reached into the pocket of the robe he was wearing, pulling out a slender, dark wand, before waving it and muttering something under his breath. The red patches on his fingers faded, but instead, they were replaced by strange, pale lumps, that apparently itched, because the injured man immediately winced and started to scratch them. "I was never any good at healing charms." He muttered, glaring balefully at his wand, as though it was the wood's fault.

"Oh, here." Remus said, exasperated, before he reached out, plucking Black's wand from his hand. Waving it, he muttered something and lightly tapped the irritated hand, before handing the wand back to his surprised captor. The lumps had vanished, leaving only smooth, unblemished skin in the spell's wake, and Black nodded his thanks, before pocketing the wand again.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." He said quietly, as he studied the door, apparently looking for the counter charm or password. "But you have my thanks all the same." He added hurriedly, as Remus raised an eyebrow. Brushing his hair back, he bent down to peer at the keyhole, before letting out a reasonably quiet whoop of triumph. Digging into his pocket again, Sirius produced a strange, slightly curved piece of metal, and inserted it into the lock, biting his lip and frowning in concentration as he did so. Carefully, he wiggled the strange device gently back and forth until there was a dull 'click' and the door swung neatly open.

Grunting in satisfaction, the dark haired man turned to smirk at Remus, grey eyes sparkling. "That's what comes of being a genius," He said, without a trace of smugness or egoism, "You see the blindingly obvious, when other's don't. I may be terrible at healing charms, but I can point out exactly what's wrong with something, correct it and invent extra spells to keep it safe." He smiled and ushered Remus into the room before following him, "…And I can damn well pick a lock." He added.

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James stared in disbelief as Madame Rosmerta related exactly what she'd seen that morning.

"Let me get this straight," He interrupted at last, unable to believe it, "Remus waltzed out of here at the crack of dawn, with another man all over him, and you didn't question this?" He pulled his glasses off and rubbed his eyes in frustration. "What did the man look like?" He replaced his glasses and scowled at Rosmerta, who looked thoughtfully down at the bar top before replying.

"He had long, black hair, not drawn back. He was about medium height…a little taller than Remus, but not quite as tall as you, with grey eyes, said his name was Goddard when he booked a room. He had a fairly slender build, straight nose, full lips…" Her eyes took on a rather dreamy quality, "A nice voice…"

James rolled his eyes and sank onto the nearest stool, burying his face in his hands. "Rosmerta, did it ever occur to you that what happened was a set up? To my knowledge, Remus does not enjoy the company of men in that sense, and he certainly didn't know a 'Mr Goddard'." His voice still slightly muffled because of his hands, James added, "And they didn't tell you where they were going or when they'd be back?" Peering up, he saw Rosmerta shake her head and groaned. "That's it then, he's been kidnapped. His things are gone from his room, that damn dog is missing and he just wanders out of here when no normal person is usually awake. DAMN."

"I'm sorry…I didn't realise." Rosmerta interjected, "But I had no idea that people were looking for Remus." She shot him a reproving look, "If you'd just told me…"

"I didn't know!" James shouted, leaping to his feet, knocking the stool over in the process, "Do you think I'd wittingly put one of my friend's in danger?" His hands curled into fists as he glared at the startled Rosmerta. "I bet we both got lured into a trap! Someone knew we'd be sent to check out the reports of deatheaters and deliberately sent for us!" His face took on a sour look, "We're both too predictable! Rushing to the aid of anyone who needs us!"

The barkeeper raised her eyebrows. "You never told me you were an auror, James." She said, her tone slightly accusatory, "If I'd known, I would have stopped them."

"I know." James sighed, sitting down again so suddenly that it looked as though his legs had collapsed. "I know you would have Rosmerta, but…" He sighed again, suddenly looking much older, "…You can't trust anyone these days." Standing up again, he shot her a worried smile, "I think I'd better make contact with Dumbledore, he may have some idea of why Remus has been kidnapped…because I certainly don't."

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Black watched Remus out of the corner of one eye as he sat on the end of the bed, absent-mindedly fiddling with the lock pick as he did so. "I'm amazed you haven't tried to escape yet." He remarked, almost reproachfully, turning his full gaze on his companion, who was busy inspecting the bookcase that was tucked away in one corner of the large room, pale fingers running over the many spines of the books.

"What would be the point?" Remus asked, turning away from the bookcase to meet Black's gaze, "We're in a castle in the middle of nowhere, with at least one other person who doesn't feel kindly towards me, I have no clue where I am, and I'm unarmed." He shrugged, "Seems pretty pointless, guess I'll just have to sit and wait quietly for death."

Sirius stared at him for a moment, disbelief in his gaze. "What on earth gave you the idea I was going to kill you?"

"Hmm, let me seem could it have been the fact that I was threatened with a silver knife? Or maybe it was the fact that I was hauled off here against my will." Remus's tone of voice practically dripped with sarcasm as he met the confused silver gaze of his captor. "It all seems pretty self-explanatory to me." Despite his close scrutiny of Sirius's face, he was still surprised when the other man gave a small chuckle that gave way to a rippling laugh as he collapsed slowly backwards onto the bed, not bothering to hide his obvious amusement at the werewolf's ideas.

"Ohhh, that's rich," He wheezed, gasping for breath as he gazed up at his companion, eyes watering slightly as he continued to laugh, "I didn't do half the 'wicked' things I could have done to you when you were caught, if you'd only put up a bit more of a fight." He smirked, laughter dying down to only the occasional snicker as he continued to stare up at Remus, "Those were only necessary precautions to make sure you did come; somehow, I don't think Voldemort would have been very happy if I told him I was within three feet of you and decided to be nice, which would have allowed you to escape."

"So you are a deatheater," Remus muttered, trying to ignore the wolf, which had suddenly begun to pay close attention to the picture Black made sprawled on the bed, eyes shining, full of laughter, mouth open as he lay panting for breath, dark hair spread over the covers. "What on earth do you want from me?" He mentally winced as the wolf cocked its head, staring out through his eyes with a strange, almost predatory interest that he'd not felt before. Stop that, he scolded mentally, what on earth do you think you're doing? In return, the wolf retreated slightly, but continued to watch with interest as Black sat up, running a hand through his hair, the movement exposing his neck to interested scrutiny.

"Ahh, that would be telling." He teased, smirking slightly before standing up and trailing a finger down Remus's cheek, grey eyes still glittering, "But I'll tell you this, it's not me that wants to talk to you so badly, that would be my master." He watched as golden eyes widened slightly in a half worried, half thoughtful gaze, before he smiled again, but not to reassure. "But, look on the positive side, you're not dead, and that's quite a feat when you're trapped in a castle with a great number of deatheaters." Teeth flashed in a grin before he turned away and, pulling out his wand, transfigured a part of the floor into a bed. "If you'll excuse me, I, like you, was up exceptionally early this morning, I think I'll turn in for a while before we go and meet my Lord, I suggest you get some rest too." So saying, he kicked his shoes off, and turned towards the bed.

"Don't bother trying to escape, either," He added, shooting Remus a look over his shoulder, "I've made perfectly sure you can't get out…not even with this." He waved the lock pick before tossing it into a corner, along with the shoes and bent over to remove his socks.

Remus scowled at the man's back, deciding that whatever friendliness he'd felt towards him before, had just been tossed in the corner with the shoes. Black was his enemy, and, he reminded himself angrily, he intended to keep it that way. Anyone who had the pure nerve to kidnap him from right under James's nose, had to be a worthy opponent, and he had no intention of letting his guard down. However…golden eyes trailed slowly down the now exposed back as Black tossed his robe into one corner. He's not our enemy, the wolf inside him urged quietly, he may act like one of them, but he is good…Remus bit his lip, listening to his animal counterpart. Remember what the strange man who smelt of death said, he told you he was good.

What, Black's father? Remus asked slightly surprised that the wolf could remember something like that.

Yes, he thought there was good in him…

Remus was startled out of his inner debate when Black bent over to remove his trousers. "What are you doing?" He asked, startling the other man.

Black spun around, looking slightly startled by the outburst. "Getting undressed," He said slowly, as though Remus was stupid, "that's what people tend to do before they go to sleep." He smirked at the irritated expression that flashed across the werewolf's face, before it became impassively calm.

"Look, Mr Black…"

"Sirius."

Remus eyed the man sourly, not wanting to show any sort of familiarity by using his captor's first name. "Mr…"

"Sirius, or I simply ignore you until you call me by my name." Sirius smirked, knowing from the hard set of Remus's mouth that he had won at least this small argument.

"Fine," Remus snapped, "Sirius. You may be my guard, -and in my opinion you don't make a very good one- but if you are to sleep in this room, you will wear some sort of clothing when you go to bed." He raised one eyebrow as Sirius stared at him, mouth slightly open, before he shut it, and began to snicker again.

"Let me get this straight," He managed, "You're so modest…that you can't bear the thought of me with no clothes on?" His shoulders shook with pent up laughter as he tried to look solemnly at Remus. "I will, of course, respect your wishes." He managed, in a strained voice, and hurriedly turned away, still silently shaking with laughter, but only the occasional snicker escaped from under his hand, which was clamped tightly over his mouth. "If you'll excuse me," He said in a muffled voice, "I'm getting into bed now." And so saying, he drew back the covers and slid in, rolling onto his side, away from Remus.

After that there was silence, punctuated only by the occasional soft snicker from Sirius, and even these eventually elapsed, until all that could be heard was the sound of footsteps from time to time down the other end of the corridor.

Sighing, Remus peered out of the window, scanning the surrounding countryside, but all that could be seen was fields, and then the village, which was nestled on the side of a field some five miles away. I wonder what's around the other side of the castle. He thought grimly, maybe there's more chance of an escape that way. If there was only a wood, a patch of bushes even, his mind grasped the thought and held onto it, he could escape, hide, they wouldn't find him, but…he also admitted reluctantly, he would be incapable of defending himself without his wand.

Well…Black was asleep now, wasn't he? Remus had seen him put the wand back in his pocket, if he could reach it, he could stun Black and escape with no one the wiser.

Cautiously, Remus turned around, and crept towards the corner Black had thrown his robe in, pausing only when the other man rolled over once, muttering something unintelligible. Holding his breath, he trod softly across the floor, and silently picked up the cloth, searching for the pockets. Slipping his hand into the right hand pocket, he found nothing more than a fizzing whizzbee wrapper and a piece of parchment that had the words '12, hummingbird lane' and 'Wormtail' written on it. Discarding this, Remus dug, more frantically, into the left pocket, only to find assorted lock picks and a squashed jelly slug.

"No!" He hissed quietly, then froze when Black muttered again, flinging an arm over his own face, partially obscuring it from view. Biting his lip, Remus's gaze darted around the room, and eventually came to rest on Black's out flung hand where, gleaming in the light, was his wand. His eyebrows knitting together into an angry frown, Remus sidled over to the bed and peered down at the sleeping man. Slowly, carefully, he reached out and grabbed the tip of the wand between two fingers. Holding his breath, in case even that woke Black up, he gently tugged the wand. Black frowned in his sleep, and gripped the other end more tightly.

Carefully, Remus tried again, only to discover that the wand was now being gripped so tightly, that if he tugged with enough force, it would simply wake the sleeping man up. He gave one, final tug anyway, hoping that it would come free, but Black simply tightened his grip further, before cradling the wand to his chest, snoring slightly, his mouth hanging open a little bit.

Sighing in exasperation Remus sank down next to the bed, not bothering to walk across the room and sit in the chair. Angrily, he kicked the leg of the wooden structure, and wondered if he had just grabbed the wand and run, he might have still been out of the room before the man was fully awake. The wards, though, his rational side said, just bide your time, wait for the wards to be lifted and then strike, see? It's pointless to have your wand until the guards on the door have gone, so sit back, make Black trust you, and then when everyone least expects it, escape. Remus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he stared hard at the floorboards, Yes, but how long will that take, I wonder?

Rising to his knees again, he peered down at Black's face, which seemed much younger and more innocent when it was relaxed in sleep. How do I get you to trust me? He wondered silently, eyeing his wand balefully, where it was pressed up against the skin of his unusual guard's chest. You're a deatheater, you trust no one…you won't even tell me why I'm here… why I haven't been killed yet. And yet…and yet…I can't help liking you, as though you're my friend, and not the man who just kidnapped me. Frowning, Remus rocked back on his heels as Black rolled completely onto his side, facing him entirely.

A bolt of recognition suddenly hit Remus as he stared at the passive face. I remember you, he thought, feeling strangely dizzy, I…I remember…

He and James were flying down the corridor at top speed towards charms. Already a good five minutes late, they didn't think it was wise to incur the wrath of their stern teacher Professor Feezle, by being a further five minutes late.

"Almost…there…" James had panted, clutching a stitch in his side, and hauling his book bag back onto his shoulder with the other hand.

"Hope…Feezle…not…mad…" Remus replied, not bothering to speak in full sentences, because he felt as though his lungs were on fire.

Skidding around a corner, he'd charged headfirst into another student, knocking him to the ground, with a loud cry of "Hey! Watch it!" Books had gone tumbling everywhere, and both boys had toppled to the floor, landing with dull thuds on the flagstones. "Ouch!" The other boy had yelped, as James screeched to a halt just behind the human pile, "Watch where you're going!"

"Sorry!" Remus had gasped hurriedly, leaping to his feet and beginning to gather the other boy's books up as fast as possible, "Charms…late…Feezle…" He explained, jamming them into the shocked boy's arms.

"Hey, don't worry." The other boy had shot him a rather charming grin before passing some of his books to his friend, who had remained hitherto unseen, "It's probably my fault as well, I shouldn't have been tottering along behind this lot." He indicated the scattered books with a sweep of his hand, before raking his hair back from his eyes. "Leave it to me, I can manage, but you'd better get going, Feezle can be a real dragon if you're late." Another charming grin made an appearance and Remus, much to his surprise, felt himself blushing.

"Yeah, thanks." He managed, grinning back and picking up the last of the books anyway, before turning to James, who was scowling. "Let's go."

As they sprinted down another corridor, Remus heard James mutter, "Bloody Slytherins." And, shooting a glance over his shoulder, he saw the dark haired stranger sauntering away, his shorter companion in tow.

"He didn't seem so bad," He'd remarked, just as they halted outside their classroom.

"Yeah, well," James had said darkly, opening the door, "You can never tell…"

Remus blinked, and frowned at the man lying so peacefully in the bed, unperturbed by the sudden flash of memory his conscious companion had just witnessed. It was you, he though quietly to himself, you must have been a Slytherin in my year, or the year above…but how come that was the one time I saw you? Surely you must have been around, and Hogwarts isn't that big. He sighed to himself and climbed to his feet, wincing at the stiffness that had developed in his knees. Well, I guess I'll just have to ask, he resolved silently, before padding over to his own bed and lying down as well.

It's a step, the wolf inside of him thought approvingly, find out more about him, because if you find out about someone's past, you find out how their mind works.

And why do you care? Remus argued inside his own head, you're just a wolf, admittedly, you're a werewolf, but you're still more animal than human.

The wolf remained studiously silent, and instead, sent the mental image of Sirius stripping off his robe. He looks nice, it replied eventually, actually sounding thoughtful, and there's something we both trust about him. If we stay with him, I doubt much can harm us.

Oh, got it all sorted out, have you? Remus asked, scathingly, I'm so glad I was consulted.

The wolf didn't bother to reply, but Remus sensed a vague feeling of smugness that he wasn't entirely happy with. Grumbling to himself, he rolled onto his side and scowled at the wall opposite him. 

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Dumbledore listened, his expression grim as James related all he knew, including the appearance of the kidnapper.

Behind him, Mcgonagall sank into one of the low seated armchairs, her face pale and her hands trembling as she listened to her colleague's story. Slowly, her mouth began to thin until it was a tight line, and her back became straighter, her eyes narrowing as she shared a glance with Dumbledore over the top of James's head. They both knew, she thought angrily, they both knew this would happen, but instead of trying to stop it or avoid it, they appeared to have plunged headlong into the whole messed up situation.

"…And the main thing is, I don't even have any idea why they kidnapped Remus." James finished angrily, raking a hand distractedly through his hair, "I mean, if they simply wanted aurors, they could have just as easily got me as well! And instead of the usual instant death, he gets carted off by someone who has gone to immense trouble to conceal their identity as a deatheater, rather than flaunt it, which is what they usually do!" Something in the atmosphere must have registered in his brain, because he turned his sharp, brown eyes on Mcgonagall, before returning them to Dumbledore.

"You both know something." He stated flatly, not even bothering to make it a question.

"Yes." Dumbledore admitted softly, his gaze never wavering as he looked squarely at James, "Yes, we know something."

"Well? What?" James demanded, his hands clenching into fists, "It's obviously important, and if it can help to save Remus's life…"

"That problem," Mcgonagall interrupted gently, "Is already out of our hands. None of us can save Lupin now."

To Be Continued…

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