Thank you Lexi, for reviewing. Sadly, you live in a delusional world. First Josh, now Lupin. Sorry, sweetie, I'm taking one of them. Heehee.
Disclaimer that I didn't put in chapter 1: Do you honestly think I own any of this? All characters, places, situations, little green men, ect., ect, belong to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 2
Mad-Eye Moody's POV
The damn fool. Why didn't he stay here? If he had, he'd be alive and useful, not dead and causing so much pain to all these people. Well, Snape excluded from that. He doesn't look quite so distraught at the news.
Though I can't say I blame Sirius. I know how it feels to be trapped. After all, wasn't I the one who spend nine months locked in his own trunk? Not exactly a picnic. But still, if he had just waited with the news for Dumbledore like we'd asked him to, he'd be here. Hell, he'd be a free man by now. Fudge, another fool if I ever knew one, would know he wasn't a Death Eater and he'd probably be pardoned today. Of course, they probably still will. A posthumous pardon. Yeah, that'll be a great comfort to Potter and Lupin.
It's that despicable elf's fault. Kreacher. I can see him now with my eye. He's sitting in his little den, laughing. Forget clothes, I'm going to rip him to pieces. Snape can use them in a potion. I stand up to do it, then look around at the people near me. I can think of a few others to whom the honor of murdering the piece of filth would have much more meaning. I'll leave it to them.
Weasley and his boy are together on the couch Snape recently vacated to pace by the fire. The boy is now officially a man, has been so for years, but I can see his desire to be a child again, safe in the knowledge that his Mummy and Daddy can chase away the bad dreams. And I can see Weasley's need to protect him, shield him from anything.
Snape, like I said, is pacing by the fire. I still don't trust the git, but as long as Dumbledore does, I suppose we're stuck with him. He's brought us some useful information but I have to wonder how much he's brought the Death Eaters. Dumbledore just received an urgent message from Fudge, begging him to come help. The idiot's days as Minister are numbered, mark my words.
Molly Weasley is hovering over Lupin. I suppose that after raising seven children, the mothering comes naturally. Merlin knows she's taken Potter in. Lupin hasn't moved from the couch since we got here. He was so calm and collected right after it happened, keeping Harry from going after Black, getting the students out of there, that I started to wonder if he realized what had happened. But then Fudge came with the Aurors and carted the slime off to Azkaban. Lupin started walking toward the veil like he was hypnotized. Finally Shacklebolt took him bodily and forced him outside.
Shacklebolt is asleep. His coffee spilled all over his pant leg but he didn't wake up. Mundungus is sitting by the fire. He's probably wondering who Sirius left the house to so he can talk to them about his acquisitions. It's a good question, but not one to ponder at the moment.
Honestly, Black, you see what you did? I suppose an extra fighter was an advantage for us, but not one we were willing to give a life for.
Come back, you damn fool.