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Chapter 4 – Interrogations

A quite short, blond-haired man was leaning casually against the wall, his hazel eyes almost twinkling with amusement behind his thin rimmed pair of glasses. He was dressed in long black pants, black boots, white shirt and a long black trench coat.

It was Dumbledore who broke the silence first, "Excuse me, but I do believe we've met before Mr…?"

"Fuller, Trent Fuller. Nice to see you Albus, it's been what…20 years? You really didn't think I'd just vanish again, did you?" Trent smirked.

"Of course not," Dumbledore replied, "I'm just curious as to how exactly you managed to get in here without anyone seeing you, that's all"

Trent's eyebrows arched up, "I see, but if I remember rightly, I told you and everyone else who asked, that I have my ways. After all, who do you think helped keep the Dementors off Sirius' back while he was escaping, hmm?"

"You knew my Godfather?!" Harry blurted out.

"Yes Mr. Potter, I did know him. I attended Hogwarts for a year, being posted as an Auror during 'He-Whose-Name-Must-Be-Hyphenated' first reign some two decades ago."

Tonks burst out laughing when she heard this man make fun of Voldemort's name and between gasps, managed to say, "That's brilliant! Can I steal that…please?!"

"I don't see why not," Trent shrugged. "But I'm here for a different reason. Remus, you know what I'm capable of. I expect you to make the necessary arrangements, while I go and see what I can drag out of Peter," then he smirked maliciously and said, "Unless you'd rather have the fun this time."

Remus grinned. "You know, I think I'll take you up on that offer. But I want to help Harry, remember that was the deal."

"Yes I know. Ok, how's this then. You go and interrogate Peter, while I'm also getting interrogated by this lot," he waved his arm towards the rest of the Order, "Then, after that, we take young Mr. Potter here and help with his…development."

Remus smiled, "Sounds good to me, just make sure you play nice, all right."

Trent looked taken aback. "Remus Lupin, are you suggesting that I have a habit of not playing nice? I'm shocked, but I will try my best. Now you'd better be going, Peter will be waking up in about…10 minutes I'd reckon. Oh and watch his hand this time!"

With that, Trent grabbed Remus, and vanished in an orange light. Then, seconds later, a faint 'pop' was heard and Trent was back, but Remus was gone.

Needless to say, after this happened, Trent found himself on the wrong end of nine wands all pointing at him. It was Dumbledore, who again spoke up, "I suggest you put your wands away, if I recall rightly they won't help you. Besides, Trent can be trusted, but I'm surprised that you elected to take Remus for training. May I ask why?"

Trent looked into Dumbledore's eyes, deep hazel meeting twinkling blue before replying, "He was the best choice, what with his heightened senses and strength. He was perfect for me to take on as an apprentice. Besides, you should probably know that he's hiding roughly ninety percent of his power."

Harry looked over towards Dumbledore, only to be greeted with a sight that not many people had seen before. Dumbledore's mouth was agape, he was speechless.

Before Dumbledore could regain his sense of speech, Trent sat down in the chair vacated by Remus and leant back. He looked somewhat bored before saying, "I believe I have some explaining to do, correct?" he asked no one in particular.

After an hour and a half, during which Trent did all of the talking, explaining that while he was a wizard, he had many more abilities than just being magical. When pressed upon this issue, he had shrugged them off saying that all will be revealed in time. He was the descendant of an ancient family who were experts in martial arts and meditation, he was quite proficient in wandless magic. He had proved this by calmly levitating everyone's chairs, including his own, with everyone still sitting in them, before letting the chairs slowly drift to the ground once again.

He then proceeded to tell them that he had spent the majority of the last fifteen years in a deep meditative state, slowly awakening the true depths of his power. He had come to Grimmauld Place after he had felt Harry's power surge, and knew that it was time for him to develop his powers further. Harry had been rather stunned when Trent told him that expected that Harry should easily surpass Trent's own magical power, and should be able to comfortably defend himself against Voldemort.

After Dumbledore had managed to get Trent to agree to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts (both the normal classes and the Advanced ones), along with Apparition, and Duelling. Hermione spoke up and stated that it would impossible for Trent to teach all those subjects. Trent just smiled politely, then stood up pointed his wand at himself, and spoke an incantation and a light yellow light was given off. When it faded away, four Trents could be seen leaning on the wall chuckling at the astonished looks on everyone's faces.

Harry had thought to himself that there was a lot more to Trent than meets the eye, and was stunned when he heard Trent say that he was right. It wasn't that Harry was shocked to find out, it was more how he had found out. Trent was a telepath, and told Harry in no uncertain terms to keep that to himself. Harry then let his mind wander and wondered how Remus was getting on with Peter.

When Peter had woken, he found himself in a completely bare room with white walls and roof. A long table was in the middle of the room, with two chairs on either side on it. Peter thought it was strange that he was not restrained in any way, he even had his wand on him. Peter shrugged, and thought he'd try to find out what was going on. He wasn't really that surprised of course, when he was unable to use his wand to get out of the room. All his spells just seemed to dissipate after hitting the walls.

It was after this, that Peter allowed himself to think about what had gone wrong the other night: "Find Potter and bring him to me!" ordered his master. He had known about Petunia Evans, after all she was Lily's sister, but it had taken him quite a while to connect what he had heard Potter talking to the Weasley boy when he was posing as Scabbers. The name 'Dursley' meant nothing to him then, but now he couldn't believe his own stupidity. Lily's sister must have married and changed her name to Dursley.

Peter was unable to find out an actual address, when he happened to spot an owl flying overhead. Normally he wouldn't have paid it any attention, except that this owl was snowy white, it had to be Potter's! He'd managed to somehow bring the bird down, and after reading the letters, he scowled to himself, nothing important, so he decided to put a tracking charm on the owl and see where it went to.

He apparated at the street sign bearing the name 'Privet Drive'. Peter could just make out the owl disappearing into house number 4 through the driving rain. 'Right, so that's where Potter spends his summers, now how to get in? Potter will recognise me, but what if…' Peter's thoughts drifted to the vial of Polyjuice potion he had tucked in his robes, if he could just grab a hair of someone else who lives in the house, he would be able to grab Potter and leave before anyone would realise.

His eyes glanced up to the chimney and he smiled, 'I can just floo Potter and…oh no, I don't have any powder! Potter might have some though. Guess I'll have to find out.' Peter stopped outside the house and transformed into his rat animagus form. Due to his heightened senses, Peter was able to sniff out several strands of hair nearby the door.

He just hoped that the Dursleys didn't have any pets or the potion would be useless. He transformed back, dropped the hair in, pinched his noise, and drank the vile potion. He felt himself changing, and looked down at his hands and saw them swell up until stubby fingers had replaced his.

'Well, it worked, now to grab Potter,' he thought as silently, Peter entered 4 Privet Drive. He remembered looking around for anything that looked remotely like floo powder. He remembered cursing himself, and then the shock of Harry stunning him before darkness claimed him.

His thoughts were interrupted when a vaguely familiar voice spat, "So good of you to join me, Peter."

He whirled around and came face to face with his one-time school friend. "Re...Remus, it's been a long time. Please forgive me, I...I didn't mean anything, I've left the Dark Lord and was just looking out for James' son…"

"Forget it Peter, I'm not falling for it, nor are you getting away like last time," Remus cut him off.

Peter looked around, trying desperately to find a way out, then remembered he still had his wand and allowed himself to smirk. "Well Remus, unlike last time, I have my wand, and I don't see yours, but I want to make this as painful as possible, so I'll just use my new addition my master gave me."

He lunged at the werewolf knowing his silver hand will cause more pain than any spell Peter knew. What he wasn't prepared for though, was Remus to casually grab Peter's outstretched arm and fling him across the room where he crashed onto the floor with a thump.

Peter got up a little gingerly and saw the somewhat amused look on his former friend's face. "How...how did you do that?!" Peter screamed. "You should be rolling on floor writhing in pain!"

"Well, it's a good thing that I found a way around it isn't it. You see, Peter, something amazing happened over the last few days. I'm no longer a werewolf. I still have the heightened senses and strength, but no longer have to suffer through the transformations. Ergo your pathetic attempt at trying to kill me with that new hand of yours won't work. In short, I've been cured."

The look on Peter's face was priceless, in reality he was thunderstruck. "What do you mean cured? The closest thing there is to a cure is the Wolfsbane, but it's hardly a cure!"

Remus looked somewhat amused and replied, "I'm so glad you informed me of that, in case you forgot, I would be using it. However I was shown something new by an old friend and it cured me. But enough of that, let's get down to business. Why were you sneaking around Harry's house?"

Peter didn't answer, but was brought out of his thoughts by a new voice that surrounded the room.

"Remus, hurry up will you. I'm getting bored here, and unless I'm mistaken you should already know what the little rat was doing, after all, I did teach you telepathy right? Even if you weren't using it, I already know what he was thinking about a while ago before you came in, so hurry up and get back! I need your help in figuring out what I should teach for Defence classes this year, and wipe that grin off your face! So what's a few galleons to me anyway. If you're not back in fifteen seconds, I'll deal with Peter myself!"

Remus scowled, "Fine, I'll do this your way then."

The last thing Peter remembered before nothingness, was a rush of energy flying towards him and Remus saying, "I'm sorry it had to come to this, Peter. But despite the Marauder's oath, I'll bow to Harry's wishes. See you soon, old friend."