Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are J.K.Rowling's creation. I just corrupt them to my fancy.
Rating: M just to be safe due to mature themes
Summery: A story of love loss pain and revenge, how far will Remus go to find his true love? Slash which is a male&male relationship. If you do not like do not read. Major spoilers for OotP and spoilers for PoA & GoF
A/N: My first fic and I hope you like it.
Chapter 2
Remus woke and poured himself some of the cold tea. It was truly disgusting but he did not have the time to brew more and magically brewed tea tasted awful. He rubbed the back of his neck in hopes of easing the pain that had incurred from sleeping on the desk. Sirius always used to massage his neck on mornings like these, Remus sighed clinging onto the hope that there was a chance. He looked over his notes and tried to figure out his next move. He needed to go to Diagon Alley and see if there were any other books that would give him the information he desired. Remus stood up and stretched and let out a moan when his back cracked in several places. After a quick shower Remus found himself in his kitchen looking for a something he could eat on the way to Diagon Alley.
The selection was rather grim. His cupboards were neglected; he had been more concerned with drinking than with eating. After looking through them three times his choices were a stale scone, a chocolate frog or a bag of Twiglets. He picked up the bag of Twiglets, what insane man had come up with these, shaped and textured like small twigs and tasting like burnt wood. They had to be the most revolting thing every created yet they were oddly addicting. Sirius had bought them some time ago because the package stated that Twiglets were 'hazardously knobbly' and he wanted to know what that meant.Remus grabbed the old scone and headed out the door.
The sun beat down on Remus; he loved the sun with its warmth and light. When he was younger he had loved the moon, now he hated it and even feared it. The moon was his bane and would always curse him. The moon would never bring him fortune only misery. He walked along the street nodding politely to the muggles that passed him. With his blue jeans and black shirt he fit in nicely, the jacket he had slung over his shoulder concealed the wand sticking out of his back pocket. He did not care what Mad-Eye would say about it, sometimes one had to take risks. In no time Remus was in front of the Leaky Cauldron. He hoped no one he knew would be in there; he was not in the mood for condolences. No one seemed to notice when he entered and he made his way to the exit in back. He tapped the bricks with his wand and waited patiently for the wall to open for him. Everything was taking too much time and he was unsure how much time Sirius had left. Finally he walked through and made his way to Flourish & Blotts.
Inside the bookstore Remus started to search the shelves. It was taking every ounce of willpower he had not to become sidetracked by the numerous books yearning to be read. He did find several books about the Celts that might be helpful. Remus had spent a good amount of his money on the books but money spent on a book was never wasted. He took his purchases and headed towards Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and ordered a chocolate ice cream. He sat at a table outside and started to read his books. Two hours and three ice creams later Remus finished his reading without much progress. There was only one more place to look and Remus did not cherish the thought of going there. But he did not have another choice, but what if someone saw him there? What would people think – the worst as they already do? Remus gathered his things and walked towards Gringotts. He made sure no one was watching when he ducked into the entrance of Knockturn Alley.
Knockturn Alley was a dingy place. Remus hated setting foot here. Hopefully Hagrid wasn't here buying flesh eating slug repellant. He entered Borgin & Burkes the largest establishment in Knockturn Alley known by many for selling questionable items. Mr.Borgin was a tall lanky man with beady eyes, grey hair, filthy and spoke with a hoarse voice. Remus browsed the store while Mr.Borgin was helping another customer. Remus spotted a hand of glory, the perfect gift for the death eater who has everything. When the customer left Remus walked over to the shop keeper.
"Hello, Mr.Borgin."
"What are you doing here?" Mr.Borgin eyed him suspiciously.
"I am in need of a book on Celtic beliefs that may not be suitable for the likes of Flourish & Blotts. If anyone would have such an item it would be you."
"True and I may have such a book." He walked into the back and returned a few moments later carrying a large rather beaten book entitled 'Magia dall'altro mondo.'
Remus was drawn to this book and knew it was what he was after. Now for the question he dreaded asking, "How much is it?"
"Five hundred galleons and not a knutt less."
That was about four hundred galleons more than Remus had. "Would you take something in trade, something of greater value?"
"Depends what do you have of any value?"
"I have something that might be of interest to you, you know what I am and I will give you one vial of my blood for that book." Remus' eyes fixed on Mr.Borgin.
"You will give it willingly?" Remus could almost see the drool forming in Mr.Borgin's mouth.
"Yes I will do we have a deal?" Remus couldn't believe what he was about to do. Giving his blood to this man to sell, it would sell quicker than you could say quidditch. His blood; was tainted by the werewolf and therefore held special properties that were useful for certain dark magic. Werewolf blood was a rare item as not many were willing to part with it. It would add essence of the werewolf cunning, stamina, heightened senses and strength into the spell. It was against the law to deal in werewolf's blood as it is seen as a dark item but Remus needed that book and it was the only way he could get it. Remus did not know if Sirius would be furious at him for selling his blood to the enemy or proud that he did something 'against the rules'. It was only one vial and he could live with that.
"Deal" said Mr.Borgin and he went into the backroom again and returned with a vial and a knife.
Remus took a deep breath and braced himself for what was next. He took the blade and sliced along his hand. He did not let the burning of the knife show; the knife was made of silver, as he knew it would be. Silver is pure and would not contaminate the blood. He watched his blood drip into the vial; it was such a vibrant shade of crimson. It really was a small price to pay if he did manage to get Sirius back. He handed the full vial to Mr.Borgin who was licking his lips at the thought of the money he would make off of this. He handed the book to Remus and hoped he would return again. Remus stepped out of the shop and quickly shrank the book to fit inside his pocket and headed for home.
