Disclaimer-(sniffles) REMUS! Well anyhoo I don't own J.K. Rowling. Or any of her characters. Boy, if I did Wow! That would be cool.I can see myself now.

Author's Notes- Yeah..getting back to the story...(cough...cough) :)

Chapter 3: The Worst News Ever

The warm sheets felt good to his body. Bandages were wrapped around his arms and ankles. He was wearing nice flannel pajama pants and a gray t-shirt.
His eyes slowly opened and he saw Dumbledore sitting on a chair by the bed. He was reading The Daily Prophet.
"Professor," Remus whispered looking at the older man.

"Ah…feeling any better, Remus?" Dumbledore said with his scratching, but soothing voice. He laid the newspaper on the night stand and put his hand on the bed.

"I have been better. ..what time…is it, "Remus whispered trying to hold in the pain.

"It's 4:00 in the afternoon. I wanted you to rest. It has been a long day. A long painful day," Dumbledore said laying his arm on the bed cover.

"What do…you mean…sir," Remus asked looking at the old man. The professor was sad. He never showed anyone that side of himself. He has to be strong for everyone else.

"Remus, I don't know what to say to you. There was another killing last night. Three people died. Two by the hands of Voldermort, the other by a traitor," Dumbledore said with a low voice. There was a tear that slid down his face under his half-moon shaped glasses.

"Sir, I don't…really under…stand. You are not making any since," Remus replied with a very confused face.

Voldermort was becoming more and more powerful everyday. Whomever didn't join him when he asked almost always died.

"Remus…," the professor said after a long time a taking in a breath. "Those people…were."

"What, sir," Remus asked.

"They were James and Lily," Dumbledore said closing his eyes.

"What...," Remus asked in a whisper. He couldn't believe his on ears. James and Lily. James was his best friend. Lily was James' wife. They were just married not to long ago. When they heard that Voldermort was after them they went into hiding. No one knew where they went to except one person. They traitor had to be the one. Their Secret-Keeper.

"The traitor?….It was Sirius wasn't it. He did this," Remus asked looking at his hands.

"Yes….," the old headmaster said putting his hand on Remus'. Remus looked at Dumbledore. The dark circles under the young wizard's eyes made him look twice his age.

"Who was the other one that died?" Remus asked.
Professor Dumbledore took a long sigh.

"It was Peter….", he replied back. "I am so sorry, Remus. They were like family to you. I wish everything wasn't like this. Life isn't fair, you know that," Dumbledore explaining to Remus.

"It is alright Professor. I'm okay. Do…does…everyone know yet?" Remus asked trying to get his thoughts together.

"Not everyone. You are the first one to find out," replied Dumbledore being surprised that Remus wasn't that upset. He is trying to be strong for me. Dumbledore thought to himself.
Remus looked fast at Dumbledore. He just thought of another very special person.

"Harry? What about Harry?" Remus asked hoping that Harry didn't receive the same fate as his parents.
Dumbledore lifted both of his hands trying to calm Remus down.

"He is fine. Something about him made Voldermort leave. Harry is the boy who lived. He is the only one that Voldermort couldn't kill." Dumbledore replied.
Remus started to twiddle his thumbs. Why did this happen? Everyone was fine a week ago. But in one night everyone that I cared about is gone….why? He thought to himself.
"Where did they take Sirius," Remus asked.
Dumbledore looked at Remus' hands. They were shaking; not from being cold either.

"They sent him to Azkaban. You know committing a crime, like that, he will be staying a long time," Dumbledore answered. The old wizard stood up and adjusted his robes. Remus looked at him. Dumbledore was like a father to him. He let him join Hogwarts when no one else would. No one knew about his condition, except Dumbledore and his friends.

"Professor?", Remus asked looking at the tall man.

"Yes, Remus?" Dumbledore replied.

"When will…. their funeral…. Be?" Remus asked. Sitting up trying to get out of the warm bed. " I want to come, pay my respects and all."

"It will be Saturday at 11:00 in the morning. Everything is going to be arranged be myself, Minerva, and a couple of family members." he replied.
Remus stood and grabbed a cane tilting against his bed table. Both adults walked downstairs into the kitchen. A nice looking, yet a little chubby women was cooking supper. It was already 5:30. Time flew by. She turned around and faced them.

"Ah, 2 of my favorite men. How are you two?" she asked pouring hot tea for them both. She glanced back when they didn't answer. Both men were pale. "What is the matter? Remus? Albus," she asked becoming very concerned.

"Molly….," Dumbledore said placing his hand on her shoulder making her sit down on the wooden chair.

"It is about James and Lily," he replied cringing over the words he was about to say.

No one noticed that Remus had left the room. He was sitting on the stairs leading to the bedrooms. His face was buried in the palms of his hands. Tears poured from his eyes. He looked at his hands, they were shaking worse than before.
What is going to happen now? He thought.

Can I haveREVIEWS! please? (pretty please? With a cherry and sprinkles and whip cream and caramel and ...I am getting hungry. Oooo...tummy...hunger..

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