Dark Days Pass But Are Never Forgotten
By: LogicalRaven Hello everybody… Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday or week….depending on where you live. I've been running around in circles and it wasn't until I sat down and read my chapter last night did I realize how much I liked it. This is one of those chapter that has a lot of hidden hints. Some of you might be guessing where I'm taking this whole Minister of Magic thing…just remember even though this chapter might seem only about Harry's love life, it goes much much deeper.
The Minister of Magic thing, Noel's potion even the drama between Eros and Cho all play into the central plot. Regardless how I've written before, this is not a fluff romance story. This is an angst story. Remember what Dumbledore said in my last story,
"Prophecies, Harry, are merely educated guesses that others have otherwise failed to deduce. With the forces of light flourishing, the forces of darkness must counteract. Yes Harry, there is already an another dark wizard rising, yet we do not know who that yet maybe. It's time for our type of magic to stand alone for awhile,"
I hope that helps steer you in the right direction. If you still don't see where I'm going then perhaps you should re-read the final chapter of Rise of the Dark Lord. Well, happy reading. Thanks for all the support and reviews. I'm thrilled so many of you are still following my story…and I hope I don't lose anymore faithful reader because I've turned a little soapy in my story telling. I have my reasons, you just have to stick with me to see it.
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Nothing is my Own!!!
The Dark Coming
"Mr.Steppin,sir—we have another situation."
George Steppin sighed, "Yes, what is it now?"
"We've lost another two points in the polls. Apparently we haven't yet recovered from Skeeter's last article."
"Meddling fool…we'll pick up those two points again. At least she isn't painting Harry as a famous playboy any longer. Stroke of brilliance on my part if I do say so myself," Steppin bragged smirking slightly"
"The sympathy approach gets them every time. I loved the lead we past on to Rita Skeeter when we discovered that Cho Chang, the former Mrs. Potter to be, was now working on Albus Dumbledore's campaign, it took Dumbledore down another five points, sir."
"Gloria my dear, this campaign is a definite victory. Potter could declare his allegiance to the Dark Lord himself and they would still love him. His reputation is solid and his numbers just keep going up. So we lost a couple points because Skeeter is now reporting Potter doesn't want to run, we'll get those numbers back by the end of the week."
"But, Mr. Steppin sir, what if it's true, what is Harry doesn't want to run? He hasn't exactly been willing to participate in this campaign of his," Gloria pointed out.
"My job isn't to decided if Potter wants to run or not, I'm not even being paid by Mr. Potter. My employer is the Order of Merlin, when they tell me to pull out from the election I will do so, but not until," George Steppin confirmed, "If Harry Potter wants to decline the position once he's elected, so be it— my job will be done by then."
"Your job sir?" Gloria asked.
"To get him elected as Minister of Magic," Steppin snapped.
Gloria gave her best fake smile and nodded, "Of course, Mr. Steppin sir, what would you like me to do about this latest rumor."
"Another release perhaps? For the love of Merlin, what am I paying your for? This is a minor problem, don't bother me with such trivial situations," Steppin waved off. The months were flying by as the group of Aurors approached their second assessment. The November air was already creeping in as September was dying away. Life had been dull comparatively speaking. After the initial shock of Hermione quitting Healer training and Harry being attacked, life had settled back down to normal.
The investigation had gotten nowhere, and the only time Harry managed a word with Cho was when she was questioning him about the incident. There were no leads and no theories. It seemed to be a puzzle nobody knew how to solve. Harry had made a full recovery, and the only change was Noel was being slightly more civil. Harry figured it was probably because she felt guilty for not being present when he was attacked. That was assuming she had a conscience.
"I hope they don't send us to some remote forest again," Michael sighed as he flipped though his dark arts books.
Noel sneered at Michael comment, "I don't think we have to worry about that. Hasn't anybody told you what the second assessment is?"
"No, why don't you enlighten us?" Harry snapped. Noel had a habit of getting under his skin so quickly these days.
"Patrol-- we have to participate in an actual patrol which are assigned to us from the ministry. It is probably going to be our easiest assessment," Noel sighed, ignoring Harry's annoyed tone.
"Patrols? Who told you?" Michael asked.
"I asked," Noel said flatly.
The group sat agitated and exhausted. It seemed the pace always seemed to pick up around the time of the assessment.
"I wonder who we'll have to patrol with?" Susan asked, mostly to herself.
Harry shrugged, "Probably the Aurors, or maybe even our mentors, they still are on active duty."
"I bet Harry is right, our mentors is probably the most logical choice," Michael agreed.
Noel glanced at Harry wondering if they'd be stuck with Moody again, but didn't say anything.
"It will be nice to finally reach rank II, won't it?" Michael asked.
"It will be nice to finally reach rank XII," Susan replied.
Noel rolled her eyes and turned her back from the group, they could be so common at times.
Terry came in shortly afterwards and collapsed into his bed with a sigh.
"Missing Hermione yet?" Michael asked, noticing Terry's stressed face.
"You have no idea. It was so much easier to have someone to talk to that conversed in the same language, I don't even know what these people are talking about half the time," Terry ranted as he began to beat his head into his pillow.
Michael suddenly chuckled, "A night patrolling with Master Blackfoot, he'd probably fall asleep on me. Master Shaklebolt told me Master Blackfoot was suppose to retire five years ago."
"I think the war changes a lot of plans," Harry said quickly, "Master Moody was retired, remember?"
"Moody, that would be a interesting patrol," Michael said with a sigh, "I wonder why he doesn't take a student."
"Because he's Moody. He'd probably be too paranoid his student was going to attack him," Terry joked causing everybody to laugh.
"Malfoy!"
Draco sighed as he bit his tongue. Oh what he'd give for a wand at that moment. Alastor Moody had made his life a living hell, almost as hellish as Azkaban itself.
"I told you to scrub the floor of the study. What have you been doing?" Moody demanded slamming the bucket of soapy water against the stonewall.
Malfoy gritted his teeth, "That's servant work. Last I check I wasn't your servant."
"No, you are a prisoner. I don't want you getting to content with these new arrangements. We need to remind you that you're still earning your freedom," Moody said sternly.
Malfoy stood defiant with his arms crossed, "I'd rather be back in Azkaban then be your servant."
"That can be arranged," Moody warned throwing a sponge at Malfoy, "clean up this mess."
How could life have come to this? Only three years ago the Malfoy family was sailing high as one of the most respected families in the wizarding world, now they were shamed. Draco's entire world was in shambles. His mother was abandoned his father as following a dark lord who was dead. Mad-Eye Moody left the study glaring hatefully at Draco. Still he stood defiant. He would not lower himself to be a lunatic's slave. He was a Malfoy, and was above such tasks as cleaning a floor.
As the rage slowly started to fade and Draco considered what options he had, a sound caused his face to light up.
"FOOLS!"
Draco tore out of the study of Mad-Eye's home and raced down the corridor. Alastor Mad-Eye Moody was standing in arms with a threatening look on his face as ten cloaked figures eased in on him.
"You're master is dead! What do you think you are proving?" Moody growled.
Draco stood in awe as the first hooded figure shot a binding spell towards Alastor who quickly shield against it and returned it with a quick flash and a violent crack. The cloaked figure flew backwards and smashed against the wall. Two more Death Eaters attacked. One of them met the same fate as the first Death Eater, but the other managed to knocked the peg off Moody leg and caused him to topple forward.
The look in Alastor's eyes told Draco he was debating on whether or not to disapparate to get help. He probably suspected the same thing Draco was; they had come to save the son of Malfoy.
"You'll have to kill me, Death Eater," Moody said in a dangerous tone, quickly summoning his peg back.
A couple of the shadowy figures laughed and two others threw a few more curses at Moody who was unable to shield them in time.
"You old fool. Perhaps humanity would be to end your life so you wouldn't have to live such a miserable existence," a Death Eater jeered, following by cackling a laughing from the rest of the group.
Draco smirked as the Death Eaters started to close in around the fallen Auror.
Suddenly Moody magical eye went wild and a broad grin spread across his face, "Did you think I'd let you kill me so easily, you naïve bigot."
Suddenly the shelves surrounding the room started to shake violently. With a quick flick of Moody's wand they all collapsed, crushing a few of the attackers and knocking the other off guard. Moody took advantage of his distraction by re-securing his leg and taking a new defensive stance. He managed to stun a few Death Eaters and disarm another.
The smirk had faded from Draco's face as Moody quickly regained the upper hand. Suddenly fate presented itself at Draco's feet. A strayed wand landed inches from his feet, testing his resolve and true allegiance. Moody didn't even know he was behind him; he could easily disarm him and stun him. The seconds seemed to stop cold as Draco's hand seized the wand.
Just moments ago he had wished for a wand, and now he had one. With a burst of rage he raised his wand. He wanted to perform a quick stunning spell, but instead some thing less forgivable erupted from his newly acquired wand.
Moody stopped abruptly and then began to go into convulsions. Draco kept his wand trained on Moody's back as a fellow Death Eater began to laugh, smiling broadly at Draco.
Suddenly Draco moved his wand and relinquished the cruse. Quickly he preformed a stunting spell, knocking the old Auror out cold.
"Well done—Master Malfoy," one of the Death Eaters greeted, "your father will be pleased."
Draco took a deep breath, "I've been wondering when you'd finally get me out of this hell."
"Ah, Master Malfoy, we are not here for that reason."
"What then?" Draco asked sharply.
"Bind Moody, we're going to need him," instructed a feminine voice, "We're doing what they'd least expect. No body would think we'd kidnap Moody again—now would they?"
"Like Crouch did? Are you all mad? That is exactly what Dumbledore will be expecting. Who is going to be the imposter? Moody knows things now that he's an Auror… there are passwords and codes. They'd see right though an imposter, it isn't like Hogwarts where nobody knows him."
"You have a better idea?" The Death Eater inquired.
Draco sneered, "What are you hoping to accomplish by keeping Moody alive?"
"We're weak… most of our ranks have either been killed or thrown into Azkaban. We need to know what the enemy is saying, what the enemy is doing. We need to know if our master is waiting for us…"
"The Dark Lord is dead. I've heard it myself-- Potter destroyed him," Malfoy hissed.
"You're free sir, you can infiltrate the other side."
Draco shook his head and cut his eyes towards the cloaked figure, "I'll never be trusted enough."
"That is what they said about your father after the first rising," as second Death Eater revealed, "The Malfoy's always supported the Dark Lord—since the beginning. Your father was apprehended for practicing Dark Arts after the first fall at the hands of Potter. He rectified himself and was freed, he was our connection into the Ministry for many years."
"The only way I even earn my freedom is if I turn my father over to the Aurors," Draco hissed.
The female Death Eater laughed lightly, "Then we'll give the Aurors what they want. The Death of Lucius can be arranged."
"I will not sign my father death," Malfoy snapped.
Another laugh escaped the female Death Eater, "You don't have to dear—nothing is ever what it appears. The body of Lucius Malfoy will be discovered in Knockturn Alley… That should be enough to secure your complete release."
"And what then?" Malfoy asked.
"We'll find you."
Draco took the opportunity to kick an unconscious Moody as he sneered, "What about this old loon?"
"He'll live for now… we don't want it to look suspicious now do we?"
Draco secured the wand back into his belt, "Leave the bodies."
"I have all the credentials I need," Hermione argued, "I've read practically every legal book written on magical law."
"I don't have time for an assistance, try Wilser and Winklen in Ireland," the sharp faced wizard snapped.
Hermione sighed, "Your firm doesn't have a division to deal with magical creatures or laws that protect them."
"There isn't a need for such a division."
"No need?" Hermione asked looking shocked, "What about the status against werewolves and vampires? What about law protecting house elves?"
"House elves, werewolves… dear girl—are we talking about law or make believe? I suggest you go back and re-read all those books on magical law, because you apparently have no concept of what they mean."
Hermione turned to face the door, "I disagree… it isn't me who hasn't the slightest inkling of what magical law is all about. Thank-you for your time."
The cool air of the streets of Hogmeade brushed against Hermione's face as she pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders.
She shook her head as she quickened her pace feeling her stomach twisting with disgust. How could she be so stupid to think that someone would actually take her stance on House Elves seriously?
"Miss Granger."
Hermione spun around as the voice interrupted her thoughts. She found a kind face waiting for her and a smile she knew she'd never forget.
"Professor Dumbledore," she smiled.
"Lovely weather we're having," Dumbledore commented.
It occurred to Hermione that she had never seen Professor Dumbledore on the streets of Hogmeade before; "Yes—lovely. Did you have business in town today?"
Dumbledore laughed lightly, "No, not really. I was just paying my brother a visit before I went out of town for a few days."
"Does he live in Hogmeade?" Hermione asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.
"He might as well—I think you've had the privilege to meet him once," Dumbledore smiled.
Hermione bit her lip; "He's the keep at the Hog Head."
"Excellent Miss. Granger. I see your quick reasoning is still as sharp as ever," Dumbledore comment clapping in hand in appreciation of amusement. "May I inquire what bring you to Hogmeade? I thought you'd be training for your career as a Healer."
"I quit sir," Hermione said firmly without resolve.
Dumbledore nodded, "Indeed—may I ask why?"
"Because of the injustice I was witnessing. Just because a wizard or witch has money, doesn't give them the right to degrade others. I can't work in an-- environment where I'm asked to compromise my values," Hermione said quickly, knowing if anybody understood Dumbledore would.
"I never really say you as a Healer myself. You have too much fire to you if I do say so myself," Dumbledore revealed as he leaned a little closer, "Perhaps you might find what your looking for at the Ministry of Magic, perhaps in the Department of Magical Creatures—I think you could affect positive change to better all magical kind."
Hermione's eyes lit up as smile of enlightenment crossed her face, "Of course, why didn't I think of it before."
"Take care, Miss Granger," Dumbledore said with a slight bow before handing Hermione a button, which reminded her of the S.P.E.W. button she had once made.
VOTE FOR ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
a positive change for minister of magic
Hermione glanced down at her hand and looked up, but Dumbledore was gone. She smiled and placed the button in her pocket. She knew where she needed to go now, and she knew Dumbledore was right. If she put her mind to it, she could make a difference.
"You're movement are too brisk for that spell. Quick delicate movement," Susan instructed as Michael jabbed his wand while Harry made more of poking type motion.
Michael sighed, "This is ridiculous. Why can't they just make every motion 'swish and flick'?"
Susan sighed again, "You two just aren't trying. Obviously we're going to have to use that spell in our next assessment. It might help if you two actually knew how to do it."
"You're wasting your time, Bones," Noel snapped, "They don't care, if they don't care then they'll never realized what that lump three feet above their arse if for."
"You could try to teach me," Michael suggested, causing Noel to roll her eyes.
Suddenly Susan broke into a fit of giggles and nudged Michael hard in the rib.
"Ouch," Michael cried, "What was that for—oh."
Comprehension dawned on Michael's face as Cho Chang rounded the corner carrying her typical stack of papers.
Harry closed his eyes; somehow Susan had recruited Michael in her quest to reunite the famous Potter/Chang couple, and they took these little opportunities to their advantage.
"Morning, Cho," Susan said loudly, to make she noticed them.
Cho gave her polite smile and nodded, "Good day."
"Where you off to?" Michael asked, blocking her path.
Cho sighed, and Harry realized she must have also been getting annoyed with Michael and Susan's little game.
"I have some papers to deliver to Alastor Moody," Cho replied flatly.
"Papers, aye?" Michael asked peering over the stack.
"Yes, now if you don't mind," Cho started, "I really need to be on my way."
"Those look terribly heavy," Susan comments.
Cho shook her head but Michael had already seized the stack from her arms.
"I'll give you a hand," Michael said quickly before she could stop him.
Cho sighed, "Honestly, I'm fine…"
"Michael, we're going to be late in meeting Master Blackfoot. Give those papers to Harry, he can help Cho to her destination," Susan instructed, doing her best acting job.
Michael ginned like a foolish schoolboy and dumped the load off in Harry's arm, "Thanks, Harry… you kids behave."
With that Susan and Michael dashed down the corridor.
Noel tutted, "Hurry along, Potter—we have our own meeting to attend."
"Really Harry, I can manage," Cho pleaded, reaching out to take her stake of papers back from Harry.
Harry froze for a moment before moving the papers out of her grasp, "I don't mind."
Cho closed her eyes and took a deep breath before starting down the corridor. Harry quickly followed.
"So, why are you going to see Master Moody?" Harry asked, hoping to bring up some conversation between the two.
Cho smiled lightly and pointed to the stack of papers Harry was carrying, "It's the final edit on my report."
"Did you ever decide who attacked me?" Harry asked, hoping she'd sense he didn't want to go into an in depth discussion on who was out to kill him this time.
She suddenly frowned, "No, it's going to remain incomplete. I have several lose ends, but something, somewhere just doesn't add up. We checked all the security placements, and nothing was or has been breeched. I just don't get it. I have a theory—but nobody but Alastor Moody seems to think it's very valid, that's why I'm bringing this copy to his office."
"You think it was an inside job?" Harry deduced, grinning at his own brilliance.
Cho nodded, "It's the only thing that makes sense. I don't know."
"So, how is Marietta?" Harry asked casually, before the conversation was lost.
Cho shook her head again, "You hate Marietta."
Harry raised his eyebrows, "No I don't. She hates me, remember?"
"Oh, how could I forget," Cho joked.
"I take it she's her old annoying self then," Harry said lightly.
Cho laughed in spite of herself, "She just doesn't think to highly of you."
"And what do you think?" Harry asked.
Cho swallowed hard and lowered her head, "I don't know what I think."
Harry finally sucked it up. He had stalled for time and petty conversation long enough. It was time to swallow that Gryffindor pride and gravel.
"Listen Cho, I've been trying to talk to you, but you keep running away from me. I'm sorry, what else do you want me to say? What else do you want me to do?"
Cho's eyes widened as she locked eyes with him, "Nothing Harry, you don't have to do or saying anything."
"Then why won't you forgive me?" Harry asked bluntly.
Cho lowered her eyes, in fear they would water and give away her fake strength, "You haven't done anything wrong. You don't need for me to forgive you."
Harry smiled nervously, "Can we get together, sometime—away from the Academy."
She slowly came to a stop and sighed, "Harry…"
"I'm not asking for anything—I'd just like to spend some time with you," Harry said quickly before she could decline.
"I'm really busy right now… I'll think about it," Cho said softly, blushing at her words.
Harry reached out and dared to touch her cheek, "There's that blush I use to know so well."
"I'm not blushing," Cho defended, "I've got to go. Thanks for carrying my report."
Harry fumbled for a moment before handing the stack back over to Cho, "Anytime."
Cho turned away then stopped and walked back up to Harry, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. She then dashed off inside a corridor of offices, not stopping to look back.
Cho felt her heart pounding in her chest as a gigantic grin spread across her face. She was falling in love all over again. Harry was just how she remembered him when she was younger. He was clumsy with words and shy. Yet, he had grown up so much at the same time. He was more collected, more worried. She sighed letting her thought drift away for a moment.
Cho almost dropped her papers as she caught sight of her mentor pushing through Moody's door behind her.
"I thought you'd be here. We've got to go immediately. There has been an attack," December said in one breath.
Cho set her papers down and wasted no time in following her mentor out the door, not that there was any time to waste. December walked in brisk pace as a few other Aurors joined them in the flooing room.
"We've made a portkey, but then we learned Moody charmed his home to reject them. Now, there are no Death Eaters still active at the location, but they could return, if they feel it is a vulnerable situation," December began. "I know floo isn't the travel of choice, but Moody has made it inaccessible for us to reach his establishment by any other method. When you reach the grate for Alastor's home, the password is Lemon Drops."
Without any further instructions the Aurors began grabbing handfuls of floo and plunging into the fire. Moments later Cho felt herself sliding into Moody house covered in soot and ash.
"Cho, over here," December barked.
Cho wasted no time joining her master side. Eros and another Auror she knew as Buck were guarding a face from her past she didn't care to ever see again. Draco Malfoy sat between them with a disgruntled expression chiseled onto his pale face.
"Thank Merlin," Eros said with a smile as he spotted Cho, "I was hoping December would allow you to take part in this clean up."
"What happened?" Cho asked looking around at the wrecked room.
Draco narrowed his eyes towards her, but didn't dare a word. Eros offered no explanation he simply placed a hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to take his place on the watch. Cho stood near Malfoy giving him cold look, before beginning to absorb the surroundings.
"What do you see, Chang?" Buck asked noticing her look of concentration.
"Was Mad-Eye attacked?" Cho asked.
Buck nodded, "Yea, old Moody gave them a good fight apparently. Took out three of them before they got the better of him."
Malfoy snickered as he curled his lip into a sarcastic grin.
"What's so funny, Malfoy?" Cho asked in a stern voice.
"Nothing love," Malfoy teased.
Cho shuddered at he spoke then turned away.
"Apparently Malfoy here took up the fight after Moody was struck down. Ironic huh? Moody owes his life to a Malfoy," Buck laughed.
Cho head whipped around quickly as her eyes grew wide. Had she heard the Auror correctly?
"Cho, where did Eros run off to?" Tonks asked as she approached, breaking Cho out of her shock.
"I don't know," Cho answered, "He was here a moment ago."
"I think he went to go check on the corpses. The clean-up crew is trying to determine the cause of death," Buck answered.
Cho sighed as Tonks nodded and walked off with her notepad in hand.
"Hey, Chang, your mentor is motioning for you. Go on, I'll keep an eye on Malfoy," Buck said with a quick head motion towards December.
Cho smiled as she made her way across the room towards her mentor.
"I need you to go to the corpses and document what the Healer is claiming the cause of death is. Then I want you to check the bodies for any evidence. Eros is already over there so just assist him," December instructed before turning towards another set of Aurors and barking out a few more orders.
Cho didn't have time to ask any questions as she followed a few of her colleagues towards the pile of bodies in the back of the house.
"Who took your watch?" Eros asked, not looking up from his examination.
"Buck said he has it under control," Cho answered.
Eros nodded as he pointed his wand at one of the bodies and levitated it off the floor; "Rodolphus Lestrange, we've been looking for him for awhile now."
Cho swallowed hard, "What do you need me to do?"
"Levitated that one over there and see if you can see the Dark Mark," Eros instructed.
"Who is she?" Cho asked softly as she pulled out her wand.
Eros looked over her, "Dunno-- a nobody…"
Cho shivered slightly at Eros's words. She didn't believe anybody could be nobody.
" Wingardium Leviosa, " Cho recited allowing the nameless Death Eater to hover off the ground. She looked so young, but Cho was sure she didn't know her.
"Yes, she has the Dark Mark," Cho confirmed, "but it's fading."
Eros nodded, "Yea, so is Lestranges's."
"What does that mean?" Cho asked biting her lip suddenly.
Eros took a deep breath, "That a powerful wizard is trying to take the Dark Lord's place."
Cho glanced over her shoulder back towards the kitchen, "Is Moody going to be alright?"
Eros smiled slightly reaching out to touch Cho's face, "Always worried about others…"
"Shouldn't I?" Cho asked moving quickly out of his touch.
"Moody is going to be fine," Eros finally revealed. "We're all done here. Tell December that it is as we suspected."
Cho turned quickly and made her way back into the crowded room. Relief washed over her as she thought about how thankful she was Eros was no longer her mentor.
Remus,
I'm so sorry about having to cancel on you on such short notice. There has been a development that I could not avoid attending. I feel like I don't have time to think with my Auror duties and my responsibilities to Dumbledore's campaign.
Can I take a rain check? I promise I'll make it up to you.
Love,
December
Remus Lupin sighed as he read over her words again. She always was someone who took her responsibilities too seriously. He still remember Sirius's complain that she choose her career over him. Was that what he was feeling now? That the reason December wouldn't be his was because she was married to her career.
He shook his head with a forced laugh; he was starting to think like Sirius Black now. How could he be jealous of a job? He postponed writing a letter back to her immediately. He knew she wouldn't receive it for a while anyway.
Instead of dwelling on his cancelled evening he turned to the stack of upgraded papers on his desk. He was the king of procrastination; he should have graded those particular papers days ago. With a sigh his mind began to list the other things he had procrastinated. The top of the list was clear; he had never gotten around to talking to Harry about running for Minister.
Somehow Remus didn't know what had come over him, but the more the thought of December and the more he thought of Harry he was overcome with guilt. He was living a life that shouldn't be his. This was supposed to be Sirius's life. Sirius was the one who had won the love of December. Sirius was the one who Harry thought of as a father. Remus was just a replacement.
The only reason Harry had even gotten closer to Remus was because Sirius was gone, and the only reason December was canceling on dinner dates with him was because Sirius was gone.
His mind continued to wander, remembering how he always was following in Sirius and James's shadows. He laughed bitterly as he thought people must have thought he was no better than Peter. Suddenly his thought shifted. Peter Pettigrew was still rotting away in a cell in Azkaban. Remus had promised to visit, but never really intended to.
He began to wonder if Peter was still alive. Wormtail was always weak; Remus never really thought he'd last very long in Azkaban. In all honesty, he never thought Sirius would have lasted long either. Sirius was always the emotional type.
"Papers, Remus, papers," Moody lectured himself. He glanced at the stack and the memories started again. It was going to be a long night.
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