Authors Notes: I realized there was a contridtiction with Moody being killed off in this chapter, and then later reappearing. That was a mistake, so now I had Remus kill off Dung instead.

Chapter 15 Vinco Custos

In had been nearly a week since his escape, and he had finally at last given up the resistance to the harsh reality that surrounded him. He already had more on his plate then he was able to chew. By now, he had dropped a few things of less importance and fallen into a daily routine.

Remus sat groggily up in bed, after another one of his late night Potter Mansion wonderings. He was no longer a prisoner as he was allowed to go and do whatever he pleased without being disturbed by anyone. Yet he found himself trapped more then ever before. It had only been a week, but he had already been through hell and back.

Yes, Hell, that was what poor Professor Remus Lupin found himself in the past few days. The prince had tormented him mentally and emotionally, and surprisingly he had physically tormented himself.

He sat in the hallway, undisturbed by anyone. No one passed through that particular hallway. Perhaps that was good, as whoever might have passed by would have ended up dead. Remus at the moment, was not someone to be messed with.

He heaved in a sigh. Lupin had calmed down quite a bit after his little escape from the dungeons and then the brutal killing of 20 Death Eaters. He was still covered in blood, fresh, warm blood that he could not distinguish between his own and the enemies.

Numerous reactions and emotions rushed in and out of him, but he tried his best to suppress it. For the moment, he was able to do so. He had calmed down quite a bit, and there was no one and nothing that seemed life threatening.

A hiss came from the side. It was small and minute, yet loud enough to disturb the silence. Remus stilled and without moving a muscle, just using his eyes, he located a small black over coated, yellow bellied snake in the shadows. It hissed again, minding it's own business, staring intently at him. Lupin growled low, warningly, not to be disturbed. The snake did nothing but eyed him with a fixed stare.

Under the gaze of the snake, he felt as though he was being watched closely. The snake had done nothing to make him think that way, yet he was restless. Finally, at the fourth hiss, he snapped and jumped onto his feet. The snake, startled at the sudden movement slid hurriedly away to report back to his Master.

Remus didn't know what he was doing. He followed the snake for a distance until it had disappeared completely. Making sure that no one was around, he plopped himself onto the floor, sitting with his back against the wall.

Not ten minutes had passed when he was once again disturbed. It was a soft digging done frantically. Not able to resist his curiosity, he listened carefully before following the sound.

Navigating through the maze like corridors by sound, the Professor had came upon some lone Death Eaters, three or four at the most. At first, he avoided them knowing that he would not come out alive if he did. However, that slowly changed when he found that it was impossible to get to his destination.

Remus watched as two Death Eaters approached. They were talking in whispers having no clue that death laid in front of them. Remus waited patiently, the same way that the wolf would have done. Then, under the name of revenge, the man lunged forward and killed his prey.

Revenge, in the name of vengeance he would become the avenger. He would kill the Death Eaters that came his way, which happened twice more. Using the excuse of avenging his fellow prisoners and Dumbledore and the innocent, Remus brutally killed the men of the Master's.

That was how the man made his way toward the sound that had first attracted his attention. He just cut a path through the Death Eaters, not caring that they were just as helpless as he was.

It was another 15 minutes before Remus was exhausted. His whole body ached and he was drenched in blood. The next few Death Eaters that did stumble upon his path were fortunate as he felt too tired to continue battling. Slowly, he made his way towards the sound that had caught his attention, straining his ears.

Clank! His feet hit something hard. He swore softly. There was a large group of Death Eaters gathered and he had intentionally thought of blending in with the shadows and walls to get across. He knew that there was no way to walk out alive if he charged through that group. That was why he hated himself for making such a sound. He hoped against hope that though the clank was loud, everyone else's chatter would cover it.

The Death Eaters did notice. They all froze and turned their gaze on him, or where he was. Remus had no choice but to step out from the shadows. He clenched his fist, waiting to be attacked. Seconds ticked by, and then minutes turned into eternity with neither side moving. Remus waited for what he knew was inevitable to come.

It never came.

The Death Eaters for one reason or another did not attack. Perhaps it might have been the bloodied body, or maybe the threatening gaze that the wolf was sending. Whatever it was, some of the Death Eaters took a step back. It wasn't noticeable until Remus took small steps forward. The Death Eaters retreated. The steps became larger, and the Death Eaters moved back. Very soon, a path opened up before the wolf. At first, Lupin hesitated, but then he figured there was nothing to lose, and so he walked straight in, making his way safely across to the other side.

Lupin turned back to look at the group, surprised to find that they were focused back to whatever they had previously been doing, ignoring him and what had happened earlier.

'Perhaps it is for the best. If this could continue, then I probably won't have to kill anymore just for the heck of it.' The wolf mused as he hurriedly continued on his path.

He found his target the moment he rounded the corner. He nearly collided with the bald man.

Wormtail was busily using his hands to move in a digging motion. His right leg was bleeding, the blood escaping from what seem like an oversized mousetrap.

For a minute, Remus's eyes glistened dangerously as he watched his 'friend' try to free himself from the trap.

'Oh well. Whatever he did, he deserves it. That man did kill Lily and James even if not directly. He did cause Sirius to end up in Azkaban. He did hurt Harry. He did hurt me. Whatever he did to get this way, he deserved it.'

For the first time since the potion was in place, Remus agreed with his own thoughts. There was no way he was going to let this chance slip by. He would avenge his dead friends.

"Hello Peter. Need a hand?" The rat froze. A shiver could be traced down the bald man's back. Slowly he looked up to find Remus standing before him. He squeaked at the condition the man was in, jumping up from the floor and backed considerably away from him.

"Re…Re…Remus…old…old…friend…." The rat spoke, trembling. "My…my…friend…" he tried again, but received an emotionless stone face. There was something glistening dangerously in the wolf's eyes. The brown orbs were fixed upon him as though it had corned a prey. It terrified Peter to be stared at that way. Remus walked slowly forward. Suddenly he grabbed Wormtail by his neck.

"Friend?" Remus choked out. "How dare you call me your friend! You killed Lily and James. You sent Sirius to Azkaban. You are the reason why Harry turned out the way he did! You are the reason why I have to do this. "

Wormtail squirmed as he was lifted off the ground, and was let dangling.

"Please Moony. Please, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean for any of these things to happen…"

Remus growled angrily, cutting him off.

"You didn't mean it? Sure, right I believe you…."

"Please…I'll do anything…anything… please…"

Remus tighten his grip.

"James and Lily and Sirius and Harry wouldn't have wanted to see you this way. They wouldn't want you to be a murder because of me…"

Remus let go and the man came down, falling hard on his back.

"For your information Peter, I've just broke out of the cell and on my way here I've managed to cover myself in a sea of your fellow Death Eater's blood. I would not mind adding yours to it…"

Wormtail cowered at Remus' feet, shaking uncontrollably.

"I'm here to avenge James and Lily and Sirius. I've come to confront the bloody murderer, the traitor."

"Then I'm not the one you're looking for. It's Harry you want, and it's me you've got." Surprisingly a smile crept over Wormtail. "You've lost him you know. He's not Harry Potter no more. Face it Remus Lupin. You're a poor excuses for a guardian…

Look he's even turned you into a bloodied murderer! Did you really think you could have made it out of that cell without his help? Did you really think you could have gotten this far alone? How many more will need to die for the sake of vengeance?

That's why you were never named his godfather. As terrible as the mutt was, he did do his job. Harry's pass saving and you know it. You can't do anything. How do you expect to ever face James Lily and Sirius again, knowing that you've failed them, more…"

Wormtail never finished his line. He was dead before he could complete the true statement.

That had only been the beginning. It had been the first day since his breakout. From there on things went downhill, down a slippery slope. Of course there were improvements, as the Death Eaters never bothered him again. Both sides kept to themselves and Remus was content with that. He was left to wander the area, the entire manor without being disturbed. Of course he had tried to escape. As predicted, apparation, portkey and floo were ruled out, so there was no way to do so. He had already scoped the entire Manor, and no door, no passageway led outside of the Manor. Somehow, if he wanted to escape, he ended up in front of his room, a place where he had found after scooping around.

Remus stretched a bit, sat up in bed and absent mindedly reached for a bottle of blue liquid. It was a potion that harmed him, more then it helped him. However, without it, he fell into withdrawal, bad withdrawal, one that as he found out harshly, could only be satisfied with the death of another. Frankly, he had to admit, he rather be under the influence to keep it under control, then take away another life, Death Eater or no Death Eater. Of course he had tried to fight it, resist it, but he had soon learned not to, and he had learned the hard way, in the end, taking away an innocent life.

After drowning the potion, the Professor stared down at the outfit that was folded neatly next to his bedside, the same set which had also been provided by Harry.

It was a complete set of dress robes, non decorative but much more elegant then that of a Death Eater. It was entirely black. The mask fit perfectly on the user's face, as though it was a mold of the real thing, making every small facial emotion show. Just for identity purposes, it changed the user's voice so that it became undistinguishable. The robes, though jet black, was outlined with silver and green strands which intertwined together to form the Master's Mark on the left sleeve. There was a pair of gloves, quite ordinary as though it was a Muggle product. The cape, similar to the robes design, had the Mark on its upper outer side. Though small, it was still noticeable. Then there was the pair of dragon hide boots, ones that could be brought at any store in Diagonal Alley. Lastly there was a necklace, though it was more like a collar. Like the cape and robe, it had the Master Mark imprinted on the outer back. On the front, inside was imprinted "vinco custos". With the limited Latin knowledge that Remus possessed, he figure it meant something like 'master's guardian'. The outside front of the collar had the word "Avenger".

He frowned as he quickly changed his clothes. He wore the necklace last so that people could actually see it. The mask hung loosely on his neck, as he didn't feel like putting that on until the required time.

Remus sighed defeated. His hands wrapped around his legs before he pulled them close to his chest. He rested his head on them. For a middle aged man, he looked quite young, almost like a lost child, waiting for a hand that would help him off the floor. That hand never came. He had been brutally crushed, and now there was no one but himself to pick up the fallen pieces. He would have said he was on his own, yet he knew it wasn't true. As much as he hated it, the words "vinco custos" was very true. He was indeed Harry's guardian and under no circumstance or scenario was that to change.

In fact more then ever before he felt helpless as he knew that Harry knew that Remus knew his responsibility and seemed to use it against the old man. It was as though Harry was doing all this just to get a reaction, something that Remus had managed not to do under whatever circumstances. It felt like a gambling game where losing was not an option, nor was backing down. To some extent, Remus felt as though Harry was toying with him, throwing out these hazards to everyone and everything in the world, including himself, and then sitting back and did nothing as he waited to be rescued by his guardian on a long doomed to sink ship, long before the ship had left shore.

Somewhere in the Manor, he knew a Death Eater Meeting was being called. Though he had no mark, the Mark's on the robe and cape were enough to notify him. Lupin was not required to attend, only if he wanted to. That at the moment was not something the Professor felt like doing, so early in the morning.

Only in a week, this was the tenth meeting. The meetings weren't daily, some occurred twice a day and others occurred once or sometimes two days before the next one. He had accidentally walked into the first one, had purposely gone to the second one in hopes of wrecking it, and then was thrown out of the third to fourth one as he still carried the same intentions. It was the fifth one that really got him as he made his first kill of the 'enemy' or better known as his-use-to-be-friends , to the delight of the Prince. That had left him with numbness, a sickening feeling that ran throughout his body. He skipped the sixth meeting and that was when he began to fall into deep withdrawal. He had unintentionally become so addicted that it that it became impossible for him to live without it. He was finally 'cured' after the seventh Death Eater meeting which occurred two days after the sixth meeting where he had made his first kill just to get the potion. Since then, he had attended the eighth and ninth one, doing the same thing, all just for the potion, making it part of his routine.

Remus enjoyed his free time. Yes, it was two full days since the Wormtail incident, but he was still living in the Potter Manor. Somehow he had learned to compromise and make the best out of what was thrown at him. He spent the days and nights wandering the Manor, mentally making a Map that would forever reside in his mind. He only ate and rested when it was absolutely necessarily. It was during those times that Harry managed to slip the potion into his food. It was not effective as it wasn't taking on a daily basis, but it was enough to change the man slowly without him realizing it.

He found himself in the North East Wing of the Manor. Lupin had already charted the South West where the dungeons were, and the South East where a private dueling arena lay. Everywhere else was still foreign to him. Well not really. Somehow Lupin found himself in both the past and the present. Most of what he had encountered thus far was base on the original blueprint of the Potter Manor. Harry had expanded and added much so that as familiar as the paths where, they were at the same time a dangerous maze.

At this moment in time, the manor was oddly quiet. Usually he would bump into one or two people, but today he hadn't seen a single soul. The place was filled with an eerier silence. Nothing within 50 feet of him was alive.

That though, wasn't the thing that was bothering him. He didn't mind the silence, in fact he had grown use to it. What was bothering him was the gut feeling that something behind the dusty, spider web covered door. Usually his curiosity got to him and he never hesitated before entering a room. There was nothing to worry about as by now he was safer inside the manor then outside, and that the Death Eaters left him alone. He didn't know about Harry as they never bumped into each other yet, but he knew nothing too bad would happen to him. How he knew he could not tell.

Remus stared at the door before him. He reached out for the handle, but paused as something told him he'll regret finding out what was inside, yet at the same time another feeling told him he'd regret not going in.

'Oh please Remus. How old are you? It's probably an abandoned room that Harry does not know about.' Lupin thought to himself. 'Or maybe it's a keep out sign, a warning to stay away as there might be something in there that the boy does not want you to know about.'

Not able to decide, he decided to go for it. Against his better judgment, he went for it. That was a mistake, a costly mistake.

The door swung open. A scream, a shrill broke the silence. Remus froze at what he saw inside. The room was dark and gloomy. The walls were bare, with nothing noticeable. Inside, pack and full was a ring of Death Eaters, many of them. They were quiet and stood quite still in a very orderly fashion. Within them were another ring, and then another, smaller as it went inside.

He couldn't see what was happening and the shrill screams were getting onto his nerves. Noting that none of the Death Eaters had made a move, even after the door banged with a loud smack, he slowly and carefully pushed his way up to the front. No one bothered him, much less pay attention to him.

In the center was Arthur Weasley, screaming hoarsely, surrounded by his own pool of blood. The two Death Eater's that were enjoying themselves were quite merciless.

Lupin shut his eyes until it became unbearable. He opened them and let them dart at anywhere but the people before him. He found that the ring of Death Eaters were actually in a half circle. Opposite the door was a throne and on the throne sat Harry Potter. Something flickered in Remus as he noted the position the man sat in and what he was surrounded by. He realized that he was in the very room that Harry had broadcast his public speech.

He also realized that he wasn't the only one being observant. Harry had noticed him as well but had said nothing. The other too seemed as though he was studding the werewolf. The two pair of eyes met, and Remus received a 'What do you do Remus when the Minister would be better off dead, but death is not an option?' The two stared at each other intently. Finally Remus broke the gaze with a final glare.

'If you have the Will to do so, then you will succeed.' Lupin ignored that thought. Instead he turned and just like the way he came, he made his way out \ towards the door, this time a little more forceful then he had entered.

"Finish him" was the last thing that carried out of the room before the door slammed shut.

-----second meeting-------

Once again, he stood before the doors in the North East Wing of the Potter Manor. This time the door's appearance took the form of a regular door, looking identical to the ones near it. It no longer attracted attention.

Remus took in a deep breath. This time he was ready. Earlier today, he had seen three Death Eaters drag two boys, who he vaguely recalled as fourth year Hufflepuff siblings into the room. Immediately he had darted back into his own room and took anything that could be considered a dangerous weapon. Now he was standing before the shut doors with two daggers, one in each hand. Taking in a slow deep breath, he opened the doors.

As he had predicted, no one noticed or bothered him. The Death Eaters were too keen on the torture that lay in front of them. The unison screams of the Hufflepuff's outmatched that of Arthur's and covered completely the sound of the slamming doors.

Ignoring the scent of fresh blood, the screaming and the possibility that he might not make it out alive, Remus darted forward towards the nearest Death Eater and slit the back of his neck. The figure fell silently onto the floor, without anyone noticing him. Lupin continued his task, cutting a silent blood path, darting in and out of the Death Eaters, advancing and retreating at the same time. Left and right, people dropped dead before him.

Remus marveled at his success, smirking inwardly to himself. The smirk disappeared after about ¼ of the Death Eaters laid dead and the other ¾ began to realize what was happening. Havoc ensured for about 15 more minuets until the group of hooded black figures regained composure stopping all movements and turned to face the bloodied man. Even the screams of the tortured had ceased. Everyone, everyone was staring at Remus Lupin.

"My…my…a silent stealth killer are we?" Harry acknowledged the man for the first time since the other's 'escape'. "It must run in the family" Remus rolled his eyes. He tightened his grip on both daggers, glaring at the man above them, waiting for 'Kill him' to be spoken out loud.

"You think I wouldn't have noticed? True, if I weren't sitting up this high, I wouldn't have. Yet, I was, and lucky for me, I've got the aerial view." Harry paused. "It was like a ripple, a wave, starting at the back, and then making its way forward, advancing and retreating, much like the movement of a snake."

Remus growled, sounding more like a wolf then a human.

"What have you got to say for your self?"

No one spoke for a long time. Then suddenly Remus lifted his right hand, drew it back, and threw the dagger straight at the man on the throne. "This" he replied coldly. Not needing to be ordered, the closes Death Eaters wrestled Lupin onto the floor, taking away the other dagger, before pinning him onto the floor. No one realized that there werewolf made no attempt to retaliate.

Harry was surprised at the strength, speed and accuracy that the dagger came at. At first he wasn't expecting it to make it that far. After all, Harry and Remus were at the opposite ends of each other about 50 feet away, plus Harry was towering over the others at another 20-30 feet. The dagger came closer and closer, so that in mere seconds, it was only 10 feet away, aimed directly at his Adam's apple. Harry concentrated his powers onto his right hand, and lifted it to where the dagger was. He could feel the eyes on him, but he ignored it. It was becoming hard to breathe as the air around him quickened and a cold icy breeze enclosed around him. Long before the dagger was to hit its target, Harry had already felt the sharp pain that was caused by the wind, and his breathing had long become difficult. As the dagger passed his index and middle figure, Harry eyed the smooth flat surface of the blade before enclosing it. The dagger continued to move forward, bringing his hand with it. Harry was startled to the point where he rushed all his energy to his fingertips, hopping to stop it. Eventually, it did stop, but not after piercing the fragile skin at least 1 and ½ inches deep.

Sweat formed around the Prince's entire body. He was surprised that he was still alive. Small drips of blood escaped. Without thinking he immediately performed a healing spell to close the wound on his neck. The two fingers that held the dagger were trembling slightly and were vibrating with a fierce pain. Harry closed his eyes and reopened them, knowing fully well that if he had been someone else, he would have been dead with the entire blade stuck in his neck.

He glanced down at Remus who was staring keenly at him. The two eyed each other deeply, neither believing what had happened. Remus was sure that Harry was dead, and surprised that he wasn't. Harry was surprised that Remus was capable of such a fleet. Finally the older man tilted his gaze away, and for a brief moment, Harry thought the other had inclined his head towards him, but the next moment he knew he had imaged it. He watched as Remus got up, turned and left without a sound, followed closely by at least 10 Death Eaters.

To his surprise, the Death Eaters did nothing to him. They all eyed Remus with a new light. The group walked in silence, only departing after they had escorted the man back to his room.

-----fifth meeting ------

He stood outside of the door once more. This time there were two Death Eaters that were guarding the outside, each eyeing him suspiciously with an outstretched wand.

"Let me through." Remus muttered darkly.

The Death Eater at the right spoke up. "Only if you have no intentions of harming the Master or our fellow comrades. Otherwise we will escort you back."

"Let me in…" Remus repeated, recalling how he was thrown out after forcefully entering and trying to force havoc and destruction in the room, failing in his assassination attempts. "If I did, I would have brought some weapon, would I not?" The Death Eaters did not reply, only eyeing him suspiciously. At last, they opened the door and followed him inside.

To Remus' surprise, he was not met with the usual screams of the tortured victims. In fact, the room was filled with a deathly silence. He slowly made his way to the front, pushing his way through the hooded figures.

He stared rooted to the floor. About 20 feet from him was Mundungus Fletcher with his arms and legs bent in a way that reminded him of Cho's owl. Although he didn't like Dung and his dealings, Remus didn't want this fate to befall his Order companion. By now Remus was quite accustomed to blood and gore, yet he found himself frightened. The pair of eyes that were fixed on him caused him to inwardly flinch. It was filled with emotions that Remus could decipher as hatred and…and…betrayal.

'Betrayal…' Lupin wondered why the man was staring at him like that. If looks could kill, Remus would have long been dead. Then it hit the man. Remus realized in horror at why that was possible.

Here he was Remus Lupin, in his shabby worn out Professor clothes, in the mist of Death Eaters. No, not only that, he was in the mist of Death Eaters, quite healthy staring at his friend who was being tortured in front of him, without doing anything, and instead carrying an emotionless face.

Suddenly, he could not take it anymore. A million things rushed through him. Thousands of "what-if's" crossed his mind.

'What if Dung wasn't killed today? He'll tell the others. They'll mistaken me as a traitor. What if he was killed today? Then I would be blamed for being a coward by not doing anything. I'll still be marked as a traitor. If that man walks out, and this gets out, I'll be dammed, not by the Dark Order, but by my own friends.'

Without thinking, he grabbed the closes man's wand. Immediately everything froze. The people surrounding him had their wands pointed at him, daring him to move. Remus didn't care. He was too wrapped up in his "what-if". With a single movement, he pointed his wand at Dung and yelled. "Avada Kedavra" The green light shot out of the wand like a bullet and killed the man instantly.

The already deathly silence couldn't become more silent. Confused eyes darted between Lupin and Dung. The werewolf did not say a word. He returned the person his wand and walked out, with the Death Eater's parting and making an open path for him.

------seventh meeting-------

His whole body was trembling, shaking uncontrollably. Ever since the fifth meeting, Remus was not fed the Potion. The man fell into withdrawal, deep withdrawal. He was becoming livid and short tempered. Lupin snapped at anything and anyone that was out of place. He was also becoming quite dangerous, and uncontrollable. The Death Eaters were warned to stay away from the man. Of course Lupin knew nothing of this. He had only suspected that he had acted this way because of taking the life away from Dung.

He had skipped the sixth meeting, trying to recover from what had happened. It only became worst as signs of withdrawal grew and the viciousness became uncontainable. It was during this time, when he found the splendid outfit laid out on his bedside table with a simple 'I can help you' scribbled next to it. Remus growled frustrated. He recognized the Mark immediately and had sworn to himself that no matter what happened, he would not bend to the Prince's will. Yet, it had not taken long or much to change his mind. He was changing for the worst and he knew it, but could do nothing to prevent it.

Now once again, Remus found himself standing before the doors that led to the torture chamber. He had put on the whole outfit, including the mask as though it could hide him. He had no intention for the others to know who he was. The only thing he had not put on was the necklace, and that was something that no one could make him do.

The Death Eater's guarding the door seemed to incline their heads before opening the doors for him. As expected, the room was filled with screams. However, before the doors shut completely a high-pitched laugh overlapped the screams. After the laugh died down, all was silent.

"Wise decision Avenger" Harry spoke, clapping softly as he left his seat and floated down to the center of the room, standing next to the Death Eater who had been torturing Dean and Molly. With a wave of his hand, the Death Eater retreated and joined the others in the half circle.

Remus slowly made his way forward, taking his time, hearing murmurs run through the crowd. He stopped when he was a mere 2 feet away from the man. Glancing to his side, he noticed both Molly and Dean eyeing him suspiciously with dreaded terror in their eyes.

Harry took a step closer. He reached out to a hidden pocket in the outfit and pulled out the necklace. Remus wondered briefly how the younger man had known. Harry stepped back a bit so that both of them had some breathing space.

"Kneel" It came out softly, not an order, not a command, not even harsh. It sounded more of a request, a polite request at that. Remus was confused and did not know what to do. Harry must have seen the dazed expression even behind the mask as he spoke again in a voice that only the two of them could hear. Not even Molly and Dean who were only 5 feet away heard the short monologue that occurred.

"By accepting the outfit, you have accepted your role in society. You made a decision when you put that outfit on. You made the choice. You have already spoken. Now you will keep your word of honor. As will I."

"Kneel" Harry tried again, speaking so that all could hear. The older man slowly did as he was told. "Remove your mask" Remus hesitated. If he was only in front of Harry and his followers, he would not care. However, he was not, and he did not want any of his friends to find out.

"Remove your mask" Harry continued, hinting that his patience was running low and that it would not be wise to test it. Sighing defeated, Remus did as he was told. As expected both Molly and Dean made a fuss, Molly a little more then Dean. Dean muttered a surprised "Professor Lupin!" Molly however had squinted her eyes and was commenting in inappropriate ways. Remus tried hard to ignore the comments, biting in his anger as he held his tongue to keep from snapping at them with a "This is all for the best, and you know it! For once in your life Molly don't budge into something you know nothing of!"

"Good" Harry smirked, quite pleased.

"I, Harry Potter, the Half-Blood Prince, the Master of the Dark Order, herby dub Remus John Lupin as Avenger, as vinco custos."

Having said that, Harry bent down and put on the necklace on the other man. Then using both hands, Harry helped his guardian stand on his feet. Harry snapped his fingers. A box appeared. It was plain on the outside and covered in black velvet on the inside. There were only two things that it consisted of, the first was a bottle of the Potion and the second, and the second was a wand. Remus' eyes brighten after seeing his own wand intact and in good condition.

No words needed to be spoken. A mutual understanding formed. When the box had first been opened, Remus had recognized the smell that he had hungered for, but had been missing from his meals. His eyes gleamed as he picked up the blue liquid and pocketed it. He turned back to his wand and then to Harry and then to his wand. Finally he nodded. He took the wand and twirled it in his fingers. Slowly he turned and faced the prisoners, who had been mute during the whole time.

"Remus…" Molly seemed to plead as she took in the pair of emotionless eyes, searching but not able to find anything.

"What did you do to him?" Molly spat at Harry, turning to the Prince. "What the hell did you do?"

"I've done nothing. I've only showed him the truth. Brought light upon him when the world was consumed in darkness." Harry smirked.

Molly rolled her eyes.

"I'm quite myself Molly." Remus interrupted, noticing that she was staring at the place where he had pocketed the Potion. "I've made my choice." He reached out and griped Harry's shoulder. "And I will live with it."

"Life is a precious thing and in no means will I sacrifice mine. I believe that everyone has a purpose, you, me, Harry..." Remus spoke softly. "I will fulfill my purpose and will do nothing to jeopardize the chance of succeeding. There are battles to fight, and battles to avoid. This will fall in the latter one."

"And what do you believe is Harry's purpose…Professor?" Dean asked shaking. "Do you really think he's meant to cause chaos and destruction and ruin everyone's lives?"

"Yes…" came the hesitant reply.

"and yours…Professor?"

Remus didn't seem to answer immediately, pondering his reply.

"Just as the name applies. I will tread the path of those before me. James, Lily, Sirius, Voldemort…"

"And ours?"

"To die so that a greater purpose can be fulfilled through it." Was the simple and quick reply.

There was a soft cough that came from Harry.

"Remus…" he said sharply.

The werewolf gave a quick nod.

"And I think that time is up." He spoke softly.

"You can't kill." Molly objected. "Never in my life have I seen you hurt anyone more then healable terms, even Death Eaters."

Remus pulled himself out of his memories. He stood up and stretched. Though he was not required to attend the meetings, he had found them quite enjoyable and fun. Besides, Harry had never called a meeting this early. There must be something more to it then killing and torturing. No, there was something more and Remus knew it. He could feel the winds changing and the tides turning. He didn't want to not be there when it happened.