Important note: as you all know I am really busy writing everything again. This chapter should fit in with the new version.

Important note 2: this fic won't contain any spoilers for HBP (as far as I know)

Not so important note 3: real life is really bothering me right now. Especially school who decided that should perform an opera. And guess what? I am in the bloody choir.

I think this is it for now. Enjoy reading.

'Thought'

'Inner voice, dream or memory'

"Speaking"

"Parseltongue"

Disclaimer: I own nothing, no need to remind me.

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Chapter 19

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"Catena" Lucius whispered. Chains appeared out of thin air and wrapped them selves around Voldemort. Who despite the chains was quite calm. He was actually bored. And the last time he was bored…Well let us say that you can better run for your sanity.

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Lucius Malfoy just made himself the biggest idiot on the planet. I mean what kind of servant are you if you cannot even recognize your own Master. Then without knowing that it is his Master, than binds him and is laughing about his little victory. One thing I know for sure is that Lucius Malfoy would be very sore the next morning if Lord Voldemort could use magic without the ministry noticing him.

"Lucius" Lord Voldemort hissed. He tilted his head up and locked his green eyes with the silver orbs of Lucius. That one word, spoken with barely controlled anger could make such a difference to ones demeanour. The blond man stiffened slightly upon hearing his name spoken with so much venom. He stopped laughing and averted his eyes to those of his captive. When he looked in those eyes, he was reminded of a time long forgotten. A time he did not wish to remember at all. But he did and memories overtook him for a few seconds. A certain memory lingered a little longer. How could he forget that particular event?

A group of no more than twenty Death Eaters stood in a large circle around the Dark Lord. Said person was pacing in that circle with an ugly sneer on his face. Occasionally he stopped and pointed his wand at the nearest Death Eater and hissed 'Crucio' or other Dark spells that inflicted a lot of pain. The reason for his anger was quit understandable. He had given them a simple order to kill a certain family.

And they had failed.

Lucius Malfoy was entrusted to lead the massacre. However, upon arrival the house was empty, save for the furniture. They searched the entire house but could not find anyone. The Fraiseur de Les Proverbes he knew was a family that had created spells throughout the centuries. Still nowadays, they created them if a person asked for it. Claiming it was their duty to provide the wizarding world with spells when necessary.

The Dark Lord had asked them to make a spell. However, they had declined saying that it was against the family law to create a spell that was going to be used for evil purposes. Lord Voldemort took the news not well. He immediately assembled a group of Death Eaters. He put Lucius Malfoy in charge of the operation. They would attack on the next new moon who was only a few days later.

Somehow, the McFalian clan was tipped off, and that could only mean one thing.

There was a spy among them.

He suddenly realized that he made a horrible mistake and released the spell. His face growing paler and paler while he took a few steps back from his Master and bowed.

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"Come in Remus." The old Headmaster said. He looked up with tired eyes and took a good look at the young man in front of him. As always, he wore slightly torn brown robes. His hair had gained a few strands of grey hair since the last time he had seen the man. The man's face had a tired look in them. But of course, there was a full moon only a few days ago. Focusing his attention back to the present where the young werewolf was waiting for him to finish his trail of thoughts.

Albus stood up walked up to Remus to give him a small hug that to other returned reluctantly. Taking a step back and checking the young man over again.

"Remus" Albus said. Taking a deep breath before he continued. "Do you know why you are here? Did Minerva say anything?" He quickly added.

"Yes… and no" Remus said hesitating a bit but he continued. "She muttered something about the Defence Against the Dark Arts and a certain potion that could help me on the full moon."

The old wizard nodded his head, his eyes twinkling madly. For some strange reason Remus did not trust that twinkle. Eyeing the Headmaster while he was walking back to his desk and sat in his comfortable chair. Dumbledore took his wand out and conjured a nice comfortable chair in front of Remus. With another swish a tray with two cups of tea and a small plate with Sherbets Lemon appeared. The werewolf raised his eyebrow but accepted the almost silent invitation.

Dumbledore took a small sip of his tea before he continued. "Let me explain to you a few things." He quickly put a sherbet lemon in his mouth. "You might or might not have heard about the fact that this is the third year in a row that I need to find another teacher for Defence Against the Dark Arts." Remus nodded but his mind was putting one and one together. "The reason why you are here is: Would you please fill the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Well this got Remus dumbfounds. Dumbledore for once in his life got to the point. For everything, there is a first time.

Remus eyes suddenly gained their own little twinkle but a sudden thought made it go away again. "I would like that, but…what about my…you know situation?"

The Headmasters eyes were still twinkling so that meant that he had a solution for his problem. The Transfiguration Professor did say something about a potion. But he had absolutely no idea how a potion could help, let alone if there is one.

Dumbledore chuckled a little at seeing the werewolf's face turn from happy to a deep thinking. Clearing his throat so that he could explain his solution. And giving a little after chuckle when he saw Remus turning a little red in the face.

"The solution is quite simple actually but I believe I am not the one that should explain this to you. If you would excuse me for a moment so that I can Fire-Call Severus. Since he is the one that will be providing you with the potion."

He turned around with his chair giving Remus no time to ask him questions. He took a handful of Floo-powder and threw it in the fire and saying "Hogwarts, Severus Snape's office." And he sat back in his chair waiting. Not three seconds later the voice of Severus Snape drawled trough the office demanding why the Headmaster disturbed him.

"Severus, would you mind coming up here if you don't mind?"

There was some grumbling from the other side that sounded suspiciously like 'interfering old headmasters' and 'old goats who wouldn't leave him alone'. And within seconds, the imposing figure of the potions Master stood in the office. The potions Master completely ignored the Headmaster and walked straight to Remus.

"Lupin" He sneered. "I should have known that this was about you."

Dumbledore sighed warily. Wondering if those two will ever get along. "Gentlemen, if you would please act like adults for once."

Both 'Gentlemen' dared to blush.

"Now Severus if you would be so kind to explain how you can help Remus."

Snape scowled but he answered. "This" He held op a goblet with some vile looking substance in it that he showed to Lupin. "is the Wolfsbane Potion. You will need to take it two days before the full moon. When the moment is there to finally transform it will be considerably less painful and you will be in full control. Any questions before I return to indulge myself in more interesting matters?" He raised one eyebrow and was about to add a little of sarcasm, but a stern look from the Headmaster did the trick of shutting him up.

Remus sat there, wide eyed taking it all in what just had been said. Suddenly forcefully reminded by a cough from Snape which he was supposed to answer. "No, uhh…so far I have no questions. None at all." He assured them. Truth to be told, he knew almost everything concerning that potion since he heard about it. In fact, he was even thinking on brewing it himself despite his lack of talent for that branch of magic.

Snape, feeling that he no longer was needed left the office trough the fire in a swirl of robes.

"Remus, are you sure you don't have any questions?" Dumbledore asked slightly curious.

"Yes Professor Dumbledore, I am quite sure I don't have any questions. I thought that I made that clear already." Seeing the raised eyebrow from the Headmaster, he explained. "I read all about it in a magazine and I did some research on my own." Like that would explain everything but the Headmaster didn't questioned him further on the matter. "Well… now that everything is done, I have a few questions regarding a certain student."

"Ah yes, you must be talking about Mr Potter. Am I correct?" Remus nodded slightly and he continued. "What I am about to say will no doubt shock you, but please understand that the Sorting Hat had its reasons for doing so."

A frown marred on his face, thinking of the possibility's in what House he could be. He figured out that Harry wasn't in Gryffindor. But what would no doubt shock him? Then it hit him.

"Harry was sorted in Slytherin, wasn't he?" He asked worriedly.

"Yes Remus he was, but like I said before, the Sorting hat had its reason's for doing so."

"James would be so disappointed." And he stormed out of the office to collect his thoughts and perhaps pay a visit to a certain Potions Master.

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"Lucius" He hissed dangerously. "Are you tempting me?"

"No. no.m-m-my Lord." Malfoy stuttered. He instantly kneeled before the man that held his life and kissed the hem of the school robes. Lord Voldemort took a sadistic pleasure in seeing Malfoy trembling in fear beneath him. And not to forget still kissing the hem of the robes.

"Enough, you fool" And he turned around to sit in the chair behind him. Lucius kept kneeling.

Seeing that Malfoy wanted to ask something, he made a small gesture with his hand.

"My Lord, how did you perform…this miracle?"

"Ah yes, you didn't know did you?" At seeing the affirmative nod he smiled lightly. But he did not answer. Should he tell him or not? Could he trust Malfoy with his current plan? Oh he knew that their was a traitor among his Death Eaters. But who? Only one way to find out. "Look at me" he commanded. Malfoy did so reluctantly. "Do you know who the traitor is?"

The question caught him by surprise. How should he know that? He had better things to do and most of the Death Eaters where currently in Azkaban. He averted his eyes a little to look at the ground instead of those red orbs gleaming with malice. But a hiss made him look up again. He quickly answered. Hoping that it would satisfy his Lord. "I don't know my Lord. But it could be Snape since he is working at Hogwarts. Or Karkarov, My Lord. He is currently Headmaster of Durmstrang."

"Snape is no traitor Lucius. You would do well to remember that. But I am not so sure about Karkarov. You shall contact him. Do I make myself clear?"

Lucius trembled under the withering gaze of his master but answered none the less. "Of course my Lord. I shall do as you say." Voldemort smiled eerily sending shivers down the spine of Lucius.

"Good, very good." And with a plop he was gone. Lucius cursed loudly and kicked the chair where Voldemort sat in just a moment ago. He cursed again when his foot started to throb.

"Damn it, I thought he was dead for good. By Salazar's balls how the hell did he came back!" He roared.

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Miles and miles away a young girl awoke screaming the lungs out of her body.

T.B.C

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