Disclaimer: I don't own it. Grrr...NO! I OWN REMUS! Grr...Mine. (Evil lawyers of J.K. Rowling come) Okay! Fine! (mumbling) i don't own Remus either...

Author's Note: I'm sorry it's been taking me so long to update this, but I keep getting in and out of my obsession of the wonderful werewolf Remus Lupin, and I want this to be a good fic. Isn't that right Remy?

(A tied up teenage Remus Lupin is seen in a chair.)

RL:YOU THINK TORTURING ME IS FUN!

ML:We have the same last initial!

RL:What the...? HEY! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!

ML: Purposely no. Keep yelling at me and I'll give you silver. (juggling silver bells) Lookie I can juggle!

RL: (sigh) Thanx to everyone who reviewed and Mykah Leigh apoligizes again for the updates taking so long, but she wants to make my death affective...

ML:(gasps) Who said I was going to kill you! (huggles Remus)

RL: On with the fic. Help me...

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Remus stared at the boss of this hell, not able to answer. "ultimate...punishment?" He squeaked.

"Yes...Silver, pools of it! And whips made of chain! I will not let you off lightly Mr. Lupin. You WILL recieve ultimate punishment."

"But why!" Remus yelled, the anger rising in him again .

"Because, Mr. Lupin," Mr.Black leaned in real close. "We don't need monsters like you around our neighborhoods, around our children." Remus stared at his friend's father, relieved that Sirius was not like the man in front of him.

"We. ARE NOT MONSTERS!" Remus screamed. Mr. Black sat down in his chair and, surprising Remus, he laughed. "Of course you are! You are all against the forces of nature!"

Remus was taken aback, what did he mean? "Err-Come again?" Remus asked, curious to find out what the man meant.

"You're vile creatures that not even the Ministry of Magic can control! Evil in your own minds! Comtemplating what kinds of human you will eat next full moon!" Remus shook his head vigorously.

"We are not! I would love for the Ministry to control my transformations because they hurt like hell! I refuse to eat, let alone bite anyone! I'm sure many others feel the same way!" Remus shouted, even though it all seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"Take him away. I don't expect to see him until his funeral. I doubt he'll last a week." Mr.Black laughed at the poor boy as Remus was dragged to the depths of the worst hell he could imagine...

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Sirius squirmed in his seat at Transfiguration. He had a feeling Remus was hurt...Or worse. Sirius shuddered as he tried to keep his mind from thinking of the 'worse'.

"Mr.Black, can you answer the question?" Proffesor McGonagal asked him. Sirius suddenly looked alert. "Umm...No Proffesor...You see, I was sleeping with my eyes open and couldn't possibly have paid attention." He smirked as the class laughed. He had to cover up-he missed his friend horribly. At this rate, Sirius was afraid Remus would miss Christmas, it was already November.

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A few weeks before Christmas, Sirius's doubts were confirmed, when he got a letter.

"James, Peter, whoever gets this...

HELP ME! They've been torturing me! One of you please! Help me out."

The were tear drops mingled with blood on the letter, and Sirius forced himself to continue reading it.

"I've tried to get out, but there are bars made of silver, whips, chains, literally pools of silver! I'm scared you guys...

"Sirius, why didn't you ever tell-" But Sirius couldn't read the rest, it was too smeared, and soon after, abruptly cut off.

'Why didn't I ever tell what?' Sirius wondered as he walked to James and Peter. Sirius was still deep in thought as he nearly passed his two friends.

"Sirius? What's up?" James asked his friend.

"Here." Sirius replied simply. James and Peter read over the letter.

"What do you suppose we can do?" James asked helplessly. Sirius grabbed the letter from James.

"I'm bringing this to Dumbledore. If this doesn't cause him to go and help Remus, I'll tell him I'm going to find out where Remus is and save him on my own! Are you with me!" James looked thoughtful as he considered the dangers.

"It's risky..." He said.

"WHO CARES IF IT'S RISKY!" Sirius yelled. He marched out of the portrait hole angrily, heading to Dumbledore's office with the letter in hand.

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"Proffesor Dumbledore?" Sirius called, looking up the staircase.

"Ahh.. Mr. Black, how may you be helped?"

"I want to talk to you about Remus' location and condition. Where is he and do you understand what is happening to him?" Sirius nearly yelled, trying to stay calm.

"I do not know of any news from Mr. Lupin." Dumbledore stated simply.

"He's being tortured. Look. It's his hand writing." Sirius said, showing Dumbledore the letter. Dumbledore read over the letter, his eyes widening.

"My goodness, Mr.Black, when did you get this?"

"Just now." Sirius answered. Dumbledore stood up.

"Come Mr.Black, we're going straight to the Ministry to talk to them about this. Any student of mine will not be treated like this while I am headmaster!" Dumbledore stated. Sirius smiled.

'I knew this would work!' He thought.

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Remus lifted his head slightly, pain in his wrists and ankles from the silver cuffs. He looked over to the guard with dull watery eyes. His breath came in ragged gasps, wanting more air, but only getting a sharp pain in his lungs and ribs. His head hurt, and his back ached. His recent transformation, just a couple days ago, was extremely painful because of the broken bones and old scratches.

He had only managed to get a letter to Sirius after he had finished eating quickly. He had ripped his shirt and used the same pen he had used to write to Jakob their secret escape plans with.

'But that won't happen now, will it?' He thought cynically, smiling slightly.

"You've all left me!" He screamed. The guard turned around, a wry smile on his face as he stared at the tortured boy. Remus dropped his head down again, frustrated at the world, finding himself wanting more pain than he could handle...

"Just end it all." He whispered.

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Sirius skipped beside Dumbledore as they entered the Ministry of Magic Office Building. He was happy. He was helping his friend. Dumbledore marched straight to Fudge's office (who looked much younger for obvious reasons.) and slammed the bloody letter on his desk.

"Explain yourself for this!" Dumbledore demanded.

Fudge looked confused. "Err-Come again Dumbledore?" He asked. Dumbledore furiously glared at Fudge. "I would like an explanation as to why one of my students is missing classes to be tortured because he is a werewolf!"

Fudge looked at Dumbledore cooly. "You just answered you're own question. Because he's a werewolf..." He stated. Sirius growled at him, grabbing Fudge's collar from behind the desk. "Listen you! I've got a friend who is stuck in hell because of what he is! I don't care! You will get Remus Lupin outta that hellplace before I twist your head off for the whole world to see!" Sirius screamed, grabbing the attention of some office workers.

"Ahh...So then, It's Remus J. Lupin you are talking about? Yes. He has caused some trouble... Recieving the ultimate punishment. By order of the boss of that "Hellplace" as you call it." Dumbledore glared at him. "And who is this boss!" He asked, infuriated.

"Mr. Black." Fudge said simply. Sirius stood in disbelief, while Dumbledore was in a similar state. "MY-My FATHER!" Sirius screamed, feeling dizzy.

Sirius shook himself out of his dizziness and slammed his hands on Fudge's desk. "WHERE IS THIS PLACE!" He demanded. Fudge handed Sirius a map. "Here. Find it on your own Mr. Black. Though I sure you're friend is long gone by now... If not physically, then mentally..." Fudge said with a twisted smile.

Sirius grimaced. "You make me wretch." He said as Dumbledore followed him out of Fudge's office, similar faces on both Headmaster and student.

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End of Third chapter!

Mykah Leigh: Well, how was it? Please R&R!

Remus: (sticking tongue out at Mykah)phhthththththhh

Mykah: May I help you my cute adorable prisoner?

Remus: Trying to make me insane...Or kill me! I'm not suicidal!

Mykah: ...

Mykah: I KNOW that... It's just in this fic.

Remus:...

Mykah: Besides, even if I did kill you, I'd have to bring you back to life, If not by my own free will then by the million of rabid fangirls reading this fic...

Remus: millions?

Mykah: Okay...Hundreds.

Remus: Hundreds?

Mykah: STOP IT! tens!

Remus: okay. If I live, I'll see you next chapter!

Mykah: YOU'LL LIVE ALREADY! (Remus shrinks into oblivion.)

Remus: help me.