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Chapter 3:
Three months have passed since we've seen our heroes last. While no major battles have taken place, many minor skirmishes have and the Order has suffered four causalities. The more disturbing events, however, are the disappearances. Half-bloods, Muggle borns, squibs, and people such as werewolves and vampires have been vanishing on a regular basis. They usually go in the night, and in many cases, neighbors have reported seeing masked figures taking the people away.
Voldemort and his followers are still in control of the Ministry of Magic, and have been using it to control the magical community. While they are not in complete control, they wield a lot more power than before. The Ministry has relocated itself to Hogwarts and, seeing as the previous Minister fled after the attack, Albus Dumbledore has taken the title of Minister of Magic until a suitable replacement can be found.
James, Lily, Harry, Remus, Sirius, and Peter are in roughly the same situation as when we saw them last. Peter has a new girlfriend, though none of the other Marauders have seen her. Sirius doubts her existence, but who knows. So, this is the state of the world. The pieces are set and the game is about to take a sharp turn. And so, our scene opens…
"Mmm," sighs Remus happily as he snuggles deeper into the bed. Sirius reaches out a hand and smoothes Remus' sweaty hair away from his face, before dropping it back to the pillow. Remus reaches up and takes it with his own hand.
"You're amazing," mumbles Sirius as he rubs a thumb across Remus' knuckles. Remus just smiles and moves his head so that it's resting on Sirius' chest.
"G'night Padfoot," Remus murmurs after a few minutes of comfortable silence. He picks up his head and kisses Sirius goodnight before settling back down on his chest for sleep.
"Good night Moony," Sirius replies. Soon both men are sound asleep. It isn't often that they get to fall asleep together anymore. With the war, they're both very busy and their schedules are unpredictable. Therefore, they're rarely both home and done with any work that needs to be done at the same time. Most of the time, one will crawl into bed at one in the morning, kiss the other, and fall asleep quickly. Needless to say, certain aspects of their relationship have been obsolete as of late.
Remus and Sirius have exactly four hours, fifty-four minutes, and nine seconds of peaceful sleep together before they are rudely awakened. "Get up," barks a deep voice. Both Remus and Sirius fumble for their wands which are kept on the bedside table, and turn to face their attackers. Standing around their bed, are ten masked men holding wands at the ready.
"Lower your wands and get dressed," says the same voice, "you have five minutes to gather any personal belongings you wish to take with you. You are being relocated." While the voice stays even, it takes on a bit more malice, and the Death Eaters close in around the bed a bit more. In return, Sirius fires a hex at the nearest person. Immediately, four wands are at Remus' neck.
"Surrender or he dies," the voice says coldly. Sirius lowers his wand. Sirius' eyes lock with Remus' and they both nod. Together, they raise their wands and shout, "moti motum!" The Death Eaters look around in surprise, but nothing seems different.
"We'll go," Remus says quietly, and they drop their wands. While they don't want to be captured, both men know that a two to ten fight won't come out in their favor.
"Good," says the voice, "you have five minutes." To the Death Eaters he says, "You, you, and you stay here." The speaker points the three of the masked figures. "The rest of you search the house for information." Sirius gropes around on the floor, until he finds enough clothes from last night to cover both of them and hands Remus his pants. Even facing Death Eaters in your underwear is better than facing them naked.
Now, the spell mentioned above did do something, in fact, it did something very important. About two months ago, Dumbledore announced in an Order meeting that everyone was to put a spell on all important documents in the house, so that if the occupants were captured no information would be obtained by Voldemort. Remus and Sirius performed this spell (they added some things to it, such as photo albums, a teapot that belonged to Remus' mother, the keys to Sirius' motorbike, their spare wands, the key to their Gringotts account, and a few other knickknacks) and sent all these things to the Potter's. James and Lily did the same. So, when these things arrive in James and Lily's bedroom at two fifty-eight in the morning, they know something is terribly wrong.
Back at their flat, Remus and Sirius are being bound and gagged roughly. They are forced out of the flat and into the street at wand point, where they are forced to Apparate to an unknown location. By the time James arrives, (damn the fact he's not supposed to leave his house especially after dark, these are his best friends) they are long gone and the flat is a mess. Papers, clothes, books, and furniture are strewn everywhere and above the mess hangs the new symbol that has been found over the house of every disappearance. It's very similar to the other one, except it's red. James sinks to the floor and weeps. He then contacts Dumbledore. But I digress.
Remus and Sirius are forced to Apparate to a dark alleyway. From there, they walk two blocks until they come to a dumpster. They are floated into the dumpster (seeing as they are blindfolded and can't see where they're going), which turns out to be a portal into an underground building. Their blindfolds are removed, just in time for them to be separated. Remus is pushed down one corridor and Sirius another. As Remus is pushed, he looses his balance and falls hard to the floor. His escort kicks him in the stomach, before pulling him roughly to his feet and forcing him onward. Sirius makes a strangled noise, but all this gains is another rough push.
Sirius walks, well it's more of a stumble, down the corridor until his guard stops him in front of a wooden door. Sirius is pushed inside, and the guard leaves. Inside, a man in a white coat stands with a clipboard along with a larger man dressed in black. Sirius is released of his bonds and forced into a chair.
"You're name is Simon Brown is that correct?" asks the man in the white without preamble. Sirius opens his mouth to answer no, before he remembers and answers yes. When Remus graduated from Hogwarts, he had to register with the Werewolf Registry as to where he was living and the other occupants of the house among other things. Sirius, at the time, was applying to be an Auror, and while there are no specific rules against, it Remus thought it might hurt his chances of being accepted if he was living with a known werewolf. So, Sirius became Simon and they forgot the whole thing.
"You are the lover of the werewolf Remus J. Lupin?" white coat asks.
"Yes," says Sirius.
"Homosexuality does not help carry on the pureblood line," white coat tsks softly as the man in black hits Sirius across the face. White coat examines him quickly and says, "Deportation." Black clothes nods, and grabs Sirius roughly by the arm, dragging him out of the room and down the hall.
Sirius is dragged down a few flights of stairs and down a few more corridors, before arriving at a cell. It's dimly lit and inside about ten people are sitting. The door is made of metal bars on the top half, and wood on the bottom. A few prisoners look up with mild interest, but when they realize it's not food their attention goes back to whatever they were doing before the interruption.
A quick glance tells Sirius the Remus is not here, and he asks, "Have any of you seen a man about two inches shorter than me with light brown hair and eyes?"
"Sorry son," says a middle aged woman who is sitting in the corner with a boy of about twelve who looks like he's her son. (Incidentally, he is.) '"No one's been here since yesterday." Sirius nods his thanks and goes to sit down, but thinks better of it and starts pacing.
Thankfully for Sirius, (and the sanity of the other prisoners), the door opens again in thirty nine minutes and in stumbles Remus looking much worse for the wear. One of his eyes is blackened and his lip is bleeding as he falls into the cell. Sirius races forward to catch him and hugs him tightly. They stand there together, Remus' head on Sirius' shoulder visa versa. "I thought I lost you," murmurs Sirius.
"You're not getting rid of me that easily," replies Remus just as softly with a pained laugh.
"Fucking fairies," mutters the son of the woman who answered Sirius earlier.
"Shush, Johnny," says his mother, "we're all in this together remember."
"My… uh… brother," says Sirius hastily as he pulls Remus off into a corner. The walls are a bit slimy and there are spiders, but the corner offers a tiny bit of privacy.
Much later, Sirius assumes it's night again because the dim lights that brightened a bit during what Sirius assumes was day have dimmed once more, Sirius says, "Remus?"
"Yeah," he replies.
"If we don't both make it out of here alive, I just want you to know," Sirius pauses, "that I love you."
"I love you too," Remus replies softly. They kiss briefly.
A gagging noise is heard from somewhere across the room, and a soft rebuke from the mother. Sirius snorts and Remus smiles; they settle down to sleep.