p id="docs-internal-guid-30933a2c-7fff-d056-2322-18ffe0ecf54c" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Chapter 3: The hunt for Adrian Potter/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" It was with a heavy heart that Albus Dumbledore informed the Potters and Sirius of Adrian's disappearance. He knew he should have kept a closer eye on the boy. He knew just how cruel a family could be and if he had a choice he wouldn't have sent Adrian there, but he had and it was a regret he would live with for the rest of his life. He used to check up on the boy every month or so but as he grew it got more and more painful to watch, seeing the conditions he lived in and how he was treated affected Albus more than he wanted to admit, but he couldn't help. He still felt it was the safest place for him to be./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Originally the plan had been to wait a year or two and bring him back to his family, but with wizarding Britain on the brink of yet another civil war Albus felt it would be better for the boy to grow up away from it all, away from the hateful glares of the poor and destitute, away from the vicious words of demobilised Aurors. The Potters were a point of contention between the various factions within Britain, they could be hailed as heroes one minute and enemies of the revolution the next. It was not an environment he wanted to bring Adrian into, but perhaps he should have regardless./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"It had been four months since Adrian disappeared and they were no closer to finding him, it was as if he had vanished from the face of the earth, one day he was there the next he was gone. The only consolation was that they knew he was alive. The many instruments he had monitoring Adrian were now defunct, but his name was still on the Hogwarts roster. Albus would find him, even if he had to call in every favour he was owed, he had failed the Potters too many times, he would not fail in this./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Albus sighed, pulling a quill and parchment from a draw and began penning a letter he had hoped to avoid. He just hoped it would all be worth it and that Remus would be able to pick up the boy's scent./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Remus was not happy to have been dragged back to Britain, even if it was for his unofficial Godson. He had managed to make a life for himself in France. They were infinitely more tolerant of him there. Then again the bar was incredibly low, just being allowed to work, no matter how low the pay, was a godsend and now he had to throw it all away to fix Albus' mistake./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Remus sighed, he wasn't angry at the headmaster, not really. No he was more angry at himself for not fighting the decision more. Albus was human, he made mistakes, everyone did. Remus knew he was just doing what he thought was best, he just wished it didn't involve the Potters./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Remus spent days traipsing around Surry before he picked something up. It wasn't like he remembered Adrian smelling, but it was still distinctly Potter, it was faint but it had that odd tone that all the Potters shared, Remus suspected it had something to do with the family magic. The scent belonged to a rather fetching red haired woman. Remus spent days following this woman, watched her every move, he really hoped she didn't notice, memory charms weren't his strength and he'd rather not have to obliviate a police officer./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Her life was oddly regular, every day she would leave the house at sunset and arrive back home just before dawn, always dressed in variations of the same outfit, a long greatcoat, a pair of leather boots, a pair of woollen trousers, what looked to be a canvas mask often with some sort of attachment, and a metal hat of some variety. She was agile, unnaturally so, moving in great leaps and bounding up impossible heights. He lost sight of her more times than he cared to imagine, leaving him wandering aimlessly through alleyways and underpasses, the silence oppressive./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" It was there that he saw them, the fell creatures that prowled the streets at night, warped and twisted mockeries of nature. Beasts hewn from stone or vine made up the bulk of them, but there were others, far greater and fouler than their smaller companions, hulking monsters of fang and fur. They prayed mostly on women, though he had seen men fall to them, they were opportunists seeking out any easy prey they could, they left Remus mostly alone, perhaps able to sense the wolf that slept within, and as such Remus began to ignore them./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Perhaps that was what they were waiting for, perhaps it was just Sods Law, something Remus had found himself at the mercy of many times in his life, or perhaps he was just unlucky, whatever it was Remus now found himself staring down one of the largest creatures he had ever seen. It had to be more than five metres tall, its limbs thin and skeletal, covered in thick white fur which was missing in patches. Scars covered the beasts body giving a rather clear sign it was not to be taken lightly. A thick iron chain was wrapped around its neck, a morbid necklace of skulls and weapons, not that it needed arms, its own natural ones were fearsome enough. Both its hands and feet had a sort of scaly texture, like birds legs, each limb ending in vicious bloodstained claws. Upon its head were a pair of antlers, each sharpened to the point they could gore a giant. Perhaps the most unnerving part of this monster was not its claws, or even its fang filled maw, no it was its eyes. They were human, a pair of pale blue eyes stared at him, eyeing him hungrily, whatever this creature was now it had once been human./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Remus shakily rose his wand at the creature, his mind devoid of magic. Never had he felt such a pure and primal fear. This, this abomination would undoubtedly replace Greyback in his dreams, and yet despite the horror there was a slightly ethereal beauty about it, perhaps its lupine form appealed to his inner wolf, whatever it was it stayed his hand. Remus resigned himself to his fate, he never found Adrian, he had failed his friends once more but being struck down by such a deific creature was not a bad way to go he supposed, he regretted never making anything of himself but with his condition it was par for the course. Remus closed his eyes and awaited the inevitable, only to have them snap open as a loud bang echoed through the alley. The beast's long fingers were clutched to its maw, thick red blood seeping between them. There was another bang, and another, and another, each opening fresh wounds on the magnificent horrors body, its pained whimpers called to him, and yet he could not move. He watched as shot after shot was fired into its hide. Remus simply watched as it died a death by a thousand cuts, as its blood slowly seeped from it, until at last it died with a whimper, before exploding into a cloud of black mist. All that was left of the majestic beast was a tattered white jacket, a single horn, a pile of money, and a handbell./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The bell seemed to call to Remus, he found himself reaching for it, it was silver and gleamed as if made from moonlight, the form a Lycan etched on its surface./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I wouldn't touch that if I were you."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Remus started, jerking his hand away, turning to find the woman he'd been tracking standing above him. Her clothes were a rather ugly Horizon Blue, an odd metal cap atop her head, a rather bizarre canvas bag covering her face, vivid green eyes peering at him through two glass eyepieces, a rifle held lazily in her hand. With her this close Remus could finally smell her properly, what he smelt was undoubtedly a Potter. Remus only had a little to work with but from what he could see the girl looked uncannily like Lily, just like Adrian. But that was impossible, Adrian was a boy, and well ten, which she clearly wasn't./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Adrian?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The girl flinched and Remus found himself staring down the barrel of a gun./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I take it you're the one that's been following me?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Remus held his hand out "Remus Lupin, I'm a friend of your parents."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Adrian quirked his, her, their (?) eyebrow at that "Rather polite for a stalker," she shook his hand "I'd introduce myself but it seems that would be unnecessary, though that begs the question of how you knew who I was."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""You have a rather distinctive scent."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Adrian snorted "What are you, a bloodhound?" Adrian began gathering the spoils of his kill "Well now that you've found me, what are you going to do?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Her words were clearly a challenge, it sent a shiver down his spine. Adrian showed great confidence, or perhaps arrogance in turning his back on Remus, clearly confident in his ability to beat him in a fight. What he was unaware of was that this wasn't a fight, and with little more than a thought a jet of red light shot from Remus' wand striking Adrian in the back. Remus grabbed his arm, muttered a quiet apology, and apparated away./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" It was with a heavy heart that Albus Dumbledore informed the Potters and Sirius of Adrian's disappearance. He knew he should have kept a closer eye on the boy. He knew just how cruel a family could be and if he had a choice he wouldn't have sent Adrian there, but he had and it was a regret he would live with for the rest of his life. He used to check up on the boy every month or so but as he grew it got more and more painful to watch, seeing the conditions he lived in and how he was treated affected Albus more than he wanted to admit, but he couldn't help. He still felt it was the safest place for him to be./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Originally the plan had been to wait a year or two and bring him back to his family, but with wizarding Britain on the brink of yet another civil war Albus felt it would be better for the boy to grow up away from it all, away from the hateful glares of the poor and destitute, away from the vicious words of demobilised Aurors. The Potters were a point of contention between the various factions within Britain, they could be hailed as heroes one minute and enemies of the revolution the next. It was not an environment he wanted to bring Adrian into, but perhaps he should have regardless./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"It had been four months since Adrian disappeared and they were no closer to finding him, it was as if he had vanished from the face of the earth, one day he was there the next he was gone. The only consolation was that they knew he was alive. The many instruments he had monitoring Adrian were now defunct, but his name was still on the Hogwarts roster. Albus would find him, even if he had to call in every favour he was owed, he had failed the Potters too many times, he would not fail in this./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Albus sighed, pulling a quill and parchment from a draw and began penning a letter he had hoped to avoid. He just hoped it would all be worth it and that Remus would be able to pick up the boy's scent./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Remus was not happy to have been dragged back to Britain, even if it was for his unofficial Godson. He had managed to make a life for himself in France. They were infinitely more tolerant of him there. Then again the bar was incredibly low, just being allowed to work, no matter how low the pay, was a godsend and now he had to throw it all away to fix Albus' mistake./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Remus sighed, he wasn't angry at the headmaster, not really. No he was more angry at himself for not fighting the decision more. Albus was human, he made mistakes, everyone did. Remus knew he was just doing what he thought was best, he just wished it didn't involve the Potters./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Remus spent days traipsing around Surry before he picked something up. It wasn't like he remembered Adrian smelling, but it was still distinctly Potter, it was faint but it had that odd tone that all the Potters shared, Remus suspected it had something to do with the family magic. The scent belonged to a rather fetching red haired woman. Remus spent days following this woman, watched her every move, he really hoped she didn't notice, memory charms weren't his strength and he'd rather not have to obliviate a police officer./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Her life was oddly regular, every day she would leave the house at sunset and arrive back home just before dawn, always dressed in variations of the same outfit, a long greatcoat, a pair of leather boots, a pair of woollen trousers, what looked to be a canvas mask often with some sort of attachment, and a metal hat of some variety. She was agile, unnaturally so, moving in great leaps and bounding up impossible heights. He lost sight of her more times than he cared to imagine, leaving him wandering aimlessly through alleyways and underpasses, the silence oppressive./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" It was there that he saw them, the fell creatures that prowled the streets at night, warped and twisted mockeries of nature. Beasts hewn from stone or vine made up the bulk of them, but there were others, far greater and fouler than their smaller companions, hulking monsters of fang and fur. They prayed mostly on women, though he had seen men fall to them, they were opportunists seeking out any easy prey they could, they left Remus mostly alone, perhaps able to sense the wolf that slept within, and as such Remus began to ignore them./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Perhaps that was what they were waiting for, perhaps it was just Sods Law, something Remus had found himself at the mercy of many times in his life, or perhaps he was just unlucky, whatever it was Remus now found himself staring down one of the largest creatures he had ever seen. It had to be more than five metres tall, its limbs thin and skeletal, covered in thick white fur which was missing in patches. Scars covered the beasts body giving a rather clear sign it was not to be taken lightly. A thick iron chain was wrapped around its neck, a morbid necklace of skulls and weapons, not that it needed arms, its own natural ones were fearsome enough. Both its hands and feet had a sort of scaly texture, like birds legs, each limb ending in vicious bloodstained claws. Upon its head were a pair of antlers, each sharpened to the point they could gore a giant. Perhaps the most unnerving part of this monster was not its claws, or even its fang filled maw, no it was its eyes. They were human, a pair of pale blue eyes stared at him, eyeing him hungrily, whatever this creature was now it had once been human./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Remus shakily rose his wand at the creature, his mind devoid of magic. Never had he felt such a pure and primal fear. This, this abomination would undoubtedly replace Greyback in his dreams, and yet despite the horror there was a slightly ethereal beauty about it, perhaps its lupine form appealed to his inner wolf, whatever it was it stayed his hand. Remus resigned himself to his fate, he never found Adrian, he had failed his friends once more but being struck down by such a deific creature was not a bad way to go he supposed, he regretted never making anything of himself but with his condition it was par for the course. Remus closed his eyes and awaited the inevitable, only to have them snap open as a loud bang echoed through the alley. The beast's long fingers were clutched to its maw, thick red blood seeping between them. There was another bang, and another, and another, each opening fresh wounds on the magnificent horrors body, its pained whimpers called to him, and yet he could not move. He watched as shot after shot was fired into its hide. Remus simply watched as it died a death by a thousand cuts, as its blood slowly seeped from it, until at last it died with a whimper, before exploding into a cloud of black mist. All that was left of the majestic beast was a tattered white jacket, a single horn, a pile of money, and a handbell./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The bell seemed to call to Remus, he found himself reaching for it, it was silver and gleamed as if made from moonlight, the form a Lycan etched on its surface./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I wouldn't touch that if I were you."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Remus started, jerking his hand away, turning to find the woman he'd been tracking standing above him. Her clothes were a rather ugly Horizon Blue, an odd metal cap atop her head, a rather bizarre canvas bag covering her face, vivid green eyes peering at him through two glass eyepieces, a rifle held lazily in her hand. With her this close Remus could finally smell her properly, what he smelt was undoubtedly a Potter. Remus only had a little to work with but from what he could see the girl looked uncannily like Lily, just like Adrian. But that was impossible, Adrian was a boy, and well ten, which she clearly wasn't./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Adrian?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The girl flinched and Remus found himself staring down the barrel of a gun./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I take it you're the one that's been following me?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Remus held his hand out "Remus Lupin, I'm a friend of your parents."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Adrian quirked his, her, their (?) eyebrow at that "Rather polite for a stalker," she shook his hand "I'd introduce myself but it seems that would be unnecessary, though that begs the question of how you knew who I was."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""You have a rather distinctive scent."/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Adrian snorted "What are you, a bloodhound?" Adrian began gathering the spoils of his kill "Well now that you've found me, what are you going to do?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Her words were clearly a challenge, it sent a shiver down his spine. Adrian showed great confidence, or perhaps arrogance in turning his back on Remus, clearly confident in his ability to beat him in a fight. What he was unaware of was that this wasn't a fight, and with little more than a thought a jet of red light shot from Remus' wand striking Adrian in the back. Remus grabbed his arm, muttered a quiet apology, and apparated away./span/p