Remus spent most of the rest of Saturday in the library looking up back issues of the Quibbler. Although he had dismissed her comments about the tabloid at first, he realized that Adelaide Honeyduke must have been hinting at something. She had implied that there would be some useful information there, and he was determined to find it. Why hadn't she simply told him outright?

Remus could not allow himself to stop and consider what he was getting himself into. If Fenrir was now aligned with Lord Voldemort, and if Voldemort found Fenrir useful, then what Remus was planning now was essentially an attack on Voldemort himself. Each time his brain circled that thought, he pushed it away; he couldn't let thoughts of self-preservation interfere now. The sharp increase in werewolf attacks meant something, and Voldemort was the most logical suspect. And if Fenrir was inextricably bound to Lord Voldemort, as Madam Honeyduke thought, then Fenrir must be the werewolf behind the attacks. Remus couldn't strike one and not the other. But what sort of assault could he attempt? How much help would he need? How many lives must he endanger to confront and defeat Fenrir Greyback? How many lives could he save? These questions buzzed in his subconscious and he batted at them like flies. He had to focus on one thing at a time.

He pulled out a year's worth of Quibbler issues. The first few issues merely sensationalized the Greybacks' murders and gave poor advice about how to avoid a werewolf bite ("dangle a sheet soaked in balsamic vinegar out your bedroom window," "sleep with socks on your hands"). He wondered who was paid to make this stuff up.

Finally, in an issue published eight months after the killings, he found something on page five. It was a short article, published by a very young reporter named Lucas A. Lovegood. His photograph made him appear to be all eyes with a shock of light-colored hair on top of his narrow head.

… Understandably, as the family is still grieving, this reporter was met with a certain amount of hostility when he inquired about the whereabouts of the Greybacks' eighteen-year-old son, the werewolf Fenrir. An attempt to enter the grounds of the Greyback manor was futile, as trolls had been placed along the periphery. The house appeared in some disrepair, yet noises were heard coming from the rear of the home, possibly from the root cellar. Is Fenrir still residing in the Greyback family home? This reporter will wait for the trolls to lose interest and move on, then will re-attempt contact at the manor.

Remus's heart started pounding, and he shuffled through the pages of the next few Quibblers. In another issue, he found a follow-up article by the same journalist.

… The once-grand manor is now in a filthy state, as if someone terribly messy does indeed live there. Evidence of Dark magic was seen throughout the home, and broken potions vials and bottles of firewhiskey strewed the hallways and bedrooms. Of interest was a book in the library, which seemed to contain lists, possibly contracts between young Mister Greyback and various other individuals. It appears that the book is hexed and cannot be removed from the library itself, and this reporter was unable to obtain additional information as one troll still lingers in the vicinity.

Remus smiled. He felt certain that the reporter had broken into the home to get this information. The next issue offered no more news, however:

… It is with deepest sincerity that the Quibbler apologizes to Fenrir Greyback and his extended family. Any implication of involvement with Dark magic was pure speculation on the part of one rogue reporter, Lucas Lovegood. Future reporting on any breaking news will be carried out by staff reporters as the need arises.

Remus checked another twenty issues, but found no follow-up to Lovegood's reporting. In fact, there was no mention of the Greybacks or Fenrir whatsoever. The editor must have been paid off, Remus thought. Or threatened.

After perusing the most recent issue and confirming that the reporter was indeed still employed by the Quibbler, Remus went to the owlery at once and composed a letter to Lucas Lovegood.