A/N : (Huge Thanks to David Fishwick, TiffTiff6655, and Robert1000, for reviewing ;)

8th of September, 08:00 pm, Remus J Lupin's apartment

It was not midnight at this time of the month. Yet, Remus Lupin stood in his werewolf form. His fur was thicker than it had ever been. His eyes were a bright shade of yellow, his canine teeth more sharp and pointed than ever. He had to ingest a double dose of the Wolfsabne potion - which sedated his ferocious nature when transformed- to contain the anger and grief that boiled inside of him.

The transformation was threatening to take control of him, ever since he saw Tonks' body two days ago, and he had finally given into it. The hunger still throbbed in his head, empowered by his rage and anguish. Certainly, it was lessened greatly by the potion, but it persisted. Throbbing and pulsating into his head.

His small apartment reeked of mould and rotting wood. His heavy feet caused the floorboards to squeak as he moved across the floor, his chest heaving. He grabbed a framed photo from atop a small table, Nymphadora Tonks looked out at him from behind the frame, her hair changing in colour from blond to black to pink to red and again. She smiled sweetly at him. He gripped it so hard, a spider web of cracks spread across the glass frame's surface. He meant to sigh, but it came out in a rough growl. He placed the photo back onto the table and collapsed upon an armchair, whose legs moved apart from each other under his weight. He rested his face in his furry hands and sobbed roughly.

A gloved hand pulled the window open silently. Agent 47's ice-blue eyes scanned the perimeter thoroughly, before he slipped swiftly into the apartment. 47 walked towards the werewolf like a ghost. He had come up to Lupin from behind. 47 extracted a gleaming elongated object from within the folds of his designer suit. An eighty five percent silver knife, which was provided by the Agency for a price of $10,000. The other option was silver bullets but that would have taken three days to manufacture and 47 decided he could do with a melee weapon. He held the knife with an iron, yet flexible, fist. He approached the mourning werewolf and with not a second of hesitation, he brought the knife down into the creature's spine.

Lupin howled in pain as his skin and flesh boiled upon contact with the deadly silver. Dark blood exploded out of the wound, spraying 47's pure black jacket with botches of dark crimson. Lupin's brain was already shutting down, but his werewolf self lashed out and thrashed his arms around trying to retaliate upon his attacker.47 swore as he felt the werewolf's long claws graze his skin, leaving a long, but not deep, gash in his, perhaps flawless, skin. The werewolf fell to the ground, a loud thud echoed through the tiny apartment as his hulking form collided with the wooden floor. More blood flowed on the old floor boards as Lupin's brain died, his last thoughts were of Nymphadora and how he would see her again.

47 took off his blood stained jacket and threw it into the feeble flames of the flames roared into life, as they reduced the jacket into cinders. 47 came out the way he came in, through the window, and was on the street. He headed onto his next destination, Ottery St. Catchpole village, from where he could locate the two targets: Molly and Arthur Weasley.

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9th of September, 07:00 am, Ottery St. Catchpole, The Local Market Place

"Look at this gadget, Molly," exclaimed Arthur Weasley holding a battered blunder he picked from one of the many goods racks that spread out through the market place "They say it can make juice instantly out of ay fruit"

"Yes, Arthur," said Molly Weasley in despair "A poor replacement for a juice-making charm, don't you think? Now, why don't we just get what we came here for and leave?"

The market place was heavily crowded. Salesmen had erected wooden tables on which they had an assortment of goods: fruits & vegetables, second-hand equipment and machines, cutlery etc…

The Weasleys were looking for ingredients with which Molly could prepare dinner. A few months ago, they would have been shopping for such items in Diagon Alley, but Molly had recently discovered that prices in the village were much cheaper than those of Diagon Alley. Normally, Molly would have gone on such an errand alone, but with the rise of Voldemort and the recent killings of Order members, Dumbledore had strictly ordered that an Order member must always be flanked by another Order member; so Arthur had taken the day off at the Ministry to accompany his wife, much to her dismay.

"No, Arthur," cried Molly impatiently, replying to her husband's pressing question "We don't have time for you to examine the television"

Arthur's shoulders drooped and he kept to his wife's side, fighting the desire to grab on to that magnificent machine.

They strolled deeper into the market place, and as they did the number of salesmen and shoppers decreased, until they had reached a bald salesmen standing at a rack of watermelons, mangos and a variety of food items.

"It's all here Molly," said Arthur examining the goods on the stand "Melons, mangos, apples, and even luncheon. If I didn't know better, I'd say this man was peeking into our groceries list!"

"He is" said the man coldly and two bullets lodged themselves in Arthur Weasley's head, their source the silenced Silverballer concealed in the man's pocket. Molly yelped and instinctively pushed the man back with all of the strength she could muster. Her long nails trailed the path of the wound inflicted upon 47 by Lupin and he snarled in pain, backing away. She whipped out her wand and pointed it 47 saying "Stupe…." But before she could complete the last syllable, 47 had his hand around her throat, constricting her larynx and her air supply. Molly's eyes bulged, her face turning purple as 47 cupped his hand behind the back of her head, the other on her chin, and he wrung her neck violently. A 'crack' hung in the air, as Molly's body fell to the muddy floor, her head dangling on her chest, both lifeless.

47 left the rack of fruits and vegetables, which had evidently cost more than 200 pounds, and swiftly disappeared into the more crowded part of the market, mingling inconspicuously among the buyers and salesmen.

A/N :( So what do you think? It was a bit rushed, I guess, review please ;)