A/N Here's your next chapter. Sorry it's taken so long. RL invaded. Thanks to all followers, favouriters and reviewers. All are much appreciated.

Oh and because I finally shoved them all into the same timezone names are going to have to change. So when they actually all get together: past Remus will be Moony and present Remus will be... well Remus or Lupin. Hope that makes sense.

PAST

Peter opened a door on the left, and pushed Harry in front of him and inside the room. Harry was extremely grateful to be out of the betrayer's grasp, and stood there slightly breathless watching Peter walk in after him, eyes flashing angrily.

Peter looked slightly apprehensive as he saw Harry's face, but quickly masked it into a smirk. If Harry had any energy he would have gladly slapped it straight off his face.

"Potter it was necessary," Peter stated simply.

"Necessary?" repeated Harry through gritted teeth, Peter nodded and clicked the door shut locking it carefully.

"It was necessary to betray your friends not once…not twice…but eventually three times," said Harry in a forced calm voice, he was trying to keep his temper in check not wanting to give Peter the rise he wanted.

"He would have killed me," mumbled Peter as if that was the end of the conversation.

Harry saw red.

"Then you should have died. Died rather than betray your friends," Harry shouted and was instantly reminded of Sirius' words in his third year. He shook his head trying to clear his mind.

A slight hint of pain flickered across Peter's eyes but was gone as soon as it appeared, and he merely gazed at Harry.

"What have you been told to do to me?" asked Harry fighting to keep his tone even after his outburst, as he stared around the room.

There wasn't much to it, four grey stone walls and a brown door. There was a low brown table in the middle of the room, and a large black cabinet against the left wall. The room was separated on to two levels and Harry had placed himself on the edge of the step.

"This is where your father was brought when…"

"I know when," Harry raged impatiently. If Peter was going to torture him he wished he would just get on and do it, he had no time for frightening mind games.

Peter nodded at him and pulled out his wand, and Harry tensed and straightened up straight backed like your father he reminded himself.

"Reducto," hissed Peter and the spell hit Harry dead in the stomach.

So much for straight backed he thought bitterly wincing trying to get up. The blow had knocked him backwards towards the far wall, he was almost certain it had winded him considerably and he was fighting to get his breath back.

He watched through watering eyes as Peter casually walked nearer, down the step, smirk in place and foreboding aura emanating. He leant close to Harry and whispered in his ear,

"You said you despise me…just you wait. The Dark Lord has taught me many things that your father couldn't."

Harry shook his head to get rid of Peter's voice, it was too whiny to suit what he threatening Harry with.

Peter flicked his wand and Harry was risen painfully and unwillingly to his feet coming face to face with Peter. He scowled at him and Peter's face contorted in to a grimace equal to Harry's. He flicked his wand again and Harry was pushed backwards into the wall and a second later heavy manacles had wrapped themselves around his arms, above his head.

Remus hit the ground with a thud and got up quickly. Hermione had very cleverly and thankfully quickly realised that port-keying directly into the Riddle House was not a bright idea and outside it would be better.

He stared up at the house towering above on the hill. He pulled Tonks to her feet and nodded purposefully towards the house, instructing people to cover themselves with a disillusionment charm.

Five minutes later and seven chameleon like presences ascended the hill towards Riddle House.

"How do you think he's doing," asked Lily biting her lip worriedly and staring down at Remus, she'd pulled his head on to her lap to try to make him more comfortable. The bleeding had slowed but he was bleeding all the same.

"Absolutely fabulous," said Sirius sarcastically from Lily's left hand side. She frowned at him and touched Remus' cheek lightly, he started and looked around wildly.

"Hey mate you ok?" asked James feigning cheerfulness.

Remus groaned slightly and tried to get up but was stopped by Lily's firm hand on his shoulder. He stared at her,

"I don't think that's such a good idea," she murmured.

"I'm fine," he muttered in response to James' question but he didn't really believe himself.

He felt extremely weak and even the small attempt to get up had sent his vision blurry all over again. His head was banging and pain kept shooting in spasms up and down his body.

"Moony you'd say you were fine if you were sat there with a spear through your chest," quipped Sirius glancing at Remus sideways. Remus managed a light chuckle,

"What do you want me to say?" he challenged his tone extremely serious now. Sirius and James shrugged hopelessly.

"Didn't you, James, repeat constantly that you were fine when they injured you." he fixed his gaze on James who was shifting slightly uncomfortably.

"If you must know at the moment I'm not feeling one hundred percent. Not really tip top. Not only have I just had to endure another full moon, which is bad enough. I now have banging headache, my back, leg and neck feel like they're on fire and…" he paused for effect "I can't see too clearly. Everything's a bit fuzzy around the edge"

"Well…" said Sirius who was at a complete loss as to what to say, none of them had expected Remus to tell them exactly how he was feeling. "It could be worse," he muttered.

"How?" hissed Remus sitting up quickly and turning round to face Sirius abruptly, he groaned again and rested his head on Lily's leg closing his eyes. Lily pushed him back.

"Erm…" Sirius looked at James desperately for a good response, to which James shrugged.

"…you could die," mumbled Sirius in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.

Silence fell in the room before Remus shuffled slightly,

"I can't…" he murmured against Lily's leg. "Harry forbid me from doing so,"

"We can't all go in together," Tonks was saying hurriedly as they approached the ominous front garden of the Riddle House.

"We'll stand guard outside," Mr Weasley said quietly pointing to himself Bill and Charlie. Tonks nodded and looked over at Hermione and Ron.

"You need to keep close to us," she muttered.

"And what about you?" Remus said glancing over his shoulder mischievously flashing her a dashing smile.

"You just concentrate," finished Tonks returning his smile.

They crept quietly towards the front doors of the house, their disguises were fine as long as nobody looked directly at them whilst they were moving.

There were two Death Eaters outside, idiots by the looks of it. Remus came to a stop and slowly moved forward until he was at the side of the house, him and Tonks moved along the wall and quickly pulled out their wands hissing "Stupefy," the two Death Eaters fell unconscious to the floor. Remus quickly removed his disillusionment charm and put the charm on the two bodies on the floor.

"Come on, can't stay like that forever," he saw Tonks' form shrug and she removed her own charm. Hermione, Ron, Bill, Charlie and Arthur were now coming close to the pair raising their wands to do likewise.

Remus nodded quickly and pushed open the heavy front door. If he remembered correctly where ever his past self was it was dark and grey, it had to be a dungeon of some kind.

He let the others file in behind him and stared around the vast entrance hall. There was a large staircase in front of him, and to his right was the entrance to what looked to be a sitting room. To his right was small stone archway with stairs leading downwards. He looked at Tonks and inclined his head to the archway, she nodded and followed him to the stairs.

Remus found it strange that they hadn't met anybody else yet…were they expecting them? He had a strange sense of foreboding, but it was not about meeting Death Eaters or Lord Voldemort…it was the thought of meeting three of his dead best friends that filled him with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.

He felt Tonks grip his hand and he glanced at her, she smiled at him and gripped tighter. He smiled back at her faintly before turning back and concentrating hard on the corridor in front.

"Potter you're making this harder on yourself," Peter muttered vehemently. Harry looked up at him and spat out a mouthful of blood.

For the last hour Peter had thrown the cruciatus curse at him, whipped him, and had caused a lot of nasty gashes with a violent spell that Harry had never heard of.

But Harry hadn't uttered a sound, he was desperate not to give Pettigrew the satisfaction. His legs had given way a while ago and he was being held only by the merciless manacles digging painfully into his wrists.

"The Dark Lord wants you to scream, yell, cry…something," Peter said tonelessly lowering his wand slightly and walking towards Harry. For the first time since starting the torture session he looked Harry in the eyes and Harry met his gaze.

"He doesn't deserve the title Lord," Harry spat, flecking Pettigrew with spots of blood, Peter's eyes flashed angrily. And he punched Harry hard on the nose.

Blood spurted forth and Harry distinctly heard a crunching sound…his nose more than likely. He grit his teeth to quell the scream that was building up in the pit of his stomach. If he finally did break and do it, it would be one hell of a scream.

Peter smirked at him as Harry glowered with his mouth clamped shut. He could feel the sticky blood dripping all over his chin and down his robes.

"Congelo," Peter muttered pointing his wand in Harry's general direction.

Harry felt his nose grow warm and then the blood stopped.

"Your nose is still broken but I've stopped the bleeding…you'd pass out otherwise," smiled Peter nastily.

Harry was astounded at how carefree he sounded, it wasn't the same voice he used when he spoke to Remus, Sirius or James…this one was more… confident.

Probably because I can't fight back Harry thought bitterly.

"Crucio," said Peter suddenly and a blinding white pain shot through Harry, like it had done many times before…but this time he hadn't been prepared, he had distracted himself.

He screamed loudly, so loud in fact he thought his voice would give out. He writhed against the manacles as his every nerve was set on fire. Finally the curse was lifted and Harry was left hanging limply, panting, glaring at Peter who was smiling broadly at him.

"Atta boy Harry, knew you could do it," he raised his wand again.

"You tricked me," spat Harry bracing himself for the next curse.

Remus stopped when he reached a corridor he vaguely recognised. He was sure that his past self and friends were in a room on this corridor.

"What is it?" Tonks whispered coming up to his side quickly and peering worriedly into his eyes. He met her gaze,

"It's just… we haven't come across any…anybody, just doesn't feel right," he muttered to her quietly, kissing her briefly on the lips. He turned abruptly to face Ron and Hermione.

"Do you think you could stand guard here? The room's somewhere along here, you know your stunning and shield spells. Any problems shout me…us," he added the last bit after Tonks had elbowed him sharply. Hermione and Ron simply nodded facing down the corridor, wands drawn.

"Ok let's go," he started turning round to walk down the corridor.

"Do you know where they are?" questioned Tonks quietly taking hold of Remus' hand again. Remus frowned,

"Not sure…sort of I think…I'll know when I reach it," he concluded nodding his head and squeezing Tonks' hand.

They hurried stealthily down the corridor and as they reached a particularly old looking door, Remus stopped and stared at it, touching the door frame lightly. To the right of it was a high shelf with a box on it, and a piece of parchment was pinned against the wall.

"This is it," he murmured. Tonks shot him quizzical look.

"Yes this is it," he said more confidently. He looked up at the parchment and squinted his eyes trying to see the faint words written there.

Melius Milit Malefactor Evinco (p/w)

He frowned as he read it and repeated it quietly to himself, he wasn't much for Latin. He stared at the words noticing the 'p/w'at the end, what did that mean?

Surely not, would somebody just leave it here, right next to the door? Could 'p/w' stand for password. There was only one way to find out he raised his wand and pointed it at the lock and incanted the words written on the parchment.

The door clicked open and he heard a small shuffling sound from inside, he was stunned to say the least. He turned to Tonks to see her face equally surprised and muttered quietly,

"I'll go first, give me a few minutes then you follow…you'll know if it's not safe,"

She nodded at him and he pushed the door open fully.

A/N There you go! Please review!