Sorry to excite anyone I found a major error in this and had to change it. Sorry!

Chapter 2

Worlds Apart as Summer Break Starts

Peter's POV

It felt like it had been months since they got off the train but alas it had only been two weeks. His days felt so long here without anyone to talk to. Granted he didn't talk as much as the other guys did but at least he had someone to listen to.

He sat pondering their friendship as he stared out towards the green acres in front him. The Netherlands were not as fun as his Gram and Pa seemed to think they were.

He could easily see where Remus, Sirius and James fit into their little group. They all offered something different. Of course they were all extremely charismatic. People would listen to those three tell a weather report every five minutes. He was definitely not charismatic. He did not like talking to people. They often spoke to him like he was stupid, or they talked down to him like he didn't matter enough. Come to think of it, even his friends did that.

Remus was quiet and smart. But it was more than being smart. James and Sirius were plenty smart themselves. They did not need Remus to tell them answers or even to really copy notes from. But Rem was logical and he was the cool headed one. He was the one that kept them from getting in trouble more than they already did. He came up with the spur of the moment excuses and he kept Sirius reigned in.

Sirius, well Sirius was slightly crazy. He had definite control issues and when he was mad he had a mean streak. Peter had fallen to that streak a few times. He was certain that if it weren't for Remus and James that Sirius wouldn't have anything to do with him at all, whether they shared a dorm or not.

And then there was James. He was something that Pete had never really experienced before. He was popular, with everyone, not just Gryffindors. He was nice to everyone but Slytherins and he was caring. He truly cared if you were hurt or upset or sad.

Even when Sirius had almost gotten Snape killed last year by tricking him into finding Remus as a fully grown wolf. James had cared that Snape was going to get hurt. Well he assumed it was Snape he was worried about. He may have just been worried about how Remus would have felt had he killed someone, or maybe he was just worried they would get caught in their animagus forms. But he saved him, that is what really mattered right?

No matter which way you cut it, Pete missed his friends. He was lonely here with his grandparents and aunts and uncles. His mum and dad had stayed home with his sister as usual. They hadn't felt the same for him as they had for her since she got damaged. They blamed him, he knew that they did, though he didn't see how they could. It wasn't as if it was intentional.

Pete had a sister, a twin sister. When they were four they were playing with their parents wands. They had snuck them out of the house. Somehow he had managed to hex her, terribly. Since then she was severely disabled and her mind had been crushed. She was often in a state of coma and never spoke again. He barely remembered what it was to have a real sister.

After that he was often sent out to his grandparents. He rarely was at his house with his parents. In fact he hadn't seen them since his third year at this point. His friends did not know the truth about Pricilla, he didn't want them to know. He was scared of the day when they would finally find out.

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Remus' POV

He could not believe it had only been two weeks since term let out. He missed his friends, he missed the castle. He was no longer the shy little boy he once was when they first rode that train almost 6 years ago. He still couldn't believe he had been given the chance to be in this school. He had been supposed to go to Beuboxans. It was the premier magical school in France. But of course his condition had kept him from going to any magic school. But them Dumbledore came, and he gave him the opportunity he had craved.

And much to Remus' surprise he flourished when surrounded with friends, excitement and adventure. Who knew that a couple of dunderheads for dorm mates could change your life so drastically. But they had. His life was so different now than he had ever imagined it could be.

But home, it was awful. It reminded him of years of torment and loneliness. It reminded him of pain and sadness and loss. It was in this house him mother had told him and his father that she was leaving. Not only was she leaving but she was leaving Remus. She had said that she needed a new life, a life away from magic but he knew better. She needed a life away from the werewolf, the half human half monster child that she felt obligated to love. She just couldn't do it anymore. He didn't blame her, he couldn't have done it either.

"Remus!" Came a shout that surprised him from his musings.

He sighed and walked down the old stairs. His house was small. Only two bedrooms and it was not very well kept. He tried to do what he could when he was home from breaks but that was not enough to keep the place in good repair. His father just let things go. The banister was broken and the stovetop smelled when you turned it on. The carpet was threadbare and altogether missing in some places. The one wall where Remus used to get measured when he was little was chipped and hadn't been updated since he was five years old. Though you could still see the faint dagger made marks on the door frame.

"Hey, I didn't expect you home this soon." He said as he rounded the corner into the sitting room.

His father smiled a weak smile and nodded his head.

"Well, I wanted to see you as you've only just gotten home and I haven't seen much of you. Have you gotten your OWLS back yet?"

"No, not yet, maybe in a week or so. Maman est-elle comming pour nous voir cet été ?" He replied in a quiet voice.

His father looked at him solemnly. His son rarely spoke in French anymore, only when he was upset or worried. He ran his hand through his gray hair. Remus watched as he furrowed his bushy unkept eyebrows.

"No, you know she prefers to write letters Remus. She isn't a visiting kind of person."

"Cet a été presque trois papa d'ans. Nous sommes au-delà d'une visite." The young man practically whispered. "I am sorry, it is my fault. I just can't fix it if she won't come around."

The prematurely aged man sighed and sat on the step by his son's feet.

"It isn't your fault. It is mine. I did it. She knows it. She loves you son, it is me she hates."

Remus felt the breath woosh out of himself in a huff.

"Sure, mothers who love their sons don't leave. I am not her son anymore I know that, I am disgusting. I am not stupid. I see the way you look at me right before the moon. You are disgusted too. I don't see how it is supposed to be your fault. I am the one that was playing out in the yard after maman begged me not to. You'll see, I am smarter than I look, wait till my OWLS come in."

"Remus, please, there are some things you just are not old enough yet to understand. There were things about that night that you don't remember. Things you aren't old enough to know." John said firmly. "And about your OWLS, I won't be here to see them, I actually won't be back for the rest of the break after tonight."

Remus looked at his father for a long minute.

"First if I am old enough to stay alone for the summer I think I am old enough to know what happened to turn me into this monster of a person. Tell me what makes you so sure this is your fault father." He spat back, he had long since stopped reigning in his temper for his father. After all he never pulled back his own with him, or his mother for that matter.

"Remus John, do not use that tone with me boy. How was I to know he was actually going to come after you? I thought it was an empty threat, your precious maman did too or else we wouldn't be here, it wasn't my fault alone. She left because she couldn't deal with her own guilt as much a she couldn't look at mine."

The blonde hair fell directly into his deep gray eyes. He gaped at his father for what seemed an eternity before stuttering out the words he could find.

"You…You….You knew. You both knew? And you didn't stop him? You didn't try?"

"We couldn't do a damn thing, besides I have said I thought he was bluffing, how was I to know he was serious? We are not talking about this I told you I am not ready for this, you are not ready for this. We need to discuss the rest of the summer." John Lupin said in a voice that said this line of conversation was over.

His son however, did not agree.

"Well I think I am ready. And what the hell am I supposed to do about the full moon? You can't leave me here by myself for that."

" You are being melodramatic. And you are going to be in the cellar for the moon like always. But I am going to take you down in a few hours and I have already placed food and drink in there, the moon is in three days time, you will be fine for three days, it is cool down there. Pick out the books and things you want to take I am going to bewitch the door to open back up the morning after. We don't have too much time though, Melodrie is going to be here by 7 tonight and she doesn't know I have a son yet…Much less about the er…disease and all."

Remus didn't know what to say, he didn't know if he was more hurt or angry. But anger was winning in the tides of emotion coursing through him. All he could do was stare at his father in disbelief. This could not be the same man that used to spin him in circles around the yard. Or the man that took him trick or treating.

"Je ne peux pas vous croire." He said before striding angrily up to his room.

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It was nearly two hours later after beating on his son's door for 15 minutes that John Lupin discovered that his son was gone.

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Sirius's POV

He hurt. He hurt all over. His insides had a permanent (or so it seemed) stinging to them. He had been put through the cruciatus curse at least 3 times a day since coming home by his father. He was using him to teach his brother how to properly administer pain. Reg seemed to be enjoying the payback that he felt Sirius had coming to him.

He had known this was coming, after all he was instrumental in the suspension of Lucius and Regulus. Lucius may not be a Black but he was marrying Narcissa and he was of the purest blood you could find. Therefore, he was to be respected, admired, and not turned in for hexing random Hufflepuffs.

He had now spent 10 days being tortured over and over and over. His mum, being so disgusted with his "abominable" hair used a cutting hex on it and did not seem to mind as it sliced into his neck and shoulders as well as severing his sleek black curls.

All in all, he was a mess. And he couldn't do a damn thing about it because they had locked his wand into his trunk and he had no access to it. So far he had eaten only cold soups and soggy bread for meals, although today might be on the up. His parents were having a dinner party tonight. This was the only reason he had no facial bruises he suspected. He was expected to attend. He was starving. And, he had a plan to get out of this house. He flinched as he heard his mother call for him from the grand room. But he followed her voice anyways.

"Yes ma'am" he said quietly, head bowed.

"Come over here and let me fix that mop you are calling a head." She growled.

He gulped and his face blanched.

"Uhm, you already cut it remember?" he said hopefully.

"Did I ask for your nonsense? It is uneven and needs to be proper get over here now." She barked.

He scowled at his younger brother who was snickering from the arm chair nearby. He had a recently "shaped up head". He couldn't stop the grimaces and the jerks as he felt her wand and hands touch him. He could not remember ever feeling and kindness from either one.

"There, now you need to wear the high collared green robes. They will cover the nicks from your last hair cut." She said coldly pushing him up from the stool.

His knees wobbled under him as he stood. After all your bones could only handle imaginary fire so many times before they started to believe it was true. He had nearly made it out into the hallway when he felt them buckle and it was immediately followed by his father's shout and his own agonizing screams as he was stabbed and sliced by hundreds of invisible knives.

"Sirius Orion Black, you show no weakness! How in Merlin's name will I ever be able to call you, this simpering piece of filth my son? Regulus come get this trash to his room."

He may have been mistaken but he almost thought he saw a look of sorrow on his brother's face as he pulled him to a standing position. It had to be a trick of the light though. That or he was upset about touching him.

"Let me go. I do not want or need help from you." Sirius growled as he limped off.

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"Did you hear? That Voldemort has sure gotten his regime started. He knows how it is supposed to be, purity of blood all of the way. There are several old families backing him. We are waiting to be given the opportunity."

The other guests nodded dumbly at Elder Black. He was after all one of the richest purebloods left.

"Yes, yes I completely agree, I have been speaking to Elder Potter about this very subject. He is…resistant to the idea but I think we can sway him if we try."

"Elder Potter? As in Charles Potter?" Sirius said happily piping up, ignoring the glares from his mother and father. After all children in the Black family were to be seen and not heard.

"Why yes son, the very one." Elder Avery said nodding his head.

"He is the father of my friend James. They asked me to come over and spend next week with them. I am certain that I can mention it to them while I am there." He said eagerly.

All of the men in the room laughed at the precocious teen.

"Well son, you sure can try but if we aren't able to convince him so easily I doubt a 16 year old will be able to. Although friends with the Potters is a great place of power, I bet you are very pleased with your son, aren't you?" a blonde headed wizard said to Sirius' father.

"Aye yes we certainly are. Our son is an amazing young wizard. We are truly looking forward to watching him grow in the purest of ways. Sirius here will be leaving later tomorrow in fact. He may not be seen for the rest of the summer. He is going to be abroad with our extended family."

While all of the other partygoers missed the fact that Sirius was not the son they were speaking of Sirius understood completely. He also understood that abroad meant beaten to a pulp in his bedroom.

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On his knees with his face on the stairs he could feel the blood seeping down his neck. They were not imaginary cuts anymore. His father had used slicing charms on his skin. It had been three days since the dinner party and Sirius found himself slipping in and out of consciousness. He vaguely thought he heard his brother speaking from very far away.

"Father, father listen. If he doesn't go to the Potter's and one of the other Elders mention it to Mr. Potter than it is not going to look good for the family. It will look like Sirius lied about being well connected."

"You may be right Regulus. I will think about it. Find Kreacher to take him to his room while I decide what to do with him."

"Yes sir."

He heard the heavy footfalls walking away and thought he felt Regulus dragging him along beside of him.

"Sirius I need you to look at me. I am putting you through to James' I will take your stuff through. You have got to get out at the right grate alright."

he felt was the floor slam into his face. And all went black.

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What Remus said (roughly)

1- Is mother coming this summer?

2- It has been almost three years, I think we are way past a simple visit dad

3- I cannot believe you