a/n : I do not own the characters!
I run down the stairs, ignoring my weak legs, and burst into the kitchen where Dumbledore is sitting with Mad-eye. As they acknowledge me Mad-eye gets on his feet and leaves the room, nodding to me stiffly on the way out.I stand across the table to Dumbledore, planting both palms on the wooden surface.
"Sirius" I demand "and Peter".
Dumbledore closes his eyes, as if in great pain.
"Sit" he instructs.
I don't. I try to look tall and commanding. Soon I have am forced to do as told, both because my legs won't carry the weight of my body much longer and because of the realization that I won't get any answers until I do.
"You must not interrupt me" he says. I nod stiffly.
And he tells me. He tells me everything.
How Voldemort had found their house, how he killed James and Lily and how their little boy, Harry, lived and Voldemort disappeared.
I feel relief surge through my body at the fact that harry is still alive followed by a horde of questions. How did he find them? Who told him? When did all this happen? How did the boy survive? Where is he now?
The only thing I can say is "Sirius? Peter?".
He sighs and continues. He tells me about Sirius coming to the place, of Peter arriving a few minutes later, of Sirius cornering Peter and half the street blowing up and Peter disappearing, all that's left there of him is a finger. If I weren't so emotional at these moments I probably could notice how Dumbledore phrased his words carefully, not accusing anyone of anything, just telling the facts.
He tells me how Sirius had screamed that he had killed James and Lily and started laughing. He starts to tell me about the ministry arriving when I can take it anymore.
I can feel the already unsteady rocks under my feet grind down to dust and blow away, leaving me with nothing.
I motion for him to stop and stand up. Dumbledore stands up as well and I look at him, my eyes blazing. For a moment I hate this wonderful man. The man who gave me a chance and some hope, and had now told me these news. Then my reason comes back to me and I curse myself for being so stupid. I owe this man my life.
"Remus?" I can hear pity and inquiry in his voice.
I bow my head and shake it.
"Please, don't do anything foolish."
I nod stupidly.
"You are still weak"
I don't do anything.
He walks around the table and as he makes his way to the door he clasps my shoulder and squeezes slightly before letting go and walking out of the room.
As soon as he leaves the room I aparate.