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Chapter 13

I slump against the outside of the bedroom door, after dashing out of the room I could no longer bare to be in. I place my head in my hands and cry. I feel so empty, so…alone. I finally get a grip and raise my head, noticing my stinging eyes, wet cardigan sleeves and running nose. I sniff loudly and wipe my nose on my already disgusting sleeve. I get up and enter my room which, is right next to…his? Can I call it his? It is not his now, not technically, and out of all the marauders, I was always the one who cared about technicalities. Technically though, that room wasn't only Sirius's room. It was James's old room as well.

The current, no longer needed, headquarters were Potter Manor. When the order of the phoenix first established, after my parents and James's mother were killed, Mr. Potter gave the order the Potter Manor as headquarters. James still slept in his room but Sirius joined him as I had come to live there too. The first plan was that I'll sleep with James in his room, as there was no chance of me in Sirius's room with both of us staying alive that night, because Sirius was very messy and very loud, but at last this was voted against so I could rest undisturbed after the full moon. So Sirius joyfully joined James.

But now, with Sirius's bedroom destroyed, so was James's. James, who had had that room since he was born.

Tears spill down my cheeks again as I stare daggers at my room, also Sirius's former room, although I made sure at the time, to my great regret now, that none of his things stayed there.

I feel like hitting something, reaping things apart. I tell myself not to do something I will regret later but the urge is just too strong, and my hand reaches out for the marauder photos on the wall. I can't take them off though. Permanent sticking charm. I smile widely. I had not wanted to put the charm on them, saying it was not my wall to stick on but James and Sirius had just put the charm on the photos forcefully. I remember Sirius mock sulking, saying I just didn't like them enough to keep them there forever. But no, I could never take them off!

My smile widens, turning into a lunatic grin, almost the familiar marauder grin we were all famous for.

All Sirius and James's things had permanent sticking charm on them too, they could never be taken off either. I race back into the other room, no longer caring about the walls-not-being-my-property anymore.

"Suspensi revelio" I say quickly, almost urgently.

The ghostly white peels off, reveling the familiar photos, banners, magazine cutouts and Quidditch team posters.

I break out in sobs on the white white bed.

I wake up with a small pat on my back.

I jump, startled, but relax when I see Tonks kneeling down besides me.

"How are you feeling?" she asks.

"How are you feeling?" I retort.

"I'm fine, I can look after myself…"

"I didn't doubt you for a second" I smile at her.

We sit on the bed, awkwardly.

"So, I see you found my works… really should have put a permanent sticking charm on that…"

"You did it?" that was one possibility I didn't think off.

"Yeah, I couldn't stand it being there when he isn't, but I see we had different views about that." She smiles at me meekly and I feel with some warmth, some goodness, one that I haven't felt for a long long time. But that warmth feels somehow wrong, displaced.

"So," I start, to get away from the feeling," I have some ideas about what had happened. I know we don't have much time as you will soon be going back to school. The thing is, that Dumbledore had accessed my brain, and has been in it for the past few days, ever since James and lily … well you know." I take a deep breath while she gasps. " It is very unusual of him to do so."

"But how could he?"she asks, astonished.

"I honestly don't know why or how he did it but that, for now, is not the point. The point is that he was not the only one acting strangely. Mad eye was acting weird as well."

"Moody?" she frowns, and the frown makes her look older, more mature than her fourteen years of age.

"Yes, he talked with me and told me to be careful around, well, you…"

"me?"

"Yes, he said you were dangerous…" Shut up stupid, I command myself, you're hurting her. And indeed, the pain is evident on her heart shaped face.

"He wouldn't…he would never… Oh Moony, I don't get it." She is overwhelmed by the information she has just received and I get an urge to lean over and comfort her, but it, again, feels wrong.

"I don't really get it either, but we are going to find out."

"How?"

"Well, for that we'll need you?"

"Me?"

"You. You're the only one how is close to Moody and he has taught you some things. I believe in you." I try to sound as fatherly and reassuring as I can. I really want to hug her now.

She nods curtly and heads out of the room, to her mission, and I, at last, decide to go on the long avoided mission I knew I'd have to go to.

A/N:So, I think of doing the next chapter in Tonks POV... what do you think...

Please please review, it will help me so much.