Interlude I
At the Ministry of Magic, an emaciated and very dirty man opened his eyes and blinked.
He was warm! How was that possible? He didn't deserve such a luxury, he internally wailed. James and Lily were lying in cold ground, so he should at least lay on it!
He curled into a tight ball to wallow in his misery.
But that was not as easy as he had expected. The thing he lay on was long and narrow, not some scarce, moulding straw on the floor.
Slowly, some amount of awareness entered his muddled mind, and he sat up on the… was that a camp bed? Like the ones they used in the holding cells at the Ministry?
The wild-haired man looked around. He was in the holding cells of the Ministry!
He snarled. It was high time they had brought him in for questioning! He had to warn them about Peter!
And find baby Harry!
He whined at the thought.
Without thinking he turned into Padfoot, to escape all the painful thoughts, which had haunted him for a long time and fell asleep again.
A/N: These interludes will get longer, promise.