Chapter 13
Meanwhile, at Lupin Cottage in Wales, a conversation was getting louder and louder...
"What room? There was only the Shrieking Shack!"
"...Of course I was the first one Sirius! He made an exception for me!"
"Why would he? Remus! What made you so fucking special?"
"He needed your father's support! Werewolves were studying at Hogwarts long before you! He stopped it when he became the headmaster and sealed the room!"
"Are you fucking telling me there's a room with wards and runes that would have made the transformation bearable?!"
"...because he got your father in his back pocket and a werewolf indebted to him! He kept sending you to the packs during the war! To what end?! It never made a fucking difference Moony!"
"He said Harry was safe with his relatives! Because of my status I wouldn't be allowed guardianship and Albus wouldn't tell me where he was! I tried everything, I went to all the families that would make sense and I even asked Lucius fucking Malfoy! I never found him and never heard a whisper of where he was Padfoot... I was so defeated, I gave up."
"Lily's sister? The one who kept telling her she was a freak?! I can't imagine what she was like Merlin, why would he do that to Harry!"
"Who's Tom Riddle? What does he have to do with anything?"
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"
A Grimm Patronus suddenly showed up in his study and startled Tom, "Can you come by? Lupin Cottage in Wales. I think I broke him, he's staring at the wall in total silence. Thanks." and promptly disappeared.
Tom sighed loudly, well he would have to go then, there was a wedding date bet to maintain.
Sirius was pacing up and down the living room, studying the utter stillness of Remus' form when he was distracted by the Floo chime.
"Thank Merlin you're here! I explained most of what we discussed, I think he's in shock."
"Right. I'll try something then I guess."
Tom sat down on the coffee table right in front of Remus, who didn't seem to realise he was there.
"You know" Tom started, conversationally, "I've been tracking down all the death eaters for a while now, since I have a few Knights in their ranks it's been rather easy to learn where they are and what they're up to. The other day I got a letter, there's been noise about a pack of werewolves coming back to Britain from a long stay abroad and I got the exact coordinates on their location. The pack is really small, probably lost some people overtime after leaving the country.
Anyway, Greyback is there, do you want to go play hunt the sadistic bastard?"
Golden eyes shot up at that question.
"Yes."