Nov. 23rd, 2010 02:54 pm
Fic: These Four Kings (Year Six 1/9)
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fox_confessorTitle: These Four Kings (Year Six 1/9)
Author: Dani (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Word Count: 2473
Rating: PG-13
(Pairings: in the future will be Remus/Sirius, Lily/James)
Timeline: Late September 1976
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. I've not made nor seek any profit.
Year 1: one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven
Year 2: one/ two/ three/ four
Year 3: one/ two/three/four
Year 4 (coming in the future when work quits eating my brains! Sorry for the out-of-order-ness)
Year 5 one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven/ eight
Regulus moved swiftly and silently down the hall, staying far enough back so that Severus couldn't see or hear him as Severus stalked one of Sirius' friends, his wand drawn. Regulus wasn't even sure why he'd followed in the first place except that since the beginning of the school year there'd been some shift between Gryffindor and Slytherin, something that had to do with his brother and Regulus had to admit it was something more than curiosity that had brought him out tonight. He knew it had been Sirius who had waged this particular conflict, attacking Slytherins with words and curses and fists when he'd lost the first skirmish with their father so horribly. It was war by proxy, Regulus was sure, and, in the end, Regulus knew it would have to be Sirius who paid, and it was too new--too raw--for Regulus to decide yet on which side he would land.
The older boys in Regulus' House, Rosier, Caradoc, and some of the others, were responding battle for battle, lobbing insults and curses as if it was some great game. Regulus knew this was no game, at least not one that could be won fighting like children on a Quidditch pitch. The thing about pranking Slytherins was that they always knew who was behind the joke and they would always retaliate. It was matter of pride and honor, and Regulus would have thought that Sirius, no matter how far he had fallen, would have understood that much. Still, going directly after his brother or Potter was risky because they were more likely to retaliate with hexes, some of which were really quite creative, one had to give them that at least. Lupin was tricky, too, and not just because he was too clever by half to be caught out. Regulus recognized what most of his acquaintances never could or would. Sirius' protectiveness of Lupin--though it was hardly necessary, Lupin being quite skilled at dueling--meant that Sirius could become outright dangerous if he thought Lupin would be hurt. Regulus tried not to dwell too long on the psychology of that since he could still remember the feeling of Sirius' hand clutching his own when they'd both been boys, and to see it directed at Lupin stirred a strange mix of jealousy and pity--the last because he knew firsthand what would happen when Lupin finally disappointed Sirius.
Regulus shook his head in an attempt to dispel those thoughts, and carefully peered around the corner again. Severus had stopped and stood deep in the shadows, his wand raised. Though Regulus still couldn't see Severus' prey, he knew it must be the stupid one, Regulus could never remember his name, because then one could avoid involving Sirius at all while still striking a blow. Regulus also knew that secondary to Sirius' Seven Years' War against everything Slytherin was Severus' own battle against Potter, and while Regulus didn't know or care if the grudge was real or imagined, he was careful to keep an eye on the situation.
For a long time there was only silence and then a door opened and closed somewhere ahead of them and footsteps--two sets--approaching softly, cautiously. Regulus saw that Severus now stood with his wand held tight in his fist but had lowered it now. The look on his face was eager--greedy--and Regulus couldn't help but to look down the hall, expecting to find Potter alone and vulnerable or perhaps that mudblood girl who had so fascinated Severus for some time. Instead, he was surprised to see Remus, a rat perched on his shoulder and his wand lifted above his head and lit with a Lumos charm so that he was bathed in light. He created a perfect target as he searched the walls, his long fingers searching along the stone. Leaning back against the stone wall, Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to think too hard about what he meant to do, as he withdrew his own wand though he kept it and his hand hidden in the drape of his robes.
When Regulus stepped around the corner, he was aware of the twin expressions of surprise from both Severus and Remus. Regulus ignored them both as he searched the shadows for whoever had been with Remus but found no one. Severus had drawn himself back, his surprise gone and replaced with a strange fury that he directed at Regulus. Regulus narrowed his eyes as he walked past Severus' hiding place, knowing that there would be time for their confrontation later, and as soon as he had passed, he heard Severus make his retreat.
"Lupin," Regulus said, clutching hard at his wand.
"Regulus." Remus greeted him cheerfully, his voice light and conversational, as if they often met like this as friends. "I didn't know you had rounds tonight."
"I don't, and neither do you. I didn't know my brother let you off your leash by yourself."
"I'm not generally the one who requires a leash."
There was something in the quirk of Remus' mouth, like he was laughing at Regulus, which made him almost sorry that he had interrupted whatever it was that Severus had planned. "You must be speaking of my brother."
"You did bring him up."
"Yes, well. I did want to speak with you. About him." Regulus tripped over his words, immediately wishing he hadn't spoken. Remus tucked his wand into his sleeve and set the rat on the floor, where it quickly scurried off in the direction from which they had come. He was all attention now, stepping closer to Regulus, and an unexpected memory came to Regulus of the first time they'd met when he'd been scared about leaving home and Remus had been a quiet yet fascinating distraction. He'd never forgotten that he was supposed to hate Remus, he just found it harder to do sometimes. "I know he must have told you about the argument he had with our father."
"Some."
"He's so indiscreet. Then you know it was about you, mostly."
The surprise was back in Remus' face. "He didn't tell me that."
"Really? I assumed. He burnt his hands pulling out that ridiculous Muggle toy from the fire--that must have come from you--and now he's wearing it like some kind of badge. It made me wonder, is all."
"About?"
"You and him."
"Right." Remus stared at Regulus for a long moment, obviously trying to decipher Regulus' intentions and not trusting them in any case. Regulus almost wanted to laugh and tell him that he had no idea, either, what had made him say that, except now Regulus was sure it was the right line of inquiry, though to what end he wasn't sure.
Remus whispered "right" again and turned to leave but Regulus was quick to block his path. "Wait. I really do want to speak with you."
"Can we do it without insults, I hope?"
"Was I insulting you?"
"I don't know. Were you?" Remus looked down the hall, and sighed heavily before he focused his attention back to Regulus. "Listen, Regulus, this isn't my battle. I'm sure if you have something to say to Sirius--"
"No. He doesn't talk to me anymore. Besides, you can't help but be a part of this, any more than I can. Our sides were chosen for us."
"You always have a choice."
"No. Sirius took all the choices from me."
"He made his own choices. It has nothing to do with you."
"It has everything to do with me." Regulus bit down hard on everything else he wanted to say, already hating the whine that twisted the ended of his words. He worked his mouth, regaining his composure, embarrassed to have lost that much in front of Remus, and swallowed hard. "Never mind that, all right? I wanted to warn him but he's not going to listen to me."
"What kind of warning."
"Just that, he's going to get hurt in all this. In the end." For the second time, Regulus felt flooded with embarrassment, wondering what he was thinking, what he meant to accomplish with this. "I thought maybe you'd care."
"You think I can stop him? He doesn't listen to anyone except maybe James. Maybe you should have this conversation with him."
"I don't need to be his brother to understand the way he looks at you. It's not James who I need to talk to."
"So talk."
Regulus arched his eyebrow, surprised by the confirmation. In truth, he'd been fishing. He'd always assumed that Sirius had only just substituted Remus for the little brother he could no longer abide. "It's true then, you and him. There've always been whispers, of course. I assumed Potter. More his type--pretty and stupid."
"Putting aside the fact that you just called James Potter pretty, do you actually think James is stupid? Don't they teach Slytherins as first years not to underestimate their opponents?"
"He has a bit of cleverness, I suppose. His family has fallen hard, though. A Potter is no longer worthy of being called an opponent."
"Do you actually believe this rubbish?"
"Some of it." Regulus grinned when he saw Remus' lips twitch. "You haven't answered my question."
"I don't think you've actually asked one yet, have you?"
"The question is about you and my brother. Is it true?"
"He has a girlfriend. Surely that hasn't escaped your notice since they've been attached at the lips since the first week of school.
"Oh, yes, well." Regulus waved his hand dismissively, thinking of the Hufflepuff whose name he'd forgotten if he'd ever known. There was something there, Regulus was sure, but he didn't know Remus enough to parse out the stiffening of his shoulders and the abrupt way he lifted his chin. "It's you he's interested in, though, isn't it," Regulus pressed on. "I know him better than you think. Maybe I even know you better than you think."
"I doubt that," Remus answered but he sounded unsure of himself.
"So if this isn't an act--"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I've watched you, too. You're all about secrets and there's nothing Sirius likes better. It's probably what attracted him to you."
"He's not attracted to me, Regulus," Remus said quietly, his cheeks coloring a bit. "We're just friends."
"There's no just in Sirius' relationships, and I'm guessing you wouldn't mind."
"Do you have a point to all this?"
"There will be. I told you, I have a warning. He's created enemies, not just here but outside."
"Death Eaters," Remus whispered and Regulus' eyes widen. Remus stepped closer, his long, cold fingers wrapping tightly around Regulus' wrist, his blunt nails digging into the tender skin. "What do they want with him?"
"Nothing yet, but he's a Black. He'll have to return to the fold at some point. Do you think he'll turn his back on his inheritance?"
"He doesn't care about money."
"You're so naïve. It's not about money. It's about power."
"What is?"
"Everything. We were born to lead--to rule, not be second best to blood traitors and half-breeds."
"So, we're back to rubbish then." Remus dropped Regulus' arm and unconsciously wiped his hand on his robes.
"It's not rubbish. He's my brother, and I care about him, even if he's turned his back on his family. My father says he'll come back," Regulus said, the sound of the words familiar and comforting, a tired refrain but one he holds on to. "It's why he's not been disinherited. He'll come back."
Some sort of light of understanding flashed suddenly in Remus' eyes and Regulus grimaced as the lines of Remus' face settled into a compassion that was completely unfamiliar to Regulus. It took everything he had not to stamp his foot in anger. He understood with a painful, unexpected clarity that it was Remus who truly knew Sirius, and that Sirius was never coming back. Worse, Regulus found that he had always known.
"I don't want to hear it," he spat out as Remus opened his mouth. His hand curled around his wand, drawing it out.
"Don't want to hear what?"
Regulus jerked his head and took a stumbling step away from Remus, putting as much space between them as he could as James and Sirius came around the corner, their other friend following behind. James clutched a bit of parchment in his hand but Sirius already had his wand drawn and pointed at Regulus.
"Okay, Remus?" James asked, his eyes never leaving Regulus.
"I'm fine. We were just talking."
"Hey, little brother. Out a bit late, aren't you? Lupin will have to take points." Sirius' voice was soft, almost a whisper, his wand steady. Regulus watched as Sirius curled his hand around Remus' shoulder and reeled him in to stand behind Sirius.
"Points from a fellow prefect? Remus and I are on the same side now."
"Unlikely."
"Would you mind lowering your wand? I know you, at least, were taught to have some manners."
James lowered his wand but Sirius didn't and Regulus wasn't surprised.
"What do you want, Reg?" Sirius asked, moving closer to James so they stood shoulder to shoulder, hiding Remus altogether.
"Unlike you, I don't want anything from him."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what you think it means." Regulus watched as something dangerous coiled inside Sirius and his own fingers twitched on his wand. "As Lupin said, we were just talking."
"C'mon, Sirius," Remus whispered, his hand on Sirius' shoulder, dragging him back. For a moment, Sirius didn't move, and only just narrowed his eyes at Regulus, before he shrugged like it didn't matter at all and lowered his wand, the moment passed. Together, Sirius and his friends took a step back, releasing Regulus--dismissing him--and he lowered his own wand, taking several steps back down the hall though he watched the four of them go.
"See, I told you, Lupin," he called out, unable to resist watching his brother's reaction. "I knew I picked the right man for the job."
Remus never looked back though Sirius paused. James tugged once, then again on his arm, whispering something to him, and Sirius nodded as he finally followed his friends. Regulus was left alone, then, to trudge back to the dungeons, his thoughts filled with what had just happened and what was likely to happen once Severus caught up with him. Outside the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Regulus stopped, folded his hand over his forearm and rubbed it absently. In the cold and dark, he found it easier to dismiss the things Remus had said. He had no choices, forced as he was now to take his brother's place and stand on the only side he knew, the one that Sirius now stood firmly against.
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Author: Dani (
escribo)
Word Count: 2473
Rating: PG-13
(Pairings: in the future will be Remus/Sirius, Lily/James)
Timeline: Late September 1976
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. I've not made nor seek any profit.
Year 1: one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven
Year 2: one/ two/ three/ four
Year 3: one/ two/three/four
Year 4 (coming in the future when work quits eating my brains! Sorry for the out-of-order-ness)
Year 5 one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven/ eight
Regulus moved swiftly and silently down the hall, staying far enough back so that Severus couldn't see or hear him as Severus stalked one of Sirius' friends, his wand drawn. Regulus wasn't even sure why he'd followed in the first place except that since the beginning of the school year there'd been some shift between Gryffindor and Slytherin, something that had to do with his brother and Regulus had to admit it was something more than curiosity that had brought him out tonight. He knew it had been Sirius who had waged this particular conflict, attacking Slytherins with words and curses and fists when he'd lost the first skirmish with their father so horribly. It was war by proxy, Regulus was sure, and, in the end, Regulus knew it would have to be Sirius who paid, and it was too new--too raw--for Regulus to decide yet on which side he would land.
The older boys in Regulus' House, Rosier, Caradoc, and some of the others, were responding battle for battle, lobbing insults and curses as if it was some great game. Regulus knew this was no game, at least not one that could be won fighting like children on a Quidditch pitch. The thing about pranking Slytherins was that they always knew who was behind the joke and they would always retaliate. It was matter of pride and honor, and Regulus would have thought that Sirius, no matter how far he had fallen, would have understood that much. Still, going directly after his brother or Potter was risky because they were more likely to retaliate with hexes, some of which were really quite creative, one had to give them that at least. Lupin was tricky, too, and not just because he was too clever by half to be caught out. Regulus recognized what most of his acquaintances never could or would. Sirius' protectiveness of Lupin--though it was hardly necessary, Lupin being quite skilled at dueling--meant that Sirius could become outright dangerous if he thought Lupin would be hurt. Regulus tried not to dwell too long on the psychology of that since he could still remember the feeling of Sirius' hand clutching his own when they'd both been boys, and to see it directed at Lupin stirred a strange mix of jealousy and pity--the last because he knew firsthand what would happen when Lupin finally disappointed Sirius.
Regulus shook his head in an attempt to dispel those thoughts, and carefully peered around the corner again. Severus had stopped and stood deep in the shadows, his wand raised. Though Regulus still couldn't see Severus' prey, he knew it must be the stupid one, Regulus could never remember his name, because then one could avoid involving Sirius at all while still striking a blow. Regulus also knew that secondary to Sirius' Seven Years' War against everything Slytherin was Severus' own battle against Potter, and while Regulus didn't know or care if the grudge was real or imagined, he was careful to keep an eye on the situation.
For a long time there was only silence and then a door opened and closed somewhere ahead of them and footsteps--two sets--approaching softly, cautiously. Regulus saw that Severus now stood with his wand held tight in his fist but had lowered it now. The look on his face was eager--greedy--and Regulus couldn't help but to look down the hall, expecting to find Potter alone and vulnerable or perhaps that mudblood girl who had so fascinated Severus for some time. Instead, he was surprised to see Remus, a rat perched on his shoulder and his wand lifted above his head and lit with a Lumos charm so that he was bathed in light. He created a perfect target as he searched the walls, his long fingers searching along the stone. Leaning back against the stone wall, Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to think too hard about what he meant to do, as he withdrew his own wand though he kept it and his hand hidden in the drape of his robes.
When Regulus stepped around the corner, he was aware of the twin expressions of surprise from both Severus and Remus. Regulus ignored them both as he searched the shadows for whoever had been with Remus but found no one. Severus had drawn himself back, his surprise gone and replaced with a strange fury that he directed at Regulus. Regulus narrowed his eyes as he walked past Severus' hiding place, knowing that there would be time for their confrontation later, and as soon as he had passed, he heard Severus make his retreat.
"Lupin," Regulus said, clutching hard at his wand.
"Regulus." Remus greeted him cheerfully, his voice light and conversational, as if they often met like this as friends. "I didn't know you had rounds tonight."
"I don't, and neither do you. I didn't know my brother let you off your leash by yourself."
"I'm not generally the one who requires a leash."
There was something in the quirk of Remus' mouth, like he was laughing at Regulus, which made him almost sorry that he had interrupted whatever it was that Severus had planned. "You must be speaking of my brother."
"You did bring him up."
"Yes, well. I did want to speak with you. About him." Regulus tripped over his words, immediately wishing he hadn't spoken. Remus tucked his wand into his sleeve and set the rat on the floor, where it quickly scurried off in the direction from which they had come. He was all attention now, stepping closer to Regulus, and an unexpected memory came to Regulus of the first time they'd met when he'd been scared about leaving home and Remus had been a quiet yet fascinating distraction. He'd never forgotten that he was supposed to hate Remus, he just found it harder to do sometimes. "I know he must have told you about the argument he had with our father."
"Some."
"He's so indiscreet. Then you know it was about you, mostly."
The surprise was back in Remus' face. "He didn't tell me that."
"Really? I assumed. He burnt his hands pulling out that ridiculous Muggle toy from the fire--that must have come from you--and now he's wearing it like some kind of badge. It made me wonder, is all."
"About?"
"You and him."
"Right." Remus stared at Regulus for a long moment, obviously trying to decipher Regulus' intentions and not trusting them in any case. Regulus almost wanted to laugh and tell him that he had no idea, either, what had made him say that, except now Regulus was sure it was the right line of inquiry, though to what end he wasn't sure.
Remus whispered "right" again and turned to leave but Regulus was quick to block his path. "Wait. I really do want to speak with you."
"Can we do it without insults, I hope?"
"Was I insulting you?"
"I don't know. Were you?" Remus looked down the hall, and sighed heavily before he focused his attention back to Regulus. "Listen, Regulus, this isn't my battle. I'm sure if you have something to say to Sirius--"
"No. He doesn't talk to me anymore. Besides, you can't help but be a part of this, any more than I can. Our sides were chosen for us."
"You always have a choice."
"No. Sirius took all the choices from me."
"He made his own choices. It has nothing to do with you."
"It has everything to do with me." Regulus bit down hard on everything else he wanted to say, already hating the whine that twisted the ended of his words. He worked his mouth, regaining his composure, embarrassed to have lost that much in front of Remus, and swallowed hard. "Never mind that, all right? I wanted to warn him but he's not going to listen to me."
"What kind of warning."
"Just that, he's going to get hurt in all this. In the end." For the second time, Regulus felt flooded with embarrassment, wondering what he was thinking, what he meant to accomplish with this. "I thought maybe you'd care."
"You think I can stop him? He doesn't listen to anyone except maybe James. Maybe you should have this conversation with him."
"I don't need to be his brother to understand the way he looks at you. It's not James who I need to talk to."
"So talk."
Regulus arched his eyebrow, surprised by the confirmation. In truth, he'd been fishing. He'd always assumed that Sirius had only just substituted Remus for the little brother he could no longer abide. "It's true then, you and him. There've always been whispers, of course. I assumed Potter. More his type--pretty and stupid."
"Putting aside the fact that you just called James Potter pretty, do you actually think James is stupid? Don't they teach Slytherins as first years not to underestimate their opponents?"
"He has a bit of cleverness, I suppose. His family has fallen hard, though. A Potter is no longer worthy of being called an opponent."
"Do you actually believe this rubbish?"
"Some of it." Regulus grinned when he saw Remus' lips twitch. "You haven't answered my question."
"I don't think you've actually asked one yet, have you?"
"The question is about you and my brother. Is it true?"
"He has a girlfriend. Surely that hasn't escaped your notice since they've been attached at the lips since the first week of school.
"Oh, yes, well." Regulus waved his hand dismissively, thinking of the Hufflepuff whose name he'd forgotten if he'd ever known. There was something there, Regulus was sure, but he didn't know Remus enough to parse out the stiffening of his shoulders and the abrupt way he lifted his chin. "It's you he's interested in, though, isn't it," Regulus pressed on. "I know him better than you think. Maybe I even know you better than you think."
"I doubt that," Remus answered but he sounded unsure of himself.
"So if this isn't an act--"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I've watched you, too. You're all about secrets and there's nothing Sirius likes better. It's probably what attracted him to you."
"He's not attracted to me, Regulus," Remus said quietly, his cheeks coloring a bit. "We're just friends."
"There's no just in Sirius' relationships, and I'm guessing you wouldn't mind."
"Do you have a point to all this?"
"There will be. I told you, I have a warning. He's created enemies, not just here but outside."
"Death Eaters," Remus whispered and Regulus' eyes widen. Remus stepped closer, his long, cold fingers wrapping tightly around Regulus' wrist, his blunt nails digging into the tender skin. "What do they want with him?"
"Nothing yet, but he's a Black. He'll have to return to the fold at some point. Do you think he'll turn his back on his inheritance?"
"He doesn't care about money."
"You're so naïve. It's not about money. It's about power."
"What is?"
"Everything. We were born to lead--to rule, not be second best to blood traitors and half-breeds."
"So, we're back to rubbish then." Remus dropped Regulus' arm and unconsciously wiped his hand on his robes.
"It's not rubbish. He's my brother, and I care about him, even if he's turned his back on his family. My father says he'll come back," Regulus said, the sound of the words familiar and comforting, a tired refrain but one he holds on to. "It's why he's not been disinherited. He'll come back."
Some sort of light of understanding flashed suddenly in Remus' eyes and Regulus grimaced as the lines of Remus' face settled into a compassion that was completely unfamiliar to Regulus. It took everything he had not to stamp his foot in anger. He understood with a painful, unexpected clarity that it was Remus who truly knew Sirius, and that Sirius was never coming back. Worse, Regulus found that he had always known.
"I don't want to hear it," he spat out as Remus opened his mouth. His hand curled around his wand, drawing it out.
"Don't want to hear what?"
Regulus jerked his head and took a stumbling step away from Remus, putting as much space between them as he could as James and Sirius came around the corner, their other friend following behind. James clutched a bit of parchment in his hand but Sirius already had his wand drawn and pointed at Regulus.
"Okay, Remus?" James asked, his eyes never leaving Regulus.
"I'm fine. We were just talking."
"Hey, little brother. Out a bit late, aren't you? Lupin will have to take points." Sirius' voice was soft, almost a whisper, his wand steady. Regulus watched as Sirius curled his hand around Remus' shoulder and reeled him in to stand behind Sirius.
"Points from a fellow prefect? Remus and I are on the same side now."
"Unlikely."
"Would you mind lowering your wand? I know you, at least, were taught to have some manners."
James lowered his wand but Sirius didn't and Regulus wasn't surprised.
"What do you want, Reg?" Sirius asked, moving closer to James so they stood shoulder to shoulder, hiding Remus altogether.
"Unlike you, I don't want anything from him."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what you think it means." Regulus watched as something dangerous coiled inside Sirius and his own fingers twitched on his wand. "As Lupin said, we were just talking."
"C'mon, Sirius," Remus whispered, his hand on Sirius' shoulder, dragging him back. For a moment, Sirius didn't move, and only just narrowed his eyes at Regulus, before he shrugged like it didn't matter at all and lowered his wand, the moment passed. Together, Sirius and his friends took a step back, releasing Regulus--dismissing him--and he lowered his own wand, taking several steps back down the hall though he watched the four of them go.
"See, I told you, Lupin," he called out, unable to resist watching his brother's reaction. "I knew I picked the right man for the job."
Remus never looked back though Sirius paused. James tugged once, then again on his arm, whispering something to him, and Sirius nodded as he finally followed his friends. Regulus was left alone, then, to trudge back to the dungeons, his thoughts filled with what had just happened and what was likely to happen once Severus caught up with him. Outside the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Regulus stopped, folded his hand over his forearm and rubbed it absently. In the cold and dark, he found it easier to dismiss the things Remus had said. He had no choices, forced as he was now to take his brother's place and stand on the only side he knew, the one that Sirius now stood firmly against.
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i should be in bed but this just kept me hooked in.
why do i have the feeling that a lot of the HP fanfic out there is NOT going to be as in character as this?
peter is suprisingly sympathetic....the oddball, the fourth side to the triangle almost. not quite a part. which would make it easier for him to decide the path he goes down.
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