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“You know what I think? I think you should leave him. He doesn’t seem to care about you. Maybe you should consider being with-...someone who does. But that’s just my opinion. You don’t need to take my advice if you want to stay with a scumbag like that.”

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“Hold still, thats a good shot.”

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2nd Year Marauders | Furry Little Problem

Sirius was restless. The thirteen year old hardly ever sat still anyways, but on that rainy March night, he was more restless than ever. He kept moving around the dormitory as if the more he paced, the quicker Remus would appear. He always took his time visiting the hospital wing, even though he claimed to be at the library.

“You think he’d leave the castle without telling us?” Sirius asked out loud, bouncing on the edge of his bed. “The full moon isn’t for two days. He always waits to leave the day before,” Sirius said.

Peter felt sick. He couldn’t understand Sirius’ excitement to confront Remus. He wondered if it was because it was mostly James and Sirius who had figured out that Remus didn’t have a sick mother but rather was a werewolf. When they’d explained their suspicion to Peter, he thought they were messing with him, but the evidence all made sense. Remus had every symptom of being a werewolf.

Peter had to keep wiping his sweaty palms on top of his pajama bottoms. Sirius’ energy was only making him more anxious. “Maybe we can confront him another day?” Peter suggested weakly.

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1980 | The Rat Trap | Peter & Rabastan

Voldemort’s orders had been clear: supervise the warehouse, and the weapons and Death Eaters inside of it. They were all younger recruits, training with each other and older members of the circle. Rabastan oversaw them as they fought, dueled, endured curses, and practiced with the Dark artifacts that were kept there. It wasn’t the most exciting of tasks, if Rabastan had to be honest-- he preferred work where he got his hands dirty. But he knew his Lord had been good to him, since just last week he got the chance to torture and kill a few elite Ministry members. Years of being at Voldemort’s side meant he was one of the favorites.

The only real commotion arrived near the late evening. Rabastan was in one of the smaller rooms of the warehouse when he heard the loud shouts behind him. He turned and saw two of his recruits dragging what looked like another man, a man Rabastan had never seen before. “Master, master-- we found this one lurking outside, surrounding the perimeter! We reckon he was trying to infiltrate!” The young Death Eater said eagerly, tightening his grip on the man’s hair.

Rabastan looked to the man in between them and a cold smile spread on his lips. Finally, a bit of fun.

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