(( OOC: I promised to turn The Prisoner and the Professor in to a proper fanfiction, so here we are. The prologue is written, things are being plotted, and I’m enjoying getting my teeth into this one. I hope you like this initial taster. ))
This is what happened in the Shack in June:
Sirius found Harry’s face first, wild and panicked behind his glasses, and though Remus was holding Ron’s wand he did nothing except stare back. Sirius burned from the inside out. He felt like a loose thread of fabric where the harder you pulled, the less there was to stitch back into place. Remus wore his broken skin like an ill-fitted coat over the top of his bones and he was the same except not, not the same at all. Sirius met his eyes, one human and one something else, and he hated him.
“This is for my friends,” he said, and words of death tasted bitter on his tongue.
A portion of the wall crumbled to dust and Remus was back on his feet, disarming Sirius before the green light could fade from the corners of the room. The absence of a wand caused his hand to curl into a tight fist, and Sirius used it to beat the werewolf to the ground.
“YOU KILLED JAMES AND LILY AND NOW YOU WANT THEIR SON, TOO?”
“I would never touch Harry, you don't–”
“I SAW YOUR NAME ON THE MAP, LUPIN!”
“Then you should have seen Peter’s, too!”
For a moment Sirius froze and thought perhaps the blood between Remus’ teeth had marred his words, but then Remus threw a punch of his own and everything turned white.
When his vision returned Remus was still speaking, and there was that name again, Peter, but Sirius could do nothing but crouch awkwardly on the rotten floorboards, breathe, stare at the rat struggling madly in Ron’s grip, breathe, remember the spy, his brother, a broken pair of glasses, breathe–
“We switched the secret keeper,” Remus said, and something inside Sirius broke a little.
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