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(( 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. ))

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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–THEM–”

“Sirius listen–”

“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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