Remus Lupin: So…in conclusion… im basically a monster. *he trembles a bit, the next words are obviously hard for him to say.* and i would understand it if either of you wished to cut ties with me completely or…or…
“People die. Monsters are made. That is the price of war.”
There is a spy in the Order of the Phoenix, and the wizarding war is more dangerous and deadly than it has ever been. There is a high price to pay for survival.
It
is early morning. The sun is barely starting to rise, casting the sky
a sombre shade of grey. Sirius and James stand solemnly outside a small, quiet house.
From outside, the McKinnon’s house is in complete darkness. The only light comes from the glowing emerald skull in the sky above, a serpent twisting and coiling out of its gaping mouth.
Everyone knows what the Dark Mark means.
Inside the walls are gouged and blackened, scars left behind from violent curses. Sirius makes his way along the hallway, his heart thudding.
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