Runaway

by Jiwwy
 
 

Chapter 9
Moony and Padfoot to the Rescue
 

Rain poured over the small wizarding settlement. A few dozen American mediwizards and Aurors

were about, knocking on doors for information and searching through the rubble of the late Virginia
Weasley’s residence.

Sirius appeared in the middle of the scene with a soft pop.

“Who the hell are you and what do you think you’re doing?” Yelled a witch, who seemed to have

been looking through the ruins nearby. “Don’t you know the law?”

Sirius stiffened, he wasn’t used to getting yelled at by cute, but tiny little witches. “I’m from Britain,

actually, if there’s any laws I don’t know-”

She stormed up to him and glared up at his face. There was at least a foot difference between them.

“The law that states, ‘No Apparating within five miles of a site with a high Dark Magical aura.’ It’s
international!”

“Wh- what d’you mean?”

“Why the hell are you here if not to investigate the Weasley murders?” She shrieked. Sirius wondered

to himself how someone so little could hold so much air in their lungs before her words hit him.

“I- you mean… The Weasleys were murdered then?”

“Yes! Do you mind telling me who in God’s name you are?”

“Er, Remus Lupin, of the British Ministry of Magic.” Best not to tell her his name, as he was still

internationally known as a convicted murderer and whatnot, “Do you know… how many of the
Weasleys were here, at the time…?”

“We’ve found three bodies so far.” The witch seemed to have calmed down, and spoke with deep

regret. “Arthur Weasley, his wife Molly, and his mother Virginia. The Dark Lord was gone by the
time anyone knew what had happened.”

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows in thought. “Wait, only Molly, Arthur, and Virginia? I happen to know

that Arthur’s four youngest children came to this house with them.”

“Well we haven’t found them.” She glared at him, as if daring him to say she did any less than what

anyone could in finding the Weasley children. “The chances they could have escaped are
phenomenally small, you must know that Mr. Lupin?”

“Yes. I know. Quite agree… however, I must be on my way.” Damnit, how will I explain this to

poor Harry? He started to back up, but she glared threateningly at him.

“No Apparating. Five miles.” She said through gritted teeth.

“Right, I know, I know.” He looked around. To the east was a road. “I’ll just be going then.” A walk

wouldn’t be too bad.

***

Only ten miles away, in Brooke and Halie’s room, Ginny Weasley sat braiding her long scarlet hair,

crying silently to herself, for many reasons. One was Fred. He’d made her realize the sickening truth-
they had no means to go back home. She knew it had been unintentional, but only the mentioning of
the Burrow… she sighed and closed her eyes, not daring to let the tears fall. Second, was how weak
she’d been. Just the thought of how she’d overreacted at breakfast made her feel nauseous. She was
the youngest, she was the only girl. Why, every time she tried to get a little equality, did she always
blow her self farther away, to be more emotional? More immature?

Pitiful worries and woes—how her brothers tease her, how she had to come to school with

secondhand robes and books, how… how she didn’t think famous, good, great Harry Potter
would ever like her…

A disembodied voice, like a memory from a dream of a memory, sifted into her thoughts.

Who was that?

‘What am I going to do? I think I’m going mad…. I think I’m the one attacking everyone, Tom?’

The same voice… mocking… her… Tom.

Tom Riddle.

Second year…

The chamber…

Voldemort.

She sobbed again, then pushed her head into the pillow, praying that no one came in. After a few

seconds she raised her head slightly and glanced out the window.

That man was wearing wizarding robes.

***

“Hermione?” Remus tapped on the locked door of the two-story house he’d been told was home

to the Grangers. “Mr. Granger?” He stood there for a while, waiting. “Bloody good.” He glanced
around and finally decided to look in the large picture window…

Draco Malfoy sat asleep on the living room couch. Remus tapped the glass. The boy stayed still.

Taptaptap.

He twitched very slightly.

TaptapTAPTAPTAP.

He rolled over.

TAPTAPBAMBAM.

He sat up and glared as he looked around. Remus gestured towards the door and Draco nodded

sluggishly and went to open the door. He wasn’t great on security.

“’Lo?”

“Draco? You’ve grown.”

“Who’re you?”

“I’m your old teacher, Professor Lupin. Hermione asked me to help you?”

“Ah. That’s nice.” He went back to the couch.

Lupin stared. “Where’s Hermione?”

Draco stared back. “Oh, she’s in the shower.”

The man cocked an eyebrow. “And her parents?”

“Work.” Draco just now noticed his expression. “I- I haven’t tried anything.”

He didn’t sound convincing.

A door at the end of the hall opened. Hermione peeked over in the direction of the couch. She

couldn’t see Lupin from her point of view. When she was sure Draco wasn’t looking, she dashed
silently from the hall towards her bedroom clad in a big green towel, and a foot away from the
door she screamed in surprise as she finally noticed Remus. He’d only now noticed her too.

“P-P-Professor!” She sputtered before dodging into the room without another word.

Lupin cocked an eyebrow again, and Draco patted the cushion next to him. “Wanna watch the

television while we wait for her then? It’s fun.”
 
 
 

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