“Is a pathetic excuse of a pureblood, friend of the Potters. Sex videos …”
“Former friend.” Remus interrupted nastily, snarling for effect. The sanctity of his mind restored, it all came into stark focus. The blank look of the Imperious curse faltered upon Ginny Weasley’s face, unabashed pain replacing it for but a second. The bastard would never again lay a finger upon her. “Harry’s been having a rough year, as you can see.”
A pitiless snort came from Dolhov’s direction. How could he have failed to notice before? Ron frowned. “Tsk, tsk. He couldn’t make them out… They had… “Enough to know he was all too happy to learn your name tonight.” He knew the consequences of this, if horrible, would be his to bear. “You drank the other substance without question.”
Remus shrugged. Remus caught it with his shirt sleeve, uneager to come in contact with the forbidden metal. He had had another violent dream with Voldemort that week, and had woken up in a right state, screaming at every one of them. All he was left with, were unanswered questions, and this cruel circle of hell called the Hogwarts hospital wing. “Oh you filthy…” He muttered, frantically wiping his face in the folds of his cloak.
