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four: remus

it had been a few days since sirius had been sent to azkaban prison for life. the thought of him being there was constantly on my mind.

i was so alone now. my brother and my best friend had been killed, and my boyfriend was rotting in jail. i just wanted someone to cry to!

i had no idea what to believe, i couldn't help feeling like sirius had caused the explosion. although there was no way that he would ever betray lily and james, peter definitely had done that. 

there was a knock at my front door which made me jump. i shuffled to the door and opened it to reveal remus lupin. "remus?"

"blair.. it's been a while. haven't seen you since lily and james' wedding." he was struggling to smile, he definitely knew about what had happened to them.

"yes remus, that's right." i shrugged. what was he doing here? i knew him and sirius had fallen out. "why are you here? may i ask?"

"can i come in?" he asked, i nodded doubtfully and opened the door wider to let him into the apartment. remus looked around the place with slight disgust on his face.

"this is where you've been living?" he raised an eyebrow. "still at sirius' shabby, old apartment?"

i brought two mugs of coffee from the kitchen into the living room. "oh yeah, where you living? buckingham palace?" i said sarcastically.

"i didn't mean to rude, blair. it's just... i thought your family was quite, you know.. well off?" he sipped his coffee slowly, blowing at it to cool it.

i looked down. "sirius didn't want to move out of this place, he loves it here."

"yeah well.. he wont be seeing it ever again considering he is a convicted killer." remus said.

"sirius didn't do it, remus!" i said angrily. there is no way this guy could have believed his best friend had murdered 13 people.

he looked at me for a while. "who else could have done this, blair? he killed peter!"

"peter betrayed lily and james!" i said loudly. remus was right but i didn't want to believe him. "you know sirius wouldn't hurt anyone."

"there's clear evidence!" we began squabbling at each other until something clicked inside me, remus was the only person i had left.

i sat down onto the sofa, putting my head in my hands. "remus... i will never stop believing that he is innocent because i know him and i know that he wouldn't help kill my brother and he wouldn't kill 13 people."

i felt him sit down next to me. "i'm sorry, blair." but i knew that he hadn't changed his mind, perhaps he never would.

"well what happens know?" remus said.

i looked up from my hands at him and shrugged. "i have no plans."

"what about harry? are you able to look after him?"

"no. apparently lily used a blood charm so only people with her blood could protect harry, so it wouldn't be safe if the dark lord is still at large."

remus raised his eyebrows at me in surprise. "you haven't heard?"

i shook my head. i hadn't left the house, let alone read the daily prophet. "voldemort is dead. harry... harry was the one to kill him." was remus crazy? how could a baby defeat voldemort?

"but anyway." remus said, interrupting my thoughts. "where are you going from here?"

"i need to get away."

"where?"

"anywhere." i blinked. "i just.. i can't stay here!"

i had always wanted to live in paris, my mother and father had taken james and myself there on multiple occasions.

although, paris was so far away from here. even though i cannot see sirius, it feels wrong to be so far away from him.

"i am living in a small cottage up in northern yorkshire, you are welcome to stay with me for a while." remus smiled warmly.

"it's rather hard to find work.. you know, with being a werwolf but i manage."

i managed a small smile. "thank you remus, but i think i will go to paris. see what happens from there."

"oh oui oui, paris." remus put on a jokey french accent, make me laugh slightly. "you will write to me though, won't you? since.. we only have each other."

i nodded. "of course, remus."

he finished the last of his drink, before raising from the sofa. "see you soon, bea."

i hugged him tightly. "see you soon, remi."

i showed him out of the apartment, waving goodbye as he left walking down the street.

then i ran to the bedroom and began throwing all of my stuff into suitcases and bags. out of the corner of my eye i noticed a picture frame.

it was a moving picture of the order, the majority of the people in the picture had been killed. i stroked the picture gently with my thumb.

for a second, i questioned whether i should take it. it held so many bad memories, reminded me of how my closest friends died. eventually i decided to and threw it into my suitcase.

when i went into the living room, i grabbed my belongings, and some floo powder from the shelf. i took a deep breath in whilst looking around the apartment one last time.

"place de furstemberg." i said clearly, before throwing the floo powder at my feet and vanishing away.