Meeting

He heard the knock, finally, after hours of impatient waiting! He reached over to the door and opened it, yet he saw no one there. "Take off the cloak, Harry."

"Take a seat, if you can manage to find one that is." He was clearly referring to the amount of junk that managed to find its way into the room.

"No actually, I don't stay in one place to long, I do however make my way to inns and things of the sort. They have to be places infested with muggles, otherwise I would surely be recognised. Ministry will go crazy if they know a dead man is walking around." He paused and gave a slight laugh. "Well someone that isn't like the Dark Lord." He started to pace around the room. "So tell me, what has happened with everyone, the Order, the Ministry? I don't know much." He said admittingly.

"Well no, to be quite honest, death has been keeping me rather busy..." He said pausing. "It's good to hear everyone's doing fine, but I don't know what I'm good for, for the Order, I mean. Everything seems to be under control, and everyone was doing fine without me." He said a bit undecisive.

"It's quiet, you don't feel much afterwards, which is torture on its own. Most would think not feeling is a blessing, but when the darkness consumes you, panic is your only way out. Much like the Dementors, but the Dementors had the sense not to suck that happiness all at once. This place was far worse than Azkaban could ever be. I suppose it doesn't make sense, but it's the only way I can describe it." He said looking out the window at the night sky.

"It doesn't matter, the Dark Lord brought me back, who else could it have been? And the important thing is I'm here now..."

He sighed a bit at the memory of that faithful evening. "It wasn't your fault, I suppose it was one of those things that was just meant to happen. It makes you wonder though? If I was supposed to die, then why am I back? There has to be some purpose in it..." He said as he trailed off.

"I'm not a big fan of tea nowadays. I do prefer Firewhiskey, however..." With a wave of his hand a small glass of the drink appeared before him. "Butterbeer?"

"I think butterbeer will be fine." And with that he conjured a pint of Butterbeer. "Maybe later on..." He handed Harry the drink.

"Well then," He said as he sipped from his glass. "I dare bring up the subject of Remus, what or who would ever possess him to do such a thing? What does he see in leaving the Order?" He said as he hid his smile behind his glass.

"I think someone far more clever is behind this, to be honest." He said as he gazed outside the window. "The problem is, who could be doing it? A Death Eater has no knowledge of the troubles that Remus endures. My guess is that someone from the inside is the one behind it..." He said as he trailed off into his glass of firewhiskey.

"Ah yes, very cunning indeed. How they manage such task, I do not know. Whoever it might be, I'm sure they have a sick plan to tear us apart. Every last one...." He added. "Has anyone been acting suspicous lately?"