Though he did not react to her words, she could see that the twinkle in
Dumbledore's eyes began to fade a bit at the declaration.
"Remus is an Alpha?"
"Yes! Remus has his own pack," she said as she stood up. "Which means that if he
walks into another den, they'll smell it on him. Instead of being given the chance to prove
himself worthy of joining them, he'll likely have been challenged by the current Alpha,
surrounded by an entire pack of werewolves who may or may not be associated with
Voldemort!"
As she screamed, the walls began shaking with her rage.
The door to the small guest room burst open, and in the frame stood a wand-drawn
Alastor Moody, followed closely by Edgar Bones, Sirius, Frank, and Alice.
"Albus? Do we need to have another chat about the appropriate age for induction
into the Order?" the old Auror demanded as he aimed his wand at Mia.
"I'm afraid, Alastor," Dumbledore said as he stood up, "that we've made a grave
error." He moved around Mia and toward Moody. "Young Mr Lupin must be extracted
immediately; wait for nothing. This takes priority."
"That wasn't the plan," Moody growled.
"New information has been made available to me. I'm aware that many lives will be
lost in this war, but I will not allow that to happen needlessly. As of right now, Remus's
life is of utmost importance."
"It wasn't before?" Sirius snarled from the doorway, grey eyes fixed on the old wizard.
"Find Remus," Dumbledore ordered Moody, ignoring Sirius's comment. "Next
time we will be... prepared."
Mia felt her heart sink.
Next time.
October 16th, 1978Seven weeks.
Remus had been missing for seven weeks, and Sirius was beginning to lose hope.