The Godfather

Bang! The door was shoved open roughly. Hurried footsteps came from the corridor, and a figure rushed into the hall like the wind. Panting, he looked at the man reading the newspaper and said, "Have you seen today's Daily Prophet? Peter is dead. That bastard actually died."

"Don't panic. This isn't like you." Black looked up at his old friend, poured him a glass of Butterbeer, and gestured for him to drink something and catch his breath before continuing. "I just saw it in the paper. They said Peter died of illness in Azkaban Prison."

"This is suspicious." Lupin took a deep breath. "He couldn't have fallen ill and died in Azkaban Prison so quickly. You know what I mean."

"You suspect Peter used some method to escape." Black frowned, seemingly considering the possibility. Having been imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years, he knew the conditions there well and had more right to speak on the matter than most.

His old friend's words carried some bias. As far as Sirius knew, many wizards went mad and died within weeks of being sent to Azkaban Prison. But Peter... Remus was right to consider it. Peter had a history of playing dead—twice, at that.

Why couldn't there be a third time? "There's more." Lupin drained his Butterbeer in one gulp, took a moment to catch his breath, and continued, "I heard Mrs. Peter visited Peter in prison before he died. A few days after she returned, she went mad, set a fire, and burned herself along with the entire house."

"The newspaper didn't report that. And how did she get into Azkaban Prison?" Black's brow furrowed deeply. He increasingly felt that Remus's guess was correct. Something was wrong here.

Their old partner might really have escaped from prison.

The two carefully went