Sirius got a bit irritated with his best mate.
'I'm not able to believe it either' he hissed softly. 'But
think, James. The only way he would be able to get a normal life is to join Voldemort. That's what they all think! If Voldemort wins this war, he will make sure the Werewolves don't need to hide anymore. The world would be fun with werewolfs, who can go, walk and stand where they want. Being able to bite every living creature they can get their hands on. It would be like... paradise!'
~***~
David took Evan out of his chair and went to the living room. There he places Evan in his play box, and he himself went to the hall to get the morning's Muggle news paper.
It was december 23rd, and it was full with Christmas specials. There was no sign about the wizard war.
David sat down on the sofa and opened the news paper, searching for any suspicious news. He soon found a small article about the increasing number of dog bitings in Northern England. Now only children, but also adults. Most Muggles died when they had been bitten. Muggles couldn't stand the curse of werewolves bites. Only Wizards could.
David shook his head, and looked up at Evan for a moment, who was playing with wooden cubes
Icon says: 'Look, Benedict. That one over there is Viccy. Marry her. Now. I'll be your best man and godfather to your babies.'
Wishful thinking.