“I don't know,” Severus was wary at the thought of killing Remus. In fact, he was wary at the thought of killing anyone for that matter. Of course he had been guilty of some sort of murder by now, but such hostile events had occurred several months ago—a time in which he thought he could keep buried inside of his haunted past now that the Dark Lord had the satisfaction of taking over the Ministry of Magic. Apparently not. “Perhaps there could be a way to conceal his death. Though, I am not the only one assigned to these individuals. The Dark Lord gave me a partner and this partner can not get to him before I do.” Severus lowered his head before raising his finger-tips to the smooth skin adjacent to his forehead. “I don't know,” repeated Severus as he finally took a seat at the table he had prepared Harry's serum upon. “One of us will not survive. This is the best resolution I can think of right now.” Severus would contact Remus through the journal system and ultimately hope for the best. As for Maxwell, the other on his hit-list—there was simply nothing he could do.