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Harry's eyes widened in fear, Remus' tone of voice catching him a little off guard.

"Dear God Harry!" he cried "what have they done to you?"

Looking down shamefully, Harry attempted to place his hand over his left forearm. Remus had not yet noticed the scar. Hoping to keep that particular instance a secret, Harry allowed the man to examine the rest of his injuries.

"The cuts on your back are quite infected Harry," he noted "but nothing that a bit of medicine can't fix"

Smiling a little, Harry looked up into the man's eyes. He was completely distraught, that much was made apparent. Had he been a little less preoccupied with covering the scar on his arm, Harry may have even attempted to comfort him. He truly did not want anyone to 'get emotional'. His Uncle, when dealing with Harry's wounds, had not exactly been kind.

"Listen Harry," the man suddenly proclaimed "I'm just going to get some things from the bathroom... I'll be right back ok?"

The boy nodded meekly.

"If you need me, just call out." He finished.

Harry's eyes followed the man as he left the room, still dressed in his pajamas. Had this particular scene taken place during the last school term, Harry may have even found it humorous. The man had been his professor after all, his favorite, most trustworthy teacher.

As the man reentered the room, the boy noted the assortment of bottles in his hands. Audibly gulping, he couldn't help but fear what was to come. Antiseptics and things of sorts had always caused him an abundance of pain.

"Ok bud," Lupin began "I'm going to have to ask you to lift your arms."

Horror flashed across the boy's face, fear riddling his features. Remus was unsure as to what had caused the sudden change in temperament, but needed him to raise his arms no less. If he were to apply these creams, the skin needed to be taught. It was the first rule of magical medicine.

"I ca-can't" Harry stuttered, struggling to form an excuse in his head.

He hoped Remus would simply assume it brought about a horrible memory, allow him to keep his hands where they were. Given, much of his scar was still visible... but at least one could not make out the word.

"Harry please?" the man pleaded "It won't hurt I swear. It'll all be over in a minute."

Harry began to breathe a little heavier, truly beginning to panic. Remus had not seen the full extent of his injuries yet. Sure, he had been the belt marks and busies... but he had not seen everything. The finger marks on his neck were little in comparison to his forearm. The lashings that covered his back were too incomparable. Had he thought the situation through properly, he mightn't have asked for help in the first place.

Carefully turning as to face away from Remus, Harry lifted his arms. His forearm, not directly pointed at the man, seemed to have gone unnoticed. Allowing himself to sigh, Harry relaxed a little. Soon, Harry could feel Remus' cool hands running over his back. The lashes soon numbed and hence the boy was unable to feel the man applying additional creams.

"You still look a mess" Remus stated "but it's certainly an improvement."

Smiling a little, Harry allowed relief to fill him. Remus was not mad, he had not intentionally harmed him.

"Now spin round so I can do your front" he added casually.

Again feeling his stomach drop, Harry glanced down at his chest. It looked far better than it usually did, nothing more than a few bruises apparent on his stomach. A small scar ran across his ribcage though it was nothing in comparison to his back.

"No it's fine really!" Harry begged... not wanting to alert Remus as to why he was so nervous.

If he turned around, there was absolutely no way he could hide his forearm.

"Come on Harry," Remus cooed "Don't be silly. It's no problem at all."

Blinking back tears, the boy attempted to formulate an excuse in his mind. There seemed no logical explanation for him NOT to turn around.

It seemed Harry had no reason to worry at all. Unbeknown to him, Sirius had entered the room. It seemed he had awoken shortly after Harry had fumbled up the stairs. Looking up, Harry's eyes met his godfathers. Sirius had simply wanted to hug the boy, unaware that his presence was about to complicate things even further.

In the span of 15 seconds, Sirius seemed to have located the source of Harry's disdain. Taking a hold of the boy's wrist, he moved the scar into better view. WHAT IN THE WORLD?

Freak

"Harry?" he asked urgently "what is this?"

Though the man attempted to keep his cool, acid laced his words. Sirius was angry; there was no doubt about it.

"It's no-thing really" the boy was able to sputter, attempting to pull his hand away from his godfather.

Remus, now clued on to what was happening, stood with his mouth agape. He was unsure as to exactly what had caused Harry's injury though was worried no less. Had Harry done this to himself or had it been his Uncle? Heaven forgive him should it have been his Uncle!

Sirius, now furrowing his brow in complete desolation, refused to let go of the boy's hand. He bit down on his lip, attempting to withhold his tears.

"Please cub," he whispered "Just tell me what happened."

Allowing a single tear to fall down his cheek, Harry looked up at Sirius. They couldn't know... they simply could not. It had, without a doubt, been the worst moment of his life. He had been pinned down, and he had struggled. It seemed that nothing within his power had been able to prevent the knife befalling his arm. No kick nor scream nor squirm had been able to free him. He had been helpless, completely helpless.

"I-I-I" the boy stuttered "I can't!"

Sirius, now shaking his head, began running his fingers through the boy's hair.

"You can," he assured "You can Harry, You can."

Tears now freely flowing down his face, Harry fell to the ground. Sirius, squatting alongside him, released his grip on the boy. Remus too bent down beside him, rubbing soothing circles on his newly healed back.

"I didn't even DO IT!" Harry screamed irrationally, the explanation obviously making more sense in his head. "It was Dudley!"

Sirius attempted to smile comfortingly though found his face twisted more so into a scowl. He was going to KILL somebody. Preferably that excuse of a man... Vernon Dursley. He was going to kill him for what he'd done to his cub, he was going to suffer!

"I couldn't get away!" the boy howled "I couldn't do anything!"

Sirius allowed himself to sob a little, though he did not cry. His tears remained unfallen, at least until he was alone.

"Shhhhh cub" he hushed "You're ok now, you're safe now."

Drawing Harry into his arms, Sirius hugged him. It was a sign of respect, of utmost admiration. Harry was without a doubt, the bravest person he'd ever met. Looking over at Remus, Sirius found it a little harder to prevent himself from crying. It was as if he were staring into the eyes of a wolf, the man so unbelievably mad that he seemed unable to control his emotions. Both men could at least agree on something... Vernon Dursley was going to PAY!

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Oh and I do realize that harry somewhat admitted to being starved during his 'rant' at the Dursley's BUT he said so amongst other one-time occurrences. He said he had been locked in his cubboard without food... the men simply assumed it had only happened the once. Does that answer your question :D

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