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Review Response: Is Philip Harry in disguise? Bit of an age difference don't you think? Amazing to get two reviews so fast. Uni starts on Monday so I'm trying to get a few chapters out fast before I get bogged down with classes. Hope you continue to like, thanks so much for the reviews.

Chapter 1

Remus opened his eyes and blinked, so he'd finally cracked, unless slaves were usually kept in such opulent conditions. Well, if he had to be mad at least it was a nice delusion, better than his filthy cell back at the Compound. He just wished he could have seen his friends once more, he'd even have settled for Snape. Maybe this meant he would die soon and see James, Sirius, Lily and Harry again, he could only hope. The last thing he remembered was being dragged in front of some French Death Eater couple and being bought. Was he in France now?

"Good morning." He tensed, looking up slightly. Standing in the doorway was the man. He stepped fully into the room and Remus saw the tray he was carrying as the door shut behind him. He watched warily as the man walked towards the bed, putting the tray on the table before sitting beside him. His wand was in its holster, oh so close to Remus.

"Oh Remus what did they do to you?" His head snapped up, surprised at the mans words and tone. Had he really sounded sad?

"Who?" He managed to croak.

"In time old friend. First things first and that's getting you fed, cleaned up and a medical exam. I promise, no one here will hurt you." Remus looked pointedly at his left arm and the man smiled, casually rolling his sleaves up. The revealed skin was bare, except for one or two scars.

"I'm not a Death Eater Remus, nor is anyone else here. Can you sit up?" Remus struggled up to lean against the pillows that were quickly arranged for him. The man picked up a bowl of soup and held the spoon to his lips. Remus pulled away, not ready to trust. In response the man swallowed the contents himself. Unless he was suicidal the soup wasn't poisoned. Of course he could have taken the antidote in anticipation but he could just as easily kill him with his wand, why go to the trouble of poison? It wasn't long before Remus couldn't eat anymore.

"Do you think you can stand? No offence but you're in desperate need of a bath and shave."

"Help." He coughed and a glass of water appeared. He accepted help in hobbling into the ensuite and, too his embarrassment, into the tub. An hour later he was helped back into bed, loving the feel of the cool, fresh sheets and looking a lot more like his old self.

"Sleep Remus, no harm will come to you."

"Who are you?"

"For now I am Philip. Sleep old friend." Remus' eyes drifted shut as Philip's suggestion took hold. He watched him sleep for a while before slipping from the room.

"How is he?"

"Exhausted and suspicious."

"Can you really blame him? Especially when you won't tell him anything?"

"In the state he's in? A shock like that could kill him Kin."

"I know. Get some sleep, I'll watch him."

"Where's Geo?"

"Where is he usually?" She smiled and kissed his cheek softly.

"You'll see, everything will be alright." She slipped into the room.