Author Notes: Okay, he's getting rescued now. Pauses to see if anyone is cheering. I know you've been waiting for him to, and now it's finally happening. Oh, and me writing a long chapter is finally happening also. Really, I am sorry about the short chapters, but it's better than me taking 6 months to write a long chapter isn't it? Thanks for the review Occasus. (Munches on chocolate). Murielmodel, thanks to you to (smiles). I just have this mental block when it comes to reading books i've already seen movies too. I'm trying to read "Interview with the Vampire", but it's hard. Welcome aboard Simone, don't worry I update fast!

Disclaimer: No I don't own these characters. (sob).

Chapter 6

His nightmare was back. It had first happened the day after he arrived, when his father started locking him in a bare room with nothing but a bed for the night. As far as he knew, his father never checked, and even if he had the ability to scream his father still wouldn't come. He'd probably just soundproof the door, and go back to bed.

The dreams he had had when he was with Lupin had been normal, light filled, dreams, while this nightmare started out with light and then went to dark. Reliving this was scarier than facing his father every day, but only by a bit. For the sixth night and a row he was currently having it.

"No eyes to see my plans" the Dark Lord's voice rang out. He pointed his wand at the helpless man bound to the floor.

His naked body shivered, and he almost cried out with the pain of the spell that blinded him, and took the light away making everything completely dark.

"Or voice to tell them" there was a slashing wand movement this time.

Before he could even open his mouth to try and test this, the Dark Lord hit him with the Cruciatus curse. No sound came out, even though he opened his mouth in a soundless scream. He relived the pain of that particular spell for the sixth time feeling every nerve in his body screaming, and felt the achiness afterwards.

The Dark Lord's voice was a whisper beside him. "And with this you will hear my words, and Dumbledore's instructions, no more", there was more pain afterwards that caused his ears to ring. It was subsiding to be replaced by complete and utter silence. He knew what came next. He was seconds away from being manhandled by two Deatheaters, when he felt himself being pulled into sitting position. A light sleeper, he awoke immediently.

An arm was wrapped around his shoulders, and a person was sitting on the bed with him. In the person's empty hand was a goblet full of a potion they were trying to get him to swallow. He smelled his father's rancid breath and let out a mental sigh. He shouldn't get his hopes up that someone would burst in, and rescue him. He shouldn't have let himself think for a minute that this might be some kind of healing potion from Madame Pomfry. Resigned, he drank the foul smelling stuff he didn't recognize to avoid being hit again. Unable to get back to sleep he began pacing once his father left. He didn't even need to feel the walls; he had the room memorized much like he had Lupin's memorized.

Within a shortwhile he started tiring. Which didn't make sense, he shouldn't be tired. His body began to feel like lead, and it became hard to move. His mind became fuzzy, and he laid on the floor feeling unable to go back to bed. Not to long after, he felt his father pick him up. He felt the familiar covers of his father's bed as he was laid there. It was like his brain was in a fog, and he didn't even realize how unusual it was that his father left him there and didn't feed off him.

He'd been up for hours and had been waiting impatiently, much like an impatient child on Christmas. The only thing was that no amount of Christmas presents could compete with him visiting his former, and much needed, companion. He felt like running downstairs, as he heard the door shut and the familiar sound of Molly's footsteps on the stairs.

"Remus dear, it's time", she took his arm and led him out of the room, and down the stairs to Headmaster Dumbledore and Madame Pomfry.

Dumbledore knocked on the door, and was greeted by Cerebus Snape. He ushered them inside, warning them about how sick Severus was. Remus heard Poppy say," don't worry I'll have him fixed for you", but that was all he heard. He barely paid attention to the idle chitchat Cerebus made as he led them to the very nice room Cerebus had moved Severus to.

Remus followed Poppy's footsteps when they got there, all the way to the bed. He sat himself gently on the edge of it, while Dumbledore moved worriedly to the other side opposite Poppy and Remus. He moved his hand around the bed and found Severus's. He gave it a gentle squeeze as a way of saying 'hi'

Mmmmmmmmmmm…….more po-. Something penetrated the fog. That is not my father's hand! No, it couldn't be. He relaxed into the fog again. The hand squeezed, and the fog that enshrouded his mind retreated a little. It was Lupin's good morning hand squeeze! Happiness exploded inside him, he felt small tears of joy slip past. He was saved! The hand was going away. No, stay! He rolled heavily to his side, and tried to grab it with his heavy arms, to grab Lupin and make sure his rescuer didn't leave him. You can't leave me, he mouthed as he found Lupin's arm and put as tight a grip as he could on him.

Poppy saw the tears after Remus squeezed his hand. "Remus stop, your hurting him". He let go, only to be grabbed a few minutes later by uncoordinated arms that held him with a lax grip. She was perturbed by the lack of effects her potions were having on the obviously sick man, as she felt his forehead. His mouth caught her eye, and she watched as he mouthed, don't leave me, over and over again. She moved Remus's arm out of his reach and watched, as he didn't move to grab it again. He'd stopped repeating his phrase. She was shocked. He had to be drugged or something, if he had been simply sick he would have tried again.

"Albus, can you walk me out. The potions should take effect in the next couple of hours." She lied for the sake of Cerebus being present.

Remus frowned knowing that Madame Pomfry didn't have a single potion that took hours for effect. He would know, as he was well used to the hospital wing. Dumbledore knew that was the case also, and followed her out so that they could talk away from Cerebus.

The silence was intense after they left. Remus could feel Cerebus's tension even more than he had when the cheerful sounding man opened the front door.

"Albus, he's not sick", she told him in a worried voice.

"I'd suspected that. His mental defenses are down. He's either feverish…or drugged." He replied after sighing heavily

"He's not feverish at all", she hissed in a whisper

"But, would drugs make him looked that sick? He looks like he's wasting away", he asked concerned.

"We need to get him away from here. Tell him you want him hospitalized with me."

Dumbledore nodded, and watched her appaperate to the edge of Hogsmeade, before he went back into the uncomfortably quiet room.

"Mr. Snape? Madame Pomfry thinks it would be a good idea if he were hospitalized with her for a day."

Cerebus stopped himself from looking worriedly at the nightshirt that covered his son's scarred back. "I thought she said he'd be better in a couple of hours, Headmaster", he said smoothly without a trace of the fear that was prevalently running through his mind right now.

"Better safe than sorry, don't you agree Remus?"

"Of course", he answered promptly, the idea of Severus coming with them thrilling him.

"I don't want us to be a bother. In fact, I'll take him to a healer at Mungo's later if this doesn't stop." He told them a note of finality in his voice.

"I can keep him for the weekend, and give you a break. I assure you he'll be fine", Dumbledore said with a determined look.

"You don't have to do this. Severus, is fine."

"I want to do this. All of his friends and myself miss him dearly."

All of his friends? Meaning there were more of these people. He'd thought all hisson's friends wereDeatheaters and that since his son wasa traitor they'd never check up on him.There was no way he'd be able to hide forever, if all his son's friends were like this. He weighed his chances, a blind man, and an old one. Things looked good for him. Dumbledore might have been the greatest wizard ever once, but this weary looking old timer couldn't be.

He sprung and grabbed Dumbledore by the neck. Intent on overpowering him, and because he hadn't had his breakfast, he was about to sink his fangs into someone for the first time when he felt a wand jab him in the stomach and blast him backwards. He tried to get up, and found that his ankles and wrists were tied.

"Now, tell me what you gave to Severus, and whether or not you've been feeding off him." He asked in a cold steely furious voice that sent shivers up Remus's spine. Severus had emerged from the fog again and was slowly flailing his arms trying to find Remus. He clasped Severus's hand in his own and pulled the man into a hug. It was a warm cologne free hug.

Author Notes: 1,523 words author Notes not included. That's long, for me at least. Hopefully you've enjoyed this chapter, if you did please review. If you hated it please review.