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I am rewriting/adding parts of this story to improve it and get rid of inconsistencies. If you see any let me know.
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Remus slammed his fists on the table. "I'm telling you that something is seriously wrong with him." He ran his hands through his hair and turned away from the Headmaster.
Dumbledore sighed and pressed his fingertips together. "Remus. I understand your anger. But all of Harry's letters say that he is all right. We all know that he is lying, but we have to respect that he does not want to talk to us about it." Dumbledore conjured a red flower patterned tea set and set it on the kitchen table. He poured two cups and added cream to Remus' cup, setting it in front of him. He added seven sugar cubes to his own cup and took a sip.
Remus scowled but sat and took a sip from the cup. "I saw him, ok? He was badly sunburned. He screamed at me to leave." He took a long drink. "I could understand almost anything he did. Sirius is gone. I don't want to believe it either. But his eyes were dead. He kept trying to hide his arms from me. He moved away every time I came closer. I've never seen--" His head fell into his hands.
"He has not dealt with losing Sirius. And while he might work through it better surrounded by friendly faces he is safe with his relatives. Does he not deserve to know that he is in a place where Voldemort can not hurt him?"
"Yes, but--" Remus put down his cup and looked at Dumbledore. He sighed and downed the rest of the tea. "Maybe I want him around for myself too." He rested his head on his bent arm. "I miss my friends."
Dumbledore stood and wrapped an arm around Remus' shoulders. "As do I my boy. As do I."
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Severus Snape set the wolfsbane potion on the counter and melted back into the shadows, the door barely making a sound as it shut. He slipped past the now silent painting of the fortunately late Mrs. Black and exited the house. These people needed better security. The Fidelius charm alone didn't manage to keep the Potters very safe. He grimaced and stopped in his tracks. He backtracked to the nearest dark alleyway and apparated into the midst of a silent forest, rubbing his arm. The trees whispered as their leaves brushed together. The moist grass squished underneath his shoes and the hem of his black robe darkened even further with moisture. He took a deep breath and entered the clearing dropping to his knees his forehead touching the ground. The light rain pooled in droplets in his hair and ran down his forehead without the protection of the trees. He blinked water out of his eyes. "You summoned me my Lord?"
The Dark Lord reclined on his throne of entwined saplings and moss. He twirled his wand, his eyes never leaving his subject. "Yes. I have a job for you."
Severus repressed a shudder at the near glee in the man's voice. "Anything my Lord." He pressed himself closer to the ground.
He shifted and leaned forward. "Go and observe Harry Potter."
The grass brushed against his face and left wet streaks across his cheeks. "My Lord? He can not be touched while he is with his relations." He was going downhill faster than anticipated. Plans would have to be accelerated to maximize on this.
Feet hit the ground. "As I well know!" The voice was over his shoulder. Robes mused his hair as he cringed.
"Forgive me my Lord." He tensed his muscles to accept the curse.
He walked back to his throne. The thin branches creaked as he lowered his weight into it. "In time. Crucio!"
Severus clenched his teeth as the pain consumed him. White spots jumped in front of his eyes before all his vision was consumed by white. The onslaught ended and Severus blinked through the backlashes of pain. His vision began to clear and the ground stopped shifting as his equilibrium reasserted itself.
"Rise." Severus forced his knees to lock as he pushed himself off the ground. He kept his eyes averted from the throne in front of him. He forced his hands to release their fists and relax at his sides. "I wish to know Potter's attitude. I want to know if he looks or acts as if he's about to break. You will report what you find when I call you. Act quickly. Your time will be limited.
Severus nodded. "Yes my Lord."
"Leave me."
Severus forced his muscles into action and hurried from the clearing as fast as he could without running or appearing nervous.
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Severus downed the potion and felt the heaviness drain from his muscles. He could almost feel the balance restoring itself in his nerves. Severus smashed the empty potion vial against the wall. Idiot! What kind of person chooses this? He could have done anything. He paced in front of his lab table. He could have broken away entirely like--Why had he cast that first black spell? He dropped onto the stool next to the wall. Why had he been so STUPID? He pulled out his wand and pointed it across the room. "Reparo." The glass shards flew together and melted together. He moved slowly across the room and bent down to scoop the vial. He placed it in the rack on his desk. He sighed and pressed his thumb to the bridge of his nose. Watching Harry Potter to see if he was going to break? What was the Dark Lord doing to him? Severus stared at the stone wall.
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