A/N Yes, I did have to miss out the parts where Remus dies AND the actual attack. Don't think I completely ignored it, because it had to be so for the structure. You are going to find out what happened.

His head hurt. Harry opened his eyes and grimace – his everything hurt, actually. He was in a strange, white room with no windows. Draco was sleeping in a lounge chair in the corner, a book in his limp hands.

'Draco?' Harry said, and his voice was croaky.

Draco's eyes shot open and a moment later he flew off the armchair and was covering Harry's face with kisses.

'Hey, hey!' Harry gently moved Draco away, 'whats wrong? Where am I?'

Draco, a wide grin on his face,

'I still don't know,' he said, 'what happened when you left, I mean. But then I got an owl from Ginny Weasley telling me that you were at St. Mungo's. So I came here and – and - ' he could not make himself recount the horrors he'd gone through as he had watched the deathly-pale Harry, 'I stayed here for the last week,' he finished, rather lamely.

'I was out for a week?' Harry asked weakly.

'Yeah. Um... How are feeling?'

'OK, I guess. I've felt worse... Well, okay, I feel like shit, but I'll live.'

He smiled, and Draco smiled back. But soon the blond;s face became serious again.

'Harry, you wanna tell me what happened?'

Harry did not answer at first. Then he began talking, and the words were tumbling out of his mouth like a waterfall, and eh was glad Draco knew better than to interrupt him.

They'd Apparated to the place where Remus's body had been found – it was a wood, dark and seemingly endless.

'Here,' an elderly Auror told Harry,

Harry nodded curtly, and took out his wand. A tiny beam of yellow light appeared from his wand. This was spell that the Aurors used to identify what people where here last, kind of like the Muggles used fingerprints. The entire problem was that if it had rained, all the invisible magical remnants would be gone. Then they would not know who was here with Remus.

But it had not rained. Harry saw smoke rise from the ground, and it formed into a figure of a man. Then into another. And another. Harry knew the three well – Browne. Crabbe. Ivanov.

He turned to Tonks, who nodded assent. He then pointed his wand to the depth of the wood and said

'Akoluthos Browne, Crabbe, Ivanov.'

The wand began to pull at his hand, leading him in the direction from where the three Deatheaters came. The seven Aurors followed him silently, wands poised, Tonks bringing up the rear.

'What if it's a trap?' Viktor, who was walking side-by-side with Harry, asked. 'I cannot imagine they'd be so stupid. What if they left their traces there on purpose?'

'It'll be okay, Viktor,' Harry said, still following the wand, 'it'll be okay.'

Viktor looked away, unsure of whom Harry was reassuring – him or himself?

They walked like that for more than an hour. It was growing darker still, if it was even possible, and the trees were growing less densely now.

Harry felt his scar sear with pain, blinding him so suddenly that he fell to his knees, letting go of his wand. Hermione grabbed it, turning to Harry with a worried look.

'What is it? Is it you scar again?'

'Yeah,' Harry managed. The pain was leaving him. 'He's close.'

He got up and they resumed their walking. A few minutes passed and Harry sensed something. Something – bad.

He stopped abruptly – the trees had ended and their were standing at the edge of a clearing. There was a cottage – rather like Hagrid's – in the middle, but the windows were dark and it generally had the air of a deserted place. Still, Harry could not shake off the feeling that something was not right.

And when the two dozen Lumoses went on, he was sure of it.