AN: Sorry for being a while. I will use the excuse of life yet again. Thank you for everybody who has stuck with me and also those who have given me helpful critism! Let me know what you think!

Chapter 11

Harry's mind was whirling faster than a speeding bullet as he looked at Remus. The said man was lying in one of the 12 beds, his skin as pale as the white sheets except for the flush of his cheeks. Harry's heart beat steadily as he approached. He slowly brought a hand to Remus' forehead. Hot.

He stepped back. Fever. Infection.

And with that his thoughts ignited his actions.

He quickly took off his jacket and discarded it on the empty bed next to him and than whipped the sheets off of Remus.

"LY! JAY! Get in here!" He yelled as he observed the bandages that littered Remus' chest.

Carefully he started to peel the largest one back.

Bloody hell.

The wound was large, swollen and scabbed over, however it was budging yellow.

Shit, he thought, I'm going to have to open this.

"Doc! You're back!"

Harry didn't turn around; instead he started digging through his bag, throwing potions out behind him knowing that Ly would catch them. They had done this dance before.

Except not with Remus, a voice in the back of his head whispered. Harry quickly shut that voice up.

"Jay! I'll need a scalpel and some clean hot water and a flame."

After dowsing his hands in hand sanitizer he grabbed the purple potion and started smearing it around the wound.

"Scalpel," he said calmly.

Ly handed it to him without a word. He than dunked it in the sterile water, dried it, and passed it through the open flame that Jay lit.

Slowly he drew a line with the scalpel to reopen the wound.

The smell was awful as he drained the puss from the wound.

He poured some more of the purple potion on the wound. Once he was sure that the purple potion cleaned the wound thoroughly he placed his hands over the wound and closed his eyes. Although he could feel Ron and Hermione watching him with large eyes he didn't focus on it. Instead he searched for his core, his safe place, his magic. Taking a deep breath he willed his magic to travel from his core, through his chest, through his arms, through his hands, into Remus.

Heal.

Please Heal.

A soft pure white light seemed to emit off of Harry. The wound gradually closed.

Harry willed more magic. The light grew brighter and brighter until it gave a blinding flash and diminished all together.

Feeling light-headed Harry looked down and felt satisfied by the light scar that his hands now covered.

Harry turned around to look at Ly and Jay only to find them smiling at him, he than turned to look at Ron and Hermione for the first time since they arrived.

Hermione looked at him with shock, but Harry knew that in a few seconds her mind would catch up and start asking millions of questions. Ron was staring at him with awe and some other emotion Harry couldn't identify.

Harry looked back at Remus and sighed.

"Alright lets do this again," he said as he reached for Remus' next bandage.

Severus paced back and forth trying to keep his emotions in check, while Minerva shot him an unbelieving stare.

Her hands were clutching a cup of tea she was drinking before Severus stormed into her office.

She cautiously put her cup down, trying her best to stop her hands from shaking.

"You are telling me that you let Potter, Granger, and Weasley outside the school for a supposed picnic, with the knowledge of Remus' disappearance."

Severus glared at her. "I did not know that Albus told Granger and Weasley about the Wolf."

"Did none of this seem suspicious to you Severus!" Minerva snapped. "This is Potter, Granger, and Weasley! They have a history of getting into trouble! Did the timing of this not wave any red flags to you!"

"Of course it did!" Severus barked back.

Minerva's hands clenched the arms of her chair, her eyes bright with furry. Severus could've sworn for a second that steamed came from her nose.

"Then why didn't you stop it!"

Severus froze. Why didn't he stop them? They were acting suspiciously, and red flags were waving. Yet Severus let them go after talking to Potter.

Severus's mind flashed, replaying the exact wording and scene with Potter looking at him defiantly, confidently, and his two accomplices looking pale and fearful.

Everything had been going accordingly until Potter had mentioned Remus.

Severus's mind flashed again, but this time in realization.

"He manipulated me." He whispered in shock. Potter had played him.

Minerva let a large breathe out, and then replaced her tea glass in favor of two whiskey glasses. Grabbing the bottle she normally kept under her desk she poured the glasses half way.

"Welcome to the club," she said as she handed him the glass. "You get to tell Albus, I'll inform the order."

She then downed her glass in a single gulp and proceeded out the door.

Ron glanced at Harry and then at Remus.

Harry looked exhausted, and Ron couldn't blame him. Watching Harry work was incredible. All of Remus' wounds were healed and only light scars left traces of the horror that inflicted him. The unhealthy flush of Remus' cheeks had left, and a more humanly color at returned.

"Harry," Ron whispered. "What is this place?"

Harry let out a breath from the bed next to Remus and Hermione looked up from her seat next to Remus.

"I had always been a fast healer," Harry started as he sat up.

Ron had a sudden burst of rage towards the Dursleys.

"I decided to run away after a while of living with the Dursleys, and I met Ly on the streets. She had been badly injured and was dying; I had just stumbled upon her. I didn't know her but I knew she was special and that I had to save her. I was eight when I found that I had the ability to heal not only myself but also others.

"The second time I ran away, I found Jay. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong gang. I healed him from a stab wound. At that time I was staying in this warehouse with Ly.

"Jay went back to his gang and let them know what happened. Word got around and pretty soon people were coming here to get healed. Before I knew it I was helping all gangs around the area. Jay left the gang and started helping me here."

"The police caught me twice and I was taken back to the Dursleys. The third time they caught me I healed one of their own from a gunshot. They decided to leave me be after that. Soon this became a safe zone for all street people. I don't tolerate gang fighting here and everybody knows that."

Harry smiled and lay back down. "I am truly proud of it."

Harry closed his eyes. "It's late and I am tired. I need to send a message to Hogwarts telling them we are alive."

"Don't worry about that Harry, " Hermione said softly and emotionally. "I'll write it right now."

Harry was already asleep.

Snape watched the Order members all scream and shouted at each other after the news. He couldn't help but feel as though he was in the wrong place.

Honestly, one member was screaming for the raiding of the Dark Lord's home.

Idiot, Snape thought to himself, as if one could simply bust into the Dark Lord's home.

The dunderhead didn't even know where the Dark Lord lived.

Half way through the screaming an owl flew in.

Potter's Owl.

The room went silent as Snape grabbed the letter from the animal.

Dear Professor,

I am just writing to tell you we are all safe. I cannot tell you where we are, but we will be back by tomorrow. I can promise you that Remus was not with He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named. Remus is alive and safe.

Sorry if we made you worry,

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger

(with Ron Weasely and Harry Potter)