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Thanks to Nancy for her help as always!
FLAMES OF BETRAYAL
"Oh my god," Harry breathed in horror. He took a step back and bumped into Sirius. He turned around and looked at his horrified godfather. "No," Harry said as he shook his head in denial. "Surely, he wouldn't do that." Sirius gave him a helpless look.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Harry moaned. He took a step back and disappeared from the Pensieve. Harry looked around the room dazedly, his stomach churning with nausea. With a moan, he leaned forward and threw up. He leaned against the table heavily, panting, trying to catch his breath. "Dobby," he called.
The house-elf appeared before him and looked at him, concerned. His eyes widened when he saw the vomit on the floor. With a snap of his finger, the vomit disappeared. Dobby leaned down and placed his hand on Harry's forehead.
"You don't have a fever. What's wrong?" Dobby asked.
"Harry, are you all right?" Ron asked as he rushed over to his brother.
Harry looked up and smiled weakly. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just needed to be sick. I just couldn't believe what I heard. It's just so wrong. One person is responsible for all those deaths, my family, the terrorizing of the Wizarding World and no one even knows about it. How can no one know the truth about Dumbledore? HOW?" Harry yelled, frustrated.
"Harry, people don't want to see what's right in front of them. They want to ignore it and pretend it isn't there," Sirius said softly.
"But why? Why would they want to do that? If someone had just said something, or did something, Voldemort would've never have risen. My grandfather and parents would've never died. I just...I just don't understand," Harry said, tears filling his eyes. Dumbledore had killed his family, and torn apart even more families. Voldemort may have done the killing, but Dumbledore put him on the path. Dumbledore had his own son abused and humiliated, so that Tom would begin his path to darkness. Merlin, what else did the man do to Tom?
"Harry, what's going on?" Dobby asked, confused.
Ron blew out a breath and sighed. "We found out something about the Headmaster that, well frankly, is very disturbing," he said gently.
"Disturbing?" Harry asked incredulously. "That man is twisted! What else did he do to Tom? If he could have his own son abused to further his plans, then what else could he have done?"
"Tom?" Dobby asked. "Who is Tom and what do you mean Dumbledore's son?"
"Tom Riddle, a.k.a., Lord Voldemort is actually Dumbledore's biological son. He obliviated Tom's mother and planted false memories her and Tom's supposed father's mind. Tom Riddle has no clue that Dumbledore is his father. The Headmaster gave orders to the orphanage where Tom grew up to have him abused so that he would be more susceptible to darkness. It's all part of a plan that Dumbledore has implemented," Ron explained to Dobby.
Dobby looked at them in shock. "The Dark Lord is Dumbledore's son? Oh great heavens," he said with a sigh. "What else did you learn?"
"So far that's all we've learned," Ron said.
Harry had his head bowed as he thought about what he had heard. It just didn't make sense to him. A sudden thought struck him and he raised his head quickly. Harry looked at Severus, his face filled with confusion.
"I have a question that I hope you might be able to answer," Harry said.
Severus nodded. "If I can."
"If Voldemort is Dumbledore's son, then whose bones did he use in order to be reborn?" Harry asked. The room went silent at the question. They hadn't thought about that.
"He had to use the bone of his father and I know that Wormtail had some bones. So whose were they? If they weren't his father's bones, then how was he actually reborn? Could the bones of anyone else work?" Harry asked.
Severus shook his head. "They might work, but there would've been complications in the ritual. Besides, why would he use the bones of anyone else? As far as the Dark Lord is concerned, Riddle was his father. You ask a very good question and sadly, I don't have an answer for you. I have feeling that Dumbledore might have done something though," he said thoughtfully.
Harry frowned. "Then that would mean that he knew about the ritual. How? If he did, then was the TriWizard Tournament deliberate on his part?"
"You know," Severus began slowly, "I had heard rumors that the tournament was going to be held at Durmstrang, but when Dumbledore announced to the teaching staff that it was going to be held at Hogwarts, I dismissed it as rumors and didn't think of it again. Now though, maybe Dumbledore arranged for the tournament to be held at Hogwarts. If it had been held anywhere else, Harry wouldn't have been sent because he was too young. It would seem to the rest of the world that he just wanted the prestige for Hogwarts and he had the political pull to get the tournament held at Hogwarts."
Harry groaned. "How much of my life has been manipulated by that man? How in the hell did he know that Voldemort was going to do that ritual? I thought the Ministry was in charge of the tournament. I just don't understand how he knew," Harry said, frustrated.
"Who was in charge of getting the ritual ready?" Ron asked.
"Wormtail," Harry hissed. "He's the one who tied me up, the one who did the ritual, the one who took my blood, the one who stole the bones..." Harry trailed off, shocked.
"Could Wormtail be a spy for Dumbledore?" Sirius asked.
Harry's eyes widened at the question. He shrugged, stunned by the possibility. "It would make sense. Wormtail is the only one who knew about the ritual."
"So, Dumbledore knew about the ritual and decided to give Wormtail a bone to complete the ritual?" Ron asked doubtfully.
"It could happen. A spell could remove a bone from the body and Skele-Grow could replace it. He needed Voldemort to be reborn if he wanted to have Harry defeat him," Severus said.
Harry shook his head. "There's a problem with that though. The words that Wormtail used when he did the ritual was.../Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son/...So if Dumbledore knew he gave the bone, the ritual wouldn't have worked," Harry explained.
The room was quiet for a moment before Ron piped up. "What about memory spells? Could Wormtail have told Dumbledore ahead of time, acquired the bones, then obliviated him? He would technically be unknowing."
"It could work I guess. In order for the magic to work, at the time the bone is used, the person must not know that he gave the bone away. Whether he knew about beforehand shouldn't matter. I haven't researched the spell so I can't say for sure," Severus said.
"In light of this possible situation, finding Wormtail is all that much more important. Once again, he has the answers we need. If it's true, then when did Wormtail become Dumbledore's spy? Has always been the spy or did he turn to Dumbledore for help only to be betrayed?" Sirius asked thoughtfully.
Harry sighed heavily. "Right now, we can't do anything about it and I don't feel good. I don't think I'm ready for anymore right now. I need to eat something, and then maybe take a nap. I'm feeling rather drained."
"That's fine, Harry. Sleep and we can pick this up later," Sirius said. "In the meantime I have something I need to do."
Harry looked at him curiously. "Oh yeah? What?"
Sirius grimaced. "I have to go talk to a wolf that I know," Sirius said sourly.
Harry's face blanked out and he sneered. "Have fun with that," he said coolly.
"Yeah, go me," Sirius sighed.
Remus looked up from the book he was reading at the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. He laid the book down on the bed and sat nervously, waiting for whoever was going to talk to him. He had only seen Dobby since he arrived here. He hoped that Sirius would come and visit him, but he hadn't. He hadn't heard anything about what was going on and Dobby did nothing but growl at him whenever he asked what was going on. Remus had to admit that he was afraid of the new Dobby. He never knew a house-elf could be so bloodthirsty. He'd had serious concerns when heard that Dobby was all for torturing him, but nothing ever came of it. He would like to think that Dobby was messing with his mind, but there was a glint in Dobby's eyes that scared him.
The door opened and Sirius walked into the room. He stopped and stared at Remus, his face cold and blank. Remus swallowed hard. This was his best friend, his brother, his Pack mate and he was afraid that he was going to lose him again. He knew that this time it would be permanent. He had no excuses for the way he treated Harry, and he knew Sirius took his godfather duties seriously. He thought of Harry as a son, and Remus had turned his back on him. There was really no excuse for his behavior.
Sirius looked around the room idly before his gaze settled back onto Remus. "Is Dobby taking good care of you?" he asked coldly.
Remus swallowed hard and nodded his head. "Good. I would hate for you to be...uncomfortable," Sirius sneered.
"Padfoot," Remus began.
"Sirius," Sirius stated.
Remus looked at him, confused. "What?" he asked.
"You can call me Sirius. Only those I consider family may call me Padfoot," Sirius said. His expression was cold.
Remus felt his heart fall and break. His wolf howled at the loss of his Pack mate. "I see," he whispered, pain lacing his voice.
Sirius's face grimaced momentarily before it smoothed out. "I'm not saying this to hurt you, Remus. You just don't have the right anymore. It's one thing when you thought I was a criminal, that you thought that I killed Peter, those Muggles, James, and Lily. It hurt, yes, but eventually I forgave you. However, when it came to Harry, you should have known better. I expected you to believe in him. I expected you to take care of him. I lived those years in captivity secure in the knowledge that even if I wasn't there, you were there for Harry. I was wrong! I can't even begin to understand how you could've blamed a fifteen-year old for my death. I just don't understand you, Remus," Sirius said passionately.
Sirius turned ran his finger through his hair, his frustration and anger obvious. "Ron has put forth the idea that maybe it was instinct. He said that we shouldn't forget that you're a werewolf, and that you have all sorts of instincts that a normal human wouldn't. You thought I was the last of your Pack and your wolf went a little mad, blaming Harry for my death. What I want to know is why don't you think of Harry as Pack? He is James's son, he is my godson, he thought of you as his honorary godfather; his last link to his parents. Why didn't you consider him part of your Pack, Remus? Why did you turn on him? He became part of your Pack the day he was born, when did it change?" Sirius asked, his face filled with anguish. "Did you not care for him anymore? Did you not love him as your own? If you didn't, then why not?"
Tears fell from Remus's eyes. He had no answers for Sirius, no excuses. He had done the unforgivable in Sirius's eyes. Remus didn't understand himself. Why didn't his wolf consider Harry part of the Pack? He didn't know -- he just knew that the wolf blamed Harry for Sirius's death. He didn't think that either Sirius or Harry would forgive him. He didn't know what to do. His wolf was howling inside of him. There was so much pain bottled up and he didn't know what to do with it.
"Sirius, I'm sorry," Remus said in a trembling voice. "I can't explain myself to you. I can't find enough justification for what happened with Harry. I know that Harry was incapable of murder, and I know that I shouldn't have blamed him for your death, but it was as if I didn't care. There are no excuses, Sirius."
"DIDN'T CARE?" Sirius yelled. "What kind of monster are you?"
Remus's face blanched. In all the time that he had known Sirius, he had never once called him a monster. Sirius had never been afraid of Remus or his werewolf. It hurt to hear Sirius call him that. Remus suppressed a sob. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry," he whispered.
Sirius snorted. "Yeah, well it's not me that you have to beg forgiveness from. It's Harry. He counted on you and you turned on him. Don't you think he had enough hate from his actual family? He didn't need you hating him too," he said his face filled with disappointment.
"I know. I guess I just joined in the mass hysteria. I listened to Dumbledore tell me how Harry turned Dark and it sounded good to me. It sounded right. I believed him and I went along with him to help convict Harry," Remus replied sadly.
Sirius froze and looked at him intently. "What did you say?" he asked harshly.
Remus looked at him, confused. "What?" he asked.
Sirius took an eager step forward. "About Dumbledore, what do you mean you went along with what he said?" he questioned urgently.
Remus gave him a wary look. "A couple of nights after Harry was arrested, Dumbledore had a meeting with several of the Order members..." he began.
"Who?" Sirius cut in.
"Um...Molly and Arthur Weasley, Kingsley, McGonagall, Tonks, and me," Remus replied.
"What did Dumbledore have to say?" Sirius asked.
Remus sat down on the bed as he tried to remember the conversation that night. "I remember he sat us all down and told us that Harry had killed the three students. There was proof and it was up to us to send Harry to Azkaban forever. He wanted us to testify against him. I remember thinking that there was no way I was going to testify against Harry, but by the time the night was over, I had changed my mind. The night is somewhat fuzzy. I don't remember exactly what was said," Remus murmured confusedly.
Sirius looked at him, his gaze absent. "Mmmm...I'm beginning to not like what I'm hearing. I wonder," Sirius muttered. "Would he have done something like that? After everything else we heard, why not?"
Remus looked over at him muttering friend and asked, "What's going, Sirius? Why does that night make a difference?"
Sirius looked sad. "It may make no difference at all. It's just an idea I have running around in my head. I need to talk to Severus," he said abruptly. He gave Remus one more glance then walked out of the room.
Remus sighed mournfully. He wasn't trusted. He would probably never know what was going on. Did that night have anything to do with Harry? What was it that Sirius heard? Could Dumbledore have anything to do with this? Remus realized he hadn't even had a chance to ask Sirius about Dumbledore and his captivity. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know what was going on. He also wanted to know why Sirius and Harry were now friendly with Snape, of all people.
Sirius walked into the den. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but the thought kept nagging at him. What if Dumbledore had messed with Remus's mind? Could he have done something to Remus? If so, what about the other Order members? Could he have betrayed them as well? Maybe there was more to the Weasleys behavior than they thought. He hoped so, for Ron's sake. He didn't know if it would change anything, but maybe it could help Ron deal better with his family's betrayal.
"Severus, I have a question. Actually, it's more of a favor," Sirius said.
Severus looked up from his Potions Journal and looked at him with question on his face. "Yes?" he asked.
"I just got finished talking to Remus and he said something that disturbed me," Sirius informed him. "I was wondering if you could tell me your thoughts on it."
Severus snorted. "Anything that werewolf has to say is disturbing," the Potions Master sneered.
"Regardless of your feelings about Remus, I need your unbiased opinion. I also need your knowledge of potions and spells," Sirius said.
Severus looked intrigued. "What did he say?" he asked.
"We got into the reasons that Remus turned on Harry. He couldn't come up with anything that made sense. He had no excuses. He just said it was as if he didn't care about Harry anymore. His wolf doesn't consider Harry part of the Pack, which doesn't make sense. Harry became part of his Pack the day he was born, so why would that have changed? He told me that after Harry was arrested, Dumbledore had a meeting with a few select Order members. The meeting consisted of Molly and Arthur Weasley, Kingsley, McGonagall, Tonks, and Remus. Remus told me that Dumbledore wanted them to testify against Harry. He told them that Harry was guilty of the three students' deaths. Remus said that the rest of the night was somewhat fuzzy. He doesn't remember it very well. When the meeting started, Remus was adamant about not testifying against Harry, but once the meeting was over, he had changed his mind. He doesn't remember how that happened. Is there anything that Dumbledore could have done to the people at that meeting?" Sirius asked.
Severus looked thoughtful. "There are several potions and spells that could be used to coerce someone. He might have been obliviated as well, or the spell or potions could've made his mind fuzzy. There is also the fact that some of those potions do not react well with Werewolf physiology. It could've had some kind of adverse effect on him. But Sirius, it's a stretch," he said.
Sirius leaned back in his chair and sighed. "I know which is why I don't want to say anything to Harry yet. I don't want to get his hopes up that Remus might not have been in his right mind when he testified. If I'm wrong, then Harry never needs to know about it, but if I'm right and Dumbledore did do something, then we need to find out what. I was wondering if you could help me."
Severus frowned thoughtfully. "Normally, I would tell you no, but for Harry's sake, if there is any way to prove that Remus was coerced then we need to find out. I will use Legilimency on Remus to see if I can find his memories of that night. I also need a sample of his blood. There is a very slight chance that if a potion was used it could still be in his blood. If it was a spell, then maybe the memories of that night will tell us which one was used," he explained.
"What if he was obliviated that night?" Sirius asked.
"I can unblock his memories, but it will cause him pain," Severus said. "You need to make sure that this is what you really want to do, because it will hurt him."
Sirius nodded in understanding. "We need to find out for sure. We need to know if Remus was in his right mind," he said decisively.
"And if we find out that Remus testified all on his own? That he turned his back on Harry without coercion, then what will you do?" Severus asked gently.
Sirius looked lost. "I don't know. I just don't know," Sirius whispered.
Severus gave him a moment before standing up. "I'll need some things from the lab. We should do this now while Harry is asleep. Maybe when he wakes up, there will be good news for once."
Sirius nodded and watched Severus leave. "Severus," Sirius called as Severus reached the door.
Severus stopped and turned around, a question on his face. "Yes?" he asked.
"Thank you," Sirius said. Severus gave him a nod and walked out of the room. Sirius sighed softly. "Please, let us find something. I want my best friend back."
Sirius paced in front of Remus's room, impatiently waiting for Severus to appear. He was anxious. He hoped that they would have good news for Harry and himself soon. He heard a noise and saw Severus stalking down the hallway, his face stern and cold. Severus nodded at him, and Sirius took a deep cleansing breath before opening the bedroom door.
Remus was sitting by the window, staring out over the grounds. He turned and looked at them when they walked in. His eyes widened a bit when he saw Severus and he looked at Sirius with curious expression.
"Lupin," Severus greeted coldly.
"Snape," Remus replied evenly. "How can I help you?"
"Sirius has brought to my attention a discrepancy in your memories. I am here to see what we can find," Severus explained.
Remus gave them a confused look. "What do you mean a discrepancy?" he asked.
"Your meeting with Dumbledore after Harry was arrested. Your memories of that night were fuzzy, you said. I believe you told Sirius that you didn't want to testify against Harry, but by the end of the meeting that had changed. We want to know if you were coerced into helping convict Harry," Severus said coolly.
"Why would Dumbledore do that?" Remus asked, his face filled with disbelief.
"There is much about the Headmaster you don't know. It's not something that we can go into right now," Severus explained.
Remus looked thoughtful. "Does this have something to do with Sirius being held captive by the Headmaster?" he asked.
Sirius's eyes widened. "How do you know about that? I never said a thing to you about that. Did you know about? Were you aware that I was alive?"
Remus could hear the accusation in Sirius's voice and it hurt that Sirius could believe that of him. "No, Sirius, I didn't know you were alive. I saw you when Dobby stopped by Hogwarts. You were injured and he dropped a letter, which I picked up and read. I didn't know what to believe. At first, I thought that it was a cruel joke, but there were too many clues in the letter. Things that only a Marauder, or a Marauder's son, would know about. I almost confronted the Headmaster about it, but I didn't. It was a gut feeling," Remus explained.
Sirius snorted. "It's a good thing you didn't. He would've killed you. A very select few know I'm alive. I don't trust the Headmaster not to try to do something about that."
"Lupin, I would like your permission to use Legilimency on you. I need to know if Dumbledore did something to your mind. If he used a potion on you, then I need to know what it is. I need to know if it's something that is fast acting or if it's still in your system. If it wasn't a potion, then I need to know what spell he used on you. The meeting you described was suspicious. We need to know what went on that night," Severus explained.
Remus realized that there was more going on here than just the issue of Harry. What was it that Dumbledore had done? What would he have to gain by having Harry arrested? Something wasn't right and these two knew what it was. If he wanted to know, they were going to have to trust him and in order for that to happen, then he needed to trust them.
"All right, you can look into my mind," Remus said.
Severus nodded and walked over to Remus. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the werewolf. "/Legilimens/."
Severus had reservations about doing this, but he wished to repay Harry for his help. He knew that Harry loved Remus, and Remus's betrayal had hurt him. If he could prove that Remus was coerced then Harry would regain another friend. He still didn't like the idea of reading the werewolf's mind.
He watched Remus as he explained what he needed to do. He could see the hesitation and fear on the werewolf's face. Severus was almost hoping that the man would refuse, but he sighed silently when he agreed.
/He nodded his head in understanding and walked over to Remus. He pulled his wand out and pointed it at Remus. "Legilimens/."
Memories that were not his flashed through Severus's mind. He saw the nights of the werewolf transformations. He could feel the pain, the animalistic rage, the sense of Pack that included a stag, a black dog, and a rat. He saw the memory of the night when the werewolf bit Remus. He could feel the fear, the pain, and the sorrow as the little boy realized that he was now a monster.
Memories of Remus's days at Hogwarts, the friendships, the sorrows ran through his mind. The demeaning memories as Remus tried to find work, but was turned away. He could feel the sorrow, pain, and betrayal when James and Lily Potter were murdered and Sirius went to Azkaban. He felt the extreme joy when Remus saw Harry Potter for the first time as a baby. Sirius was right, Remus thought of Harry as part of the Pack. What had changed?
Severus skimmed and shuffled through the memories, trying to find what he needed. He found the memory of Remus's first sight of Harry in his third year. There was still the feeling of Harry being part of the Pack. So even when he was older, Harry was still part of the Pack. Interesting.
Skimming more of Remus's memories, he found the night that Sirius supposedly died. The rage, the pain, and the grief; the last of the Pack had died. Severus frowned subconsciously. Why was Sirius the last of the Pack if Remus thought of Harry as Pack? What did he miss?
Severus tried to find the moment when Harry was no longer Pack, but he couldn't find it. Something was hiding it. It just wasn't there. Could Dumbledore have done something to Remus? To the werewolf? Severus began to feel very uneasy about this. He dug further into Remus' mind, ignoring the memories that had nothing to do with Harry, Sirius, or Dumbledore. He finally found something, a small hidden memory. It was just a scrap of memory, but it gave Severus pause.
He watched as Dumbledore asked Remus to help him at the end of Harry's fourth year. Voldemort had been reborn and Sirius had been essentially exiled to Grimmauld Place. Remus walked into Dumbledore's office and the look on the man's face was one that only a select few, including Severus, had seen. It was the cold, malicious look of a man on a mission. He watched as Dumbledore raised his wand and muttered a spell then the memory stopped. What was the spell that Dumbledore used?
Adligo Lupus - bind the wolf. Interesting. Why did Dumbledore need to bind Remus's wolf? What did he do to it? Severus dug deeper until he found a blank wall in Remus's mind. Severus touched it and hissed as he was thrown out of Remus's mind. Remus had been obliviated and the memories were protected by further spells. Was this Dumbledore's doing or a natural instinct of Remus's mind?
Severus took a deep breath and looked down at Remus. "Well?" Remus asked anxiously.
"I found a rather disturbing partial memory. Do you remember the Headmaster ever binding your wolf for anything?" Severus asked.
Remus looked shocked. "No, never. When did this happen?" he asked.
"After Harry's fourth year. Sirius was in enforced hiding at Grimmauld Place and Dumbledore wanted to talk to you. When you went to the Headmaster's office, he bound your wolf and that's when the memory ended. Another thing, your wolf considered Harry part of the Pack when you saw him in his third year, but when Sirius died, you had no such feeling. I wonder if Dumbledore did something to your wolf," Severus explained.
Remus looked pained. "But why? Why would he want me to think that Harry wasn't Pack?" he asked.
"Because if Harry wasn't Pack, then Remus wouldn't interfere in Dumbledore's plans," a voice said from the doorway.
The three men whipped around in shock and saw Ron standing in the doorway. He smirked at them and said, "Be glad it was just me. So, what's going on?" Ron walked into the room and sat down on the bed.
Severus sighed, annoyed, and locked the door. He didn't want Harry to come in. Not that he thought Harry would want to visit Remus. "We think that Dumbledore might have done something to Remus. It looks like he did something to Remus's wolf that made the wolf no longer consider Harry part of the Pack. Your explanation for the reason for doing so is sound. If he already planned to get rid of Sirius, who was undermining his authority with Harry, then I bet he wanted to make sure that Remus had no say in what he did as well. Remus would consider Harry the last Pack member. He would've done anything to protect Harry. Dumbledore didn't need nor want that aggravation," Severus said thoughtfully.
"What about the night of the meeting? Did you find anything about that?" Remus asked.
Severus shook his head. "No, you were Obliviated, and there are some serious protections around the memories. I'm not sure if it's the Headmaster's doing or if it's your own mind trying to protect you. I can try to break the block, but it will be quite painful. The choice is up to you," he said.
"Meeting? What meeting?" Ron asked. Sirius explained what he had found and Ron's face became enraged. "Another thing that bastard has to answer for," he hissed.
Remus looked at him, confused, but didn't ask because he knew they wouldn't tell him. Remus thought about whether or not he should have Severus unblock his memories. He bit his lip thoughtfully and decided that he needed to know. He wanted to know what the Headmaster had done to him. Why did he bind the wolf and was it still bound? What was it he wanted Remus to do?
Remus looked at Severus and nodded. "Go ahead and break the block. I understand that it will be painful, but I need to know. If there is even a chance that Dumbledore did something to me that made me turn on Harry, then I want to know, because I can't live with myself otherwise. It just doesn't make sense to me that I would do that."
"All right. For what it's worth, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do," Severus said gruffly.
Remus gave him a weak smile. "I understand, Severus. It needs to be done," Remus replied firmly.
Severus sighed softly, lifted his wand, and pointed it a Remus. "/Legilimens/," he said softly. Severus entered Remus's mind and dug around until he found the blocks. He gently began to apply pressure on the blocks, but they held firm. He could hear Remus moan as he felt the pain in his head. Severus applied even more pressure, and the block bent slightly. Severus growled with annoyance. He didn't want to hurt Remus this much, but the blocks were well protected and holding. Hoping that Remus would forgive him, he sent a burst of power towards the blocks. He heard Remus scream as he was thrown out of Remus' mind and slammed against the wall. He fell to the ground, his mind in a daze. He could distantly hear Remus sobbing, and Sirius muttering what comfort he could.
"Severus, are you all right?" Ron asked as he knelt down next to Severus.
Severus groaned, his head throbbing in pain. He looked up at Ron and smiled grimly. "I'm fine, but my head is killing me, as well as my back. Help me up; I need to see to Remus."
Ron helped Severus up and they made their way over to Remus. The werewolf had his head in his hands and he was moaning softly. Severus pulled a potion bottle out of his pocket and handed it to Sirius, who opened it and made Remus drink it. Remus stopped moaning and he looked up at Severus and said, "Ow."
"Indeed," Severus replied dryly and Sirius snorted in laughter.
"Tell me you did something, at the very least?" Remus asked with a whine.
"No, the protection around the memories is very strong. I'm not sure that we can get to the memories without killing you or destroying your mind. I don't even know how they are being protected, I just know that they are," Severus said.
They heard a pop as Dobby appeared and began to babble frantically. "Professor, come now! Harry is in pain. He needs help," he said.
Severus looked over at Dobby, shocked. "What happened?" he asked as he made his way to the door.
Dobby shook his head. "I'm not sure. A few minutes ago, I was checking on him during his nap when he grabbed his head and screamed. I went over to see what was wrong; he was holding his head, and muttering something about protecting it, that he needed to protect it," he explained.
Severus stopped and looked at Dobby in disbelief. He looked over at Sirius, who was looking both scared and horrified. "How in the hell did that happen?" Severus asked.
"What?" Remus asked, concerned.
"Harry is protecting your memories," Severus said flatly.
Remus gaped at him. "What? How?"
Severus shook his head. "I don't know, but we need to find out. Come on."
He stalked out of the room and made his way to Harry's room. Sirius had wanted to keep Remus's little problem a secret, but that was unlikely now. How was it that Harry was protecting Remus's memories? Or was he? Could it be something else? He didn't know, but he was going to find out.
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