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Phases of the Night	By : 6phoenix6flame6 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 40947 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: So this is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy is. Not all questions will be answered if any, those will be answered as more chapters are posted. I think I want to keep you all guessing :D

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Chapter 2:

 Severus ended the firecall with his contact in the United States. He had just completed the last of the details for Potter’s escape- everything settled. Now all that was left was for arrival of Potter and Lupin.  

The dark haired man got to his feet stiffly. He really needed to get a better floo network, but he just didn’t use it enough to justify getting a new one.

  "Uncle Sev?"    Severus snapped his head around to the door of his library.

His godson stood there panting, holding himself up on the doorframe. Blood was starting to seep through the bandage around the left side of his face.  

"Draco, you shouldn't be out of bed," Severus rushed to his side, slipping an arm around the unstable boy.  

He helped the boy back to Severus’s Guest bedroom, wanting to question him about what happened, but knew that the boy had to recover first.

It was a day after Draco had left the castle for his home that he had tumbled out of Severus' fireplace, face blooded and unconscious, his mother dead beside him.   

Severus, once he had found Draco, had quickly assessed the wounds. There had been a large gash across the left side of his face, caused by a dark curse. He only knew that because it was so difficult to try and heal the wound enough so that the boy wouldn't bleed to death. However, his eye was now useless and would most likely start turning murky white as it began to heal.

  His left shoulder had also been dislocated, and his right leg broken in four places. Those had been the easiest to heal.  

Once in the Guest bedroom, Severus tucked the boy back into bed. The boy was exhausted; the trip down the hall had taken all of his effort.

  “Uncle Sev, where’s Mother?” The boy croaked out, wincing in pain as he tried to get himself comfortable.

  Draco gave his godfather a worried look when Severus did not answer right away.  

Severus rubbed a hand over his face and sat down on the edge of the bed.  

“Draco,” he started but was cut off.  

“She’s okay,right?” Draco shot himself back up into a sitting position, crying out in pain as he jarred his injuries.  

“Lay back down you foolish boy, or you’ll re-injure yourself.”   

Severus got Draco comfortable again before he answered

  “When I found you, she was already dead.”   

Draco’s chest tightened, his breath coming in short gasps, as though he was struggling to breathe. He couldn’t believe that his mother was dead. That couldn’t be. Even though he could not remember all that had happened, he swore that she had been right behind him when they’d jumped through the floo to Uncle Sev’s.  

“But-but,” Draco started hyperventilating, his chest burning with the last of his air.  

Severus jumped to his feet, hand going through a pocket in his robes and fished out a vile of calming draught. He popped the cork and tipped the contents into his godson’s mouth.  

Draco instantly began to calm down a bit. 

 "Draco, I'm going to have to put you into a healing sleep," Severus stated softly. Draco gripped his Uncle's hand. 

 "Draco, it will be okay, you were severely injured," he explained gently. "It will take only a day or two, and I'll be here watching over you." 

 Draco gave him a frightened look but nodded, showing that he understood and consented.   

Severus gave a gentle smile, one of the very few the dark man had ever bestowed and started to chant, running his wand over the young teen. 

 Once done he stood to leave the room. He paused at the doorway and looked back at the prone boy.   

"I promise I'll do whatever I can to do right by you. When you’re better and not before hand, I will take you away from all this," he vowed and left the room.

He needed to contact Lupin and see if he had reached the Potter boy alright.   He walked back to the library, and sat in his armchair, the muggle phone just beside him on an end table.   

Himself and Lupin had decided that the best way for them to communicate through this entire little mission would be through the muggle way.  

 Lupin, to the surprise of Severus, in his ever quest for knowledge had long ago had Lily Potter show him various Muggle items, and once even showed him how to use the telephone. Departing Diagon Alley into Muggle London, Lupin had picked up a new Cellphone model for this trip, using an alias as he was not willing to leave anything to chance.   

Severus quickly dialed the number Lupin had given him the day before.  He waited a few moments before someone picked up.  

“Severus?” Lupin’s voice sounded a little hollow through the phone connection.  

“Yes, have you got the boy yet?”

  “Just walking up to the front door, I will call you when I’ve checked on him,” The wolf stated.  

They said goodbye and hung up.  

Severus ran a hand over his face. He was going to have to do something with the body of Narcissa soon, there was only so long he could keep her body fresh.   

Remus ended the call. He stared at the house in front of him. He was a little afraid of what he would find beyond the front door. He took a deep breath and knocked.  

It felt like an eternity for someone to answer the door. When someone did, a horse faced woman that he had met once, opened the door though he was shocked at the smell that came to his nose.

  It was a repulsive smell of stale and fresh blood and human waste. He couldn’t understand how he hadn’t been able to smell it before now. There must be magic surrounding the house he thought. That was why he hadn’t been able to smell if anything had been wrong until now. Someone knew he would probably check on his pup and had placed a ward around the entire house!  

“Can I help you?” The horse face woman, Petunia if he remembered correctly, asked through narrow eyes.  

“Yes, I would like to see Harry, please,” he asked politely, even though he and his wolf side were fighting with themselves not to just burst in and find their pup.

  He watched as Petunia’s face paled and took an ill look.  

“The-theres n-no o-one here b-by that n-name,” the woman stammered and tried to close the door.

  Remus stopped it with his hand. “I know that he lives here, his scent is here,” Remus growled low in his throat. He knew his eyes were probably flashing amber, as his wolf came closer to the surface.

  “I assure you there is no one here by that-” Petunia cut herself off as the door, where the man in front of her gripped, cracked and splintered under his grip.

  “And I can assure you that he is here,” Remus shoved the door open with a bang, the woman jumped back against the wall as he stalked into her house.

“Where is he?” Remus asked barley controlling the wolf. He hardly noticed someone entering the small hall.  

“What in hell is going on here?” Vernon spat out. He had just come upstairs from being with the freakish boys to find a man accosting his wife.  

The man turned his attention to him. Vernon noticed that his eyes were glowing gold, and were those fangs?

  Remus turned his gaze onto the large man. He narrowed his eyes taking in the appearance of the man. There were bruising on his knuckles, blood splattered on his arms and a bit on the hem of his shirt.  

Remus snarled out and rushed the man.  

Vernon saw the beastly man charge at him, when the man was close he took a swing and found himself face first into the hallway wall.  

“What did you do to him?” Remus asked, yanking harshly on the arm he had pinned behind the larger man’s back, as the fingers of his other hand dug in painfully to the other’s shoulder and neck joint.

  “Get your bloody hands off of me you freak!” Vernon spat out.  

Petunia grabbed a vase off of the table stand by the door, raising it above her head, ready to smash it over the man’s head.  Remus sensed what the woman was trying to do and released his hand from the man’s shoulder and backhanded the woman. She went flying to the floor, blood running down her chin from a split lip and vase crashing to the floor. He turned his attention back to the man.

  “Where is Harry?” Remus asked with a growl.  

“I’m not telling, the freaks got what they’ve deserved.”  

Crack!

 Vernon screamed out as his arm broke in two.  

“Wrong answer.” Remus grabbed the man by the back of his head and slammed him face first into the wall, instantly knocking him out.  

Remus sniffed the air- the smell was coming from the basement. He rushed to the basement door and yanked it open. He nearly gagged at the smell. Grabbing his wand from the holster by his side, he descended the stairs.  

Once he got to the bottom of the stairs he nearly vomited at the sight. There was Dudley, beaten to a bloody pulp, the only signs that he was alive were the faint sounds of his heartbeats.  

Remus quickly located Harry and gave out an anguished cry when he saw him. The son of his best friend had chains wrapped around his neck. He was all pale and bloodied. He rushed over, banishing the chains as he went. The boy slumped to the ground.

  Remus quickly checked for breathing and a heartbeat.

He couldn’t find any.   

“Damn it Harry! You can’t leave me like this, pup.” Tears were starting to run down Remus’s face as he laid Harry out flat.   

Waving his wand over the young boy’s heart, he muttered a spell in that would give it a slight electric shock. The boy’s body jumped as electricity ran through it. There was still no heartbeat.

  “Come on Harry!” He tried the spell again.   

Still the heart did not started.

  “You can’t fucking leave me!”

  Again he did the spell and waited.

  And waited.  

Just as he was about to give up, there it was. The soft thud-dump thud-dump of the boy’s heart starting.

  Harry drew in a ragged breath.  

Remus let out a sob of relief and hugged Harry’s still unconscious body to him. Tears started pouring down his face.

  “Thank Merlin.”

  Remus reluctantly placed Harry back on the ground to check out the other boy.  

Dudley seemed to be in better shape than Harry but not by much. Remus lifted Dudley into his arms and brought him over to Harry. Laying the boy out beside his cousin, he took out the emergency port-key that Snape had handed to him, just in the case of Harry attempting suicide.

“Moon curse,” Remus hissed to the small medallion. 

 Severus paced in front of the fire place. Its wasn’t as if he was worried for the wolf and the brat-no, he was still thinking about how to take care of Draco’s mother.

  He assumed that Draco would not sleep much longer, two days at most, meaning he’d have to cast the freshening and status spells only three more times. That would give them three hours to bury her and give her a proper magical funeral.  

Severus was broken out of his thoughts by a swooshing sound behind him. He turned and saw the wolf and two unconscious boys.  

Rushing over, Severus took out his wand.

  “What happened and who is this other boy?” Severus asked. He ran a diagnostic scan on Harry first. He hissed at the list of injuries that came up.

  “I got to the Dursleys’ and everything seemed normal until Harry’s aunt opened the door. The smell that came out of the house,” Remus nearly gagged again. “The Uncle had both boys chained up in the basement,” Remus growled.  

Severus’ head snapped up at that information.

  “We need to move these two to the other guest room.” Severus levitated the other boy and Remus followed him out of the room with Harry floating behind.  

They reached the second guest room, across of the hall from where his godson was in a healing sleep.  

This room was smaller than the rest and had two single beds in it. The men placed each of the two boys onto a bed.  

“Lupin, I have a potion’s lab down in the basement. There is a shelf on the far wall. Gather the healing potions off of the third shelf. They will all have blue labels.”

  Remus left the room in a hurry, leaving Snape to banish the clothing from the boys, leaving them in their undergarments. He swore at the injuries that were revealed.  

Severus summoned towels and two bowls of water. Once they were beside him he boiled the water. Remus came rushing back in, arms loaded with a variety of potions.

  Severus took them from the man and laid them on the bed in front of him. He plucked several out and handed Remus back two potions.  

“Pour these down the boys’ throats. It will heal most internal injuries,” Severus instructed as he picked up a light blue potion. He added three drops to each bowl of water.

  Remus did as he instructed. First Harry, then his cousin.  

“Can you tell me what condition you found them in?” Severus asked, dipping one of the towels into one of the bowls. He rung it out and started to dab at Harry’s wounds on his chest. He took a green vial and poured it over the wounds he had just cleaned. The skin slowly started to knit back together.  

“Both boys were chained, as I mentioned before. The cousin was unconscious and Harry-” Remus choked on his words, staring at his cub.“Harry’s chains were wrapped around his neck.”   

Severus tensed up. “Was it the muggles?” Severus asked, sparing the wolf a glance.  

“No,” Remus shook his head. “I shouldn’t have let Dumbledore send him back there.” Remus put his head in his hands. “If I had just… I don’t know, been there more for Harry, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

  “Stop being an idiot. It happened, now let it go. You won’t be doing Harry any good.” Severus glared at the self-pitying man, finishing up healing Harry’s external chest injuries.   

It was a lot easier to heal non-magical injuries because there was no left over magic to fight the healing magics.

  Remus stared down at Harry. “When do you think they would wake?” He asked.

“It would ultimately be up to them. But I might say a day or two.” Severus turned Harry over to start on his back. He was nearly sick at what he saw. The word ‘FREAK’ had been carved onto his back and then burned, making sure that even if magic healed it, it would leave a faint scar.

  Remus silently cried at seeing that.

Soon Severus was finished with Harry and moved onto the cousin.  

“We can’t afford to wait to see if Dumbledore knew about this. If he did he will do everything is his power to send Harry back,” Severus stated. The cousin had the same carved word onto his back as well.

  “I agree. But what I want to know is why the Uncle would treat his son like this? From what Harry told me of the Dursleys’, they had spoiled their son rotten.” Remus stared at the older teen with a frown on his face.  

“We will ask when they awake.”   Severus banished the bowls and soiled towels as he finished healing the teen.  

“Do you think we should so soon, should we not give them a little time to come to terms with what happened to them?” Remus asked. He levitated Harry, pulled back the covers and gently placed him back on bed. He then carefully tucked the small teen in.

He repeated the process with the other teen.  

“We need to know why. We’ll ask them for further details at another time.”  

Remus nodded and the two other wizards left the room.

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TBC

AN: So that chapter is done. Hoped you enjoyed it. I should have the next chapter up soon. The next chapter will have some Dumbledore, some Weasley, a Granger. Who knows who else. :P
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