Aseptic Vitality Harry Potter/Edward Cullen

Chapter 1: Not Okay

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry July 10th, 1996

Albus Dumbledore frowned as he watched his old student and ex-teacher pace in front of him looking equal parts enraged and frustrated.

"Harry is fine, Remus, I assure you," he told the werewolf, for the fourth time in the last hour. "We spoke to the Dursley's at the end of his fifth year. They aren't troubling him."

"Albus, they are hurting him!" Remus cried, whirling around to face the aged Headmaster. He'd told the man this before, but Albus never listened to anyone once he thought he was right. Well he's not for once! Remus thought spitefully. "I could smell the blood on him when he stayed at Grimmauld last summer! How else would he have been wounded, if his family wasn't hurting him?! I didn't say anything before because he asked me not too, but I haven't heard from him for two weeks, Albus!"

"I'm sure you were mistaken, Remus," Albus trying to soothe the enraged werewolf. "I have not seen any sign of child abuse in Harry's behavior. He is a normal, happy, teenaged boy."

Remus barked a bitter laugh. "How can you not see it, Albus? He flinches from people when he thinks no ones looking, and he never talks about his home life! Ronald Weasley told me that those people had bars on his window in second year!" With every remembered incident, Remus' inner werewolf was getting angrier and angrier.

"We warned them, Remus," Albus said, not so patient anymore. "They are terrified of wizarding people – they will not harm Harry. He needs to stay the rest of the summer, and nothing you say will change my mind on the subject."

Remus growled. "I'm going to see him." It wasn't a request.

Albus looked into the fierce golden eyes and decided that letting Remus see Harry was well would be the best way to stop the protests. He inclined his head. "Very well. Tomorrow you may go and see him. I will send him a letter."

Remus nodded, even though inwardly he had no intention of going to see Harry tomorrow. If the Dursleys were hurting Harry, they would stop as soon as they realized that a wizard would be visiting their home. He would go tonight, so he could get a true view on things. If everything was fine without Dumbledore warning them ahead of time, then Remus would allow Harry to stay with his relatives. Otherwise . . . Moony growled in the back of Remus' head. If those people had hurt his cub, even Merlin wouldn't be able to save them.

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Privet Drive, Surrey July 11th, 1996
1:35 AM

Remus had never had to use as much of his Marauder skills as he did the night he went to save Harry. This, of course, was due to the Order member currently guarding Harry's house: Severus Snape. Severus, of course, hated the job, but he had little else to do since Voldemort had not called on him for some time.

Remus had the superior edge in the fact that he could sense and smell Severus yards before he saw him, but that didn't mean he shouldn't be cautious. He'd learned the hard way that Severus Snape was never to be underestimated – that man always had something up his sleeve.

Thankfully, he managed to make it up to the door without rousing the other man's suspicions, and hurriedly swept inside. Apparently the Dursley's were secure enough not to lock their door – stupidity at it's greatest, in Remus' opinion. No matter where you were, you were never safe enough to leave your door open to anyone. He crept inside, hurrying up the stairs to the room Harry had been staying at last time he'd come to get him in fifth year. He frowned when he realized that the locks that had been on the door had been removed. Carefully, he opened the door and his frown deepened when he realized that Harry wasn't in the room – and neither were any of things. Only Hedwig remained there, silent and staring in her cage. Remus turned away and took in a deep breath, letting all of the smells in the house wash over him.