Fog drifted among the turrets high atop the roof of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In true English fashion, it was cold, damp, and almost entirely impossible to see through. As it drifted, two figures moved through it.
The first was Harry Potter, who was not quite sixteen, and he was wandering aimlessly through the fog with unseeing eyes. Now and then he raised a sleeve absently to wipe moisture off his glasses, but he always kept moving. Despite his vague expression, it seemed as though he knew where he was going.
The second figure was Remus Lupin, and he was scrambling along the rooftop after Harry in a state approaching hysteria. His hair was plastered to his forehead with a mixture of sweat and droplets of fog, and he had to stop frequently to get his bearings and make sure that he was still going in the same direction as Harry. He knew that Harry had been suffering from a kind of deep depression since that day in the Department of Mysteries, and if he didn't catch up to the boy, things could happen.
Harry disappeared around another turn and Remus tried to run faster. That was hard when unexpected chimneys kept appearing out of the fog. Trying to imagine the layout of Hogwarts from the vantage point of the roof was impossible, and Remus had no idea where he was in relation to the inside of the building. Even so, it seemed like he had to run quite a long way before he finally caught up to Harry.
When he did, he saw a strange sight. Harry had stopped, and he was standing in the fog, staring straight ahead. Remus approached him cautiously, not wanting to startle or upset him in any way. But, when Remus was about a foot away from Harry, Harry took another step into the fog and disappeared.
Bewildered, Remus started forward. Suddenly, he realized that he was standing on the edge of the roof, and the step that Harry had taken led out into open air. He gasped and threw himself backwards onto the damp roof, clinging to it for dear life.
"I told him not to come up here," said a voice in the fog. Panting, Remus looked up, and saw Sirius standing a few feet away, shaking his head.
Before he could say anything in reply, Remus felt himself slipping. He tried desperately to regain his hold on the roof, but it suddenly seemed very wet. The last thing he saw before he dropped off the edge was Sirius's sad, slightly disappointed expression.
Remus bolted awake, clutching his chest and breathing hard. Sweat was streaming down his face and he was very sure he'd heard himself scream.
He'd been having a lot of strange dreams since Sirius had died, most of which featured Sirius in one way or another. He'd never had one with Harry in it before, though. The context of the dream disturbed him, since, besides the appearance of Sirius, it was so close to reality.
Harry had been in a deep depression ever since Sirius died, and, what was worse, he had been found wandering the rooftop of Hogwarts more than once. Dumbledore seemed convinced that Harry was suicidal, and, as the year came to a close, the other teachers had started to believe it, too.
Of course, rumors had started flying among the students after the first time Harry had to be rescued from the roof. The Slytherins thought it was hilarious, and they'd taken the opportunity to taunt Harry about the experience as often as possible. This only had the effect of driving Harry deeper into himself, and by the time school ended, even Ron and Hermione were having a hard time getting a word out of him. He certainly couldn't be sent back to the Dursleys in that state, so the Order of the Phoenix had taken him in at Grimmauld Place despite fears that the house might bring back too many memories of Sirius.
It had only been a week since Harry moved in, and, even though Remus spent a great majority of his time at the house, he hadn't seen much of Harry. The boy didn't even come downstairs for meals. Remus had taken to bringing him sandwiches and other things that would fit under the bedroom door, since Harry kept it locked and wouldn't respond to knocking. At least he'd stayed in the house; Remus wasn't quite sure what he'd do if Harry decided to take to the roof.
Something more had to be done. Harry couldn't continue in his present state for much longer. The problem seemed to be that no one could figure out how to help him. He missed Sirius, and there was nothing anybody could do to ease that.
These thoughts mingled with images from the dream as Remus drifted uneasily back into sleep.
Chapter 1 – The Past
Several members of the Order of the Phoenix were gathered around the rickety kitchen table in Grimmauld Place. Albus Dumbledore was there, as well as Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, and Molly and Arthur Weasley. Remus got a good look at their grave expressions as he came out of the kitchen with the tea tray. This meeting had nothing to do with the usual business of the Order; today they were gathered to talk about Harry.
"I am extremely worried about him," McGonagall said as she stirred her tea, "I thought all of this would clear up as school ended, but there has apparently been no change at all."
Remus shook his head. "He won't even come out of his room. He'd starve if I didn't bring him food."
"Are you sure he's eating it?" Molly asked with concern. Remus shrugged.
"The plates turn up outside the door, empty, so I can only assume that he is," he replied.
"Be that as it may, he can't stay shut up in that room forever," McGonagall said, "We have to do something for him."
"But what can we do?" Arthur inquired, "He's been through hell, and losing Sirius was just too much on top of everything else."
"It was like he lost the last bit of his family that was halfway decent," Remus murmured, staring into his tea.
"Exactly," Arthur nodded, "And, no matter how much we'd like to, we can't bring his family back."
"Nevertheless, Minerva is right," Dumbledore put in, "Something must be done. Harry cannot continue to wander around in this funk; something unpleasant could happen."
Molly gasped and choked back a sob.
"You don't think he would actually…do something like that, Albus?" she quavered. Dumbledore nodded gravely.
"These are dark times, Molly," he replied, "And, it seems, the darkness has reached beyond our doorstep. Harry has carried with him the burden of his terrible past, and now Sirius's death is consuming him. We must find a way to bring him back to a state where we can talk to him and know that he's hearing us. Perhaps then we can help him."
"If I may make an observation, sir," said Snape coolly, sitting forward, "It does not seem that Potter will be inclined to listen to any of us anytime soon. So how do you propose we bring him out himself? Little notes of encouragement? A puppet show? An interpretive dance, perhaps?"
Dumbledore's face showed no trace of amusement, which was highly unusual and made everyone a bit uneasy.
"Your sarcasm has no place here, Severus. We are here to discuss a very serious matter involving a boy's life. If I wanted a circus, I wouldn't have called a meeting."
There was silence. For the moment, everyone was thinking their own thoughts. As Remus sat, still staring into his tea, one thing in particular kept echoing in his mind.
Harry had never known a decent family. He'd been far too young when his parents died to have any clear memories of them, and the fact that Sirius had been a wanted man the whole time that Harry had known him had kept them from being able to spend much quality time together. Essentially, Harry had his only good relatives ripped away from him before he'd even gotten to know them. As a result, his family had consisted of the Dursleys. It was really no surprise that he withdrew into himself when he was upset.
This line of thought awakened something in Remus's brain, something he tried not to think about, but really couldn't avoid. He'd never imagined bringing it up, especially not in the presence of Dumbledore, but now it seemed like he would have to. It might be the only way to help Harry.
"I just don't see what we can do for him," Snape was saying when Remus snapped out of his thoughts, "Arthur's right; we can't give him his family back."
"Maybe we could," Remus said slowly.
"Are you mad?" Snape snapped, "We can't very well bring people back from the dead."
"No," Remus shook his head slowly and pushed a strand of greying hair behind his ear, "But there's always Harry's half-brother."
As Remus had expected, this elicited a round of bewildered looks from everyone, as well as an exclamation of, "You must be joking!" from McGonagall. Even so, Remus managed to stay calm.
"No, Minerva, this isn't a joke," he said, "It is a bit drastic, but it's probably the only thing we can do to help Harry at this point."
Dumbledore gave Remus a long, slow look that made the hair on the back of Remus's neck stand up.
"Perhaps you'd better explain, Remus," he said quietly.
"What's to explain?" Snape snorted and shook his greasy black hair out of his face, "James obviously couldn't keep his hands to himself."
"It would do you well not to speak ill of the dead, Severus," Arthur said pointedly. Remus held up a hand.
"It's all right, Arthur." He turned and fixed Snape with a steady gaze. After a moment, Snape found himself having to turn away from the penetrating amber of Remus's eyes. Only then did Remus continue.
"Harry's half-brother is my son."
McGonagall gasped, and there was a clatter as Molly knocked over her tea. Dumbledore calmly waved his hand and the cup righted itself, but all other eyes were on Remus.
"It's not how it sounds, not exactly," he explained nervously.
"Is it ever?" Snape asked sarcastically. Dumbledore shot him a warning look.
"Severus, I suggest that you put aside your prejudices for the moment and allow Remus to explain," McGonagall said firmly.
Remus cleared his throat. "Er, yes. Thank you, Minerva."
But that was as far as he got. When it really came down to it, Remus realized that the existence of Harry's half-brother was going to be extremely hard to explain. A lot of what he would have to tell had gone on behind Dumbledore's back, and some of it had been risky. In fact, looking back on it made Remus feel like a bit of a fool. But he'd brought it up now, and there was Harry to think about. He cleared his throat again.
"Do you recall the last Hogsmede visit in the fifth year that Sirius, James, and I were at Hogwarts?" he asked, addressing McGonagall, "When Sirius decided that it would be fun to try fire whiskey?"
McGonagall chuckled. "Of course. Half the school ended up in the hospital wing, if I remember correctly."
"Exactly," Remus nodded, "But I was one of the people who didn't…"
He was sitting in the dorm by himself, feeling a little strange. He'd had some of the fire whiskey that Sirius had been offering so generously, but not enough to make him really drunk. The only effect he was feeling was a bit of depression as he worried about his friends, most of whom were down in the hospital wing, puking their guts out. The rest of them were doing stupid things on brooms over the Quidditch field. But Remus had opted to stay inside until his better judgment returned.
There he sat on his bed, staring at the wall, when Lily came in. She hadn't partaken of the fire whiskey, so Remus could only imagine what had possessed her to come into the boy's dorm. Then he notice that she'd been crying.
The logical thing to do, of course, was ask her what was wrong, so he did. They'd been friends – or as close to "friends" as Remus ever got – for a couple of years, and Remus figured that Lily had shown up because she needed someone to talk to, and everyone else was in the hospital wing.
This turned out to be more or less the case, although Lily didn't say so. In fact, all she did at first was sit down on the edge of the bed and sniffle a bit as she composed herself. Then she turned to Remus and said,
This knocked Remus for a loop. Scared? What did a beautiful, intelligent, well-liked girl like Lily Evans have to be scared of?
"Scared of what?" he managed to ask.
"Everything," Lily replied with a sigh, "We're all going to be sixteen, Remus."
"I know," Remus said, nodding.
"And everything's…changing," Lily murmured, her eyes clouded, "We're all growing up, and I feel so much…pressure."
"Why are you telling me this?" Remus asked, feeling confused. Lily blinked.
"I thought you'd understand," she said, "I mean, you're into school and things."
"Well, I suppose," Remus replied, "But you're such a good student; you don't ever seem to have trouble."
Lily sighed. "It's not just school, I guess. I like school. But things are…winding down. We're not going to be at Hogwarts forever. I guess everything's just catching up to me. I think too much, and sometimes I overwhelm myself."
Remus leaned forward and put his arm around Lily's shoulders.
"It's all right," he said quietly, "We've got another two years at Hogwarts, and that gives us a lot of time to sort things out. And a lot of things just come together as the days go by, you know that."
Lily sighed. "I know. It gets hard sometimes is all. I worry that I'm not good enough."
"Hey now," Remus cupped Lily's chin in his hand and looked into the deep green of her eyes, "Don't you ever worry about that. You are a wonderful person."
Lily smiled, and Remus shivered at how beautiful she was. He suddenly felt like the right thing to do was to kiss her, so he did, as gently and tenderly as he could.
It was supposed to end there, with just one kiss, a little bit of comfort for Lily in the middle of all her worries, but just as Remus was about to end it, Lily started to kiss him back. A tingle went down Remus's spine, and he was just drunk enough to not have the sense to realize what was about to happen.
Or maybe he did. Either way, he didn't want to stop it, not if Lily wanted it, too. The fact was, Remus had been in love with Lily practically since the day he met her. She was the most beautiful, kind, smart, perfect girl he'd ever met, and for several years, he'd quietly pined after her.
Loneliness was the absolute worst thing about being a werewolf. Remus had never gotten close to anyone before he'd met the Marauders, and he highly doubted that any girl would go through anything half as extreme as they had for him. So, despite his deep feelings for Lily, he never said a word. He'd been so secretive about it that even the other Marauders didn't know, and he preferred it that way. If they had known, they would have spent all their time egging him to go after her and coming up with crazy schemes to fix the two of them up. But Remus knew exactly what would happen if he ever approached any girl, and he definitely didn't want to jeopardize his friendship with Lily.
But right then, with his usual common sense and personal walls replaced by the strange, warm, half-drunk feeling, he didn't care what he was jeopardizing so long as he didn't have to keep his love a secret anymore. As long as Lily kept kissing him back, he'd keep his arms around her, hoping against hope that he'd never have to let go.
And then they made love. At least, that's what it was to Remus; he always had the horrible feeling afterward that it was nothing more than a kind of comfort sex to Lily. But while they were there in each other's arms, Remus had the feeling that they could be one, and he spent what seemed like an eternity feeling Lily's heart beat beside him. He stroked her hair and stared up at the ceiling, feeling euphoric until Lily shifted and turned away.
"What's wrong?" Remus asked in concern, propping himself up on his elbow and putting a hand on Lily's shoulder.
Lily toyed absently with his fingertips and sighed quietly.
"We can't tell anyone about this," she said, not looking around. The statement didn't really surprise Remus; what they'd done could turn into the fastest-growing, most embellished rumor in the school, and he wouldn't put it past someone like McGonagall to give them detention for the rest of their years at Hogwarts. Keeping it between them was the best idea.
"All right," he agreed with a nod. Lily sighed again and turned to face him, and the serious expression on her face made Remus worry.
"I mean it, Remus," she said, her voice now holding a definite note of firmness, "No one can know. As far as everyone's concerned, this never happened."
Remus gaped; she might as well have ripped his heart out and ground it under her heel.
"I –" he stammered, "Lily, I understand why you don't want to tell anyone, but…we did just…didn't it mean anything to you?"
Lily got out of the bed without replying and began dressing.
"Well?" Remus prompted, going over to her and running his fingers through her hair slowly, suddenly knowing that he'd never be able to do so again.
caught his hand and gently pushed it away. "I'm sorry, Remus," was
all she said before turning and leaving the room. She didn't even give him a backward glace.
"I'm sorry, Remus," was all she said before turning and leaving the room. She didn't even give him a backward glace.
For a while, it seemed as if things had ended there. Remus spent the rest of fifth year trying to hide his subsequent depression and trying even harder not to bear his teeth at people when they upset him. There were so many emotions vying for his attention that it was a wonder he didn't explode.
First, he felt hurt. It seemed to him that Lily had just tossed their shared experience aside, and it was painful that she hadn't even so much as looked at him when she left.
He also felt depressed and stupid. He'd definitely been too drunk when he and Lily were together, and somewhere inside, he felt that he'd used her to fulfill some fantasy he'd been harboring in his head. And now, although Lily still acted like his friend whenever they were together, things had changed. She was distant, and it was obvious to Remus that she often acted a lot happier than she actually was. He was convinced that he'd caused that unhappiness.
So summer came, and Remus returned home almost gratefully. Being away from school meant being away from the daily reminders of what he'd done, and he was able to settle into an almost comforting routine.
Therefore, he was very surprised when an owl arrived in early August with a letter for him. It wasn't unusual for James, or Sirius, and occasionally even Peter, to keep in touch now and then, but the envelope didn't sport the handwriting of any of them. Remus stared at the rather decorative script and opened the letter, trying to ignore the quiet smiles from his parents, who must have been thinking that he'd found a girlfriend and wasn't telling them about it.
The letter was from Lily. Remus's stomach churned when he saw her signature at the bottom, but all the letter said was, "I need to talk to you. Meet me at noon in the Leaky Cauldron on the 20th." Remus read it over several times, feeling confused, and spent the next couple of weeks wondering what Lily wanted to talk to him about.
Still feeling a bit uneasy, he did as Lily had asked and headed for London on the 20th of August. He found Lily sitting in the back corner of the Leaky Cauldron, eating a sandwich and trying to look inconspicuous.
"I've saved you a half," she said when Remus sat down, and pushed the plate toward him.
Remus shook his head. "I'm not hungry."
Lily seemed to pick up on Remus's apprehension and sat back, looking as though she'd been dreading this moment at much as he had.
"Remus," she said slowly, looking down at her hands, "I'm pregnant."
For a minute, all Remus could do was sit there, opening and closing his mouth as he waited for words to come. Finally, he managed to sigh,
"Oh, Lily, I am so sorry."
Lily looked up in surprise. "This isn't your fault, Remus. You were drunk, and I –"
"But that's exactly it!" Remus exclaimed, sitting forward, "I was drunk, and you were upset, and I took advantage of that!"
"What are you talking about?" Lily asked, frowning slightly, "If this is anyone's fault, it's mine. I shouldn't have tried to saddle you with my problems after you'd been drinking. I took advantage of the fact that we're friends and you weren't entirely with it."
For a moment, both of them were silent. Then, Remus laughed.
"What's so funny?" Lily wanted to know.
"Oh, just that we've spent the last few months essentially avoiding each other," Remus replied, "If we'd had this conversation before we'd left school for the summer, things would've been easier."
Lily smiled thinly. "Yes, I suppose they would have. But Remus…I asked you to meet me here because I need your help. I know it's not really anybody's 'fault', but I am pregnant, and I can't deal with it on my own."
"Well," Remus licked his lips, being brought very firmly back to Earth by Lily's words, "What do you want to do?"
"I want to have the baby," Lily replied, "But I can't keep it. And nobody can know what's gone on."
Remus couldn't agree more whole-heartedly with that. He could only imagine what Dumbledore, McGonagall, and the rest of the Hogwarts staff would do if they suddenly found one of their students pregnant. And then there was the matter of Lily's parents. And his parents. If he and Lily didn't play it smart, there could be more trouble than they could possibly imagine.
"There is a spell we could do," Lily went on, pulling a slim book out of her satchel and searching for a page, "It's a concealment spell, but it has to be cast before the third month of pregnancy." She slid the open book across the table and Remus scanned the page.
"Wait, you can only cast it once every twenty days?" he asked in dismay, "But you'll be three months pregnant next month. That means we only get one chance!"
Lily nodded gravely. "And I can't cast it on myself, so I need your help."
"All right," Remus nodded, reading the spell over again, "When?"
"As soon as possible," Lily answered, "Before next week, if we can. The last thing we need is everyone from school swarming around here."
Remus nodded again. The next week would bring the start of the school shopping season, and most all of the students from Hogwarts would be going around – or through – the Leaky Cauldron and into Diagon Alley to get their supplies.
"And we'd better do it somewhere private," Lily added, "We need to be as secretive as possible."
They spent a while making plans, and eventually agreed on a place and time to meet later that week to cast the spell. Lily loaned Remus the book so that he could study the spell. They both had to be as familiar with it as possible since they only had one chance to get it right.
Fortunately for them, it worked, and it was impossible to tell, visually or through a variety of tests, that Lily was pregnant. The spell itself was hard to detect, and the only reason anyone would test for it would be if they suspected pregnancy.
Sixth year came, and Remus and Lily were able to function fairly normally. One day before Christmas holidays, Lily approached Remus when they were alone in the library, and they began to discuss the possibility of putting the baby up for adoption. Remus agreed that it would be the best idea, but apprehension began growing in the back of his mind. There was a possibility that he couldn't tell Lily about, something that could seriously jeopardize the child's chances of being adopted. So, in his spare time, he began his own research.
They were lucky, and the child was late in coming; he wasn't born until spring holidays, so both Remus and Lily were home and able to deal with it in a much better way than they could have if they been at Hogwarts. Almost immediately, they discreetly took the baby for a variety of magical tests that would determine where he would fare the best in the wizarding adoption system.
That was when they'd gotten some shocking news. Their son was a Squib – he had no magical potential whatsoever. The wizard that had done the tests was very apologetic and gave them as much information as he could on the Muggle adoption system. It was slightly more complicated than the wizarding one, and Lily took it upon herself to try and get the baby into it before spring holidays were over.
That gave Remus time to take their son for a few, even more discreet tests. The apprehension that he'd been feeling since Christmas holidays hadn't left him, and he knew why: there was a chance that the boy could be a werewolf. Remus hated having to keep that from Lily, but she had no clue that Remus himself was one, and it was too late to tell her; things were already stressful and emotional enough.
He could remember the exact words that the witch who tested the boy said, as they were such a relief:
"He'll never transform. There might be other things, little things like a vague dislike for moonlight, but he is most definitely not a werewolf."
Remus had breathed world's biggest sigh of relief upon hearing this. It freed him from most of the stress he'd been feeling, and he was able to help Lily with the adoption process with a much clearer head.
It was almost scary how secretly they'd pulled everything off, to the point where not even Dumbledore had any clue as to what was going on. What was more amazing to Remus, though, was how Sirius, James, and Peter never bothered him about where he was on holidays, since they tended to stay at the school and try to find new ways to sneak around behind the teachers' backs. Somehow, Remus and Lily had managed to completely hide the fact that they'd ever been together as more than friends.
They named the boy Aidan shortly before he entered the Muggle adoption system. The only thing that Lily had insisted on was being able to meet the people who decided to adopt him. Remus was surprised at how strong Lily was through the whole thing; she rarely ever got tearful, and somehow she'd managed to keep up with school throughout her entire pregnancy.
Sixth year came to an end, and, much to Remus and Lily's surprise, a couple of very nice Muggles – the Wintertons – decided to adopt Aidan about halfway through July. They were unable to have children of their own, and had fallen in love with the boy after only a short time. So Remus and Lily sat down with them and talked about a lot of Muggle things, trying their best to pretend that they were just a couple of normal teenagers who'd had one rather unfortunate night. Both Lily and Remus liked the Muggles a lot, which made it much easier to let Aidan go. They shook hands all around, and that was the last time either of them saw Aidan.
Then, in seventh year, Lily started dating James, and the rest was history. Remus thought about Aidan now and then, but as the years passed, all that time slipped into memory along with the pain of losing James and Lily, and, more recently, the pain of losing Sirius. He never contacted Aidan; he and Lily had thought that would be too confusing for the boy.
"And that's it, really," Remus finished with a sigh, "Aidan's been living with Muggles for the last nineteen years. He has no idea that we exist."
Of course, the story he'd told to the Order had contained quite a bit less than what Remus had been remembering in the privacy of his own head. They'd gotten more along the lines of "got drunk, had sex, concealed baby", which was enough for Remus to sufficiently explain Aidan's existence without completely embarrassing himself. Still, McGonagall was shaking her head, Molly looked quite shocked, and Snape looked thoroughly disgusted. Only Arthur and Dumbledore seemed relatively calm.
"Well," McGonagall said finally, taking off her spectacles and polishing them in a businesslike manner, "In light of that, I think Remus is right. If we can give Harry family, we should do it."
"Assuming that the sight of the lovechild of his mother and his former professor wouldn't cause him to commit suicide on the spot," Snape sneered. Remus clenched his fists under the table but remained seated as Dumbledore raised a hand lazily.
"That's enough, Severus," he said, "I don't see why Remus's idea won't work; as Harry will not listen to any of us, the best thing we can do for him is to try and give him the last decent bit of his family."
"You do realize how difficult this is going to be, Headmaster?" Remus spoke up, "Aidan has no knowledge whatsoever of the wizarding world. Even if he's aware that he was adopted, the people who adopted him thought that Lily and I were Muggles. They're all completely oblivious to the world that we'd be bringing Aidan into."
"Nevertheless, this was your suggestion," Dumbledore replied, "And I trust that you can handle it. And now, this meeting is dismissed."
As the others filed out, Remus remained seated at the table. It took him a moment to realize that Dumbledore had also made no move to get up.
"Yes, Headmaster?" Remus asked after a moment, beginning to feel uncomfortable. Dumbledore looked up gravely.
"Your story was most disturbing, Remus," he said in an accusatory tone that Remus had never heard him use before.
"I thought it might be," was all Remus could say.
"Apparently there is much more that I have to learn about my school and its students," Dumbledore went on, pushing his spectacles up the bridge of his nose, "And I will not forget that you have now betrayed my trust more than once."
Remus stared. He'd never seen Dumbledore act even remotely nasty, but now the headmaster's tone was bordering on vindictive.
"There wasn't much I could do on this one, sir," he replied shakily, "Mostly it was Lily's wishes, and I, for obvious reasons, helped her."
"Be that as it may, Remus, your methods involved a great deal of deceit," Dumbledore replied, "The great part of which went on under my very nose. Now, I want you to bring your son back here as soon as possible."
Remus gave Dumbledore a critical look. There was a glint in the old man's eyes that was quite different than the usual jolly one. This time, Remus saw impatience and anger, not unlike the look that was often in Snape's eyes. He suddenly began to question just how wise it would be to bring Aidan out of his Muggle life.
"It's going to be strange for him," he commented, starting to get up. Dumbledore caught his sleeve and pulled him back into his chair almost forcefully.
"Need I remind you again that this was your idea?" the headmaster asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm well aware," Remus replied coolly, "But I'm starting to wonder just how good of an idea it is. What if, God forbid, Snape is right, and the sight of Aidan just makes things worse for Harry?"
Dumbledore removed his spectacles and gave Remus such a cold look that Remus felt as though he were being slowly frozen from the inside out. Such a look on the usually jovial face of Albus Dumbledore was beyond unnerving.
"Look," Dumbledore hissed, "I am not having the Boy Who Lived become the Boy Who Died while I'm headmaster. Everyone knows that Harry Potter goes to my school, and if he decides to slit his wrists on my watch, everyone is going to find out. If something happens to him, do you think I'm going to let people pin it on me? No. I want to be able to say that I did all I could."
Remus opened his mouth to say something, but Dumbledore held up one slender finger to silence him.
"So I want you to find your son and bring him back here by the end of the week. You just find out where he is; I'll see to all the other arrangements."
Remus blinked, trying to compose himself. The chill in Dumbledore's voice could have started a new ice age.
"And what if I've decided it's not a good idea?" he said finally, raising his eyebrows. Dumbledore frowned darkly.
"You will do this," he snapped, "For the good of the school."
"No," Remus shook his head and got up again, "I won't. Since I already brought it up, I'll do it for Harry. And I'll make my own arrangements, thank you."
With that, he left the room, leaving Dumbledore sitting at the table, seething quietly.