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"Hello, Harry my name is Remus Lupin and I am a friend of your godfather Sirius as well as a very good friend to both of your parents before they died. You can call me Remus or Moony, whichever you like."

Harry raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Your magic 'feels' different from Paddy's but sort of like when he is being a big dog, are you an animagus too?"

The man had startled when Harry mentioned his 'feel' but then the tall dark man started asking questions before anyone else could say anything. "You can feel the magic in people, Potter? How does each of us 'feel' to you?" There was something there besides curiosity, almost dark about the strange man.

Paddy ran his free hand through Harry's hair, telling him it was okay to talk to everyone there. "You are in the infirmary at Hogwarts School now Harry, its okay to talk openly about magic to anyone you meet here. Everyone here is a wizard or a witch; there are no muggles to worry about overhearing anything we say. If you want to answer Professor Snape's questions you may. I admit I am also curious about you being able to 'feel' a witch or wizards magic."

Harry looked up at the tall wizard standing in such an intimidating manner over him. Up close, he could tell the man's hair was stringy and greasy and he had a large hooked nose that seemed to have been broken several times in the past. Harry shrank back, using his godfather's chest as a welcoming protective presence. He forced himself to look into the staring black eyes rather that at the man's thick black nose hairs and his crooked yellow teeth and stuttered. "Yeah, it feels different for my magic than Paddy's and Paddy the grim feels different than when Sirius is a man. But I never had anyone else around to notice until now to know that I can feel all of you too. And the walls and floors, and all the furniture feel magic too, just not alive, somehow…" His voice faded off as he turned his concentration inward, analyzing everything he was now noticing about the odd bits of information he was just realizing he could sense.

He was so intense on his inner feelings; he didn't notice the surprised glances the others all shared before he turned his attention outward again to those in the room. "Madame Pomfrey feels…warm, soothing….she makes people strong and…healthy, right?" At her pleased nod he turned to Paddy and really looked at his magic. "Paddy…you are stronger in magic…. I don't know how to say this…about protection against bad people…maybe, does that make any sense? And I can 'see' your dog form almost like a ghost over your magic." Paddy had his mouth open in shocked surprise as Harry turned without noticing towards Moony.

"You are very strong…but there's something very…I don't know…wild…animal…not quite right. It feels really wrong somehow, like it's something bad…a curse sort of, like Sirius taught me about before. It doesn't belong to you, someone made you sick, I think." Moony was sitting as silent as a statue as Harry analyzed his innermost being. He looked stricken at Sirius who had met his shocked eyes over Harry's head as the boy turned his attention on the last wizard in the room.

Snape looked very apprehensive at what the child would sense about him, he had many deep secrets that he had never admitted to anyone, not even the Headmaster who knew more about him than anyone else alive. Harry turned his head with a quizzical expression on his little face as he looked, really 'looked' at the third stranger intently. "You are also very strong in…protection against bad wizards, but it is hidden almost like you don't want people to know about it. And you are 'sick' too…a curse…but Moony's is all over and yours is your left arm. The blackness is trying to eat away at your magic and take away the good magic in you. You also have some of Madame Pomfrey's healing…but it's different…more to do with the earth…I don't know….something about plants instead of people."

Harry looked up over his shoulder at Sirius to make sure he was still doing something okay. At the unspoken question, Sirius nodded and smiled at Harry to continue if he wanted to. Harry looked back at Professor Snape who was still focused entirely upon the surprising child in front of him. He knew that no one had even told the boy who he was, let alone that he was a potion's master with a decided liking for DADA as well as being marked with the dark mark.

Harry bit the side of his lower lip as he tried to find the words to explain what he could sense about the apprehensive man in front of him. "You have lots of old hurts, like when my Uncle and Aunt used to yell at me and hurt me…and you don't really like me…but I don't know why? Have we met before Professor? I don't remember ever meeting you."

Snape drew himself up to his full height, looked threateningly to the other three present and swept out of the room, black robes billowing in a nonexistent wind as he stalked out, afraid to say anything to the small child who had somehow managed to read clear to the hidden depths of his very soul.

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