He winced and touched his cheek with his fingers, looking at the crimson blood that collected there. Then pure white magic spilled out of Harry; with black swirls dotting it randomly, showing the abuse his magical aura has had from his treatment. It went towards Remus and surrounded him protectively, pooling in the damaged areas of his body. The other magic danced with the other, almost lovingly, providing reassurance to each other. He felt the white magic stitch together the broken skin and blood vessels, soothing the bruises and removing the cuts from the body.