Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter doesn't belong to me, it belongs to the brilliant JK Rowling
Perfect Health
A middle-aged man with ling, wavy black hair is sitting on a chair at number twelve Grimmauld place. When the doorbell rings he jumps up; he doesn't get much excitement around here.
The sight that greets him isn't a pleasant one. "What do you want Severus?" His childhood enemy stands in front of him, with his greasy hair and hooked nose.
"I just thought the order should know that Potter is under the impression that you are being tortured in the Department of Mysteries by Voldemort. I came to see it you are alright, and it seems you are in excellent health for someone being tortured by the Dark Lord." His voice remains monotone. "Also, I believe that Potter is going to go try and rescue from a place you are obviously not."
Sirius stared at Severus for one long moment before springing in to action. He ran inside and stick his head in the fire. "Molly," he said when he saw the interior of the Burrow. "I need to contact the rest of the Order. There's no time for questions. Where are they?" He felt exhilarated, this was the most fun he'd had in fifteen years.