"Patrick, if I thought you weren't a target even before that article, I wouldn't have written to warn you about Greyback. I'd have left it off with the personal warning I sent to Ted."
Leaning forward when Patrick finished speaking, elbows on his knees, hands clasped in front of him, Remus looked the other man steadily in the eye. "If you join the Order, it would be you, not the clinic. The advantage to you is that you would be able to draw on the Order's resources -- people, skills, contacts, whatever you need. The disadvantage is that if it comes out that you're one of us, this place moves up on the list of the enemy's targets. But, let's be realistic, between the article and the fact your partner is my son, you're already moving up that list at a fair rate.
"As for what would be asked of you specifically, as I said, it will be based on your skills. There are those who don't -- and shouldn't -- join those of us on the front lines of the fighting. An extra hand stocking us for any potions we might need would always be a plus. Shelter is a possibility. But, it's one I would suggest you consider very carefully before agreeing to do it because if one of us needs a place to hide, it means something nasty as hell is on our tails. There are safe houses I would recommend letting be an option before you offer this place."
Biting his lip, Remus paused for a long moment before continuing. "You do good work here, Patrick. I look at what you've done here and I wish to Heaven we'd had something like this place in my time. If there was a choice, I'd advise against anything that even hints at losing your autonomy, even to the Order. Still, the Order is your best bet for keeping these people safe, at least this Full to give you a little breathing space to consider the next one."