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He's My Mate!
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AN:
All warnings are gonna be put before the chapter, because I still have to work out a few more things…
Enjoy! ^_^
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Chapter 1
The moon was new and the clouds wispy and light as Remus Lupin unpacked his belongings, placing them in his new – or old, depending on how you looked at it – rooms at Hogwarts. He was going to be teaching there permanently, now that the Dark Lord was gone and he wasn’t needed by the Order.
He had contemplated staying with Sirius, but that seemed to be out of the question with his new girlfriend (a witch that had worked with the Order, he’d met only a handful of times) and he didn’t think he’d be able to stand Sirius for so long without occasional visits from other people that weren’t her.
Remus sighed and picked up a stack of books, moving them to the lower shelves in his private quarters.
The full moon had been the week before and he felt as if he could run around the Hogwarts grounds for an hour and still feel fine. This surprised him, he couldn’t remember feeling so good, no great, but he guessed that this was a good thing, after all… He didn’t enjoy being the sickly man he still looked. True, the house elves kept him well fed, and his wounds checked and cleaned, but he should have still felt run down.
His brow furrowed with thought as he wandered back into his office, picking up another pile of books. There was something else… Something he was forgetting.
He dropped the books onto the bed, scratching the back of his head idly as he stared at the ceiling. But what could he be forgetting?
Oh well… He sighed, it’d come back to him. No need to worry. Again he picked up the books, hoping to get to bed when he’d finished unpacking them all, only another trunk full of them to go.
But as he worked, Remus couldn’t shake the feeling that the thing he’d forgotten was something very important.
- - - - -
Summer holidays had been most welcomed by everyone in Hogwarts and in the Order. As Hermione had put it, “We can relax and then actually have a normal school year!”
Ron had groaned, by Remus held the thought dearly to his heart. Their first summer and school year without Voldemort killing off people’s families, he could have cried.
He was at breakfast, eating his food slowly, as he watched (with amusement) as each teacher wandered in at their own pace and at their own time.
Sprout had been up earlier than him, but he wasn’t very surprised by that. The woman needed to tend to her plants early in the morning before the Greenhouses warmed up.
Minerva was next, and strode in at half-past seven with a disgruntled expression on her face. He muttered a ‘good morning’ and she returned it, quickly striding off to her rooms again after pouring herself a cup of tea. She had first year letters to complete, and he knew she preferred getting them out of the way, before she gave herself anytime to relax.
Trelawny and Vector wandered in together, arguing quietly about the upcoming weather patterns, they took refuge on the couch at the back of the room, a pot of herbal tea materializing in front of them.
He took another sip of his tea, nearly missing the shadow-like person that practically glided into the room, his slight limp looking elegant on him. He placed his cup down on the table.
Remus blinked in surprise when he noticed Snape wasn’t wearing his billowing black cloak, and that he made coffee instead of tea. He watched silently as the man went about making his coffee as if he were brewing a potion: Carefully and precisely.
Two teaspoons of coffee, add hot water, stir, tap spoon on side of glass and drink.
Remus watched with fascination as Snape took a sip and moved to leave the room, stopping to take a biscuit the house elves had left on the counter and taking a small bite.
Again Remus blinked as the man left the room. His tea forgotten, Remus stood up and followed Snape, jogging to keep up. He must have modified the potion, to make him feel so good.
“Severus! Severus, slow down!”
Severus slowed to a stop just before the dungeon stair case. He looked utterly peeved at being disturbed. He stared, silent and waiting for Remus to talk.
Remus was bent forward, his hands on his knees. “Wait a sec - gotta – catch my – breath.” A minute later, he was standing straight, “Thank you for the potion.”
“You’ve already thanked me, Lupin and if that is the reason for you stopping me, I will be on my way now.” He turned to leave, but Lupin grabbed his arm.
“You improved the potion, I’m feeling a lot better now.”
Severus raised an elegant brow, his dark eyes mocking Lupin, “I did no such thing.”
“But,” Remus’ mouth fell open, “I don’t and didn’t feel so sore after my transformation, you must have -”
“I have made no changed to the potion as of late Lupin.” Snape yanked back his arm, took a sip of his drink and continued to his rooms.
Remus stared after him, dumbstruck. But… Then… Why did he feel so good? And why was his hand tingling? Why did the sight of Snape make him feel even better?
He wandered back to the staffroom, flexing his hand. What was going on with him? He was sure that Severus had managed to modify the potion, to make his transformation easier.
But he hadn’t, he thought to himself, he hasn’t made any changes to it recently, and he would have told me…
He wasn’t surprised to find his tea gone when he returned to his seat and set off to make himself another.
The cup was half finished when Albus walked in.
“Remus, my boy, how are you finding Hogwarts?” He looked worn and his age, but the twinkling in his eyes hadn’t disappeared. Remus was thankful for that.
“Fine, seems very different from the last time I stay here, now I’m staying permanently.”
“That’s good. I see you’re feeling much better. Was your transformation easier for you this month?”
Remus nodded, sipping his tea as a cup popped up in front of Dumbledore, “It was. I felt very lively during it, not really tired like I usually do. Nor was I unbearably sore after it. It surprised both Madam Pomfrey and myself.”
Dumbledore nodded, “So Severus fixed the potion for you? I asked him ages ago, but Voldemort had him running around.”
“Voldemort?”
“Yes. I was very worried during the last few weeks of the war, Severus hardly slept. I’m just happy he seems well again.”
- - - - -
Severus Snape was not a happy man. Not only was his leg killing him, but that werewolf, Lupin, had piqued his curiosity. So much so that he couldn’t concentrate on the book he was reading.
His usual vest was thrown across the back of the seat he was sitting on, leaving him in a long sleeved, white shirt with fewer buttons than his vest.
Severus growled to himself quickly turning his attention back to the book in front of him. It was a muggle one, about a group of children that had been experimented on and now had wings. It was the second book in the series and he had made a mental note to find the first one.
He placed the book down gingerly, getting up with some difficultly as he limped into his lab. He swore quietly at the now dead death eater that had caused his limp.
It had been a curse, and it had to wear off slowly. Madam Pomfrey had already tried all the cures she knew. Unfortunately he didn’t know how long it would be, having never witnessed its use before. It felt a lot better than what it had when he was first hit though, and he was glad it did.
He pulled a large book off the shelf, and sat at his desk, the book in front of him. He flipped through it hurriedly, Lupin’s reaction during and after his transformation moving to be his only thoughts. He scanned several pages in the ‘During the Transformation’ chapter, then a few of the ‘The Days After’ one.
Finding nothing he sat back on his seat, staring at the opposite wall, the chair creaking shrilly.
Maybe he’d dropped another ingredient in by accident?
He cast that thought off immediately. He didn’t make mistakes like that. He was the careful Potions Professor, not Neville Longbottom or any of the many Hufflepuffs he had to teach. He wouldn’t be able to make a mistake like that.
He sighed and got up. Maybe a nap would clear his head?
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Remus was restless, really, really restless.
He’d finished his unpacking, had even flooed Sirius about visiting him, wrote to Harry to find out how his family was treating him, and now he was pacing his room vigorously.
He felt… Neglected.
He growled in frustration, sitting down on the bed and bouncing lightly on it. It didn’t last long as he got up and started pacing around the room again.
Not that his current energized state was the only thing annoying him. The fact that he was feeling so energized at all had him feeling frustrated as well.
If Severus hadn’t - he felt a tingling sensation, Hadn’t modified the potion, why was he feeling so different?
His mind lingered on that thought, his eyes seeing Severus brewing, his long delicate fingers picking at the ingredients, his lips twisted into a disgusted sneer as he stirred the substance in the cauldron. His mind lingered on the picture of Snape’s hands, his mind’s eyes taking in the gracefulness of the Potion Master’s movements, and how soft they looked.
Remus shook off the thought. He hadn’t had thoughts like that so consciously since… Suddenly his mind clicking to what the problem was.
He stared in horror at the floor, everything starting to make sense. He felt tingly around the Professor, he felt happy, he felt energetic, he felt… utterly ignored and achy inside, right at that very moment.
He gaped.
“Oh, Merlin! This is … shit!” He flooed Albus immediately, asking if there was anyone in his office. When Albus shook his head, he was already flooing to the room. Many of the papers on the old wizard’s desk fluttered to the ground as he coughed and moved out of the fireplace.
Albus looked startled, and rose from his seat, “Remus, child, what is wrong?”
“I’m in heat!”
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AN:
All warnings are gonna be put before the chapter, because I still have to work out a few more things…
Enjoy! ^_^
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Chapter 1
The moon was new and the clouds wispy and light as Remus Lupin unpacked his belongings, placing them in his new – or old, depending on how you looked at it – rooms at Hogwarts. He was going to be teaching there permanently, now that the Dark Lord was gone and he wasn’t needed by the Order.
He had contemplated staying with Sirius, but that seemed to be out of the question with his new girlfriend (a witch that had worked with the Order, he’d met only a handful of times) and he didn’t think he’d be able to stand Sirius for so long without occasional visits from other people that weren’t her.
Remus sighed and picked up a stack of books, moving them to the lower shelves in his private quarters.
The full moon had been the week before and he felt as if he could run around the Hogwarts grounds for an hour and still feel fine. This surprised him, he couldn’t remember feeling so good, no great, but he guessed that this was a good thing, after all… He didn’t enjoy being the sickly man he still looked. True, the house elves kept him well fed, and his wounds checked and cleaned, but he should have still felt run down.
His brow furrowed with thought as he wandered back into his office, picking up another pile of books. There was something else… Something he was forgetting.
He dropped the books onto the bed, scratching the back of his head idly as he stared at the ceiling. But what could he be forgetting?
Oh well… He sighed, it’d come back to him. No need to worry. Again he picked up the books, hoping to get to bed when he’d finished unpacking them all, only another trunk full of them to go.
But as he worked, Remus couldn’t shake the feeling that the thing he’d forgotten was something very important.
- - - - -
Summer holidays had been most welcomed by everyone in Hogwarts and in the Order. As Hermione had put it, “We can relax and then actually have a normal school year!”
Ron had groaned, by Remus held the thought dearly to his heart. Their first summer and school year without Voldemort killing off people’s families, he could have cried.
He was at breakfast, eating his food slowly, as he watched (with amusement) as each teacher wandered in at their own pace and at their own time.
Sprout had been up earlier than him, but he wasn’t very surprised by that. The woman needed to tend to her plants early in the morning before the Greenhouses warmed up.
Minerva was next, and strode in at half-past seven with a disgruntled expression on her face. He muttered a ‘good morning’ and she returned it, quickly striding off to her rooms again after pouring herself a cup of tea. She had first year letters to complete, and he knew she preferred getting them out of the way, before she gave herself anytime to relax.
Trelawny and Vector wandered in together, arguing quietly about the upcoming weather patterns, they took refuge on the couch at the back of the room, a pot of herbal tea materializing in front of them.
He took another sip of his tea, nearly missing the shadow-like person that practically glided into the room, his slight limp looking elegant on him. He placed his cup down on the table.
Remus blinked in surprise when he noticed Snape wasn’t wearing his billowing black cloak, and that he made coffee instead of tea. He watched silently as the man went about making his coffee as if he were brewing a potion: Carefully and precisely.
Two teaspoons of coffee, add hot water, stir, tap spoon on side of glass and drink.
Remus watched with fascination as Snape took a sip and moved to leave the room, stopping to take a biscuit the house elves had left on the counter and taking a small bite.
Again Remus blinked as the man left the room. His tea forgotten, Remus stood up and followed Snape, jogging to keep up. He must have modified the potion, to make him feel so good.
“Severus! Severus, slow down!”
Severus slowed to a stop just before the dungeon stair case. He looked utterly peeved at being disturbed. He stared, silent and waiting for Remus to talk.
Remus was bent forward, his hands on his knees. “Wait a sec - gotta – catch my – breath.” A minute later, he was standing straight, “Thank you for the potion.”
“You’ve already thanked me, Lupin and if that is the reason for you stopping me, I will be on my way now.” He turned to leave, but Lupin grabbed his arm.
“You improved the potion, I’m feeling a lot better now.”
Severus raised an elegant brow, his dark eyes mocking Lupin, “I did no such thing.”
“But,” Remus’ mouth fell open, “I don’t and didn’t feel so sore after my transformation, you must have -”
“I have made no changed to the potion as of late Lupin.” Snape yanked back his arm, took a sip of his drink and continued to his rooms.
Remus stared after him, dumbstruck. But… Then… Why did he feel so good? And why was his hand tingling? Why did the sight of Snape make him feel even better?
He wandered back to the staffroom, flexing his hand. What was going on with him? He was sure that Severus had managed to modify the potion, to make his transformation easier.
But he hadn’t, he thought to himself, he hasn’t made any changes to it recently, and he would have told me…
He wasn’t surprised to find his tea gone when he returned to his seat and set off to make himself another.
The cup was half finished when Albus walked in.
“Remus, my boy, how are you finding Hogwarts?” He looked worn and his age, but the twinkling in his eyes hadn’t disappeared. Remus was thankful for that.
“Fine, seems very different from the last time I stay here, now I’m staying permanently.”
“That’s good. I see you’re feeling much better. Was your transformation easier for you this month?”
Remus nodded, sipping his tea as a cup popped up in front of Dumbledore, “It was. I felt very lively during it, not really tired like I usually do. Nor was I unbearably sore after it. It surprised both Madam Pomfrey and myself.”
Dumbledore nodded, “So Severus fixed the potion for you? I asked him ages ago, but Voldemort had him running around.”
“Voldemort?”
“Yes. I was very worried during the last few weeks of the war, Severus hardly slept. I’m just happy he seems well again.”
- - - - -
Severus Snape was not a happy man. Not only was his leg killing him, but that werewolf, Lupin, had piqued his curiosity. So much so that he couldn’t concentrate on the book he was reading.
His usual vest was thrown across the back of the seat he was sitting on, leaving him in a long sleeved, white shirt with fewer buttons than his vest.
Severus growled to himself quickly turning his attention back to the book in front of him. It was a muggle one, about a group of children that had been experimented on and now had wings. It was the second book in the series and he had made a mental note to find the first one.
He placed the book down gingerly, getting up with some difficultly as he limped into his lab. He swore quietly at the now dead death eater that had caused his limp.
It had been a curse, and it had to wear off slowly. Madam Pomfrey had already tried all the cures she knew. Unfortunately he didn’t know how long it would be, having never witnessed its use before. It felt a lot better than what it had when he was first hit though, and he was glad it did.
He pulled a large book off the shelf, and sat at his desk, the book in front of him. He flipped through it hurriedly, Lupin’s reaction during and after his transformation moving to be his only thoughts. He scanned several pages in the ‘During the Transformation’ chapter, then a few of the ‘The Days After’ one.
Finding nothing he sat back on his seat, staring at the opposite wall, the chair creaking shrilly.
Maybe he’d dropped another ingredient in by accident?
He cast that thought off immediately. He didn’t make mistakes like that. He was the careful Potions Professor, not Neville Longbottom or any of the many Hufflepuffs he had to teach. He wouldn’t be able to make a mistake like that.
He sighed and got up. Maybe a nap would clear his head?
- - - - -
Remus was restless, really, really restless.
He’d finished his unpacking, had even flooed Sirius about visiting him, wrote to Harry to find out how his family was treating him, and now he was pacing his room vigorously.
He felt… Neglected.
He growled in frustration, sitting down on the bed and bouncing lightly on it. It didn’t last long as he got up and started pacing around the room again.
Not that his current energized state was the only thing annoying him. The fact that he was feeling so energized at all had him feeling frustrated as well.
If Severus hadn’t - he felt a tingling sensation, Hadn’t modified the potion, why was he feeling so different?
His mind lingered on that thought, his eyes seeing Severus brewing, his long delicate fingers picking at the ingredients, his lips twisted into a disgusted sneer as he stirred the substance in the cauldron. His mind lingered on the picture of Snape’s hands, his mind’s eyes taking in the gracefulness of the Potion Master’s movements, and how soft they looked.
Remus shook off the thought. He hadn’t had thoughts like that so consciously since… Suddenly his mind clicking to what the problem was.
He stared in horror at the floor, everything starting to make sense. He felt tingly around the Professor, he felt happy, he felt energetic, he felt… utterly ignored and achy inside, right at that very moment.
He gaped.
“Oh, Merlin! This is … shit!” He flooed Albus immediately, asking if there was anyone in his office. When Albus shook his head, he was already flooing to the room. Many of the papers on the old wizard’s desk fluttered to the ground as he coughed and moved out of the fireplace.
Albus looked startled, and rose from his seat, “Remus, child, what is wrong?”
“I’m in heat!”
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