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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,334
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Sweet
Title: Sweet
Set: Lilac
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR
Summary: #2 – Sweet. ‘Come closer and see, see into the dark…’
Word Count: 701 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘Little Red Riding Hood,’ you can read the fairy story here: http://www.tonightsbedtimestory.com/little-red-riding-hood/
#2 – Sweet
There were some mysteries in the world that no creature, let alone man, could understand. One such example was death. All things died, and when they did, what became of the energy that made them live?
Remus Lupin was alive, and as far as his lingering human brain would allow, he knew that when Anton Dolohov killed him at the Battle of Hogwarts, the Death Eater had slain a man. Of course, Remus Lupin was much more than a man, and so when the wolf realized it was still alive, it dug up through grave dirt and took a deep breath of moonlit air.
The air was sweet, the cemetery grass under his paws was soft, and the moon that reflected in his luminous brown eyes was bright. In the nighttime air, he was not sure why he had been in the ground, and as he looked about, he saw only stones with scratches in the surface. The wolf could not read, could not remember, but was hungry, dirty, and free.
Sweet realization came later, when the moon was gone, and he was in man form again, lost deep in a forest with strange trees. Other humans could not see him well, but there were others like him in the forest that took him into their pack. He was a young pup compared to most that had lived to see hundreds of moons. The pack placed him at the bottom, and he fought everyday to live. He was the ‘omega,’ the weakest, the one who had lost the most of them all. He was a ‘blood wolf,’ turned as a child, and not born like his pack, and because of that, Remus had to fight.
He remembered how to walk like a man, how to speak like a man, how to move like a man when it suited him. The pack knew him when he was still just a man, and some feared him still. He could use man’s magic; he could trick men to get what the pack wanted. Most of the pack was too wary of the villages, but he, Remus Lupin, walked and laughed like a man. This interaction made Remus begin to remember.
Remus remembered a mate who was lost, and a pup, that was far away. He did not really care much about the life he had had as a man, clinging so tightly to humanity. The man was dead, and the wolf was alive.
Many years passed while he lived, abandoning his humanity, and he found pleasure in climbing his way to the top. Sweet, unadulterated power, was what he wanted, and he got it. Remus was the master, the ‘alpha,’ of Puzzlewood, a place of great magic and power.
It was into his third year as alpha, mate less, and often challenged, that a crimson-cloaked female came into the wood. She was different from the other humans, for she walked the ancient pathways known only to the pack after they drove out the Wizards centuries ago.
She smelled familiar, but Remus had purged most of his human memories. He knew she was a witch, a powerful witch, a young witch. She smelled delicious, sweet, and his pack stalked her as she walked through the maze of trees and rocks, licking their lips.
Remus wondered if she would taste as sweet as she smelled.
It had been a long time since the pack had had the sweet taste of magical human flesh, and the memory was engrained into their bestial minds. However, Remus was not about to have his pack attack the witch. His pack was dwindling in size, Wizards killing them slowly through the years. Pups were few, and many died while so young. A powerful witch could be turned, could bear a strong pup.
Logic, it was a faculty Remus had retained, and logically, a powerful mate could bring prestige to the pack, more than legend could.
He hounded her steps as she found her way through the forest again, and sent warnings to his pack to back away. Remus would have the witch for himself, and when he marked her, he would taste her sweet blood in the marking of his bitch.
Set: Lilac
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR
Summary: #2 – Sweet. ‘Come closer and see, see into the dark…’
Word Count: 701 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘Little Red Riding Hood,’ you can read the fairy story here: http://www.tonightsbedtimestory.com/little-red-riding-hood/
#2 – Sweet
There were some mysteries in the world that no creature, let alone man, could understand. One such example was death. All things died, and when they did, what became of the energy that made them live?
Remus Lupin was alive, and as far as his lingering human brain would allow, he knew that when Anton Dolohov killed him at the Battle of Hogwarts, the Death Eater had slain a man. Of course, Remus Lupin was much more than a man, and so when the wolf realized it was still alive, it dug up through grave dirt and took a deep breath of moonlit air.
The air was sweet, the cemetery grass under his paws was soft, and the moon that reflected in his luminous brown eyes was bright. In the nighttime air, he was not sure why he had been in the ground, and as he looked about, he saw only stones with scratches in the surface. The wolf could not read, could not remember, but was hungry, dirty, and free.
Sweet realization came later, when the moon was gone, and he was in man form again, lost deep in a forest with strange trees. Other humans could not see him well, but there were others like him in the forest that took him into their pack. He was a young pup compared to most that had lived to see hundreds of moons. The pack placed him at the bottom, and he fought everyday to live. He was the ‘omega,’ the weakest, the one who had lost the most of them all. He was a ‘blood wolf,’ turned as a child, and not born like his pack, and because of that, Remus had to fight.
He remembered how to walk like a man, how to speak like a man, how to move like a man when it suited him. The pack knew him when he was still just a man, and some feared him still. He could use man’s magic; he could trick men to get what the pack wanted. Most of the pack was too wary of the villages, but he, Remus Lupin, walked and laughed like a man. This interaction made Remus begin to remember.
Remus remembered a mate who was lost, and a pup, that was far away. He did not really care much about the life he had had as a man, clinging so tightly to humanity. The man was dead, and the wolf was alive.
Many years passed while he lived, abandoning his humanity, and he found pleasure in climbing his way to the top. Sweet, unadulterated power, was what he wanted, and he got it. Remus was the master, the ‘alpha,’ of Puzzlewood, a place of great magic and power.
It was into his third year as alpha, mate less, and often challenged, that a crimson-cloaked female came into the wood. She was different from the other humans, for she walked the ancient pathways known only to the pack after they drove out the Wizards centuries ago.
She smelled familiar, but Remus had purged most of his human memories. He knew she was a witch, a powerful witch, a young witch. She smelled delicious, sweet, and his pack stalked her as she walked through the maze of trees and rocks, licking their lips.
Remus wondered if she would taste as sweet as she smelled.
It had been a long time since the pack had had the sweet taste of magical human flesh, and the memory was engrained into their bestial minds. However, Remus was not about to have his pack attack the witch. His pack was dwindling in size, Wizards killing them slowly through the years. Pups were few, and many died while so young. A powerful witch could be turned, could bear a strong pup.
Logic, it was a faculty Remus had retained, and logically, a powerful mate could bring prestige to the pack, more than legend could.
He hounded her steps as she found her way through the forest again, and sent warnings to his pack to back away. Remus would have the witch for himself, and when he marked her, he would taste her sweet blood in the marking of his bitch.