Hungry Like The Wolf

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. They are Jo's.



cateye: Dora does. I HATE stories that portray her as a sap! As for Hermione she's in this chapter.



lisa: Your welcome, and some of your questions should be answered in here.



angel: Remus has his doubts but he's NOT like Sirius, I refuse to believe Remus HATES Snape as much as he seems to.



LadyErinSnape: Thanks for that! I LOVE Fenrir Greyback, he's my favourite new character, I hope he KILLS Slughorn!



The Ill Disposed Captive



Remus was sitting in the Order’s Headquarters looking at Dora, she seemed like she had recovered from her ordeal but he still wondered. It had been a week already and nothing untoward had happened. Everyone had been informed of the incident and she got sympathy from all across the board, even some of her less close colleagues had offered her consolation, a part of her enjoyed the attention but a part of her wished that she could just get on with her job.



Remus had been keeping a close and protective eye on his dear little Dora, he had come this close to entering Azkaban the day after himself; he wanted to murder Greyback for what he did to his Dora. He was now thinking naughty, beastly thoughts towards her. Their night of passion with her as Bellatrix had sated and somewhat relieved that crush, but he enjoyed the long flowing locks, and the dark dangerous glint that Dora had down to a tea. He wished she could be persuaded to do that again but the morning after she said ONCE was enough and if he wanted her dear, sweet aunty again he’d just have to go and persuade the real thing.



Remus had grinned boyishly and cheekily at the thought behind Dora’s back. He shook his head and then looked at her again, he found his eyes had been wondering down to Dora’s c sized cleavage. His eyes then travelled down to her waist and tried to crane his neck in a position so that he could see her bum.



“Remus!” McGonnagal had snapped.



“What? What did I miss?” He asked as he swivelled his head quickly.



“Stop gawping at Dora Tonks and pay attention!” She looked disapprovingly at her former pupil. She didn’t think she would have to continue being the teacher! She looked at Dora who – quite rightly so – blushed. She took a note out of her pocket and passed it on to Remus behind McGonnagal’s back.



‘Later!’ It said.



Remus grinned a wolfish grin and put the note carefully in his tattered pocket.



“Yes Professor,” he smirked, if she was going to act the teacher, he could jolly well act the student! “I’m all ears!”



‘And eyes, and hands, and man!’ He thought to himself.



“We have heard reports of some farms losing animals and being killed with their carcasses stripped of meat in a town called Cotgrave in Nottingham. Some people have reported that they have a dark figure slinking in, seeing green lights and then animals being taken, chickens mainly but there have been the odd cow or two gone astray!”



“Who’d kill animals with the – the…?” A small voice said. It was Hermione Granger, the only one of the trio allowed to join in the meetings. She was more patient than the other two for a start, and whilst Harry was supposed to be the leader Professor McGonnagal had decided that he was too young.



“I can give you two guesses, Hermione,” Remus said.



“Not Snape? He wouldn’t be that desperate surely?” she asked. She still had not quite gotten over the fact that Snape had killed Dumbledore. That broke her heart more than Dumbledore’s death considering she was beginning to really believe that he had something good about him.



“Goodness knows how desperate he is!” Remus said. He was the only one other than Hermione that could not believe the evil act that his old school mate had committed. Hermione was chewing her cheek, and then she sat back in the seat.



Moody leaned over and squeezed Hermione’s shoulder. He could understand how the girl must be feeling, he knew that she held a candle to Snape – albeit in a subdued way – the amount of times he had heard her defend the addlepated twit! He could not believe it either but; he was more or less the one who wasn’t so trusting when it came to Snape.



“We’ll have to go and investigate this. The Ministry are doing nothing as usual, just twiddling their thumbs!” McGonnagal said. “Two volunteers?”



Dora put her hand up.



“Not you!” Remus growled. “Your staying put here where people can keep a close watch on you!”



“Who’s the Auror here, Remus?” Dora asked. “And with the big bad wolf there to protect me?”



“No, Dora, I agree with Professor Lupin,” Hermione said. Remus rolled his eyes; he had tried to tell everyone that it was Remus and, if they wanted to show respect, to call him Uncle. But they never listened.



“But you’ve never been out in the field before, Hermione!” Remus exclaimed.



“And how am I to get experience if I don’t go?” Hermione retorted.



“Last time you went out for a field trip you needed ten potions to make you recover!” Professor McGonnagal reminded her.



“And who brewed those potions for me?” Hermione asked, as she turned around and looked directly into Remus eyes.

“Besides that was different! I’ll have an experienced adult and one who is brilliant at Defence against the Dark Arts.”



She looked adamantly at all the older people in the room.



“I say give the young lady a chance,” Moody grunted. “She’s right! If she doesn’t start now when will she start?”



Minerva McGonnagal looked at Hermione and her eyes softened, the trouble is they grow up so quickly, she remembered Lily being just like this. She wanted to experience life and she did… that was too soon, and poor Hermione Granger would be just the same.



“All right, but I’m warning you Remus, if she gets hurt its you that I will hold responsible! And you Moody!”



Both cowered slightly in their seats. Both knew what it was to experience Minerva McGonnagal’s wrath, and both didn’t want to again thank you very much!



Hermione looked happy, at last, no more research and theory, she was supposed to be a witch for crying out loud, not a librarian. She got up and walked out the door. She caught some quick furtive movements and a corner of a black robe skimming round the corner. She narrowed her eyes and then rolled them, those two could test the patience of a saint!



She walked up the stairs and went into her room. She picked up her new travelling robes.



“Where are you going?” Ginny asked. Hermione looked at the much prettier girl and got dressed.



“I am going out, Ginny,” she said stiffly.



“Where?”



“We think we may have found…” she tip-toed to shut the door, and even then she lowered her voice to a whisper so that if those two were listening they wouldn’t be able to hear. “We think we may have found Snape, but don’t tell Harry! It is my first field trip. Don’t worry,” she said when Ginny’s eyes widened in shock. “I’m going with Professor Lupin!”



Ginny opened and closed her mouth like a codfish. She shook her head and then she grabbed Hermione in a fierce hug.



“Be careful, you know that git hates you!”



“Well don’t worry,” Hermione said patting Ginny’s back. “I’ll be fine.”



“You better be,” she said in a tone more suited to her mother.



Hermione put her robes on, and then walked down the stairs carefully so as not to wake the old cow up.



Remus was standing at the bottom of the stairs holding Dora and then he kissed his girlfriend lovingly and Hermione stayed a few feet behind out of respect. When Remus had stopped kissing his girlfriend he turned to Hermione.



“We got the co ordinates, now lets go!”



“You’re not going anywhere without me!” A determined voice said from the shadows. Remus sighed.



“Sorry, Harry, not this time,” he said. “This one requires caution, tact and delicacy, none of those qualities you possess, we’re going to be fine!”



Hermione gave her friend a reassuring smile. Harry looked daggers at Remus, how could his father’s friend be so irresponsible, as to take Hermione out of the house. Everyone knows she weren’t good at the practical side of magic! Especially her defence skills!



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Snape had by now cooked a chicken and ate it. He was getting fed up with chicken; he was getting fed up with being on the run; he’d even welcome bed and board at Azkaban, and he’d been deliberately careless the past few days so that he WOULD be found. He didn’t care who found him first. Even Saint Potter could find him and kill him! It would end his misery.



He heard a couple of pops. The noise that two people had apparated. He made the fire roar more with magic; he wasn’t going to coward out now, not that his plan had worked. He heard a couple of voices. Both he recognised. He picked up a chicken bone and threw it out of the cave to make their job easier; he’d just have to suffer their smug expressions. He was crouched at the corner of the cave.



“So, you’ve found me then?” He asked, his voice thick with cold and sarcasm. A young woman removed her hood and stepped into the cave.



“Prof – Professor?” She said timidly. Snape rolled his eyes, he thought he recognised HER voice! Did it have to be her though? Oh well he said he wanted to be found by anyone.



“Miss Gra – Gran – atchoo!” He sneezed. He sniffed and wiped his sleeve across his nose. Her companion stepped forward and removed his hood.



“He’s sick, Hermione!” He exclaimed.



“Thank you for observing the obvious, Lubin,” Snape replied sardonically.



Hermione walked forward and reached out to touch him, Snape flinched away from her hand.



“Don’t be such a baby how can we help you if we don’t know how serious it is?”



Through the orange haze of the fire they could see Snape narrow his eyes in deep scepticism.



“You? Helb be?” He snorted. “I can barely imagine that you would want to helb be! I thought you were after by blood!”



Hermione rolled her eyes and looked at Remus who was picking his feet carefully over the discarded bones of dead animals.



“Harry is. The rest of us are after an explanation!” She replied. “But, first, you need medical care. We’re going to have to take you back to the Order first and get you better and then you can tell us your side of the story, because I’m sick of hearing Harry’s one-sided view of events.”



Snape looked at Miss Granger.



“You are more sensible than I thought you were,” he replied. He felt his nose beginning to itch and twinge with the onset of another sneeze. “All right take be! I’m tired of running. I’ve been running for bonths!”



Hermione and Remus each picked him up, and then they walked out of the cave. The moon was almost full. Snape looked up and then looked at Lupin.



“I hobe you’ve rebeberbed the botion, Lubin!” His voice showing the cold more now they were out in the open, his throat was sore and Hermione could feel through the torn ragged robes that his skin was clammy and sweaty. He was feverish, and possibly dying. Hermione would NOT let Snape die! Lupin was beginning to feel the same too.



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Harry, Ron and Ginny were sitting very precariously on the sofas in the sitting room. They were perched because they were nervous and afraid. Something bad could have happened to them by now, Snape would stop at nothing! Dora had come through the door her face solemn.



“What’s the matter?” Harry asked jumping to his feet suddenly turning pale. “She’s not dead is she?”



“No but they’ve bought him here, apparently he came willingly!”



She walked out of the door but left it open so that they could follow her. They took the hint and walked out of the room and up the stairs following Dora all the way. Hermione and Remus had come out of the door and closing it quietly.



“Stubborn old fox!” Remus muttered under his breath.



“Don’t worry, Remus,” Dora said squeezing his hand.



“Right,” Hermione said. “I’ll need an apex so that I can brew some potions.”



“You’re not curing the bastard!” Ron exclaimed savagely. “Let him suffer and die; he deserves it!”



Harry nodded his head in full agreement and even Ginny seemed to show by a glint in her eye that she was agreeing to this as well.



“And that makes us as bad as the Death Eaters!” Remus exclaimed. “We are not going to kill him because we need to hear his side of the story!”



“I saw it written clear on his face,” Harry said. “He had ‘I hate Dumbledore!’ on it as clear as crystal.” Harry made a step forward, his wand held out, a look of sheer hatred on his face. His mood was as black as the robes he wore.



“You’re not going in there!” Hermione exclaimed. “He’s feverish, ill, and he has a headache the size of a Norweigan Ridgeback.”



“GOOD!” Harry yelled. Hermione stamped on Harry’s foot and stalked off to find her cauldron and check on her ingredients. She might have to go shopping. She smiled when she heard Harry’s yelling out something completely different.



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Dora and Remus had apparated back to their cottage and she was just about to make them a nice relaxing cup of hot chocolate when he grabbed her waist.



“Forget about the hot chocolate there is only ONE way I’m going to sleep tonight!” He whispered in her ear and sucking at her lobe. She murmured in pleasure at her boyfriends touch.



“Don’t forget you’re potion,” she said.



“Snape has already reminded me,” he said. He let go off Dora and then opened the store cupboard with the potion in it. He took out a phial and drank it down. He then turned back to Dora and walked up to her.



“Uh-oh,” she said uncertainly.



“What?” He asked.



“That look,” she said. “I hate that look in your eyes it means you want to experiment again.”



“What makes you say that?” He asked dangerously. Tonks sighed.



“What do you want to do tonight my beastly boyfriend?” she asked.



He walked around her and roved his eyes up and down her cute body and then he stepped forward.



“Just you!” He exclaimed. “But could you just grow your hair long?”



She pummelled his chest in exasperation.



“Don’t do that to me!”



“Hey I did hang around with your cousin for the best part of my life!”



Dora looked up into his eyes, and then she grew her pink hair long and wavy. He picked up a silken lock and used a non-verbal severing charm with his wand. He kissed the hair and said:



“So, that a piece of you will be with me always! A non-changeable piece of you at that!”



Tonks smiled and pressed her lips against his; she shortly found his hot hands pressed against her waist and they deepened the kiss; she then put her hands under his shirt deepening the kiss. Remus found his manhood responding, not waiting another minute, they both broke the kiss, used their wands to remove each others clothing and putting her against the wall, placing her legs over his hips, he entered her and thrust several times with all his power and energy.



“Oh REMUS!” She screamed.



“DO – RA!” He grunted.



She slid down his waist and then took his hand and led him up to the bedroom naked.



A/N Yes, I know more Remus/Tonks, DON'T worry, Fenrir WILL make another appearance shortly, but he's told me to tell you to review otherwise he'll stay in hiding.