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Snake at the Door
Title: Eclipsed Moon
Chapter: 3/?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Chapter Three: Snake at the Door
Fenrir pulled away from the pup's side for the first time that week. His pack had not yet met the newest addition and until the Alpha found out why those shoulders decided to crumble, he would have to keep the pup's presence a mere rumor. It was just as well, the pack would be surprised that the "Golden Boy" of the wizarding world and essentially the Dark Lord's number one enemy was now their newest pup, the youngest member of the pack. He stretched, hearing satisfying pops and cracks with nearly every movement as his torn and battered magical-wards continued to nag at him. How annoying that Sylus' good news about his pup's fever was ruined by a venomous snake.
He had a much darker problem standing on his steps and that fact over-shadowed the steady recovery of the newest addition to his pack. He took a long breath and sighed out as he finally cracked his neck and stalked through the halls of his home. The halls were empty and he was grateful for the hour since most if not all of his pack was asleep. Even the pup was off joining them in Morpheus'(1) arms rather than the fevered haze he had broken out of.
However - for Fenrir - when you are in the service of the Dark Lord, his whim is your time. And at the current moment, the Dark Lord decided that before dawn was a fabulous time to visit. Fenrir made his way along to the main entrance, his steps silent, predatory.
The door was as equally silent as the owner of the house as he opened it to the nightmare that walked and was currently waiting on his steps. The Dark Lord's hood was down and those crimson orbs were filled with amusement even if the lipless mouth was in an imitation of a frown. He nodded his head to the monster-once-man, the only respect the Dark Lord could willingly receive from the Alpha. Long spider-leg fingers sought out Fenrir's face, cupping his cheeks as that lipless mouth finally pulled into the smirk and delight that he actually contained.
"You have him," well Fenrir wasn't exactly surprised that Voldemort knew that fact, "you changed him," the voice was a syllable hiss dripping with sick mirth. He could imagine that Voldemort would find the current situation hilarious.
Fenrir pulled his head away, the slightly scaled skin of the Dark Lord causing ire to rise within his wolf; he had been touched long enough by the serpent. However his irritation was not nearly as important as the unspoken matter at hand.
Voldemort knew that his number one enemy had been bitten, more likely than not, Voldemort also knew who had "infected" him.
He stepped aside, allowing the Dark Lord entrance into his home and closed the door behind them. His wolf tensed at a snake in his den but for the moment he calmed it with the knowledge that his pup was safely ensconced far away from said snake. An idle sniff told Fenrir that Voldemort was the only snake within his home at the moment, which was just fine with Fenrir; the King of Snakes was more than enough for him.
His steps were sure and strong as he led the Dark Lord through his den and towards the Alpha's private study. He couldn't hear so much as feel Voldemort's footsteps behind him, his steps silent whilst power lingered across the floors and walls. The chill in the air traveled with them, and he wondered if the walking snake sucked it into his body to keep himself warm. They were both silent in their long strides, each one an Alpha in their own right.
The torches were only lit every other two since it was so late at night, but the walk to his private study was a short one, not that Fenrir had any desire to be in Voldemort's presence for a long period of time. They entered and once again he closed the door behind them on the off-chance one of his pack members decided to go for an extremely early morning stroll through the house. Voldemort took a seat upon the couch furthest from the crackling idle fireplace. Fenrir moved towards the other, though he did not sit down just yet. Silence remained between them as he turned to face crimson orbs, eyes locking and not bowing down. Silence remained between them, a battle of power and whoever spoke first would lose.
Voldemort lost, always acting against his nature where Fenrir's new pup (and his enemy) was concerned. But it served his purposes well enough and the Dark Lord had come here for a reason.
"What were you thinking Fenrir, biting my biggest nuisance?"
"My reasons for it are my own, my Lord," he replied with a grin but his eyes narrowed. "I am his Alpha now, he is my pack," and Voldemort better as hell keep to his oath or he would kill the snake himself.
"My my my Fenrir," the Dark Lord chuckled as he moved to relax into the cushions of the couch. "I was not aware Alphas were so protective of the pack pups," he teased as he gave a side-long glance at the fire.
"You know well why," Fenrir's statement was simple, the truth-of-the-matter was not.
"I do," Voldemort conceded with his grin growing wider, "but it is amusing nonetheless. Will you be telling him the truth about his sire?" the snake's hiss never seemed to cease in its infinite teasing and pleasure. How annoying that Fenrir's actions were on the receiving end of it.
"When he needs to be aware of it he will know," he finally sat down, resting his arm on the couch and keeping his eyes locked with Voldemort. Mammals and reptiles never really got along, if only because the very blood within them ran far too differently. After all, dogs and cats would get along well before dogs and snakes ever did.
The Dark Lord turned to look at the ever idly burning fire before turning back to gaze at Fenrir. The Alpha did not offer the snake food or drink in an attempt to keep Voldemort's visit short. Only power permeated off of Voldemort, well, that and his infernal amusement at the situation, both pissed off Fenrir.
"He is my enemy, Fenrir," Voldemort's warning was clear enough to him.
"Was," he replied easily.
"Oh?" if the Dark Lord had eyebrows Fenrir imagined one would be raised in question.
"He is my pup now," his eyes narrowed, daring Voldemort to refute his bite-mark.
Voldemort smirked, breaking into a chuckle. Fenrir supposed he could be grateful that the snake had caught on quickly.
"Ah, still, he will not bend so easily. The boy - for all his foolishness - is strong willed," a backwards compliment but then again Fenrir's new pup had always been able to pull the oddest reactions out of the Dark Lord.
He didn't bother telling Voldemort the condition in which he had found Harry in and how the wounds on his wrists would be permanent. It wasn't any of Voldemort's business when it concerned the health of his pack, as far as Fenrir was concerned. The pup was under his protection now and Fenrir would see to his health and happiness far more than Hogwarts ever had.
Another long silence slithered between them, this one not nearly as tense since Voldemort had gotten at least some answers to his concerns, or he did as far as Fenrir cared. Finally the Dark Lord stood, Fenrir doing the same as they both headed towards the door.
"In any case, Fenrir, have some drinks next time won't you?" the snake chuckled. Fenrir frowned but nodded, annoyed that Voldemort had understood his lack of hospitality for what it was.
"Brandy or scotch?" he asked as they once more continued down the hall. In silence they walked, and Fenrir wondered if he was going to have to take several brushes and sponges to the walls to get rid of the lingering power Voldemort left there, no doubt on purpose. They reached the door and Voldemort paused, amusement in his gaze.
"Scotch, single malt," he replied as Fenrir opened the door.
And with that single "goodbye" Voldemort left, the wards parting before him once more and Fenrir scowled. If he could, he wouldn't ever let his pup meet with Voldemort again, unfortunately he couldn't, he would however, delay the inevitable.
He went to go take a late shower to relax; he would sleep and then face the day and his pup with a refreshed mind. He sniffed his arm and scowled as he smelt like the snake, he was going to have to reupholster the couch-cushions at this rate.
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1.) Morpheus, in Greek mythology is the God of Sleep and Dreams
Chapter: 3/?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Chapter Three: Snake at the Door
Fenrir pulled away from the pup's side for the first time that week. His pack had not yet met the newest addition and until the Alpha found out why those shoulders decided to crumble, he would have to keep the pup's presence a mere rumor. It was just as well, the pack would be surprised that the "Golden Boy" of the wizarding world and essentially the Dark Lord's number one enemy was now their newest pup, the youngest member of the pack. He stretched, hearing satisfying pops and cracks with nearly every movement as his torn and battered magical-wards continued to nag at him. How annoying that Sylus' good news about his pup's fever was ruined by a venomous snake.
He had a much darker problem standing on his steps and that fact over-shadowed the steady recovery of the newest addition to his pack. He took a long breath and sighed out as he finally cracked his neck and stalked through the halls of his home. The halls were empty and he was grateful for the hour since most if not all of his pack was asleep. Even the pup was off joining them in Morpheus'(1) arms rather than the fevered haze he had broken out of.
However - for Fenrir - when you are in the service of the Dark Lord, his whim is your time. And at the current moment, the Dark Lord decided that before dawn was a fabulous time to visit. Fenrir made his way along to the main entrance, his steps silent, predatory.
The door was as equally silent as the owner of the house as he opened it to the nightmare that walked and was currently waiting on his steps. The Dark Lord's hood was down and those crimson orbs were filled with amusement even if the lipless mouth was in an imitation of a frown. He nodded his head to the monster-once-man, the only respect the Dark Lord could willingly receive from the Alpha. Long spider-leg fingers sought out Fenrir's face, cupping his cheeks as that lipless mouth finally pulled into the smirk and delight that he actually contained.
"You have him," well Fenrir wasn't exactly surprised that Voldemort knew that fact, "you changed him," the voice was a syllable hiss dripping with sick mirth. He could imagine that Voldemort would find the current situation hilarious.
Fenrir pulled his head away, the slightly scaled skin of the Dark Lord causing ire to rise within his wolf; he had been touched long enough by the serpent. However his irritation was not nearly as important as the unspoken matter at hand.
Voldemort knew that his number one enemy had been bitten, more likely than not, Voldemort also knew who had "infected" him.
He stepped aside, allowing the Dark Lord entrance into his home and closed the door behind them. His wolf tensed at a snake in his den but for the moment he calmed it with the knowledge that his pup was safely ensconced far away from said snake. An idle sniff told Fenrir that Voldemort was the only snake within his home at the moment, which was just fine with Fenrir; the King of Snakes was more than enough for him.
His steps were sure and strong as he led the Dark Lord through his den and towards the Alpha's private study. He couldn't hear so much as feel Voldemort's footsteps behind him, his steps silent whilst power lingered across the floors and walls. The chill in the air traveled with them, and he wondered if the walking snake sucked it into his body to keep himself warm. They were both silent in their long strides, each one an Alpha in their own right.
The torches were only lit every other two since it was so late at night, but the walk to his private study was a short one, not that Fenrir had any desire to be in Voldemort's presence for a long period of time. They entered and once again he closed the door behind them on the off-chance one of his pack members decided to go for an extremely early morning stroll through the house. Voldemort took a seat upon the couch furthest from the crackling idle fireplace. Fenrir moved towards the other, though he did not sit down just yet. Silence remained between them as he turned to face crimson orbs, eyes locking and not bowing down. Silence remained between them, a battle of power and whoever spoke first would lose.
Voldemort lost, always acting against his nature where Fenrir's new pup (and his enemy) was concerned. But it served his purposes well enough and the Dark Lord had come here for a reason.
"What were you thinking Fenrir, biting my biggest nuisance?"
"My reasons for it are my own, my Lord," he replied with a grin but his eyes narrowed. "I am his Alpha now, he is my pack," and Voldemort better as hell keep to his oath or he would kill the snake himself.
"My my my Fenrir," the Dark Lord chuckled as he moved to relax into the cushions of the couch. "I was not aware Alphas were so protective of the pack pups," he teased as he gave a side-long glance at the fire.
"You know well why," Fenrir's statement was simple, the truth-of-the-matter was not.
"I do," Voldemort conceded with his grin growing wider, "but it is amusing nonetheless. Will you be telling him the truth about his sire?" the snake's hiss never seemed to cease in its infinite teasing and pleasure. How annoying that Fenrir's actions were on the receiving end of it.
"When he needs to be aware of it he will know," he finally sat down, resting his arm on the couch and keeping his eyes locked with Voldemort. Mammals and reptiles never really got along, if only because the very blood within them ran far too differently. After all, dogs and cats would get along well before dogs and snakes ever did.
The Dark Lord turned to look at the ever idly burning fire before turning back to gaze at Fenrir. The Alpha did not offer the snake food or drink in an attempt to keep Voldemort's visit short. Only power permeated off of Voldemort, well, that and his infernal amusement at the situation, both pissed off Fenrir.
"He is my enemy, Fenrir," Voldemort's warning was clear enough to him.
"Was," he replied easily.
"Oh?" if the Dark Lord had eyebrows Fenrir imagined one would be raised in question.
"He is my pup now," his eyes narrowed, daring Voldemort to refute his bite-mark.
Voldemort smirked, breaking into a chuckle. Fenrir supposed he could be grateful that the snake had caught on quickly.
"Ah, still, he will not bend so easily. The boy - for all his foolishness - is strong willed," a backwards compliment but then again Fenrir's new pup had always been able to pull the oddest reactions out of the Dark Lord.
He didn't bother telling Voldemort the condition in which he had found Harry in and how the wounds on his wrists would be permanent. It wasn't any of Voldemort's business when it concerned the health of his pack, as far as Fenrir was concerned. The pup was under his protection now and Fenrir would see to his health and happiness far more than Hogwarts ever had.
Another long silence slithered between them, this one not nearly as tense since Voldemort had gotten at least some answers to his concerns, or he did as far as Fenrir cared. Finally the Dark Lord stood, Fenrir doing the same as they both headed towards the door.
"In any case, Fenrir, have some drinks next time won't you?" the snake chuckled. Fenrir frowned but nodded, annoyed that Voldemort had understood his lack of hospitality for what it was.
"Brandy or scotch?" he asked as they once more continued down the hall. In silence they walked, and Fenrir wondered if he was going to have to take several brushes and sponges to the walls to get rid of the lingering power Voldemort left there, no doubt on purpose. They reached the door and Voldemort paused, amusement in his gaze.
"Scotch, single malt," he replied as Fenrir opened the door.
And with that single "goodbye" Voldemort left, the wards parting before him once more and Fenrir scowled. If he could, he wouldn't ever let his pup meet with Voldemort again, unfortunately he couldn't, he would however, delay the inevitable.
He went to go take a late shower to relax; he would sleep and then face the day and his pup with a refreshed mind. He sniffed his arm and scowled as he smelt like the snake, he was going to have to reupholster the couch-cushions at this rate.
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1.) Morpheus, in Greek mythology is the God of Sleep and Dreams