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A bad day
Title: Dragon’s den
Author: ejab
Pairing: SS/LM with a little SS/RL
Rating: story is slash and NC-17
Feedback: a true gift and highly appreciated
Disclaimer: yes, still playing with J.K. Rowling’s toys
Category: darkfic
Summary: Remus has known better days. So has Severus.
A/N: a standing ovation for my betas underlucius and silentpawz, please! All remaining mistakes are mine.
4/9
“I must say, Severus... “ Dumbledore concentrated on pouring tea for a moment, “... that it looks like you have managed to gain some weight. Or are my old eyes deceiving me?”
“Lucius has been force-feeding me,” Severus mumbled sourly.
“Too many deserts then,” Dumbledore chuckled.
“No, I * do* mean force-feeding. He has developed the irritating habit to send this house-elf to my Apothecary and the little pest will harass me until I have eaten breakfast and lunch.”
“Admirable.” The Headmaster nodded before leaning back into his seat, his demeanour serious now. Severus would have to meet up with Remus shortly and this was all the time they had to discuss everything, just once a month. Barely enough but Severus still bluntly refused to sacrifice any more of his private time on matters of The Order.
“Have you spoken to Voldemort lately?”
“No, nor do I feel the urge to.” Severus sighed. “Unfortunately, however, I am sure we will meet again shortly.”
The Headmaster’s eyes betrayed curiosity as well as a silent plea for him to continue and explain. Severus, enjoying playing with this little balance of power game, pretended ignorance and drank his tea.
Since there was hardly any news worthy of exchanging, the meeting ended quickly and soon afterwards he was walking towards Lupin’s quarters, only to find the DADA teacher sitting cross-legged on his bed holding a big bowl containing a mushy red and white substance.
“What are you devouring in such a distasteful manner?” Severus eyed the bowl suspiciously.
“Red currants with sugar,” Remus said cheerfully. “The first harvest of the season.”
“Sugar with red currants, you mean.” Severus watched with unconcealed disgust.
“I love it! Absolutely love it!” Remus took another spoonful. “Currant season is only one month a year. Dairmuid was so kind to buy me some.”
“Dairmuid... “
“Dairmuid Connolly. Remember him? The teach – “
“Yes, yes, very interesting.” Severus’ facial expression told of the opposite. “Here. Drink.”
Remus took the offered goblet and drank the potion, washing away the foul taste with yet another spoonful of red currants.
“Chess?” Remus gestured towards his chessboard.
“I wouldn’t call it chess, if I were you,” Severus snorted, taking his seat behind the board.
“Teach me then.”
“I will try but you have the attention span of an ant suffering from a hyperthyroid, Lupin,” Severus bit. “You make the first move.”
Silence fell as they started to play.
“Beaten... mmm.. “ Remus returned the pieces to their original places.
“Understatement,” Severus pointed out cockily, now making the first move.
“How’s Lucius’ chess? Can he beat you?”
“If I let him.”
“Which he undoubte – “ Remus grimaced in pain.
“What’s the matter?” Severus eyed Lupin tensely.
“My stomach burns... “ the DADA teacher moaned, clutching his stomach.
“Burns?” Severus watched Remus double up in pain when it hit him. The currants! It had to be the currants! They contained high levels of potassium and, probably more important, a very high degree of acidity. Possibly even enough to neutralise the working of the potion! Oh, Merlin!
“Oh no, oh no... “ Remus threw up over the chessboard. “I can feel... “ Whatever he was about to say got lost in a series of violent convulsions which landed him on the floor.
Severus jumped up, pulling out his wand while backing off in the direction of the door.
“No! This – GO!” the DADA teacher screamed. It was all the warning Severus needed. He ran out of Lupin’s quarters, calling “Perkamentus!” for reinforcements at the same time.
Dumbledore, Poppy and Minerva promptly appeared, their arrival was greeted by a sinister howl.
“Quickly! We must get him to the Shrieking Shack!” Without the slightest hesitation Dumbledore opened the door. Minerva and Poppy simultaneously discharged a stunning spell in the direction of the now fully transformed and charging werewolf.
“We will not be able to hold him for long, Albus,” Minerva warned with a strained voice. “He is extremely strong!”
“Severus, please assist Minerva and Poppy and I will levitate and bring him to the Shrieking Shack.” Dumbledore clearly had to use a considerable amount of magical power himself but succeeded nevertheless. The four adults moved with delicate precision and utmost concentration, almost missing the two Hufflepuffs standing at the entry of the Great Hall watching them in horror.
“Mr Redding and Mr Overshaw, please return to your dormitory immediately,” Dumbledore spoke authoritatively, sending the shocked first years away.
“What were they doing there in the first place?” Poppy snapped.
“About to make mischief, I’m sure. It’s not strictly limited to Slytherins and Gryffindors, Poppy, ” Dumbledore chuckled, steering the werewolf through the door..
“Albus!” In spite of her straining task, Minerva found time to stare at the Headmaster in disbelief. “That is not to be laughed off! Discipline is essential with so many - ”
“Concentrate on keeping the bloody werewolf stunned and discuss your favouritisms later, will you?” Severus yelled, convinced he saw one foot twitch. His panicky snarl produced one understanding and two reproachful glares but did the job just the same. Minutes later the creature was safely locked up and the spells lifted, causing the werewolf to howl, scratch and bite ferociously behind the door. Severus couldn’t help but experience a sense of deja-vu and felt his stomach turn. Dumbledore watched Severus pale and fight hyperventilation.
“Minerva and Poppy, I thank you. We could not have done this without your help,” the Headmaster spoke in earnest. “Now, if you will excuse us? I will have to ask Severus some questions about what has happened.” Dumbledore grabbed Severus by his arm.
“But Albus! We too are e – “
“Later, Minerva. Later.” Soothing but clearly not negotiable. The two women exchanged curious looks before watching Dumbledore leading a now somewhat timid Grandmaster of Potions back to the castle.
“You look like you need this. As a matter of fact, I do too.” Dumbledore sat the quiet Severus down by the fire and poured them both a generous brandy before joining him in the opposite chair. Silence filled the air for a long time before Severus moved and gulped the content of his glass down in one go. The glass was instantly refilled. He stared at it.
“What happened, Severus?”
“What? Oh... “ Severus cleared his throat. “He – the red currants. Lupin had eaten a large quantity of red currants just before taking the potion. My guess is that their acidity neutralised the working of the potion. I will have to do research to be sure, but ... “
“I see... “ Dumbledore took a sip and sighed.
“That’s it? ‘I see’? He could have infected me! He transformed much faster than he normally did!”
“Believe me if I say that I understand your fears, Severus. I really do.” Dumbledore emptied his own glass, looking worried and tired.
“I will look into the interaction between nutrition and the potion. Painstakingly.” Severus rose, unwilling to stay any longer than necessary.
“Thank you, Severus. Thank you for not giving up on the potion. On behalf of Remus and all his companions in distress.” The Headmaster escorted him to the door.
Severus turned, not even trying to hide his scorn. “I couldn’t care less about that lot. It’s my Grandmastership that is at stake and *that* I do care about.”
With that, he stiffly said his goodbye and Apparated home. To find his husband curled up under a blanket on the sofa in the living room, reading a book.
“Lucius? What are you doing down here? It’s past one in the morning!” The unexpected sight made Severus forget the shocking events of the evening for a moment.
“Sev!” Lucius jumped, throwing his book to the floor. “You’re back already? What happened? Are you all right?”
Knowing that any lie would swiftly be detected, Severus told the truth. Lucius listened with increasing anger. His clenched jaws, squinted eyes and flushed cheeks only confirmed his heatened emotional state.
“That’s it! You are not going there anymore!” Lucius snapped after Severus had finished his story.
“Yes, I will. I will *not* lose my title over this.”
“You almost got killed, you stupid idiot!” Lucius roared. “You can – “
“I *will* continue, Lucius. I will defend my title. To the extreme, if I have to.” Seeing his husband this upset calmed Severus down considerably. He sat down.
“Even if it gets you killed?”
“This will not happen again.”
“You don’t know that! You can’t guarantee anything!” Lucius screamed.
“Nothing in life is guaranteed,” Severus countered.
That was obviously the wrong thing to say. Lucius now looked like he was about to explode.
“NO NO NO! I WILL NOT LET YOU ! I WILL NOT – “
“Sshhh, it’s all right.” Acting on the spur of the moment, Severus moved towards his better half, embracing him forcefully. “I am all right, love. Nothing happened. Look at me... “ He cupped Lucius’ red face between his hands and made him look. “See? I am all right. I am here. With you. Feel me.” He guided Lucius’ hands towards his own face and made him stroke his cheeks.
A silent battle of wills followed before Lucius gave in. Reluctantly.
“Damn you, you – you stupid, stubborn – “ he whispered, briefly closing his eyes and regaining his composure . “You need a werewolf to practice on. One that is always at your disposal.”
“Now there’s an idea,” Severus chuckled, relieved to see his lover calming down.
“I will get you one. Or perhaps even more.” Lucius entangled himself from the embrace and leaned back thoughtfully.
“Really now? On sale, are they?”
“Don’t mock me, Sev. We know Fenrir Greyback, remember?”
“How could I forget... “ Fenrir was someone Severus would gladly erase from his memory. The Dark Lord scared him beyond words; Greyback came a close second. The way that ‘man’ exploited his infected state was beyond his comprehension. Worse, it revolted him. To purposefully go after the youngest of children was depravity of the worst kind and something he, Severus, would never be able to understand, let alone approve of.
“I will contact him tomorrow; he will be hunting now.”
“Yes, we wouldn’t want to disturb him slashing delicate young throats, now would we?”
Lucius frowned. “What is the matter, Sev? I thought you were willing to go to the extreme to hold on to your title.”
“He may be useful but that doesn’t mean I have to *like* him,” Severus evaded.
“True.” Lucius nodded. Then grinned. “You are getting soft, aren’t you?”
“No, it’s just th – “
“Yes, you are!” Lucius laughed. “Oh my, we can’t have that, Sev. You know what? Give me a couple of days and we will take care of that. I give you my word. Now, how about some sleep?”
“Which reminds me... what were you doing on the sofa?” Severus pushed the ominous promise to the back of his mind, refusing to give it another thought. Denial at its best.
“I never sleep during those monthly, er, excursions of yours,” Lucius shrugged.
“But why the sofa? What’s wrong with our bed?”
“Exactly. *Our* bed.” Lucius led the way upstairs.
“Eh... ?” Severus didn’t get it.
“See? Even you are not always *that* intelligent.” A smug look backwards and Lucius was on top of the stairs, pulling a still puzzled looking Severus into the bedroom with him.
Author: ejab
Pairing: SS/LM with a little SS/RL
Rating: story is slash and NC-17
Feedback: a true gift and highly appreciated
Disclaimer: yes, still playing with J.K. Rowling’s toys
Category: darkfic
Summary: Remus has known better days. So has Severus.
A/N: a standing ovation for my betas underlucius and silentpawz, please! All remaining mistakes are mine.
4/9
“I must say, Severus... “ Dumbledore concentrated on pouring tea for a moment, “... that it looks like you have managed to gain some weight. Or are my old eyes deceiving me?”
“Lucius has been force-feeding me,” Severus mumbled sourly.
“Too many deserts then,” Dumbledore chuckled.
“No, I * do* mean force-feeding. He has developed the irritating habit to send this house-elf to my Apothecary and the little pest will harass me until I have eaten breakfast and lunch.”
“Admirable.” The Headmaster nodded before leaning back into his seat, his demeanour serious now. Severus would have to meet up with Remus shortly and this was all the time they had to discuss everything, just once a month. Barely enough but Severus still bluntly refused to sacrifice any more of his private time on matters of The Order.
“Have you spoken to Voldemort lately?”
“No, nor do I feel the urge to.” Severus sighed. “Unfortunately, however, I am sure we will meet again shortly.”
The Headmaster’s eyes betrayed curiosity as well as a silent plea for him to continue and explain. Severus, enjoying playing with this little balance of power game, pretended ignorance and drank his tea.
Since there was hardly any news worthy of exchanging, the meeting ended quickly and soon afterwards he was walking towards Lupin’s quarters, only to find the DADA teacher sitting cross-legged on his bed holding a big bowl containing a mushy red and white substance.
“What are you devouring in such a distasteful manner?” Severus eyed the bowl suspiciously.
“Red currants with sugar,” Remus said cheerfully. “The first harvest of the season.”
“Sugar with red currants, you mean.” Severus watched with unconcealed disgust.
“I love it! Absolutely love it!” Remus took another spoonful. “Currant season is only one month a year. Dairmuid was so kind to buy me some.”
“Dairmuid... “
“Dairmuid Connolly. Remember him? The teach – “
“Yes, yes, very interesting.” Severus’ facial expression told of the opposite. “Here. Drink.”
Remus took the offered goblet and drank the potion, washing away the foul taste with yet another spoonful of red currants.
“Chess?” Remus gestured towards his chessboard.
“I wouldn’t call it chess, if I were you,” Severus snorted, taking his seat behind the board.
“Teach me then.”
“I will try but you have the attention span of an ant suffering from a hyperthyroid, Lupin,” Severus bit. “You make the first move.”
Silence fell as they started to play.
“Beaten... mmm.. “ Remus returned the pieces to their original places.
“Understatement,” Severus pointed out cockily, now making the first move.
“How’s Lucius’ chess? Can he beat you?”
“If I let him.”
“Which he undoubte – “ Remus grimaced in pain.
“What’s the matter?” Severus eyed Lupin tensely.
“My stomach burns... “ the DADA teacher moaned, clutching his stomach.
“Burns?” Severus watched Remus double up in pain when it hit him. The currants! It had to be the currants! They contained high levels of potassium and, probably more important, a very high degree of acidity. Possibly even enough to neutralise the working of the potion! Oh, Merlin!
“Oh no, oh no... “ Remus threw up over the chessboard. “I can feel... “ Whatever he was about to say got lost in a series of violent convulsions which landed him on the floor.
Severus jumped up, pulling out his wand while backing off in the direction of the door.
“No! This – GO!” the DADA teacher screamed. It was all the warning Severus needed. He ran out of Lupin’s quarters, calling “Perkamentus!” for reinforcements at the same time.
Dumbledore, Poppy and Minerva promptly appeared, their arrival was greeted by a sinister howl.
“Quickly! We must get him to the Shrieking Shack!” Without the slightest hesitation Dumbledore opened the door. Minerva and Poppy simultaneously discharged a stunning spell in the direction of the now fully transformed and charging werewolf.
“We will not be able to hold him for long, Albus,” Minerva warned with a strained voice. “He is extremely strong!”
“Severus, please assist Minerva and Poppy and I will levitate and bring him to the Shrieking Shack.” Dumbledore clearly had to use a considerable amount of magical power himself but succeeded nevertheless. The four adults moved with delicate precision and utmost concentration, almost missing the two Hufflepuffs standing at the entry of the Great Hall watching them in horror.
“Mr Redding and Mr Overshaw, please return to your dormitory immediately,” Dumbledore spoke authoritatively, sending the shocked first years away.
“What were they doing there in the first place?” Poppy snapped.
“About to make mischief, I’m sure. It’s not strictly limited to Slytherins and Gryffindors, Poppy, ” Dumbledore chuckled, steering the werewolf through the door..
“Albus!” In spite of her straining task, Minerva found time to stare at the Headmaster in disbelief. “That is not to be laughed off! Discipline is essential with so many - ”
“Concentrate on keeping the bloody werewolf stunned and discuss your favouritisms later, will you?” Severus yelled, convinced he saw one foot twitch. His panicky snarl produced one understanding and two reproachful glares but did the job just the same. Minutes later the creature was safely locked up and the spells lifted, causing the werewolf to howl, scratch and bite ferociously behind the door. Severus couldn’t help but experience a sense of deja-vu and felt his stomach turn. Dumbledore watched Severus pale and fight hyperventilation.
“Minerva and Poppy, I thank you. We could not have done this without your help,” the Headmaster spoke in earnest. “Now, if you will excuse us? I will have to ask Severus some questions about what has happened.” Dumbledore grabbed Severus by his arm.
“But Albus! We too are e – “
“Later, Minerva. Later.” Soothing but clearly not negotiable. The two women exchanged curious looks before watching Dumbledore leading a now somewhat timid Grandmaster of Potions back to the castle.
“You look like you need this. As a matter of fact, I do too.” Dumbledore sat the quiet Severus down by the fire and poured them both a generous brandy before joining him in the opposite chair. Silence filled the air for a long time before Severus moved and gulped the content of his glass down in one go. The glass was instantly refilled. He stared at it.
“What happened, Severus?”
“What? Oh... “ Severus cleared his throat. “He – the red currants. Lupin had eaten a large quantity of red currants just before taking the potion. My guess is that their acidity neutralised the working of the potion. I will have to do research to be sure, but ... “
“I see... “ Dumbledore took a sip and sighed.
“That’s it? ‘I see’? He could have infected me! He transformed much faster than he normally did!”
“Believe me if I say that I understand your fears, Severus. I really do.” Dumbledore emptied his own glass, looking worried and tired.
“I will look into the interaction between nutrition and the potion. Painstakingly.” Severus rose, unwilling to stay any longer than necessary.
“Thank you, Severus. Thank you for not giving up on the potion. On behalf of Remus and all his companions in distress.” The Headmaster escorted him to the door.
Severus turned, not even trying to hide his scorn. “I couldn’t care less about that lot. It’s my Grandmastership that is at stake and *that* I do care about.”
With that, he stiffly said his goodbye and Apparated home. To find his husband curled up under a blanket on the sofa in the living room, reading a book.
“Lucius? What are you doing down here? It’s past one in the morning!” The unexpected sight made Severus forget the shocking events of the evening for a moment.
“Sev!” Lucius jumped, throwing his book to the floor. “You’re back already? What happened? Are you all right?”
Knowing that any lie would swiftly be detected, Severus told the truth. Lucius listened with increasing anger. His clenched jaws, squinted eyes and flushed cheeks only confirmed his heatened emotional state.
“That’s it! You are not going there anymore!” Lucius snapped after Severus had finished his story.
“Yes, I will. I will *not* lose my title over this.”
“You almost got killed, you stupid idiot!” Lucius roared. “You can – “
“I *will* continue, Lucius. I will defend my title. To the extreme, if I have to.” Seeing his husband this upset calmed Severus down considerably. He sat down.
“Even if it gets you killed?”
“This will not happen again.”
“You don’t know that! You can’t guarantee anything!” Lucius screamed.
“Nothing in life is guaranteed,” Severus countered.
That was obviously the wrong thing to say. Lucius now looked like he was about to explode.
“NO NO NO! I WILL NOT LET YOU ! I WILL NOT – “
“Sshhh, it’s all right.” Acting on the spur of the moment, Severus moved towards his better half, embracing him forcefully. “I am all right, love. Nothing happened. Look at me... “ He cupped Lucius’ red face between his hands and made him look. “See? I am all right. I am here. With you. Feel me.” He guided Lucius’ hands towards his own face and made him stroke his cheeks.
A silent battle of wills followed before Lucius gave in. Reluctantly.
“Damn you, you – you stupid, stubborn – “ he whispered, briefly closing his eyes and regaining his composure . “You need a werewolf to practice on. One that is always at your disposal.”
“Now there’s an idea,” Severus chuckled, relieved to see his lover calming down.
“I will get you one. Or perhaps even more.” Lucius entangled himself from the embrace and leaned back thoughtfully.
“Really now? On sale, are they?”
“Don’t mock me, Sev. We know Fenrir Greyback, remember?”
“How could I forget... “ Fenrir was someone Severus would gladly erase from his memory. The Dark Lord scared him beyond words; Greyback came a close second. The way that ‘man’ exploited his infected state was beyond his comprehension. Worse, it revolted him. To purposefully go after the youngest of children was depravity of the worst kind and something he, Severus, would never be able to understand, let alone approve of.
“I will contact him tomorrow; he will be hunting now.”
“Yes, we wouldn’t want to disturb him slashing delicate young throats, now would we?”
Lucius frowned. “What is the matter, Sev? I thought you were willing to go to the extreme to hold on to your title.”
“He may be useful but that doesn’t mean I have to *like* him,” Severus evaded.
“True.” Lucius nodded. Then grinned. “You are getting soft, aren’t you?”
“No, it’s just th – “
“Yes, you are!” Lucius laughed. “Oh my, we can’t have that, Sev. You know what? Give me a couple of days and we will take care of that. I give you my word. Now, how about some sleep?”
“Which reminds me... what were you doing on the sofa?” Severus pushed the ominous promise to the back of his mind, refusing to give it another thought. Denial at its best.
“I never sleep during those monthly, er, excursions of yours,” Lucius shrugged.
“But why the sofa? What’s wrong with our bed?”
“Exactly. *Our* bed.” Lucius led the way upstairs.
“Eh... ?” Severus didn’t get it.
“See? Even you are not always *that* intelligent.” A smug look backwards and Lucius was on top of the stairs, pulling a still puzzled looking Severus into the bedroom with him.