My Life For You

A/N A few people asked questions in their review, mostly just two questions. What does HPB stand for, well that will be answered later in the story, but I will say this, it has nothing to do with Half-Blood Prince, the name and the person.

Second was people wanting to know what Catalan was, Catalan, is my first language, it’s a very confusing language, it’s a mix, of Spanish, Latin, Italian, and even French. Catalan is not actually a country, it’s an area of Spain and France, that has just become Catalan.

I hope this answers your questions, and I really hope you like the chapter. Sadsally, oh and like always REVIEW, it makes me love you.



CH Sheep in Wolves Clothing

Every inch of Severus’ body stung as he sat up, while Severus slept the sun had gone down, Severus groped for his wand, cold fear set in when all his efforts turned up empty. Severus could hear movement and breathing in the dark, right away Severus stopped all movement in his body.

The wolf pack had come home.

Severus stayed frozen for five minutes, until his beaten, neglected body couldn’t take it anymore, Severus’ arms spasmed and he hit the ground chin first again, Severus slowly and as silently continued his search for his wand. After a minute of searching through out his robes, he felt the smooth, cool wood he had come to rely on so much.

Severus gathered his nerve, his body tensing and preparing to fight off the wolves if they attacked, “Lumos”, an area of 6 to 7 feet, lit up. Severus could just make out the several large outlines, and random luminous eyes staring at him.


Severus knew he should have felt more immediate fear from these beasts, why they hadn’t ripped him apart while he was unconscious or at least right upon his waking, was a mystery to Severus. Slowly Severus rose to his feet, flinching at every loud snap and crack of his stiff joints, but to Severus’ amazement the wolves stayed exactly where they were, some of the eyes even closed.

Severus took a small step in the direction of the cave opening, he knew better then to try and escape, but Severus reasoned to himself that there would be less or even no wolves right near the entrance. With each minute step Severus took, he kept his eyes trained on the slumbering wolves, and kept count of the number of eyes watching him.

Severus sat down, his back to the wall, and in as much of a corner as his position would allow. All of the wolves save one, had all gone back to sleep. The lone wolf was only ten or so paces away, but its stare was so intense Severus felt like he was being sized up.

Roughly twenty minutes passed and Severus could still feel the heavy stare of the wolf, on him. Severus’ body had slumped back into exhaustion, and seeing as the wolves were not attacking, Severus decided that if he were to be able to do anything productive the next day, he would have to sleep. Wrapping his robes tight against him, Severus closed his eyes, and slept.


The next morning found Severus in slightly better condition, the wolf pack had left, Severus was sure they would be back. For the moment Severus took this as good fortune and took the opportunity to look around, and hopefully find some kind of food. The first thing Severus did was see if he would be able to cast more advanced spells, like transfiguring something. Severus pointed his wand at a nice sized stone and transfigured it into a soup pot. Satisfied with his work Severus went in search for water, and possibly something to add to the pot.

With soup pot in hand Severus walked to the back of the cave, Severus would pick up bones that looked like they were fresh enough to cook. Severus rationed that even if he couldn’t find any real food, that he would be able to create some kind of broth from the bones, which still had marrow, and the odd bit of meat.

Severus closed his eyes and strained his hearing; he could hear the familiar trickle of water. Severus followed the sound until he came across a small puddle and a small drip of water, Severus quickly put the soup pot under the drip, and went back to survey the cave.

Now that the sun was high, and the cave was completely illuminated, Severus could see that the cave was actually the beginning of a series of tunnels. Severus had no fantasies that the Dark Lord had neglected the possibility that one of these tunnels could lead to and opening, but Severus tried anyway. Choosing a random tunnel, Severus advanced slowly against the stone wall; he tuned his body to sense the ward barrier, so that he wouldn’t be thrown back again.

Severus managed about 50 meters in when a buzz ran through his fingers, Severus quickly stepped back. He had been right, a ward was up, Severus wasn’t going to waste his already low energy and try the other tunnels. Severus went back to his soup pot, and found it pleasantly full; he knelt down and took a drink of the cold clean water.

Severus went back to the little area, he had slept against. And put the pot of water and bones down, Severus cast a fire under the pot, sat down and waited. It wasn’t long before the water was boiling and a broth was made. Severus transfigured another rock, this one a cup, he dipped the cup into the broth and set it down to cool, and Severus let the broth continue to boil, hoping that the longer it boiled the stronger the flavor.

Severus took a sip, the flavor was bland but other then that bearable, Severus drank deep, relishing the hot liquid as it settled in his overly empty stomach. Severus put his empty cup down, and stood up. Severus realized for the first time that the Horcrux, he had been sent there to protect was no where in sight.


Severus could have slapped himself, “why would the Dark Lord actually entrust a Horcrux to you Severus? You’re just meant to rot, more so you’re a trap, for Potter.” Severus closed his eyes and took a breath; it only now occurred to him that he had been speaking aloud. * Or you’re bait Severus; the Dark Lord could easily leak information, that both a Horcrux and I are in this cave. Potter won’t be able to resist*.

Severus opened his eyes and almost screamed, sitting not six paces from him, was a wolf, and possibly the largest wolf he had ever seen. Its teeth were bared, and Severus could plainly hear it snarl at him. Severus moved slowly for his wand, the wolf’s wild amber green eyes followed his hand.

When Severus palmed his wand, the wolf was on its feet, this time it growled in a very threatening way. Severus was astounded that the wolf had not attacked him yet. Severus had an idea, a very Gryffindor idea. He put his wand back down and waited for the wolf’s reaction.


To Severus’ amazement and great pleasure, the wolf sat back down, it didn’t stop snarling, but it was not getting ready to pounce on Severus either. Severus knew that higher level animals, like wolves, were intelligent to a point, hence the reason why they had been domesticated all those thousands of years ago. Severus’ mind flashed to the night before, the wolves had watched him; they hadn’t advanced upon him in any way. Only that last wolf had actually studied him. With out any evidence to prove him right, Severus was certain this current wolf in front of him was the same wolf from the prior night.

The wolf in question, continued to study every move, every breath Severus made. Severus had another idea, Severus slowly picked up his wand again, and the wolf greeted this same as before. “I’m not going to hurt you” Severus told the wolf, mentally slapping him self, for saying such a foolish thing. But to his surprise the wolf seemed to relax, if only by a fraction.

Severus reminded himself about wolves not being stupid, while he quickly transfigured a rock into a bowl. If the wolf had been surprised by this action it didn’t show it. Severus picked his cup up and began to fill the bowl, Severus was pleased to see, that the broth had become darker and thicker. Once the bowl was full, as well as his cup, Severus pushed the bowl slowly forward, and withdrew his hand just as slowly.

Severus took his cup to his mouth and took a slow sip, the liquid was still very hot, but manageable. The wolf watched him drink, and slowly as if realizing the liquid was not poisonous, started to lap at the broth. Severus smiled, he didn’t want to have to hurt such a beautiful animal, with its green amber eyes, salt and pepper coat, large deadly mouth, and intelligent brain.

Severus had loved wolves as a child, had loved wolves up until the night Sirius Black had told him to meet Lupin in the Shrieking Shack. Severus hadn’t realized before, that for that reason, he had never looked at wolves in the same way, he only saw the death and pain they could bring a person who crossed there path.

But now, watching this wolf drink the broth, Severus had offered it, filled him with that warmth he had felt for the creatures as a child. * Perhaps this wont be so bad, as long as the other wolves don’t try and kill me* Severus looked at the wolf, he could just sense that this wolf was a leader, most likely the alpha male, some where its alpha female was hunting.

One of the main reasons why Severus had loved wolves so much was that they mated for life, or at least to a point. Severus knew wolves didn’t stay together because of love, but because their mate was the strongest and healthiest. But it was still nice, to know animals as mysterious and cunning as wolves could master a marriage most human couples couldn’t.


The wolf had finished its broth and walked away to the small drip of water. Severus looked in his pot and frowned, more then half of the broth was gone. Severus didn’t worry too much about it, in the morning, he could collect the new scraps the wolves left, and there was plenty of water. * I would gladly share a bowl of soup with that wolf, if it stops him from ripping my throat out*.

The wolf came back, and lay down with its head on its paws, seemingly happy to just watch Severus, Severus just as content to watch the wolf, which already he had started to call ‘his’ wolf in his mind.

Severus looked over at the trickle of water, and realized it would be foolish to get up and down, wasting energy to keep getting water; Severus transfigured yet another stone into a pot. Severus got to his feet slowly, so not to seem intimidating to ‘his’ wolf. Severus was yet again satisfied to see that the wolf only watched him; Severus walked over and sat the pot down under the drip.

Weighing his options, and finding his bladder full, Severus walked down one of the tunnels he hadn’t been down. Going slowly like before, Severus went far enough so as not to overly offend the wolves he shared the cave with, and relived himself. Severus turned, and quickly turned back, he had seen a flash of gold out of the corner of his eye. Severus lit his wand to better see, he gasped when he realized what he was looking at. In a crack in the stone wall, was Helga Hufflepuff’s cup.


Without thinking Severus reached out to grab the cup, all warning dead in his mind, not once thinking of Albus’ black dead, and withered hand. His fingers could feel the coolness coming off the metal; he was that close to touching the cup, when the sound of wolves barking snapped him out of his stupor.


Severus paled, and staggered away from the cup, Severus shook his head, while berating him self * I’m not going down there again, if I have to die in this cave, it wont be from touching that cup* When Severus reentered to the main opening of the cave he found that now not only was it him, and ‘ his’ wolf. Four other wolves were in the middle of the cave, lunching on what looked to be deer.


Severus treated these wolves like he had treated ‘his’ wolf, he walked slowly over to his water pot, his wand hidden in his palm, and lifted it, walking just as slowly back to his area, noting that the wolves feasting didn’t even seem to notice him. He found it odd that ‘his’ wolf wasn’t eating with them, but then remembered that ‘his’ wolf had just had a very large bowl of broth, and liquid always filled a stomach better than solids.

Severus increased his pace to that of a normal walk, and sat his water pot down next to his soup pot. Peeking into the pot as he sat down, he was pleased to see the broth had thickened. Extinguishing the flame, Severus dipped his cup back into the liquid, and put it aside to cool.

Severus watched the wolves eat, hoping they left enough scraps for him to make another broth, possibly have a chunk of meat to eat. Severus inspected each wolf as he drank his broth, each wolf, looked very well fed, which meant the hunting in the area was good enough for this small pack to flourish. This gave Severus hope that he wouldn’t starve. ‘His’ wolf looked to be sleeping, and other wolves came and went, all of them ignoring Severus.


The sun had started to go down, while Severus went about looking for a stone or something large enough to turn into a mattress, after a fruitless search, Severus started to transfigure a series of rocks into pillows. Once finished with that, Severus lined them up to form a sort of mattress, satisfied that he would be moderately comfortable, and that with all the wolves’ body heat and his own robes he wouldn’t freeze.

Severus counted the wolves as they came in to sleep, nine wolves total, three males counting ‘his’ wolf, looked like they could be alphas, two females, and all the rest were cubs of unknown sex. The females would keep the little ones from coming close to Severus. The closest they could get was in line with ‘his’ wolf. Severus would watch fondly as one of the cubs would try to overtake ‘his’ wolf, and his wolf would give a friendly growl or bite, sending them back to the females.


Twenty minutes after the sun went down, was when ‘his’ wolf seemed to wake up, Severus lit his wand, secretly loving how the light reflected off of the beast’s eyes. Severus watched the wolf trot over to his pack, seeming to check to make sure they were alright, and then made a tangent for the cave opening, and ran into the night.

Severus half expected the wolves to turn on him now that their leader was out, but they didn’t, they continued to sleep. Severus also felt he could sleep, his stomach full, and body warm, Severus lay down on his pillow mattress wrapping his robes around him and was lulled to sleep by the steady breathing of the wolves.


For a week Severus spent each day much the same, when he woke up every morning, the wolves would be gone. Severus would collect the bones and scraps, not once a chunk of meat, Severus would fill his soup pot, while he relieved himself. Would come back and set his pot to boil, scavenge for anything he could use to transfigure into something that could use to make his stay more pleasant, take a nap. Wake up to ‘his’ wolf, talk to him for an hour or more, get up and explore one of the tunnels, have lunch, talk to ‘his’ wolf some more. Have dinner, collect water, talk to ‘his’ wolf some more, and gradually try to pet him. Nearly get his hand bit off, go to bed.


It’s only natural to wonder what Severus was saying to ‘his’ wolf; Severus said to the wolf, the same thing any man sentenced to death, would say in his position. How he got there, but not just “well my evil sadist master sent me here as bait”, but more from the beginning.

Like when Severus was seven, he was chasing his dog; called Bones, and tripped and broke his nose, for the first time. But because he was with his father, the nose couldn’t be set properly, hence why his nose was crooked.

Or this great bit of gossip, that Severus would always disagree with all the people who said Harry Potter’s eyes looked just like his mothers Lily’s. When Severus was certain Potters eyes were the exact shade of the killing curse, and that when ever he looked at the boy in the eyes, he always felt a strange type of fear, mixed with great hidden power.

He told the wolf, that in his opinion, Harry Potter had frightened Albus Dumbledore, after Potter had destroyed the Headmasters office, something that students were not supposed to be able to do; because all the classrooms, the headmasters office included had special charms to prevent such a thing. Albus had put the memory in his pensive, and had allowed Severus to watch, Severus told his wolf, that only twice had he seen fear in the Headmaster’s eyes: when the Headmaster had come back his hand black, fearing he would die before Harry was ready, and when Potter had went into such a grief stricken rage and destroyed all of Albus trinkets and gadgets, something Severus had never been able to do, even after trying a few times.

And before Severus went to sleep on the seventh day in the cave, he told ‘his’ wolf, about having to kill Albus Dumbledore on top of the astronomy tower, surrounded by Death Eaters, and no friends. And that he had been more than surprised when Potter had came after him and Draco so quickly. Severus told his wolf, that he had a horrible feeling Potter had seen it all, seen him murder, his only real friend, for the good of the light. Because after all Albus was dying, and not to let such an opportunity go to waste, had Severus kill him.

The whole time the wolf would have its head on its paws and would just listen, only on the seventh night when Severus broke into long held back hysterical tears, did the wolf get up. But only to cock its head to the side, seeming to try and figure out what its new friend was doing, with salt water coming from his eyes. The wolf only left to do what ever he did at night, after Severus had sobbed himself to sleep.


Severus woke up late the next morning, feeling worse and better at the same time. Severus felt relived to be able to tell someone, even a wolf about all the things on his mind, Severus’ soul felt lighter, his days brighter, except Severus was about to realize things were going to get bad, and quickly.

The first thing Severus noticed was that the sky was black, with snow clouds, and the temperature had fallen drastically, Severus could see his breath, as he went around collecting the left over bones. Which for the first time weren’t even enough to create a thin broth. Severus could only hope that the next day would be better.

Come night snow had started to fall, and the wolves didn’t bring back anything Severus could scavenge. This worried Severus greatly, with the snow, and the worry of no more bones to make broth, Severus’ sleep was troubled and brief.


The cold set into Severus’ bones, and not even the magical fire, and warming charms could shake the freezing temperature. For the first time since Severus had been cast off to the cave, Severus saw his wolf come back during the night, ‘his’ wolf looked more exhausted then Severus felt.

‘His’ wolf only gave him a glance before plopping down and going to sleep, not even shaking the snow out of his fur. Severus felt this was his one and only chance to be able to feel that wonderful fur. Severus momentarily forgot about the dreadful cold, as he inched closer to ‘his’ wolf, a nervous, giddy excitement, sending a hot shiver down his spine. Severus reached out and made a soft pass at ‘his’ wolf’s back; the fur was soft, and rough, cold and warm. Severus pet ‘his’ wolf again, this time from ears to tail. Severus gently picked up one of ‘his’ wolf’s front paws, the claws were razor sharp, just as Severus had expected.

Severus went back to his bed, feeling warm and happy; he found it easy to sleep the rest of the night

When Severus woke, he knew right away that it was going to be a bad day, the snow had started to invade the cave, Severus moved all his meager belongings further into the cave, he wondered if his wolf would follow him to this new location.

And there were absolutely zero scraps, to pick through, Severus was quick to fill up both pots with water, before the little trickle of water froze. Severus drank deep from the cold puddle of water, and instantly regretted it; he felt his core temperature lower, his gut filled with ice water, Severus started to shiver.

Quickly moving to his pillow bed, Severus put one of the pots of water on the fire to heat it, “hot water, is better than nothing”. Severus now spoke aloud just to hear a voice.

Severus knew he had to reserve his strength, for that reason he didn’t transfigure anymore rocks, into a quilt, or something else to warm him. He only used enough to keep the fire going, and his warming charms on, and even those drained him.

Whenever Severus felt hungry, he would drink the hot water, but that only gave him brief relief from the cold, and his empty stomach. It also caused him to have to relive himself more often, further exhausting himself, and losing the little cocoon of warmth he had created.

When ‘his’ wolf came in to sleep, the smile on Severus face was bittersweet, when the wolf plopped down in Severus’ new location; Severus thought ‘his’ wolf was closer to him. Severus closed his eyes and tried to think warm thoughts, but the only warmth Severus had felt, worth noting in the last several years, was ‘his’ wolfs fur.

Severus kept his eyes shut, and lay down, curling up into a ball, Severus made a decision, “I would rather Potter kill me and be warm with a blanket, than freeze to death”. Severus pointed his wand at the largest rock he could see, and made him self a moderately thick blanket. Severus was quick in adding warming charms, and wrapping him self in to the blanket.

Severus felt his head swim, and his vision became momentarily blurry, Severus was using up the last amount of his magic, and his energy was already spent. Severus collapsed into an exhausted sleep, and only in the back of his mind did he realize that his blanket wouldn’t make a difference come nightfall.

Severus felt like he wanted to sob again, but fought against it, he was afraid the tears would freeze on his face, all the wolves, save for ‘his’ wolf were huddled together, the freezing temperatures didn’t seem to bother ‘his’ wolf, and Severus was happy that at least on of them was warm.


For the next two days and nights Severus fell in and out of exhausted sleep, his body rapidly deteriorating. When he was aware, Severus saw that the wolves had brought another deer into the cave he would try and reach it, but he would be sucked back into sleep, before he could even manage.

At times Severus would curse Harry Potter’s name, just wanting the Gryffindor prince, to come and finish it. And then almost nothing could wake Severus, only the occasional bark from one of the wolves would make him wake, he would watch for a few seconds, of one of the cubs playing with its mother, then fall back asleep.

The whole time Severus’ sleep, was full of dreams, so when Severus started to smell roasted chicken Severus just assumed he was dreaming, that was until, excited barking woke him up.


Severus didn’t completely understand what he was seeing; the cave was empty save for himself, ‘his’ wolf, and what looked like a large wicker basket. Severus looked closer, and realized ‘his’ wolf’s head was stuck in the basket. When the wolf took its head out, it had a plastic container with what looked like chicken salad in it.

Severus just stared, and slowly his thoughts formed, * my wolf brought me a picnic basket, he knew I was dying and he brought me real food*; had Severus been a little more rational, he would have known, that ‘his’ wolf had merely stolen the picnic basket from some poor sap, down in the warmer regains of what ever mountains Severus was currently in. He would have also realized that the wolf had only intended to eat the food by itself.

The wolf got the container open and ate some, then looked up at Severus and barked at him, Severus pulled the basket to him, never thinking that ‘his’ wolf would snap at him. Severus opened the wicker flaps and could not believe his eyes. Inside the basket was a feast, corn bread, rolls, a thermos of tomato soup, baked beans, and mushy peas, a whole roasted chicken, and even meat pies. To top it all off, there were cream filled pastries, and sugar filled muggle soda pop.


Severus was about to dig into the chicken, when he got a hold on him self, if Severus was to just gorge on solid meat, after only having liquid for the past two weeks, and then nothing at all, he would surely be sick, and the food would be wasted.

Severus took out the very full thermos of soup and pored it into one of his empty pots and quickly set it to heat up, while his soup heated, Severus popped the tab on one of the cans of lemon Fanta, and took a small sip, the drink made Severus head swim, but he could feel the impact of the sugar immediately in his body.

Severus looked back into the basket and found a soup bowl, and spoon, Severus only took the bowl, Severus filled his bowl, and lifted it to his lips, the steam from the soup hit Severus face, and the aroma invaded his very large nose, he had never smelt anything so good, Severus took a large gulp of soup, and let the feeling of it travel down his throat.

He waited to see if he would be sick, his empty stomach only spasm once, and then settled. Severus took another gulp, and another, until all the soup was gone. Severus was still ravenous; he felt it was safe to move on to more solid food. ‘His’ wolf had long finished his chicken salad, and was now looking at the basket wistfully.

Severus reached into the basket and held out a meat pie, ‘his’ wolf licked its sharp maw, and whined. Severus chuckled. “It’s yours boy, but you have to come get it”. ‘His’ wolf walked forward, and Severus slowly pulled back the meat pie, once ‘his’ wolf caught on, the wolf, barked at Severus, and quickly twisted around and barked again. “I won’t do it again, I promise”, Severus stilled his hand and let ‘his’ wolf come the rest of the way.

‘His’ wolf locked his eyes on Severus, as it slowly reached for the pie. When it had its teeth around the pie, and Severus did not move, ‘his’ wolf quickly lay down, inches from Severus, and started to eat its pie.

Severus was stunned, he had completely expected ‘his’ wolf to take the pie and run, but now he was right next to him, eating like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Severus started to eat again, he found a plate and utensils and served him self a little of every thing, saving the sweets for when the sun when down, right along with the temperature. He would need the sugar to keep warm. Severus ate slowly, relishing each food’s flavor; he had never tasted anything so good.

For the briefest of moments Severus felt bad for who ever had made this feast had had been unable to eat it, but that quickly faded, when Severus took a bite from the roasted chicken. He hadn’t expected there to be curry in what ever seasoning was on the chicken, but it was such a pleasant surprise, Severus laughed.

When Severus had finished his plate, he tossed his chicken bones in his pot he wouldn’t let those go to waste. Severus was so pleasantly full, and there was still so much food left. Severus closed the basket and put rocks on the top, in an attempt to keep the wolves out of his basket.

Severus started, something was on his leg, Severus looked down, it was a tail; ‘his’ wolf’s tail. Severus reached down and stroked the tail, Severus tried to see if ‘his’ wolf was asleep, but couldn’t without moving.

Severus slowly moved his small strokes up the wolf’s back, loving how warm his hands were. Severus quickly moved his hands into his lap, when ‘his’ wolf got up to leave. Severus lay back down, now that he was full, the cold wasn’t so bad.

Severus closed his eyes and went to sleep, a restful peaceful sleep. That was until several hours later, when the sun was long down, and the worst storm yet was blowing right into the cave.

Severus couldn’t believe he had thought he had been cold before, Severus pinched his arm; he didn’t feel anything, not even a dull throb like before. Severus lit his wand looking for ‘his’ wolf, he was close , not as close as he had been earlier that day but still a lot closer then he had been.

Severus moved his pillows, right up against the slumbering wolf; the body heat ‘his’ wolf emanated was amazing, but not enough. Severus slid his freezing hands under the wolf’s belly, what greeted him, was one awake wolf, and a very nasty snarl.

“Please, please, I will die, I know your not some stupid mutt, you brought me food earlier, well now I need your warmth” Severus begged and pleaded, ‘his’ wolf. The wolf still snarled softly as Severus warmed his hands, Severus could just start to feel his hands again, when the wolf got up. “Please don’t, please, I won’t touch you again, just stay there”, Severus begged.

The wolf lay back down but this time over Severus, its warm breath on Severus’ face, Severus put his hands back under the wolf, but now they were pinned between his body and the wolf’s. Severus thanked Merlin, for this precious animal, and swore never to speak poorly of Remus Lupin again, as long as ‘his’ wolf didn’t move.

A/N I’m sure several of you are thinking that’s the chapter, Severus in a cave with a wolf, but I think of all the chapters I’m going to write, this one is the most important. How better to get Severus true character through, then by putting him into such a desperate situation, where the truth of men’s hears are revealed. And turns out Severus isn’t such a bad guy after all.