Potions in the Moonlight

Severus was shaking. He was nervous. More nervous than.... well... anything he had ever experienced. It was dark out, though brighter than usual due to the full moon. He walked through the small expanse of trees making his way towards the Whomping Willow. What was he doing? this was insane.

Remus had told him that he could trust him. And he wanted Remus to prove it. This was insane and he knew it but if Remus had meant what he had said...

He slipped through the small hole and into the Whomping Willow. He entered soon into the Shrieking Shack, having flash backs to that night. Though this time, James wasn't here to save him. Not that he'd ever ask Potter for help.

He made his way up the stairs keeping his eyes out for Remus. He soon spotted him in one of the upstairs rooms removing his clothes and putting them up onto a high shelf.

Remus breathed gently. He needed to get in the zone, every month he went through his little routine. Folding his clothes away, stretching, putting all my human distractions from his mind. It was much more painful thinking about mundane humanity when he transformed, it reminded him how inhuman he became.

He shuddered, drawing in a few deep breaths before stretching out his legs.

Severus watched him as he moved, his muscles flexing under taught skin. He was thin, though not nearly as much as he. His back was still turned to him.

"Remus?" He asked cautiously.

The naked teenager nearly leaped out of his skin. He spun around, his eyes wide and accusing. It was something more than fear, because it wasn't for himself.

"Severus!" he hissed, as though afraid someone would hear. "What are you doing here? You have to get out now!"

"No... I..." He paused. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Couldn't it have waited?! You know why I'm here, you don't have much time!"

His panic was becoming all the more noticeable.

"I'm not leaving Remus." He said. "I.... I want proof..." He said though sounded more and more unsure of his decision.

Remus threw a terrified look to the skylight far above, he knew they only had minutes left.

"Proof! Of what? Of what I am? Didn't your experience with James teach you anything? Do you know how lucky you are? Oh God Severus if I hurt you I'll never forgive myself!"

Severus looked hurt. "Not proof of that you dolt..." He said. "That I can..." He looked away not wanting to finish that sentence realizing how stupid that sounded.

Remus wasn't listening, the first fingers of moonlight were beginning to creep into the room. He had frozen quite still, watching the movement of the light like a caged animal. When he spoke for the last time it was in a voice totally unlike his own. He sounded strained, as if a sudden, heavy weight was being forced upon him.

"Please Severus... get out."

Severus stood in shocked silence as Remus stared at large moon that was now raising high enough in the sky to start effecting the young wolf.

The transformation was something he had gone through so many times now it should have been second nature to him, it should have been easy. But the intense fear that coursed through him now made the agony almost unbearable. He didn't hear Severus running. Why didn't he hear running? Oh God...

He could feel his bones shifting, feel himself getting taller, his body morphing into that of the wolf. Where were Sirius and James.... why where they not getting Severus out of here like last time... why did the boy have to be so stupid. He managed to see through the fuzzy haze, Severus was rooted to the spot in fear. He crouched down to the ground as the pain ceased, his transformation complete. He stayed crouched down, almost sad and stared at Severus.

Severus had never thought Lupin could make him this afraid. The last time he had been angry enough to blot out some of the fear. But now he was looking at the boy who, only the night before had been the sweetest, most submissive lover... and he knew he was going to die.

Mooney suddenly moved up to his full height and howled. Loudly.

The noise cut straight through the Slytherin boy. It freed his legs and urged him to back away; back away and get out of there.

Mooney growled at Severus and slowly walked towards him, his front paws barely even touching the ground.

Silently, Severus urged his heart to beat a little quieter. His breathing seemed far too loud and the blood pounding in his ears was threatening to split his head in two.

Mooney was almost two feet away from him and he still couldn't get his feet to move. Mooney roared at him the sound causing a loud ringing in his ears. Mooney suddenly swiped at him knocking him to the ground, his arm bleeding from a large clawed gash.

Why wasn't his head working? He didn't even bother to reach for his wand. There was no use, this was it. He shut his eyes and ducked his head under his arms. If he was lucky, it would be quick. If he was unlucky... Severus's mind flashed with images of him being torn limb from limb.

This was a dumb idea. And probably his last. Mooney loomed over him his teeth bared, drool dripping down his fangs onto Severus' clothing. Severus reached for his wand. Either way... if he was going to go down he wouldn't do so without a fight. But the fight was quickly lost as his wand was batted away from him.

Oh... he couldn't look the beast in the face. He didn't want the last thing he was to be some hideous facsimile of the boy he knew. He shut his eyes, waiting for the searing pain and uncontrollable screaming.

He could feel Mooney's nose against his skin though very light. Could hear the sound of him sniffing as if testing the waters. Mooney again growled and knocked him over cutting him open once again. It was like Mooney was playing with his food. Prolonging his victims death.

If Severus hadn't been so petrified he would have been annoyed. It was just like Lupin to dick about without coming to the point. His blood felt oddly reassuring, dribbling down his arm. Maybe a few more blows and he could pass out and bleed to death.

Mooney roared as if trying to frighten him more. Mooney paused and sniffed again, his time sniffing down his chest towards his crotch.

Severus tried to shuffle away. Did Lupin only ever have one thing on his mind?

Mooney all of a sudden seemed bored and moved away from the shaking teen going to explore the rest of the room.

Letting out the breath he didn't realise he had been holding, Severus shuffled toward the door. If he could get through to the corridor without being noticed, then maybe he could get to the tunnel before he was mauled to death. He moved again, another foot.

All of a sudden Mooney was back on him again knocking him back into the room.

Severus couldn't suppress a wail of pain and frustration. He couldn't die like this!

Mooney huffed at him and went back to exploring the room.

These sick mind games were driving the teenage boy to distraction, he had to get out of there. Without thinking, he scrambled to his feet and bolted for the door, desperate for any distance at all.

That was a huge mistake. Before he could make it far he was knocked to the ground the majority of the werewolves weight pinning him down. The werewolf clawed at him, his teeth lashing at him.

Severus screamed and flailed his arms. There was no use trying to force the werewolf off him, even if he had his wand it would be impossible.

The werewolf hooked it's claw into his belt snapping the thin leather his pants falling around his knees as he tried to scramble away. Mooney stopped clawing and curiously sniffed his crotch once again.

Mooney was confused. This boy had his scent all over him but... He huffed again batting at his underwear with his paw. He nudged the soft bump with his nose before pawing at the odd material again.

Severus lay dazed, not sure what the hell was going on. His robes were in tatters and those massive paws had left clumsy lacerations everywhere. But this... why was Lupin touching him there? For one horrible moment Severus thought he was going to rip it off. An insult to injury.

Severus flinched as Mooney did just that. He now lay sprawled on the ground with his pants around his knees, his underwear in tatters on the ground. He felt even more exposed and afraid then before.

He tried to curl up and away from those monstrous claws, blood dripping from a lash on his thigh. The blood he was losing was making him a little dizzy. How long did he have? He hoped this was as bad at the pawing got.

Mooney forcefully pushed Severus onto his stomach.

He cried out again, the pressure on his torn and twisted frame was too much. He had no idea what was going on, but the longer it was drawn out the more unbearable death was becoming.

He suddenly felt Mooney move over him. What was he... His eyes widened in shock when he realized that Mooney was... mounting him.

Severus tried to shout. He wanted to tell him to back off. But what would be the use of telling a massive, feral creature to get off him? Even the thought of running away was tainted by the searing pain of those claws.

Severus shivered. He could feel Mooney's large dripping cock against his ass... He had never done this with a guy before let alone with Remus and this werewolf was much MUCH larger than a regular human. He looked up and could see Mooney over him due to the large height difference, though he could only see the bottom of his chin. Mooney was looking straight forward as he entered him, his paws pinning down his shoulders.

Nothing in his entire teenage life had anything hurt as badly as that feeling. It was like fire, it was like someone was burning him alive from the inside. Severus screamed with such abandon that he was sure they could hear him back at the castle. Despite the heavy paws he instinctively tried to pull away. He had to, he would take death to this feeling.

Mooney moved against him loving the feel of this boy. 'Mine.' Mooney thought as he rutted against him. His thrusts short and fast.

Severus did nothing to hold back his anguished screams. His mind was rapidly shutting down. This was certainly not how he had planned on dying.

Mooney moved his paws off his shoulders and moved them closer to his hips drawing his ass up into the air bringing him closer to him so that he could thrust into him easier.

Severus' attempts made to pull away was futile. He was like a rag doll beneath the beast. It frightened him how different the boy was from the wolf. Every gash on his pale skin was proof of that.

Mooney moved up so that he could look at the boy but didn't slow his movements. He leaned down and licked some of the blood off the boys back. It tasted good, almost satisfying. He couldn't get enough of this boy. He felt an odd sense of ownership over this... boy.

The sensation of the werewolf's tongue on his back blended subtly with the steady drip of his blood onto the wooden floor. Severus was sure the bleeding was just egging the monster on and he shuddered. Soon he would pass out from the pain or the blood loss and this humiliating death would be forgotten.

Mooney sped up his thrusts, small whimpered whining noises emitting into the room as he moved. Severus hopped he was close and this would be over soon. Though through the pain he knew... he deserved this for what he did to Remus the first night they where together. Maybe that was why Remus was doing this now, his mind wanted revenge even though he had told him that he forgave him.

Maybe Remus didn't really want him and was just too scared to admit it. Thinking that Severus would force himself on him again if he didn't submit. That had to be it. After all... the wolf was mostly his inner instincts, doing as it wanted rather than being controlled by laws and society.

Severus thought he was going to be sick. The pain had plateaued just shy of unbearable. If this was what Remus truly felt for him then he deserved to die...

Mooney's soft whimpers slowly evolved into a loud howl as he came inside Severus, the hot liquid pouring into him. Mooney stayed inside of him, making sure that none of the cum dripped out.

The abused boy let his head drop forward. He was crying. How had he not realised that he was crying? The room had seemed blurry anyway. Or was that because of the blood. Either way he couldn't take it any longer. The pain was flooding his body and everything was going dark. Whether it was death or simply unconsciousness, it would be welcome respite from this agony.

Mooney finally pulled out of him, the white fluid running from his hole down his sack. He moved around the boy and stared at him. He nudged him a moment with his nose before licking his face.

In a desperate attempt not to die in a puddle of blood and cum, Severus reached for his wand. It was too far out of reach. He let out a low groan, his head slumping to the side. Everything was going black, tears stung the corners of his eyes again.

Severus looked up as he felt the handle of his wand touch his hand. What he saw shocked him. Mooney had his wand between his sharp teeth and was holding it out to him, almost like a dog would to his master.

The faintest hint of a smile brushed his pain stricken face. How did Remus manage do that face whatever form he was in? He took the wand and waved it lazily at the worst of his cuts on his legs and chest. It would have to be enough. Every inch of him begged for rest. He let his arm drop and prayed Lupin didn't get hungry in the night.

Mooney left him be and moved to explore the rest of the house. He howled a few times which woke up Severus. A few hours later he returned to the room. He walked over to Severus and nudged him with his nose.

Severus groaned, forgetting where he was he waved a hand towards the offending nudge, as he would to a hand trying to shake him awake. But his exhaustion won out, he did not wake up.

Mooney snorted at him before laying down next to him, his chin resting on his leg.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Severus woke the next morning with a pounding head ache. And an aching everything for that matter. His whole body hurt and... He paused and opened his eyes looking around the room. Where was he? What had.... oh right.... his stupid brainiac idea.

A pair of baleful eyes stared at him from across the room.

Severus groaned and tried to sit up. His whole body was stiff, but the majority of the slash wounds had healed leaving him covered in bruises.

A dry sob tore from Remus's throat before he could stop it. He wanted to crawl over to the boy, but he couldn't bring himself to be any closer than this.

Severus finally managed to struggle into a sitting position. He noticed that he had Remus' cloak covering him and was grateful for it.

"Remus?" He asked.

"What have I done to you?"

There were shaky tears in the younger boy's voice. He sat with his arms around his knees, cuts along his shoulders and face; he looked far younger than he should have done...

"Remus?" He asked again wanting the boy to come closer to him. He wasn't afraid of Remus anymore. As much as he hated to admit it... the werewolf had spared him. He hadn't killed him, even went to such lengths as to watch over him in his weakened state. Even though his state was due to his own actions.

Remus crawled over to where Severus sat. Silent tears still clung to his face as he reached out a hand to brush along that beautiful shoulder bone.

"I... said I would never hurt you..."

"You did..." Severus agreed.

His voice broke again,

"And I lied..." How badly did he want to hold the older boy now? But he could never forgive him for hurting him this badly. This was worse than any of the scars that Severus was so ashamed of.

"It wasn't your fault." Severus said. "It was mine. I shouldn't have come. Besides... you could have done worse."

"I shouldn't have done it at all! What kind of sick monster am I!" Remus didn't want to shout at him. It was the morning after he hated more than anything; hating himself for self harm and breaking up the house. And now this... How depraved did he have to be to sink that low!

"It wasn't your fault. You couldn't control it."

"Stop saying that! I should be able to control myself! I saw you, and you were so scared just like before and what do I do?! ... " Remus pushed his bloody hands into his hair, hiding his head behind his arms.

"It wasn't you Remus, it was the wolf... now if you really wanna help instead of sitting there bemoaning your existence you can help me uh... you know.... heal myself." He said. He didn't have the energy to argue and laid back down as his head swooned again.

Remus scrambled forward to hold his lover's head. Still his expression bore so much guilt and anguish it was hard to look at. He had retrieved his wand from his little cubby hole and tenderly prodded at numerous wounds that he had inflicted. At an especially brutal split he couldn't hold back a sob. He could never forgive himself for this.

"It wasn't your fault will you stop blubbering." Severus said.

Slipping the cloak off of him Remus swallowed his worry and continued his work. He was adept at healing most abrasions and most of Severus' just melted away. When he finally set his want aside he pressed a warm hand against the older boy's chest looking into his face, searchingly.

Severus was still stiff and sore but the majority of the wounds had been healed. He'd be able to get back to Hogwarts and at least sleep decently. Maybe then he'd feel better. He looked down at himself and sighed. His clothes where ruined... getting back to Hogwarts...

"Remus... I need you to go to my room and get me some clothes." He said. "If you don't mind..."

His lip trembled, but he nodded. Leaning forward he placed a very hesitant kiss on his cheek and then scrambled to his feet. He stopped at the door, pocketing his wand.

"What's the password?" it was like his voice hadn't quite woken up.

"Serpent." He said simply. "And hurry please."

His earnest nod was the only response Severus would get, and then Remus was gone.

Severus laid there for what seemed like hours. He was vaguely aware of a large rat crawling around in the room before it had disappeared into a hole in the wall.

The next thing he remembered were Remus' warm hands touching his face, and he was softly kissed again.

Severus nearly jumped out of his skin. He didn't even remember falling sleep again. He was once again aware of that stupid rat crawling around at the edge of the room before it once again disappeared.

"Severus." His whispered voice was still sweet and unsure.

"Nai..." He said. "I'm still alive..."

Remus didn't know what to do. He wanted to snuggle up next to the boy, he wanted to keep him warm and make him happy. But Severus had hardly looked at him or said two words... It was like everything they'd shared the night previous was gone. Remus fought back tears again. Damnit why did he always get like this the day after a transformation? Sirius had often told him what a pussy it made him look...

"I swear to Merlin, Remus if you don't stop crying..." He said leaving the threat open.

He didn't have to finish as Remus flung his arms around Severus's neck, pressing his face into his shoulder. He kept telling himself not to cry, but he was so ashamed.

Severus rolled his eyes. "I'm not dead you twit now can I have my clothes?"

Reluctantly Remus detached himself from the injured boy and handed him the pile of clothes. Typical Remus had picked out the comfiest things of could find. He looked at Severus with a weak smile, proud that he had gone into the Slytherin stronghold alone; that he had been trusted to go alone.

Course then again it wasn't like Severus had any other choice, it wasn't like he could just up and walk back to Hogwarts naked. I'm sure that would leave many scarred eyes. Not to mention his expulsion.

Remus kept his eyes on the boy with trepidation. He still wasn't sure where he stood. All Severus wanted to do now was get away from him. And who could blame him? Remus subconsciously let the wounded puppy seep into his expression as he look down at his knees.

"For the last time.... stop.... moping." He said. "I'm just tired and sore and I wanna sleep is all. I'm not.... mad... at you." He said pausing to wonder why he wasn't mad at him.

"You.... forgive me?" Remus's little smile could have melted a thousand Severus'...

"Not entirely no." He said. "I'm still too sore to forgive you fully. But I'm sure you'll make it up to me."

Remus' eyes lit up and he nodded, kissing Severus again and again.

"I will, I promise... "

"Alright alright enough. It's bad enough I was drooled on all night I don't need you smothering me to death." He said getting honestly annoyed with the boys nagging. All he wanted was to go to bed, was that so much to ask?

Remus shuffled back and let him get himself up. He blushed.

"I'll see you soon then..." it wasn't supposed to be a question. More of a hope.

"You uh.... are going to help me back to the castle right?" He asked confused as to why the boy sounded like he was just going to leave him there. Though to be honest it wouldn't have surprised him.

Remus scratched the back of his neck awkwardly...

"I can take you back... but I always spend my day after, here... You'll want to be on your own.... I'm sorry. I know how badly I want to be close to you... but I get like that, the day after." He blushed and put his hands in his pockets.

Severus held his hand out to him to help him up, which Remus took gladly relishing in the softness of his lover's hand.

Picking up his bag from another hole. He wished he could never let go of Severus's hand, but knew they couldn't. Plus Severus needed space, and Remus needs very little space to live.

The usual time it took them to reach the castle was almost more the doubled as Severus was having a very hard time walking. But they soon made it to the Slytherin common rooms and Severus automatically plopped down on the bed.

Remus didn't want to hang around any longer than he needed to. He wanted Severus not to get sick of him. He couldn't bear that. He gentl urged him under the covers and gave him a sweet slow kiss. He turned to go, but as he reached the end of the bed something twigged and he fished around in his pockets.

"Trust me... it'll help," he said quietly, stealing one more kiss and leaving that battered little bar of chocolate on the bed side table, and leaving.