The Light In The Darkness | By : RikuRocks Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2791 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Severus put a few slow acting poisons and some other concoctions that, while not fatal in the right doses, would be incredibly painful for a werewolf in his satchel…as he had done several times before over the past year.
Normally, werewolves were the easiest species to convince to join the Dark Lord’s army; society usually turned them against humans, so all they had to do was offer a better life and that was that. Occasionally, one would resist…usually, they had been recently turned and wanted to try to fit in amongst humans, or else they grew up wild and did not care for people either way.
While torture was not Severus specialty, and he did not derive the pleasure from it that some others did, none could argue that the young man was gifted in the art. Because when Severus decided to turn his knowledge of spells and potions to any use, it was nothing less than a work of art. Sometimes, he wondered if that was why he proved so good at it; his approach was completely different from the other Death Eaters.
In any case, the young man was pleased to have his talents appreciated, and to have an opportunity to put them to use.
He was less pleased when it came to torturing lycanthropes, but he once overheard some of his comrades speaking about a werewolf that refused to cooperate and decided to offer some advice, since he knew more about lycanthropes than the average wizard. Once his knowledge proved sound, Severus became to go-to man whenever there was a werewolf that needed persuading.
At present, McNair told Severus about the strange werewolf as they approached the cellar in which it was contained; he claimed it was too docile and self composed, and that it had clearly been a werewolf for many years but did not seem to hold any grudge against the society that had ostracised it. In fact, it seemed that nothing anyone did or said earned any reaction from the creature. Severus found himself intrigued …and quickly assured himself that it had nothing to do with the werewolf from which his obsession with the species had spawned.
That was, until he neared the bound and caged lycanthrope, which did not struggle or snarl as the others before it had done. Severus had not seen Remus Lupin up-close in months, but he recognised the scarred, svelte form in a heartbeat.
For a moment, Severus could only stare into gentle, intelligent eyes. The specks of gold in them, unnoticeable unless you were gazing into them from a distance much closer than the youth allowed, were catching the torch light; the effect made anyone watching him well aware that there was something more staring out of the calm depths…something powerful and inhuman.
Pulling his eyes from Remus’ gaze, Severus looked the werewolf over, realising that the torture had begun without him. Remus had been stripped and beaten, but he appeared calm and composed. The raven-haired youth did not need to ask to know that he had remained silent during the rough treatment.
Remus was merely waiting -with his endless patience and calm, and his remarkably high pain tolerance- for an opportunity to escape or for death to claim him. Severus knew him well enough, even after their lengthy separation, to know these things for a fact.
The other Death Eaters were completely inept if they thought they found a tame werewolf they could break in for their lord. As far as Severus was concerned, the fools deserved what was coming.
He ordered the werewolf to be removed from the cage and watched silently as Remus allowed himself to be manhandled with little protest, until the ropes binding the lycanthrope’s hands were used to hang him on a dirty wall.
When the ropes suddenly caught fire, startling everyone else, Severus had to force himself not to smirk. The morons he called cohorts were too used to relying upon wands for everything…and they were in for a rude awakening. The obsidian-eyed youth found it ironically amusing that their upbringing as spoiled purebloods was about to cause them to have their arses handed back to them by a poor, half-blooded half-breed.
When the battered, wandless, naked werewolf turned to him after dispatching the last Death Eater in the room, Severus merely arched an eyebrow.
“Coming?” asked Remus, his voice hoarser than ever.
Severus allowed himself to smirk that time, “Right behind you.” The smirk fell when he noticed the extent of the shorter man‘s injuries. “Just a moment…”
Severus quickly grabbed his satchel; he could make something that could ease pain just as well as cause it, and he always brought along a few healing draughts just in case…he never liked his prey dying by accident.
Remus interrupted him when he began ripping McNair’s coat off. “Severus…? I think that might be tipping them off a bit, don’t you?”
“I’ll just say it was you and that you coerced me.”
“In that case,” the werewolf took one of the other Death Eaters’ wands. “You can bring it back as proof…once we‘ve prepared it.”
Severus nodded and then followed Remus out of the cellar and into the woods, where he treated the lycanthrope’s injuries as best he could once they had crossed a safe distance.
“…And when did Dumbledore start making you spy on the feral werewolves?”
“A few months before he started making you spy on the Death Eaters.” Remus smiled gently at Severus’ frown. “He only told me because he knew I could keep it secret and because we might meet up like this. He was worried I might treat you like the other Death Eaters.”
“Really…?” Severus murmured as he wrapped McNair’s cloak -and his own arms- around the werewolf. “It seems Dumbledore isn’t all-knowing after all.”
Severus smiled as his lover surrendered to his embrace, clearly feeling secure despite the pain and fatigue from his capture, and decided that their duties could wait a few more hours.
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