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You Will Not Kiss Me	By : Prosperosdaughter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 22836 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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Direct quotes from Chapter 12 and 13 of DH are in bold and © J.K. Rowling

Chapter 111: Reunion with the Moon

The return of the staff meant that Snape had to assume the mantle of Headmaster more fully, attending the communal dinners in the Great Hall and being available in the Headmaster's office. Even if Snape begrudged the time away from Lupin, Lupin himself delighted in Snape's safety because the presence of the staff meant Snape was spared regular participation in the Dark Lord's rituals and the Death Eaters' murderous excursions. Snape still attended upon the Dark Lord under the guise of reporting and obtaining instructions but, in reality, he attended to gain every scrap of information he could for Lupin to pass on to the Order.

The members of the Order were sending their suggestions and proposals to Lupin, using The Hog's Head as a collection point. Aberforth had accepted this without question, even giving Lupin a drink on the house for his 'marital woes'. Lupin made free use of the school owls through Snape. At this stage, Snape wasn't concerned that the Ministry would monitor the owls. He was a most honoured Death Eater after all, and was – for the time being, at least – above suspicion.

Lupin worked hard to put together various escape routes to major ports and airports. They knew the Floo network would be monitored and not every wizard or witch could Apparate, especially if they had children with them. They were accumulating volunteers along the routes to escort escapees by broom or side-along Apparition.

Certain factions of Gringotts goblins who were set on maintaining their independence from the Dark Lord were working with Bill to ensure that Muggle currency would be easily available for exchange of Galleons or other treasure. Lupin noted with a certain cynicism that their interest rate was prohibitive, but there was little to be done about that in these necessitous times. All they could do was to ensure that the safe houses had solid protective enchantments, access to travel and money to facilitate it for those who (unlike the Finch-Fletchleys who Kingsley had escorted to their plane for the United States) did not have the financial resources to flee. Who knew how long the goblins' co-operation would last as the Dark Lord's stranglehold tightened?

Lupin, Bill, Kingsley and Ted had all been corresponding with contacts abroad, in Ireland, France, Holland and North America to find safe passage and refuge for Muggle-borns and their families.

"Ted himself will have to go," said Snape as he reviewed the lists. "He's such a high profile Muggle-born. Bella's itching to prune her family tree. You're her target but Ted's special to her. He was the one who broke the Black sorority, after all. He has to run."

"He won't leave Andromeda," replied Lupin, spreading out the scraps of paper to form visual links. "And she won't leave the country. Pure-bloods aren't well-travelled like Muggles and Muggle-borns. They're too insular to live amongst foreigners."

"It's high time she put aside being a small-minded pure-blood, don't you think? She should go with him. Start a new life." Snape paused and looked at Lupin significantly. "Take their daughter with them perhaps," he added quietly.

That pained expression in Lupin's eyes seemed to deepen, but he nodded and then dropped his face into his hand.

"What kind of coward am I, Severus, that I want to see her leave the country? But I can't let her take my child with her!"

Snape quickly drew up a chair and sat next to Lupin.

"You are not a coward, Remus! It isn't cowardice to seek distance and respite. But no, the child – I just don't know what we can do about that."

And he didn't. It was so early on and they really hadn't discussed what would be done about the child Lupin had unwillingly fathered but to whom, Snape knew, he would be biologically drawn as time went on. What's more, he knew that Tonks knew it too. He had no doubt that she would use the child to get at Lupin – unless, perhaps, they could break the Lydiard Curse and for that – they needed Idris.

oooOOOooo

Lupin and Kingsley had arranged to visit several safe houses to talk to the volunteers they had so far. He would be gone for the day. Snape took the opportunity to remove the Sword from the safety of secret recess in their bedroom and replace it behind Dumbledore's portrait as he had agreed with Dumbledore so long ago.

"Thank you, Severus," said the portrait.

"For what, exactly?"

"For trusting me still. Remus does not."

Snape turned to the portrait, his expression incredulous.

"No. He doesn't. I wonder if you have any idea what was done to him by the woman you found to keep him safe."

Before the portrait could answer, the small silver bell sounded by Fawkes's now-vacant perch, alerting him that the password had been used.

Snape seated himself behind the desk and steepled his fingers, his most severe expression on his face.

The effect was rather undermined as his eyebrows shot up in surprise to find Irma Pince advancing on him with a glossy book in her elderly, claw-like hands.

"What is the meaning of this, Headmaster?" the librarian demanded. "Why have you procured such a monstrosity for my library? I won't have it, I tell you. I will not have it!"

Irma slapped the book down on Snape's desk.

"That awful woman … that I would even countenance this tripe – this drivel – this dross - in our library! Well, I shan't accept it, Headmaster. You will have to hand me over to your Dark Lord before I accept that!"

She crossed her arms and raised her chin melodramatically, beady eyes boring into him through black spectacles. Snape stifled an alarming urge to laugh at the straight-laced librarian's declaration and bit his lower lip as he stretched out a hand to the luridly-coloured book in front of him as he read the curly, green writing across Dumbledore's hat:

"The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore"

by Rita Skeeter

"What makes you think I would indulge either students or staff in this sensationalist claptrap?" asked Snape softly, taking in the portrait of Dumbledore on the front cover, wondering just how much vitriol coated the pages from this woman's venomous penmanship.

"I assumed -"

"- wrongly, Irma. You assumed wrongly," said Snape repressively.

Snape opened the book and found a handwritten note in acid green ink on the title plate.

I always make a gift of my works on the late, if not great, headmasters of my dear alma mater. It is with all due humility that I think of my works alongside those of the great magical authors of our age.

Rita Skeeter. August 1997

Snape stared.

Of all the nerve!

"I've never seen her books on our library shelves. Are they there?"

"Certainly not!" huffed Irma.

"Neither shall this one be. Hogwarts is a school of magic, not scandal-mongering. Leave it with me, Irma. You may go."

Irma's face became more pinched at the manner of her dismissal and she inclined her head and said nothing more as she bustled from the room.

"So, I have achieved the pinnacle of fame, have I, Severus?" the portrait chuckled behind him. "Immortalised forever as 'an obsolete dingbat' no doubt."

"I don't think you'll find she's been that kind," said Snape as lurid and monstrous phrases in the blurb on the dust jacket leapt out at him.

'… son of a notorious Muggle-killer …'

'… complicit in the suspicious death of his Squib sister …'

'… plotted with the infamous Grindelwald …'

Snape's throat dried out as he read. Surely, none of this can be true? he thought.

"You'll find her books over there," said Dumbledore, breaking Snape's concentration and pointing to a low shelf on one of the bookcases. "Needless to say, I didn't allow those into the library either."

Snape first Summoned the shimmering blood red tome from the shelf.

"Armando Dippet: Master or Moron?"

"Albus read excerpts to us now and again," said a thin and reedy voice to Dumbledore's left. Dippet barely smiled. It was clear it hadn't been a habit of his when he lived. "I never knew I was so interesting."

"You weren't then and you aren't now," said Phineas Nigellus, scornfully.

"I suggest, young Phineas, that would be the green-eyed monster speaking," interjected the portrait of Snape's own hero, Vindictus Viridian. "No such memento for you!" The two headmasters began heckling each other and Snape rolled his eyes.

"I think thou wouldst find mine own story enlightening," said a pretty voice Snape had not heard before, heavily accented in the tongue of Middle English. He craned his neck to read the legend to the portrait high up near the coving.

Phyllida Spore

"You too?"

"Indeed," rejoined Dumbledore. "I believe dear Phyllida's – ahem – biography is entitled, 'Headmistress Spore: Animal, Vegetable or Mineral?'" Dumbledore's portrait chuckled. "Perhaps, you too will be enshrined in populist prose one day, Severus. Perhaps, all head teachers should so aspire."

"Merlin forfend," grumbled Snape, as he stared, fascinated, at the photograph of the Dumbledore family – at the babe-in-arms – the sister Snape had never known Dumbledore had.

oooOOOooo

The next few days flew past as Lupin and Kingsley began to seek out Muggle-borns as Minerva supplied them with the latest names who had been due to start that September, being the most current addresses, so the youngest could be protected first. Even the pair of them working together, Lupin with his gentle approach and Kingsley with his innate authority, it would take some hours with the parents of each Muggle-born child to make them understand that dangers posed to them. Once these were completed, Minerva had compiled a list of those even younger, so they would not be betrayed by their accidental magic into the hands of Umbridge and her Muggle-born Registration Commission.

oooOOOooo

The day of the full moon dawned.

Even as Snape awoke, he felt a thrill of excitement right to his core. It had been months since he had spent the full moon with Lupin – months in which that woman had tried to take his place – his rightful place at Lupin's side. He couldn't believe now that he had allowed Dumbledore to do that to them – that he had handed over the healing balms to Tonks and, in that action, had handed over the well-being of the man he loved.

Snape bitterly regretted it.

Even as he watched Lupin sleeping, he hated that she had tried to insinuate herself by fair means and foul as this man's mate.

Snape pushed a lock of hair away from Lupin's face and drew a finger along his cheekbone. This time tomorrow, Lupin would be his again completely. A sharp thrill shot through Snape's body, startling him with its strength but also galvanising him.

He wondered what today would bring. Would they fall back into the pattern they had built over these years? He couldn't deny that his body yearned to be taken in the manner of the wolf – that demanding physicality that wrought such a catharsis in him.

And yet … and yet …

He wondered if Lupin, more withdrawn than he had ever known him, would try to suppress that part of his cursed nature – the nature Lupin blamed for their predicament so fully.

Snape was determined. He would fulfil his duties as quickly as possible today but he would ensure their special time of day – and the night – would be theirs.

oooOOOooo

Snape had left strict instructions with Minerva that he would be brewing and was not to be disturbed. The Carrows were similarly informed. Knowing, as they thought they did, that Snape used the full moon night to experiment with Potions for the Dark Lord, they did not query his instructions.

There were a few hours before moonrise and Snape made his way back to his old quarters with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. He arrived to find the table set for dinner and Lupin dressed in the royal blue waistcoat and trousers he had worn for their bonding, waiting for him. Snape's gaze lingered on the form of his husband, on the curlicues encircling his upper arm, shown off by the waistcoat so perfectly.

To Snape, Lupin looked so handsome – so hopeful - it took Snape's breath away.

It wasn't yet that time of day that presaged the profound alteration in Lupin's personality – that change that Lupin loathed but Snape craved. Snape knew Lupin dressing for dinner was his way of suppressing his wolfish side - of demonstrating his civilised humanity, Bond over Claim.

Snape understood what Lupin wanted to demonstrate - his humanity. He also understood that this moon – their first moon together for five months was about reunion and – Snape hoped – renewal. More importantly than anything, Snape wanted Lupin to be comfortable – to trust him again and know that he, in turn, was trusted.

Lupin took Snape into his arms, kissing him gently then led him to the table. Clearly, pre-arranged, Tippy appeared with the starter as Lupin opened a bottle of Elf-made wine, smiling deliciously at Snape.

They tucked in, Snape noting the menu comprised all his own favourites, and Lupin talked, telling Snape the further progress with their plans. Lupin was as eager and nervous as if they had just begun courting. It warmed Snape to know that even still Lupin did not take this night – and all that it meant to them - for granted. Even so, Lupin's nerves got the better of him and he gestured to make a point, and sent his wine glass flying. Lupin stood quickly to find his wand, apologising profusely.

"You're nervous," said Snape, quickly siphoning the wine away.

Lupin gave him a tentative smile. It was only then that Snape noticed the slight tremor to Lupin's hands as he quickly stuffed them into his trouser pockets. Snape understood and stood before Lupin and slipped his own fingers into Lupin's pockets.

"Remus!" he whispered insistently. "Don't repress yourself with me. Please. I want our life back. All of it. Including this."

Lupin's fingers folded over Snape's and he rested his head in the crook of Snape's neck. When Lupin spoke, it was halting and unsure.

"That full moon when I waited for you. You didn't come. Dora did. She had your balms. She said you'd given them to her. Our special time. You'd given it up to her! I couldn't understand at all. I tried to. I wrote to you -"

"I got your letter. I treasured it. I would have given everything to be with you, Remus … but I couldn't."

"I understand that now. But then … then. I didn't. It got worse each month. I needed you. I craved you – like a drug. I had to suppress myself – what I'd grown so used to expressing with you. It was ours – just ours. Special. But it was gone and I had to push that craving away. Imprison it again – as I'd always done before." Lupin raised his head to look Snape in the eyes, removing their joined hands from his pockets to hold in front of him. "It didn't matter if I marked Dora – it kept us from harm, but it meant no more to me. I'd lost you … and I didn't understand how."

Lupin cast his eyes down, seemingly unable to finish what he wanted to say. Snape cupped Lupin's hands with his own, feeling the tension of restraint in them.

"I sat in this room and watched the moon – every – single – moon." He raised Lupin's hands to his mouth and kissed them. "I wept for you. I ached for you. Don't deny me now."

Lupin wrapped his arms around Snape exhaling a huge, heartfelt sigh.

"My Severus," he murmured as he pressed kisses to Snape's hair. Snape's eyes closed at the touch and he moved his face to find Lupin's mouth, catching his lips with his own, softly and gently then more insistently, then greedily kissing, searching mouths and teeth with hungry tongues.

Even as they kissed, Snape felt the change in the air, felt the hair on Lupin's naked arms rise, his rib cage expand, smelt his musk thicken. Snape grasped the back of Lupin's head so the kiss could not be broken. At first, Snape felt resistance: a pulling away, but then Lupin pulled Snape to himself and pushed Snape backwards towards their bedroom, repeating Snape's name like a prayer as he grasped Snape's hair. Snape knew there would be no hesitation now; no going back.

"Only you, my Severus," Lupin rasped, and mouthed against Snape's face, as he unfastened the buttons of Snape's robe with precise, swift movements, pulling the robe off and letting it fall to the floor. Lupin dropped to his knees and pulled off Snape's boots then held his hips bones as his wanton gaze travelled all over Snape's naked body. Snape could barely breathe, he was so sexually charged, the hot rock of desire burning in his groin. Then he heard Lupin growl deeply in his throat and his hands tightened in Lupin's hair as he watched him rub his lips over Snape's erection. Snape almost cried out but he bit his lip instead: he knew he couldn't last long.

Lupin lightly grazed the tip just once with his teeth and then took Snape's erection in his mouth, pushing Snape back onto the bed behind him. Snape could only arch and moan as Lupin took Snape's cock roughly, sucking on him swiftly as his hand worked against his balls and brought him to a swift, hard orgasm which he swallowed greedily. Lupin pulled himself up over Snape, his eyes dark and lustful, scenting Snape's body as he passed over it.

Snape's fingers fumbled with the buttons of Lupin's waistcoat as Lupin braced both his arms over Snape's prone form on either side of Snape's face, until Snape opened the waistcoat and then he knelt astride Snape's body for him to remove it. Snape's hands roved over Lupin's chest and over his shoulders as Lupin released his own trousers and manoeuvred himself to kick them off as Snape shuffled back so sit against the head board and Lupin crawled over him, his breathing now ragged as he place his hips level with Snape's face, his own hard erection pressing to Snape's parted lips as he fisted Snape's hair.

"As hard as you can, Severus," Lupin growled.

Knowing exactly how Lupin wanted this on this night, Snape swirled his tongue around the tip and then drew all of Lupin's cock into in mouth, sucking on him hard, even drawing his teeth along his shaft as one hand rolled his balls and the fingers from the other dug into Lupin's muscled backside. Lupin growled again as he thrust his own hips forward, pulling harder on Snape's hair. Snape felt his own cock harden again, quickly and painfully, as Lupin rocked into his mouth and Snape sucked harder still. Lupin didn't try to hold on but bucked fast into his mouth, suddenly crying out hoarsely as he came hot and hard in Snape's mouth. Snape sucked and massaged until Lupin was drained, holding his hips as he felt the strain lessen in them even though Snape now was trembling in anticipation, his groin on fire once more with fierce and desperate desire. Then he heard the words he longed for, words Lupin had said before - the guttural promise that made his whole body thrill.

"Hands and knees, Severus. I'll give you what you need."

Snape got up to his hands and knees, trembling with excitement as the atmosphere in the room heightened further as he felt Lupin draw in behind him and hold his hips firmly. Then his fingers pushed in hard and Snape pushed back, a rasping cry escaping him as he did so, and the fingers searched inside him to prepare him quickly. Snape's back arched as Lupin's fingers found the nerves that nearly made him come right there.

"Remus, please!" gasped Snape.

Lupin thrust himself in to his full length and ground himself in, wrapping his arms below Snape's waist. Snape groaned loudly. The deep, deep grind always pierced him like a burning brand and, with each thrust, he felt his groin flame more fiercely. Lupin thrust harder and harder, his own groans through clenched teeth became louder too.

Snape could barely breathe and his whole body was alight, desperate now for Lupin to deliver the cathartic release he so desired. He almost cried out in anticipation as he felt Lupin lean on his back and take the marked skin on his neck between his teeth and then he sucked and bit as he delivered a powerful thrust of his hips. Snape's orgasm tore through him and he cried out hoarsely, coming hard as Lupin continued to thrust, caught in Snape's contracting muscle, waves of ecstasy crashing over Snape's now sweating body, his own cries in time with Lupin's bucking hips as his arms weakened but Lupin held him tightly.

Snape was lost: it was the frenzied delirium the bite provoked, a thing so base, yet so exalted in his mind. The moon was rising in Lupin's body and the two of them rode the crest of the animalistic rutting, their bodies ever more pliable and flexible against the punishing coupling. Repeating Snape's name ever louder, Lupin's thrust became wildly erratic and he roared as he came hard and bit again, releasing Snape again, and then pumped against him, gradually slowing until they both buckled onto the bed, blood pumping loudly in their ears as they struggled for breath together.

Lupin's cheek resting against his own, Snape trembled under Lupin's body, his mind unravelled, his strength spent, his desperate need fulfilled – after so many months. Lupin kissed Snape's cheek tenderly and then pulled him into his arms, cleansing him, kissing him, become gentler with each touch of fingers and lips and Snape drank it all in even in his unfocused state. They were together, here on the night of the full moon. Snape's head pressed against Lupin's chest, listening to the steady beat of his beloved's most dear heart.

Snape felt whole again as Lupin murmured his words of love to him as they waited together for the moon to rise.

That time came round more quickly than Snape could credit. His strength now fully restored, they had long since changed positions so that Lupin now rested against Snape.

They needed no clock or chart to tell them the time had come. Snape enfolded Lupin in his arms as he felt the small tug in his stomach. There was one brief flash of fear that he might feel the sickness that would tell him his Electio Potion had failed, but as Lupin became rigid and hislimbs began to shake, the feeling of sickness passed. The bedroom filled with the sound of bones breaking and tissue tearing. It was every bit as horrific as Snape remembered but Lupin no longer screamed as the combined effect of the improved Wolfsbane and Snape's loving embrace dulled the worst of the curse as Lupin re-shaped and re-formed until, whimpering and panting, the wolf sat in Snape's arms once more - tawny and grey – the handsome animal – beautiful still. Snape's joy threatened to overwhelm him then the lambent gold eyes of the wolf caught Snape's own, pleading to know the answer …

Is it safe?

"It's fine, beloved. I promise you. The child is safe."

The wolf climbed to sit so his head lay in Snape's hands, with a whine, he nuzzled into Snape's stomach and Snape wrapped his hands into the wolf's crest, receiving such an adoring look as to make his heart clench and make him inwardly curse Tonks once again. He bitterly hoped that she despaired this night - just as he had done before.

"I promised you, didn't I?" murmured Snape as he looked into the wolf's eyes. "You will not bring a werewolf into the world, Remus."

Thank you, Severus. Thank you.

Even in his mind, Lupin's voice seemed so broken, as if this one promise were to be broken, this one complete terror of Lupin's were to be realised, his desperate hold on his humanity would be lost.

Snape understood: he knew the man. He held the wolf tighter and stroked him, humming tunelessly to comfort him on this, their first moon together again.

oooOOOooo

There was something of a dream-like quality to their time together after Lupin's almost pain-free reversion to his human form. From that moment on Snape took charge of caring for Lupin, just as he always had, and Lupin rested in Snape's tender care, still adoring as he had been last night. Snape felt that they were now truly reunited. He and Lupin bathed together and even this most innocuous of things gave Snape such a feeling of empowerment.

Empowerment, yes. He had defied both of his masters to be with the man he loved and now Lupin rested in his arms, Snape felt stronger for it.

As the morning passed and Lupin gradually grew a little stronger, Snape felt able to leave him so he could attend his office and make an appearance at lunch in the Great Hall. He was grateful that the students had not yet returned. It would become harder to steal time with Lupin once the dunderheads were scuttling around the corridors and classrooms – but at least on this moon, they had this breathing space together.

Snape maintained a frosty distance at the head of the staff lunch table, watching the way the Hogwarts teachers kept together, talking in soft voices, clearly meaning to exclude the Carrows whose displeasure was clear. But when they complained to him after lunch, Snape sneered.

"Does the opinion of these teachers, these theorists, mean so much to you? You, chosen Death Eaters of the Dark Lord? We, who have greater work to do?"

The Carrows shuffled nervously under Snape-s never-faltering gaze.

"Just don't think you should let 'em be rude to us," whined Alecto. Amycus nodded. Brutish, atavistic and stupid - Snape hated them both. However, they needed to trust him but respect his authority too.

"Remember your position here, Alecto," said Snape, smoothly. "You are here to teach, as the Dark Lord wishes you to. He does not require you to consort with half-bloods and half-breeds - those who have set their faces against the Dark Lord before, but who serve his purpose - for now." Snape laid a delicate emphasis on the last phrase and the Carrows smirked at the implied threat. Snape had them now. "If you start throwing your weight around here and the teachers leave their posts, I can assure you the Dark Lord will be most … unhappy trying to replace them. We require consistency at this stage."

Snape turned and left them smirking behind him. He hated himself for saying those things about the staff, or that Filius or Hagrid were considered half-breeds by him. He had no doubt that the staff believed he thought those things of them. They had to believe he thought those things even if it stung him. He made his way back to the Headmaster's study and then took the Floo to his old quarters, a bitter taste in his mouth. He knew he had to make his enmity seem realistic – but that didn't dull the pain of seeing hatred in everyone's eyes.

But his bitterness was forgotten the moment he stepped out of the Floo to find Lupin waiting for him - his pallor better, his eyes soft, his smile welcoming and his arms open to greet him with a gentle embrace and a kiss that quickly became passionate.

Snape knew what it meant, knew Lupin now wanted Snape to make him his own again – uniquely his. Snape took Lupin's hand and led him to the bedroom, undressing him and laying him on the bed beneath him. His own beloved.

"And this, Severus, is something I have longed for."

oooOOOooo

"I don't believe it."

The sudden comment broke Snape's concentration on Skeeter's chapter on Dumbledore's sister. Snape put the book down and peered at Lupin.

"Look at this, Severus." Lupin folded the newspaper and passed it to Snape.

List of Muggle-borns failing to attend for interrogation, he read. It was no surprise to see Ted Tonks's name there, and several other Muggle-born adults he knew, some from their own time at Hogwarts. Two of the named he knew were already on the continent with their families thanks to the Order.

Snape couldn't help but feel nauseous that, had Lily lived, she would have been summoned to such a hearing – accused of magical theft – and yet she had been one of the most gifted witches he had ever met. To this day, he did not understand what would be achieved by imprisoning Muggle-borns.

As he eyes scanned the list, he saw the names of those who had been his own students last year: Justin Finch-Fletchley (now out of harm's way), Dean Thomas, Hermione Granger … then, shockingly, the Creevy brothers … the list went on, Muggle-born students getting younger and younger down the list.

"They're not even of age," gasped Lupin. "I'll get in touch with Kingsley today. If they've been summoned already, I hope they've gone into hiding. We have to finalise our routes. Make sure of our allies, wizarding and werewolf."

Lupin looked up at Snape.

"I can't put it off any longer, Severus. I'll send my Patronus to Idris tonight – I hope he'll allow our refugees shelter – and maybe help us with the curse."

Snape gave Lupin a sad smile. With the Tracing Jinx on him, there were few places Snape could travel to be with Lupin and he knew Lupin had tried to put travelling off for as long as he could. But, things were moving quickly now. Snape comforted himself that the sooner Lupin left, the sooner he'd come back. At least that's what Snape hoped. He placed his hand over Lupin's.

"I just hope … I hope he trusts you. You're mated to me, after all."

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Next chapter: Lupin leaves as the students return and a theft is prevented!

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