Out of Nowhere

Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter. I do, however, own Leah and this particular plot. I also do not make any money off of this. I do it for my own sick pleasure.

A/N: Hello my lovely readers!! We have the longest chapter yet of OoN. This chapter as pushed this story past the 100 page mark. I know that authors pass this threshold every day, but for me, this is an especially triumphant moment. I've never, ever had anything past 70 pages. I'd say this length is not too bad for a short story writer. It'll only be one more chapter and an epilogue, and they probably won't be as long as this chap, either. Now, I'd like to say a couple of thanks. Thank you to my boss who gave me Monday off, then gave me nothing to do this week, so I've written 20 pages on my sotry. Next, I like to thank my muse. Were it not for her rabid insistance that I write this while I was at work, it would have probably been weeks getting put up. Finally, I saved the best for last. I'd like to thank my readers. Were it not for you guys, I would not have been inspired to write this story, and I definately wouldn't have stuck with it. I'd like everyone who takes the time to read this chapter to give me a review, just so I know who you are. I'd appreciate just a 'Hi.' Now, for the dedication...

A/N2: This chapter goes out to my frequent reviewers: Papaya, Alauralen, Catpower, Jenn, JJ, and eve/roarke. What would I do without people who reviewed me every chapter?!?! This also goes out to my new reviewers: Darko, Black_lust_z, and Cherie. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have new people take a chance on it and read it. =) *huggles and virtual cookies* The humping and porking goes out to you guys...

Now, I'll answer the reviews. LOL!

Catpower: I'm glad you liked that line. LOL!! And yes, Snape is a total bastard, but you get to see a different side of him in this chapter, including his backside. *grins* Yes, she did deserve some comeuppance. You'll find out this chapter why Remus didn't stay with her, and her reaction. *gasp*

Alauralen: I'm glad you thought it was a very Snape-y thing to do. I was afraid that peole were going to be like 'HE'D TOTALLY NEVER DO THAT!!' LOL! Yeah, I dubbed that the 'Ewwww' chapter. You will see what Remus has to say in this chapter. And, you're right, she's not bonded any more. You know what that means, don't you?? yes, the aforementioned humping and porking!! *grins*

black_lust_z: It's not as bad as you might think. The explanation is in this chapter. Broken bonds=Lemons =D

cherie: I hate to say it, but she wimps out...sort of. I agree with you that they can't handle strong women, but we'll just have to see what happens. Ok, I spent half of my work day writing this lemon. =D

WHO WANTS LEMONS?!?! ON WITH THE STORY THEN!!


Come sun rise, Leah had cried herself to sleep. As the sun broke the horizon, its gentle rays caressing the landscape and giving it a brilliant orange hue, she woke. As she lifted her head, she realized just exactly where she was and what happened the night before. If her state of undress wasn’t confirmation enough, the excruciating crick in her neck was.

Lifting her head, she heard someone walking through the forest. Leah knew that unless it was someone from Hogwarts, she was pretty much screwed. Severus stepped from behind a sapling and smirked. “I trust you slept well?” He asked with a false sweetness in his voice.

“You,” she answered as she narrowed her eyes. “How dare you! First you let your friends humiliate me and then you let Remus out! He found me last night! It would probably be in your best interest…”

“Silencio!” Leah was cut off by the silencing spell. Her mouth hung open in disbelief.
Snape smirked at the bewildered look on the young woman’s face. “Now, you will listen to what I have to say and you will listen good.”

He began to circle her as a predator would its prey. “I promised you that I would get revenge for kicking me in my bits. I have had my revenge and now we are even. Regardless of the fact that we are kindred spirits, I am still all serpent. I will lie in wait until the perfect opportunity to strike. This ability, my patience, has aided me in more ways than you can even begin to imagine, in the years I have been a spy. You are but a mere muggle. You are young and rash and easily trust.” He leaned down and looked into her eyes. “I am not a nice person. You would do to remember that.”

Leah, though silenced and still bound, got her message across by rolling her eyes. Snape spelled her clothes back on her, leaving the dried seminal fluid on her face and body. “Now, I will unbind you and give you back your voice on one condition: You will be silent for the remainder of the walk back to the castle, and you will not breathe a word of this to anyone.”

She narrowed her eyes in loathing but gave a curt nod in his direction. Soon, they were walking back to the castle in silence. Once inside, Leah immediately sprinted to her quarters and showered. She slid down the tiled wall of her shower and cried. The young woman didn’t know if it was because she was still humiliated by the events of the night before, or if it was fear. Finally rising, she began to scrub all traces of the men from the night before off of her skin. She stepped out of the shower feeling better, but not by much.

Dressing quickly, Leah stepped down the hall to Remus’ rooms and spoke the password. He was curled up on his couch with a pained expression on his face. “Remy, c’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

His eyes flew open as she spoke, and he sniffed in her direction. “Clean,” he murmured as she sat him up and put his arm around her shoulder.

Embarrassment flared in her cheeks. “Yes, I am now, Remy. We can talk about this later. I want to know what happened last night and how you got to me.”

He was rasping for breath when she sat him on the bed. He was extremely weak and he was asleep before his head touched his pillow. Leah kissed his forehead, feeling genuine affection for the first time since he bonded to her. “Love you my werewolf. Rest your beautiful head and gather your strength. It’s going to be a long day for you.”

She rubbed her sore neck and made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She was met with a twinkling pair of blue eyes and a glittering pair of beetle black ones. Lifting her head high, she strode confidently into the room. Leah refused to let Snape knew that he’d raped her of every ounce of pride and dignity she possessed the night before.

Albus rose and pulled her chair out for her. “I trust you slept well last night?”

She smiled sweetly at the old man and absently rubbed the back of her neck. “Actually, I didn’t Albus. I was plagued by nightmares of being tied up and slept in an awkward position. Now, I’ve got a stiff neck. It’s liable to be three days before I get back my full range of motion.”

“I’m sorry to hear that Leah,” he said with a knowing smile. “I’ve heard more than once that Severus here has magical fingers when it comes to getting…ah… kinks out of muscles. Maybe you could enlist his help?”

Both snorted at the suggestion. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Albus. I’m sure it’s nothing that a good long soak in a hot bath filled with lavender and peppermint oils won’t fix,” she answered with as much pride as she could muster.

The conversation quickly turned to other subjects, and Leah was invited to the infirmary to help Poppy for the day, but she declined. After excusing herself, she made her way into Remus’ rooms. He was still sleeping peacefully, so she made herself comfortable atop the quilt next to him. The young woman wanted to know the exact moment that he woke.

Remus sensed a presence in the bed. He could smell her sandalwood shampoo and instinctively moved closer, knowing whom it was. His sense of smell was returning to normal, but he could smell the distinctive smell of the Great Hall all over her. Leah watched his reaction and carded her hands through his hair. She smiled knowing that what she was feeling, the warm sensation swelling in her chest, was real and not part of some awful bond. She was sad that she would have to ask the hard questions, and it broke her heart to know that he’d turned his back on her when she needed him the most. Leah resolved herself to waiting.

The werewolf leaned into the hand carding through his hair and wrapped his arm around the waist of the young woman next to him. After the night before, she was no longer his bonded, but he was still overly fond of her. Her presence soothed Remus, and to an extent, Moony. He wrapped his arm around her in apology and pulled her close, nuzzling into her neck and shoulder. She was one extraordinary lady.

It was well past lunch when they woke in each other’s arms. Remus lay partially on his side with both arms wrapped around Leah while she lay with her head on his bare chest, one arm around his waist and one leg thrown over his hip. He gently kissed the top of her head and she looked up at him. He smiled kindly and loosened his arms to let her slip out if she wanted to. “You’re up,” he whispered.

She pulled him closer as he spoke. “I am,” she replied sadly.

Remus moved to sit up against the headboard and he pulled her up with him. “Before you ask anything or say anything, I want to let you know what happened last night,” the werewolf said his voice exceptionally gravelly.

She shook her head, willing to give him a chance to explain himself. “Albus and I were walking the grounds last night when I caught a whiff of you. I saw Severus coming from the forbidden forest. I bound over toward him, thinking you were behind him, but as I got closer, I realized that you’d carried one of his bags and that was where your scent was coming from. I decided to go into the forest and find you. I heard you crying and I honestly thought you were injured. I was ready to kill Snape. Then, I smelled men on you and even in my wolf form, it was like I couldn’t get enough breath. My heart stopped and I wanted to retch.”

“Why didn’t you stay? I mean, you could see I was there against my will. Remy, I’d been tied up.” Leah began to cry again thinking about the humiliation she’d endured.

He hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head again. “I know. I was just so distraught when I smelled other men on you that the wolf’s instincts took over. I was Moony for a few minutes, not Remus in Moony’s body. Had I been thinking right, I never would have let my emotions cloud my judgement. I’m so sorry that I left you out there in the forest scared and alone. I don’t think I can apologize enough, remembering the anguish in your voice.”

She sighed and wiped the tear tracks from her face. “I know it was instinct. I suppose that I just don’t deal well with rejection. When you broke the bond, it felt like my heart broke.”

He wiped a tear from the tip of her nose. “A small piece of mind did, I’m afraid,” he whispered. “So, what happened that you were tied up and reeked of sex and men?”

With a scowl, she began, “As you know, I spent the full moon with Severus. After midnight, he asked me if I wanted to help him pick some potions ingredients that were most potent during the full moon. Well, of course, I agreed. He said Hogwarts wards would protect us. He took me out to this beautiful, serene clearing and we set to work. Before I knew what was happening, I thought he was trying to seduce me. He spelled my clothes off and then spelled me tied to a chair. He recited some Latin and then this really tall, broad guy walked up and addressed Severus as ‘brother’.”

“He exposed you to Death Eaters? He’s lost his damn mind!” Remus ranted trying to get up.

Leah held him. “You had your say, now let me have mine, Remus.” He grumbled but settled down. “So this guy walked up and Severus reached up and ran his finger down my cheek. It felt like he was touching me everywhere at once. He called it a pleasure spell. So, Malfoy and another guy walked up. I insulted Malfoy’s cock size and he whacked me across the legs with his cane. Severus also put a shocking spell on me, I assume to protect me. It jolted Malfoy pretty good and he didn’t touch me again all night. Anyway, so by then end, the three of them are leering and taunting me while Snape’s picking flowers across the clearing. Near the end, he comes over and starts touching me, making me moan and stuff causing the three other men to start getting off, all over me. That’s how I ended up reeking of sex and the others. He claimed it to be revenge for me kicking him like two months ago.”

They sat for some time in silence, offering and accepting comfort in each other. “You know I’m going to kill Snape, don’t you?”

She chuckled. “There’s no reason to do that, Remy. If you think about it, his revenge has actually been a blessing of sorts. We aren’t bonded any more and even though I could stay like this for the rest of my life, I’m really happy that the bond was broken. My choice in the matter was not considered, and I think that this would be best.” She then smirked. “Besides that, Snape will probably be livid that something good came from his treatment of me.”

She sat up and kissed Remus cheek. “You should get up. It’s well after lunch and I’m sure that you’re starving.”

Remus bathed and dressed as Leah had a house elf bring them something to eat. She and the werewolf both found it much less tense to be around each other since the bond broke, and both were a little sad, yet it opened a whole world of possibilities. They ate in silence, both leaving the other to their thoughts. When they finished, the young woman asked, “Do you realize that school starts in just a little over a month, Remus? What do you think Albus will do if I’m still here?”

Leah put her head in his lap and looked into his kind eyes. When he smiled, they crinkled at the corners. “Knowing Dumbledore, he’ll probably give you a job as an assistant to the Muggle Studies teacher, or something like that. You are already a teacher and a muggle so it’s not like it was be any kind of adjustment for you. Speaking of the end of the summer, Harry turns seventeen two weeks from today. Would you like to accompany me to Diagon Alley to get his birthday present?”

She answered him with a smile and a nod. “What about spending a few nights at Grimmauld Place and helping me get everything ready for his birthday party? I’ve never really done anything like that before, but Molly managed to rope me into it.”

“When did you see Mrs. Weasley?” Leah asked.

“When I was gone on Order business. I was near Ottery St. Catchpole, and when I was done, I dropped by to see her and Arthur.”

Two days after that conversation, Leah made her way down to the dungeons. She was still pretty pissed about Snape tying her up, but she was eternally grateful that the bond was broken with Remus. She stepped into his private lab and leaned against the doorjamb. Leah waited until he was completely finished adding the ingredients to the potion he was making and looked up. She crossed her arms as the dark man sneered at her. “What do you want?” He snapped.

She pushed herself from the doorjamb and strode confidently into his lab. “You know, I should hate you for the stunt you pulled, but I can’t bring myself to. I don’t know if you’ve heard or not, but Remus and I aren’t bonded any more.”

Severus quickly hid the surprise he was feeling behind his impassive mask. “Indeed?”

She smirked at him and sat on the bench across the table from him. “Indeed. It seems that Moony found me and your little stunt caused him to break the bond. He didn’t like his mate reeking of sex and other men. And, as much as I would like to torture you for making me the ‘entertainment’ for the night for your buddies, I just can’t bring myself to because I’m no longer bonded to someone that I don’t want to be bonded to. Now, since we are living by Hammurabi’s Code*, and we are even, I’d like to brew myself something, if you’d permit.”

Snape knew Hammurabi’s Code and was surprised that she did, considering that Hammurabi was a great wizard from Mesopotamia. He narrowed his eyes at her request to brew something. Snape did have to agree that if nothing else, this young woman did have balls. “And just what do you think you can brew, muggle?”

Leah laughed at him. “Actually, I’m quite adept at brewing many things, mostly salves and other medicinal things like that, but I also enjoy making my own lotions and oils. Muggle potions are not nearly as in depth or specific as yours, I assure you, Severus. I'd like to make a small batch of perfumed oil, for after I bathe.”

“What ingredients will it require?” He asked suspiciously.

“I’ll need three ingredients: carrier oil, fresh lavender, and rose petals. Actually, I think I’d rather use aloe vera for the base as opposed to an oil.”

He walked into his storeroom and brought out a small cast iron cauldron, two dark jars, and a bottle with clear liquid in it. He sat them down in front of her. Leah smiled triumphantly and set to work. Snape lit a small fire under her cauldron with his wand as she poured the aloe gel in the cauldron.
Leah grabbed a sharp knife and began meticulously cutting the rubbery rose petals. As she would finish, she would dump them in the heating gel. Severus watched her for a few moments and then stirred his own cauldron. He lowered the heat and let it simmer. He sat on a bench and watched the young woman. If she was anything, she was a natural at potions making. Her careful and precise movements enthralled him. When she was finished with the rose petals, she threw a handful of lavender flowers in and stirred. Leah took the leaves from the lavender plant and began tearing them with her hands. With three counter clockwise stirs, she looked up into obsidian eyes and smiled. “It’s got to simmer for a bit now to get all of the volatile oil into the brew before I add the last ingredient.”

She sat on the bench across from Snape. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” he smirked.

She rolled her eyes and asked a question that had been bothering her for a while, “When did Cynric come to you?”

“Ah, my guide. I’ve known him for as long as I could remember. I was but a child when he began appearing to me in my dreams. He’s been my brother and captor and confidante.”

“Captor?” Leah asked curiously. “Wait, you’ve learned some of the harder lessons in this life. Cynric has put you through many trials, hasn’t he?”

“Aye, he as. You mean his sister has not put you through any?”

Leah got up and stirred her potion before answering. “No, nothing severe. Mostly, she has taught me that to be alone is not necessarily to be lonely. She’s stopped me from trying to commit suicide and murder. Kilyla has taught me some of the ‘softer’ lessons, I suppose. Something I don’t understand, though, is that she recognized Remus as a serpent. He really comes across to me as more of a pack wolf than a serpent.”

Severus laughed at her admission. “Actually, that’s not entirely true. If I remember correctly, a person with a serpent totem easily succumbs to things like peer pressure. Lupin was the world’s worst about letting Potter and Black do what they wished. Also, in Chinese astrology, those born in the year of the snake are compassionate and charming. Lupin can fit into those categories when he wants. Also, those with serpent totems tend to be rather laid back and do not anger easily, but when they do anger, they will strike much in the same way as a serpent, hard and fast, rarely missing their mark.”

The young woman stood there for a moment with a contemplating what was just said. Looking at the dark wizard, she shook her head slowly. “When you put it that way, I suppose that Remus really is all serpent, isn’t he?”

She stirred the brew once again and wafted some of the fumed toward her nose. Smiling she said, “It’s almost ready.” She picked up the knife she’d used to cut up the rose petals and made a fist with her right hand. Leah took the knife and made a small cut to the fleshy part on the outside of her fist, causing it to bleed. Snape’s eyes widened as she held the cut over the brew, dropping three drops of blood into it before stirring. He grabbed her wrist and looked at the incision. “What in the bloody hell do you think you are doing? Do you know how many laws you just broke? That’s blood magic! It’s illegal!”

“What? What are going on about? I always add three drops of blood or sweat to my brews. I find that it bonds it to my essence better when I do that,” she answered indignantly pulling away from Severus.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You don’t realize that you’ve just created an illegal lust potion, do you? It’s the blood that makes it illegal before you say anything. We have to destroy this right now.”

“Before you start jumping to conclusions, does the potion have to be drank to work?”

“Of course! There aren’t many potions that aren’t ingested.”

“Ok, then, this is going to be used on my body, not in it. I will label it ‘Do not ingest’ if you want, but I’d like to keep it. No one but you and I will know what’s in it.”

He threw his hands up in the air. “I give up! You are the most stubborn, pig-headed, insolent woman that I have ever met! You would willingly break the law because you want to smell good! Have you lost your ever loving mind?”

As she strained the potion through three layers of cheesecloth, she looked over her shoulder. “I suppose that I am, and yes, I have lost my mind. If you happen to find it will you be so kind as to return it to me? Oh, and my mother also calls me a heathen.”

He snatched the small jar out of the sink that Leah had just filled with the brew. “I will not allow you to leave this lab with this!”

She raised an eyebrow. “Give me one reason why not! And don’t start again with that whole ‘illegal if drank’ crap, because I’m neither going to drink it, nor am I going to give it to someone.”

He crossed his arms in a defiant gesture, still holding the jar. “Fine, as a potions master, I do not feel that you are equipped to be able to handle such a potion in a safe way.”

Leah sneered. “Fine, then, I’ll just come down here every morning and bathe and you can put it on me, since I’m not capable of ‘handling’ such a potion. After all, you are the expert.”

He growled and shoved the potion in her hands. Leah looked at the pale pink potion and smiled at the tall man. She took a deep breath. “Severus, I’ve made this potion on and off for years. You don’t have to worry about me misusing it. It will strictly be an after shower gel. If I misuse it in any way, feel free to turn me in to the Ministry.”

He narrowed his eyes and stalked away, leaving her to clean up her mess. As she washed out the cauldron, she began to sing to herself, thinking about the two men she’d become entangled with. When she finished, she put the ingredients back in the storeroom and stowed the cauldron on the bottom shelf.

The next two weeks passed in a blur for Leah. She spent quite a bit of time reading books on magical theory, finding it fascinating. She and Remus spent quite a bit of time outdoors, enjoying the summer sunshine and discussing everything from classical literature to magic to Leah’s friends and even comparing pranks.

Before she knew it, it was the twenty-fifth of July, and she and Remus were to floo to Grimmauld place. She was packing her bag when the portrait to her quarters banged open. She looked through her bedroom door as Snape walked in. “Taking a sally into London with the werewolf, I see.”

Looking Severus up and down she said, “I can’t imagine that you’d read something as entertaining as Don Quixote.”

She turned around and finished packing. He put his hand gently on her shoulder and when she looked at him, he was not sneering, nor did he have his usual impassive mask in place. Severus Snape looked tired. He looked much older than his thirty-seven years. “You could be in danger, going with Lupin. If Malfoy were to see you with him…” He left the sentence hanging.

She sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her. “What would you have me do, Severus? I feel like some agoraphobe being cooped up in this castle all summer. I’ve got the chance of a lifetime to actually get out and see some of the wizarding world, and you don’t want me to go because you so nicely introduced me to Lucius Malfoy.” Her words were harsh though her voice registered no malice toward the man standing next to her.

“Would you be willing to wear a complicated glamour? One that only the caster could remove?”

“If it meant getting away from this castle, I’d eat a scarab beetle. Of course I’d wear a glamour. Look, there isn’t much that I wouldn’t do to ensure the safety of those around me. You all have done no less, well, except for you maybe,” she added with a smirk.

He frowned and led the way out of her quarters. She met Remus in the hall and took his offered arm. “Lupin, when we get to the Headmaster’s office, I’m going to cast a glamour on Leah so that when you go to Diagon Alley she will not be recognized. I believe that it will be safer for both of you that way,” Snape said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Someone might think that you care, Severus,” Remus quipped with a smile.

The trio stepped onto the revolving staircase and made their way up to Dumbledore’s office. The Headmaster greeted them each before Severus cast the necessary spells. Leah stood quite still as the magic washed over her. When she opened her eyes, Albus conjured a mirror. She chuckled as she looked at her reflection. Her hair was now shoulder length, layered, and blue-black. Her eyes were a warm chocolate brown and round instead of almond shaped. Leah’s skin was darkened with a golden tan. Her small nose was lengthened tastefully and her lips were full and pouty. “Severus, I do believe that I could pass for a distant cousin of yours now,” she grinned flashing the only thing that did not change, her almost perfectly straight teeth.

Remus and Albus laughed at her admission, but laughed harder when Leah stepped up to the scowling man and kissed his cheek, thanking him. He blushed and turned quickly, exiting the office.

“Shall we be off, my dear?” Remus asked still grinning.

“That would be wonderful, Remus,” she replied.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and threw floo powder in the hearth as he called out, “Grimmauld Place!”

They stepped out into the kitchen of the house and Leah glanced around. She was already in love with the kitchen. It was huge! He led her up to the first landing telling her which room was which. He opened a door on the right hand side of the hall and said, “This is going to be your room. I know it’s not much, but the bed’s good,” he said shyly.

She took in the well worn hand quilted quilt and the scuffed up bureau and vanity. The bed wasn’t in much better shape, but it did look comfortable, for a twin. “It’s perfect, Remus. I do so love hand-made quilts.”

She flopped down on the bed and the ancient feather pillow made a ‘poof!’ sound when her head hit it. “Definitely perfect,” she said again.

She followed Remus across the hall to his room and smiled at the well-lived in room. “This place really has a homey feeling to it, well, once you get past the initial creepy feeling, it does.”

They walked back downstairs and he made tea. The two spent the rest of the afternoon quietly talking and touring the large house. After they ate a small supper, they retired to the sitting room with a glass of white wine each. Remus sprawled out on the couch and Leah settled in between his legs, with her back against his chest. Albus had given her a book of wizarding crossword puzzles and she’d enlisted Remus’ help on them. There were spells, traditions, and potions that Leah didn’t quite understand, or know about and as she came upon them, he would tell her about them.
That was how Severus found them, sitting cozily on the couch, talking softly about some antiquated wizarding tradition. “Aren’t you two just so sweet that it makes me want to vomit?” He drawled, the question dripping with sarcasm.

Leah looked over her shoulder at Remus and then at the tall wizard. “I think we are,” she smirked. “What’s up? Everything’s okay at Hogwarts, isn’t it?”

“I just came to double check the glamour, that’s all.”

“Sure you did,” Leah giggled. “While you’re here, would you be interested in a glass of wine? We’ll share.”

Snape rolled his eyes and sat down in the well-worn wingback chair. Leah went into the kitchen and grabbed one of the wineglasses from the freezer, filling it up for him. She brought it back in the sitting room to find the two men staring at each other, the tension in the air palpable. “Ok,” she said as she handed Severus his glass, “who started it?”

Remus broke the staring contest when he looked at the now raven-haired young woman. “It’s nothing,” he said impassively, waving her off.

She shrugged her shoulders and plopped down on the other end of the couch, putting her feet in Remus lap. He ran his fingers up and down the top of her foot as she asked, “What’s a ‘nine letter word for “Dumbledore’s delight”’?”

Remus laughed and Snape snorted before they both said at the same time, “Lemon drop!”

She giggled at their reaction. “Guys, that’s two words!”

Severus sobered quickly while Remus was still fighting and losing with a bout of the giggles. Leah was chewing on the end of her quill when it came to her. She looked up with a triumphant gleam in her eyes and said, “Monkshood!”

Both men looked at her funny. “Aconite?” Snape asked and at the same time Remus asked, “Wolfsbane?”

“Really, Severus, you mean to tell me that you didn’t have to learn the old folk names for herbs in your apprenticeship? I read that…well, I read that in one of my muggle herb books…I can’t remember which now, though. Aconite is known to attract bumblebees when in bloom. Dumbledore is, I think, Middle English slang for bumblebee. It’s been too long since I had my word classes.”

She went back to her crossword, randomly asking for answers, like she was with Remus. After the laugh they’d gotten over her first question, things weren’t quite as tense. Soon, Leah was yawning, sleepy from the alcohol in her system. She got up and bowed her head at the men in the room. “Gentlemen, I do believe that I’m going to bed now.”

They both stood and followed her to her room. Not wanting to do anything to cause a fight, she put her hand on Remus cheek. He leaned in to the touch. “Thank you for bringing me here. I’ve seriously needed to get away from Hogwarts and this is perfect.”

She smiled at Severus. “And thank you for looking out for me. I’ve never had anyone to think about my well-being.”

Remus kissed her cheek, bidding her a good night and went back downstairs. Severus stood at her door for a moment before giving her a tight smile and brushing his fingers through her short hair. “You’re welcome,” he said. “Sleep well.”

She could see the longing in his eyes and wanted to tell him that she and Remus were simply finding comfort in each other, in a cruel, mad world. As she changed into one of those ridiculous silk nightgowns that Albus gave her, she got her first glimpse at her glamour-ed body. Severus had not changed anything but her skin tone. She was still tall and muscular, yet soft and curvy, in short, womanly. She walked up the hall to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. When she came out, Remus was standing at the other end of the hall. He smiled as she swept up to her bedroom door in her gown. “Well?” She asked him.

He shook his head and she left her bedroom door open. It was only moments before he walked in wearing a pair of well-worn cotton pajama pants and his dressing gown. She scooted over, next to the wall and he dropped his gown and slid in. She snuggled into his warm body and sighed. “This is nice,” she whispered.

“It is,” he replied, running his fingers through her dark tresses.

After they dressed and ate breakfast, Leah and Remus went to Diagon Alley. Remus humored the young woman after they stopped at Quality Quidditch Supply's to get Harry's birthday gift by letting her drag him to all of the shops. First they stopped at Flourish and Blott's so that Leah could inspect some of the books. She was completely in awe of the place and wandered around the tomes until Remus had to forcibly pull her out. Next they went to Madame Malkin's and Leah browsed the robes there. Afterward, they walked down to the Magical Menagerie and she cooed at the creatures there. Remus tried to get her to go into Ollivander's, at the every end of the alley, but Leah refused. Finally, late in the afternoon, they stopped at Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor for a scoop of ice cream.

"Diagon Alley is really busy on Saturdays, isn't it?" She asked, still excited about being able to be around real witches and wizards.

"It is, and that's the biggest reason that I don't come here unless I absolutely have to on the weekend. There are just too many people crowding the street."

"Are you ready to go home, then? I'm ready when ever you are, Remus."

The werewolf paid for their ice cream and they used the floo from the Leaky Cauldron to get back to Grimmauld Place. Immediately, Leah stripped off the light robe she'd been wearing and took it up to her room. When she came down, she had most of her dark hair pulled up and was pushing back the strands that were too short to tuck behind her ear. "Now I remember why I let my hair grow long," she said with a smile.

They ate a light supper and spent the rest of the night simply resting. Leah sat in the floor at Remus feet, doing more wizarding crosswords as he read the latest magazine on defense. Severus and Dumbledore walked in to find Leah in the floor with Remus absently running his fingers through her hair. "I see all went well at Diagon Alley today!"

Remus looked up and smiled. "It did, though I didn't think I was ever going to be able to get back here. Leah here dragged me through the whole place twice and wanted to go down Knockturn."

Leah frowned and looked up at Remus. "No I did not!" She exclaimed.

He snickered. "What can I do for you this fine night, Albus?"

"Actually," the old man began as he pulled a pouch from his robe and enlarged it, "I came by to see Leah and to bring her some entertainment."

The young woman looked up and grinned. "Really? What is it?"
He handed her the bag and told her to open it. At the top was a charmed CD player, and there were fifty or more CD's under it. She gently pulled out the player and began going through the music, splitting it into three piles. Every so often, she'd gasp or giggle when she came upon an especially loved album. The men watched her as she sorted through the music and when she picked up the smallest of the stacks and put them back in the bag, Dumbledore laughed. "I take it these aren't to your liking, then?"

She grinned and replied, "No, I try to stay away from hard core rap. I prefer soul and R&B to it. Albus, I can't believe that you have all of the Foo Fighters, Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails, and Metallica albums! You've got the best taste in music! She popped a CD in that was purely black on the top. It wasn't long until she was jamming along to the music. Albus stood. "I do believe my work is done here."

He stepped back through the floo into his office as Severus watched the young woman in a completely open and obviously blissful state. "We were never like that, were we Severus?" Remus asked, an indefinable emotion shining in his eyes as he looked at Leah.

"No," Snape whispered, "we couldn't afford to be. We were at war."

Each man watched her for several minutes until she began to sing. Her voice was a low, sultry alto; compared to the almost soprano that it was normally. "New blood joins this earth, and quickly he's subdued, through constant pain, disgrace, the young boy learns their rules…"

Her face no long held a smile. Her brows furrowed and she frowned as she rocked her head back and forth to the beat of the music. "With time the child draws in, this whipping boy done wrong deprived of all his thoughts, the young man struggles on and on, he's known, a vow unto his own that never from this day his will they'll take away…"

Remus was thinking about a young raven-haired man that would soon be turning seventeen while Severus sat in his chair, horrified that someone would write a song about his life. Leah was oblivious as she began to play the chords on an air guitar. She stopped singing when Remus touched her shoulder. Opening her eyes, she blushed. "I'm sorry. Was I singing too loud?"

Smiling, Remus answered, "No, you weren't too loud at all. That's a rather interesting song you were singing, though."

"Oh," was her only reply.

Severus decided that it was time for him to do what he came to do and leave. He stood and said, "I do believe that I've endured enough of your caterwauling. I only came with Albus to release your glamour since you've had your day out." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Leah. "Finite Incantatum.".

The magic melted away and suddenly, Leah's eyes were blue and green again, her hair was long and brown, and she was much fairer complexion. She smiled at the dark wizard. "Thank you, Severus. I feel very refreshed after my day out and it's all because of you."

He nodded curtly and left flooing back to his quarters at Hogwarts. Leah settled back down at Remus feet and changed out CD's. She put in Enya's 'The Celts'. She just leaned back and let the music flow over her. It was not long until she was nodding off. Remus noticed it and decided that the bed would be a good place for them both. He tapped her shoulder and she turned the CD player off and they went to bed.

It was just after sunrise when Leah felt Remus kiss her forehead. She kept her eyes closed but smiled and muttered, "Morning."

She really didn't want to get up and when he moved to leave the bed, she held tightly to him. "It's Sunday," she whined, "can we just stay in bed a little longer?"

He of course, agreed to stay in bed for a little while longer. Leah snuggled in closer and ran a hand up his bare chest. "When I go home, I'm going to miss this, Remus," she whispered.

He covered her hand with his and answered, "I know."

They lay in bed, talking of inconsequential things for almost two hours before they got up. Leah showered while he cooked breakfast. They spent most of the day cleaning the house, readying it for Harry's party on the thirtieth. Molly decided to have his party early so they all could spend the day of his birthday in Diagon Alley shopping. Everyone was due at Grimmauld Place some time Tuesday afternoon.

That evening, Remus walked around the block to the liquor store and bought a few things. He and Leah were celebrating the cleaning of the house. It had taken them most of the day using both magical and muggle methods. He came back quickly and set the bag on the table. She excitedly pulled everything out and grinned. "I still don't know why you requested all of this stuff," Remus said smiling.

"You'll see, now got find that elusive deck of cards that you are insisting are in the study."

Remus left the kitchen as Leah grabbed a bowl and began mixing drinks. When he came back, he was carrying an almost brand new deck of cards. "Can you crush the ice in the freezer for me? I'm almost done here, and then we can get our drinks and play cards!"

He used his wand and made quick work of crushing the ice. Leah poured two glasses full and dumped the ice in the rest, setting it in the freezer. She then put a CD in the player (The Wallflowers: Bringing Down the Horse) and Remus transfigured the headphones into a small speaker so they could both hear the music. The duo began drinking margaritas and playing Gin Rummy. It wasn't long until Leah had effectively wiped the floor with him and they were both laughing at his inability to win at it.

After a few more rounds of the frozen drink, they began playing poker. Remus was quite good at this game and Leah found herself losing more than one hand in a row. She Changed CD's out again (Nirvana: In Utero) and Remus wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Ugh! You call that music?"

"Actually, I do," Leah retorted as she won that hand of poker, "but if you don't like it, I'm sure I can find something else."

While she rummaged through the pile of CD's, Remus refilled their glasses. "Margaritas are all gone, now." He stated simply.

"Pity," said the deep velvety voice from the kitchen door.

Leah stopped rummaging and Remus stopped shuffling the cards. They looked up to see Severus leaning casually against the doorjamb, cheeks flushed, and a half drank bottle of firewhiskey in his hand. The two at the table looked at each other and quirked an eyebrow before looking back at the dark man. "My, my, it seems someone's been abusing that innocent bottle of firewhiskey. That's okay, we've spent most of the night in Margarita-ville. What do you say to a game of high stakes poker?"

Severus swaggered into the room and sat at the end of the table. "What are the stakes?"

“We’ll make them up as we go. So far, Remus and I have been playing for toothpicks,” she answered as she divided her ‘winnings’ and gave some of them to Snape.

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders. When Remus and Leah finished their margaritas, they opened a bottle of brandy that was in the cabinet. After another hour, all three were thoroughly drunk. In his drunken state, Severus relaxed and let the two with him peek behind the mask he’d always worn. He had them both rolling with laughter as he smirked and made scathing comments about their card playing.

By the time they’d finished playing cards, Severus had shed his robes and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt. His normally sallow face showed a healthy, rosy glow. “Remus,” Leah said as she got up and rummaged through a cabinet, “have you got a galleon on you? I think we are sufficiently drunk as to play a muggle drinking game. Ah ha!!” She exclaimed as she pulled a shot glass out of the cabinet.

Remus dug around in his pocket and pulled out the coin. It was just larger than a quarter and Leah smirked. “This will be perfect! Have either of you heard of a game called ‘Quarters’?” When both men shook their head ‘no’, she continued. “The object of the game is to bounce the coin in the shot glass. There are a couple of different ways to play it. If you miss, you have to take a shot. If you make it, the other two have to take a shot each. Well, either that or you can choose who you want to take the shot, but I like the other way better, so we’ll play that way.”

She took the coin, aimed, and miraculously made it. Remus fill the glass with firewhiskey and Severus shot it, then the werewolf filled it again and shot it. They went around the table several times, missing more than making it. Finally, Severus pushed away from the table, stood and swayed before ungracefully falling back in his chair. “I do believe that I am rather drunk,” he slurred and then giggled.

The uncharacteristic action from the usually stoic man sent the other two into fits of laughter. Leah stood and swayed a bit before she found her equilibrium. “Ha! I’m not as drunk as you! Remus, think we can get him upstairs so he can sleep it off?”

The dark man looked at her with unfocused eyes. “I’ll just floo,” he tried to say. (It came out as ‘Iiii jessss fooo.’)

“No, I don’t think flooing would be a good idea, Severus. I don’t think the house elves would appreciate you blowing chunks all over your hearth rug in the dungeons.” Leah replied as she leaned down and draped his arm around her shoulder. “Up you go, big guy! Let’s get you upstairs.”

He thought about protesting, but her scent abruptly cut off any coherent thoughts in his brain. Remus got his other side and the three staggered up the stairs, leaning on each other. They opened the first door on the left and went into Remus’ room. When they tried to put him on the bed, he tightened his grip on Leah and rolled under her. They landed on the bed with the young woman lying across his chest. Her reaction at being pulled down was a squeak followed immediately by a giggle. “Ever had a three-some?” Severus asked, humor glittering in his usually unexpressive eyes.

Leah’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped into an ‘O’. The she grinned and answered, “No, but then, I haven’t found the right men, yet.”

He pulled her head down and kissed her. Breaking the kiss he answered, “Yes you have. Remus?”

The werewolf was standing there with his eyes glazed over in lust, finding the kiss they shared to be one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen. He answered by pulling Leah up and flush with his body, and into a passionate kiss. “You have,” he whispered onto her lips as they broke apart.

Severus sat up on the bed. “This single bed with never do,” he said to himself as he pulled out his wand and transfigured it into a king sized sleigh bed. “Better,” he muttered, pulling Leah and Remus on the bed with him.

She was maneuvered onto the middle of the bed with one man on either side of her, both giving her a feral look. She sat up and leveled a stern gaze at both of them. “There’s only one thing I want to point out, one rule. This is all about me and my pleasure.”

Both men appraised her and then looked at each other. “Is there really any other way to have a three-some?” Remus asked as he ran a hand through Severus’ hair.

Severus began to nibble on her earlobe as Remus unbuttoned the shirt she wore. The dark wizard kissed every new bit of skin that Remus uncovered. As Severus worked his way down, kissing her torso, Remus moved back up to kiss her. The sensation of having two pairs of hands exploring her body was almost as pleasurable as the spell Severus had put on her a couple of weeks before. She moaned in ecstasy as the tall wizard dipped his tongue in her bellybutton and then flicked his tongue over the ring in it a time or two.

The werewolf focused on ravaging her neck, licking and gently nipping her, finding all of the sensitive spots. Her whole body arched suddenly and her head thrashed back and forth as she moaned when she felt a hot tongue sweep from her ankle, all the way down the top of her foot to her toes.

Leah pulled herself up onto her elbows again and looked at the two perfect men in the bed with her. “How come you two are still dressed?” She asked, her voice laden with lust.

She pulled herself up onto her knees and began to undress the blonde haired man. Severus scooted up behind her and began his ministrations on her neck and shoulders, causing her to temporarily forget her task. Remus guided her back to undressing him with a gentle kiss. As their tongues tangled for dominance, he guided her hands back to his shirt and helped her finish her task. She pushed his shirt off of his chest and sighed into his lazy kiss as she lightly scraped her blunt fingernails down his slightly hairy chest.

He broke the kiss by throwing his head back and moaning. The raven-haired wizard pulled her back against him and whispered, “Beautiful, isn’t he? Are you going to leave me clothed or is it my turn?”

She leaned back into his body, instantly aware of his hardness pressed against her back. “Your turn,” she whispered as she turned her head and pulled his face toward hers in a hungry, bruising kiss.

Remus sat back and stroked himself through his trousers as he watched his lover quickly undress his childhood rival. He always appreciated the soft, rounded beauty of a woman, but after Sirius, he’d learned quickly that the hard, flat planes of a man could be just as sexy. Before he caught himself, he’d reached out and ran his callused fingers down the smooth alabaster chest of his former rival.

Both Leah and Severus stopped and looked at Remus. His eyes were uncertain until the tall wizard leaned over the young woman and captured his lips. She groaned appreciatively watching them before getting both of their attentions by running a single finger up the tented crotch of their trousers. When they broke apart, both were panting. “I believe these need to go,” she said seductively.

Both men scrambled off of the bed to get out of the rest of their clothing as Leah slowly stripped off her bra, followed by her shorts, which she threw and they landed on Severus’ shoulder. He shrugged them off and crawled back on the bed, his prick standing straight up proudly. Severus slithered up her nude body kissing and licking every patch of skin he could reach. He nibbled on her hipbone before spreading her legs slightly and running the tip of his tongue up her slit.

Remus watched from his side of the bed and began to stroke himself. As Severus settled himself between her legs, he kissed the inside of her thighs. His finger probed her wet folds. When he caught her clitoris between his fingers and squeezed gently, Leah’s whole body arched up and she moaned loudly. Remus kept stroking himself as he leaned over and kissed her, swallowing her moan.

Under the skillful ministrations of the potions master, Leah quickly became a quivering, boneless mass of sexual tension. He’d kiss and lap at her pussy, paying special attention to her clit until she’d begin writhing and panting and he’d stop and kiss her legs and hips. The third time he did this, she broke away from Remus’ kiss and scowled at him. “You’re killing me,” she whined. “Please…”

Severus smirked and crawled up her body, planting kisses across her stomach and ribcage. He was a hairsbreadth away from her lips as he spoke. “You’ll come when I’m buried balls deep in you, not before then.”

He crashed their lips together. Leah could taste herself on his tongue and she tried to sit up and push herself over on top of him, switching their positions. He pulled back and smirked. “I don’t think so,” he said as he mumbled something and tied her hands to the headboard. “Remus here hasn’t had his turn yet.”

The werewolf moaned again as he stroked himself. “I was enjoying watching, Severus. Now, though…” He left the sentence unfinished as he leaned over and licked at Leah’s nipples.

Severus leaned back and began to stroke himself, watching the young woman writhe and pant. A light sheen of sweat had broken out along her body. Her body was flushed a beautiful pink.

After worshiping her body for several minutes, Remus released the binding spell pulled her up and turned her over. Leah was almost in tears from lack of release. She whimpered as he ran his finger down her exposed twat. She was dripping wet. He teased her for a moment by running the head of his cock up and down her slit before slamming into her.

Remus stilled himself before he lost control. Leah’s keening noises did nothing to strengthen his resolve. She wiggled her hips and begged him to move. The werewolf forced himself to take long, slow strokes. Leah moaned and whined until Severus grabbed her hair and tilted her head back, capturing her lips. “I want you,” he growled.

Leah whimpered again. She knew that she’d never be able to last with Remus taking his time. She reached out and pulled on Severus’ rock hard cock. He understood her request and go on his knees. Remus slammed into her as she took the dark haired man’s weeping prick in her mouth. The force caused her to moan around the organ. She worked the cock with her lips and tongue, eliciting deep throaty moans from Severus.

She let the organ slip from her mouth when Remus reached around her and circled her clit with his fingertip. She threw her head back and shamelessly met him stroke for body slapping stroke as her long held off orgasm flooded through her body. Her passionate screams would have been heard out in the street had it not been for the hastily erected silencing charms.

Remus gripped her hips as he grunted and howled out the best orgasm of his life, spilling his seed in her womb. He collapsed against her back, practically holding her up. He kissed along her spine before lifting her onto his thighs. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and kissed him, pouring all of her desire into the kiss.

Severus stroked himself as he watched her orgasm flood through her body. He almost came when she began to scream. He pulled her out of the kiss with Remus causing the other man to pull out of her. Severus took one of her hands and wrapped her fingers around his needy cock. “You aren’t finished yet,” he purred.

She whimpered in sated delight as his voice washed over her, setting all of her nerve endings on fire with the promise of what was to come. Remus sprawled out on the other side of the bed to catch his breath and enjoy watching the show that was about to begin.

Severus gently laid her on her back and ran a large, pale hand across her erect nipples. “Oh God,” she panted, pleasure coursing through her whole body. Leah was unsure if she’d make it through the night.

He kissed her gently as he entered her tight, slick hole. He pulled her legs up on his shoulders and thrust slow and deep. She lay there with her eyes shut tightly, almost unable to breathe. Severus dropped her legs and leaned in. “Open your eyes,” he whispered, his voice husky with lust. “Just breathe and let me do all of the work.”

Her whole body quivered as her passion began to rise again. He worshipped her body with his hands as he took slow strokes. Her body was slick with sweat and her mind fuzzy, in post coital bliss. Finally, he stopped. “Leah,” he said, “I want you to ride me. Let’s go at your pace.”

He pulled out gently and lay on his back. She seemed to come to life as she impaled herself on his cock. Leah gazed down at Severus and saw all of the emotions that usually held back. She began to rock back and forth slowly. In no time, she was back to her energetic self and was gliding up and down his cock with fervor. Her moans became louder and Remus who had been watching the whole thing was hard again, his prick definitely interested in what was going on.

He pulled a vial of oil out of the nightstand next to him and crawled over behind the young woman. He stilled her hips and she looked back at him with a questioning look. “Just lean over and pay attention to Severus. He’s the one you’re fucking right now. I’m going to prepare you for me.”

She raised an eyebrow at Remus and looked at Severus. He smirked and pulled her down into a bone-melting kiss. The werewolf dipped his fingers in the oil and rubbed her puckered entrance. He slipped one finger in and Leah gasped. Severus relentlessly attacked her mouth, trying to divert her attention. It only worked marginally.

When Remus had her prepared, he poured oil all over his renewed erection. He stroked himself to coat his cock and then sat the blunt head against her stretched entrance and pushed gently. Leah groaned in pain as he stretched her until she felt as though she would break in half. His progress stopped as he soothed her by rubbing up her thighs and around her bottom.

Severus put one of his potion stained fingers to her lips and she took it in her mouth, sucking the digit, laving it with her tongue. Remus began to move again, but Severus distracted her by pulling his finger from her mouth and biting her neck. Her skin came up in goose pimples when he did that, and she moaned loudly.

Finally, Remus was buried in her hot, tight channel. He began to slowly thrust and encouraged her to move under him. In no time, the three had found a rhythm to the ancient dance they were dancing. Severus began to buck his hips up meeting the two atop him thrust for slow thrust. The deep velvet sound of his need pushed Remus to quicken his pace. Soon, Severus was crying out his orgasm as Leah came for the second time of the night screaming ‘Oh God!’ The tensing of her whole body pushed Remus over the edge as he came, panting ‘Leah’ over and over again.

The three were still drunk, yet completely sated. When they separated, Remus cast a cleansing charm and the three settled in for some much-needed sleep. Leah laid between the men with her arm around Severus waist and Remus with his arm around hers, kissing her shoulder and neck. “I could get used to this,” She said as they drifted off. Murmurs of agreement were the last thing she heard.

Some time around eleven AM the next morning, the door to Grimmauld Place opened up and admitted eight people. Two pairs of feet noisily climbed the stairs with a skinny bespectacled young man calling out “Remus!! We’re here early!!”

Harry threw the door open to Remus’ room with Ron quick on his heels. The second declaration of arriving early died in his throat, though, at the sight that met him. The two young men were appalled to find a shirtless Remus, who’d become a mentor to them, in the bed asleep and not a foot from their hated potions master, who was equally shirtless. Both men were lying on their sides facing each other with Leah tucked down under the cover between them.

Ron’s face drained of all color at the sight in front of him. Suddenly, the quilt began to move between the men as Leah struggled to sit up between her lovers. Her head popped up from the edge of the quilt and she grinned stupidly at the teens. She put her finger to her mouth and said in a stage whisper, “Shhh, they’re sleeeeeeping!” Then she giggled.

At that precise moment, Hermione and Ginny made it to the top of the stairs to the boys. “Harry what’s…” Ginny began as the color drained from Harry’s face while the young woman talked.

He pointed to Leah who was still giggling at the looks on their faces. Hermione grabbed Ron’s arm, he jumped and said, “Eeep!!” before turning to look at his girlfriend and sister.

Before Hermione could suggest leaving, a long, pale arm snaked out from under the quilt. None of the teens would have believed that the words he spoke would ever come from their potions master’s mouth, but the Dark Mark proudly emblazoned on the muscular and well defined arm brooked no argument. His large hand covered Leah’s face and he pushed her down onto the pillow. The usually silky voice of their potions master was roughened with sleep as he said, “If you must use that sinful mouth this early in the morning, the least you could do it use it to service my cock instead of making that infernal racket.”

The teens could hear more giggles erupt from the unknown young woman as Severus moved in closer to her under the cover. (None of the teens would dare call it snuggling or cuddling!) Hermione and Ginny grabbed their mortified boyfriends and dragged them back downstairs. Both young men were still daze when they walked into the study. “Uh, Ron,” Harry asked, still pale and shaking.

“Yeah?” Ron croaked.

“Can I see your wand?”

The red head looked at his best friend. “What for?”

“Mine’s in my trunk, and I really need to scourgify my brain of that image.”

The girls both broke out in gales of laughter, but Harry was completely serious. Hearing his most hated professor say the word ‘cock’ frightened him and he didn’t know why.

Back upstairs, Remus was drooling slightly on his pillow and Severus had turned over and was snoring softly. Leah was suppressing her giggles, remembering the look on the faces of the boys. She decided that he was going to get up and make some coffee for herself and Severus and make Remus some tea.

She looked around for her clothes, but only found Severus’ button up shirt from the night before. As tall as she was, it still hung almost to her knees, so as she buttoned the buttons, she figured that it would have to do to make tea in. She also found a cotton dressing gown and put it on, tying it at her waist.

As she walked down the flight stairs, she hummed a little tune. She was in her own little world, wrapped up in the scents of her lovers. The next thing everyone heard was the tell-tell *THUMP* *THUMP* *pause* *THUMP* of someone falling down the stairs.


A/N3: Two quick things: Firstly, did anyone catch the irony of Remus drooling? LOL and Two, no this is not the end, I promise!!

Also, the songs/albums/lyrics listed herein are property of their writers, music labels, and the artists.

**Hammurabi's Code: Hammurabi was a Mesopotamian king who had the first written law. It is where we originally got the phrase 'An eye for an eye'.