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A Wolf's Soul	By : sinfulsanctuary Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Thirteen – The Shrieking Shack

The N.E.W.Ts went okay, I think. I did my best, and I was very confident I had passed all of them. How well I had passed, remained to be seen. But I was pretty sure I did Outstanding in Defence Against the Dark Arts. I even got bonus points for managing to produce a corporeal Patronus. The examiner didn't react to the shape of the Patronus, so it was either more normal than I thought, or he thought it was a common wolf. The latter wasn't very reassuring, given that he judged in Defence.

It felt strange not to see Remus around the castle anymore. It seemed I was almost the only one who was upset by it. Tia sure wasn't. I had tried talking with her, after she shared her repulsion about Remus as a werewolf. But she was still prejudiced. There was no reasoning with her, no convincing her that Remus really was a good wizard. All the good things he had done over the year were clearly forgotten, and all she and everyone else could see was the monster that appeared only one night each month. The monster they had never really seen.

I could not be friends with a person like that. It was a shame, because I really loved Tia. She had been my best friend for seven years, she had been with me through hell and back. But if she was so repulsed by the best teacher we ever had, the wizard I was in love with, for something he didn't want or couldn't control, then I couldn't be friends with her anymore. If she one day changed her mind, I would see what could happen.

For now I had made it very clear where our friendship was, and was spending my last school days as good as alone.

Still, time went by fast. Before I knew it I was on the Hogwarts Express home. And in two weeks I would be going back to Hogsmeade to meet Remus. It was now that time went slow. Mum and dad were wondering why I was so restless, but I didn't want to tell them yet. I had a feeling they would support me, after the initial shock, but I didn't see the point in telling them before I knew if there was any future for me and Remus together.

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After two long and gruelling weeks July 1st arrived. To my amazement I wasn't nervous, only calmly excited. I had found my prettiest and sexiest outfit, but still being informal and comfortable. Freshly laundered summer robes, and hair loose around my face. Remus wouldn't be able to resist me in this.

I told my parents I was going to Hogsmeade for some shopping. So I wasn't really lying. Around noon I Apparated to the designated Apparition spot and walked into The Three Broomsticks.

Remus was already there, sipping a Butterbeer. I walked over, blushing and feeling butterflies in my stomach at the mere sight of him and from finally feeling his vibrations again. He looked good, healthier than when he left Hogwarts.

"Hi, Remus," I greeted as I reached his table.

He looked up and smiled when he saw me. "Hello, Niamh. Sit down."

I slid into the seat. Then he pushed a mug of Butterbeer towards me.

"It's still warm."

So was his voice. It may be a hot summer's day, but hearing Remus' voice again warmed me as if it had been a snowstorm outside, heating everything from deep in my marrow to the hairs on my skin. "Thank you," I said and laid my hands around the warm glass. "How are you doing?"

"I'm very well, physically. Mentally, a bit tired. But I've had a lot of time to think this last month." The tiredness shone through to his eyes.

"Sirius Black?"

He nodded. "I promised I would tell you about that, but we have all day. Or do you have anywhere you need to be?"

"No no, I'm all yours until you get tired of me." I smiled playfully.

"Good. So how are you doing?"

"I'm fine. It's a bit bittersweet having left Hogwarts. But I guess I'll forget all about that when I start looking for jobs. Which I will get to next week. I've just been resting since I came home."

"Your N.E.W.T results haven't arrived yet?"

"No, should be another two weeks, I was told."

He nodded, and just looked at me for a few moments.

"What?" I had to ask.

"Oh, nothing." He shook his head. "It's just wonderful to see you again."

I blushed, and hid my face by taking a long sip of my Butterbeer.

"What do you say we get out of here?" he asked. "Go somewhere else, where we can talk more openly."

"Sure," I agreed.

He waved over Madam Rosmerta, the innkeeper, and asked if we could take our Butterbeers to go. She looked between us for a second with a slight frown, before she waved her wand and the glasses were replaced with plastic cups and we were on our way.

There were a lot of people outside in the streets. I didn't know how that would make our conversation more private. But the more we walked, the more I realised he had a special target in mind.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he led us on to a side street.

"I thought we could go to the Shrieking Shack. Unless you're afraid of the ghosts there?" He said the last part with a playful smirk that made my heart thump loudly.

"Ghosts? I hear it was really an angry werewolf that was living there. But apparently he's retired now."

"Really? Oh, well, I think I can protect you against that angry werewolf."

"He never seemed so angry to me though. Actually, I kind of like that particular werewolf. He's quite handsome."

Now it was Remus' turn to blush, and I was very proud of myself to have made him do so.

We reached the Shrieking Shack. I noticed it didn't look nearly as scary up close as it did from the streets of Hogsmeade. Yes, it was old and falling apart, but I thought it looked charming, in a strange way.

"So this is where you spent your nights as a werewolf when you were in school?"

We were standing by what appeared to be the main entrance, but it was bolted shut. I walked slowly around the corner, looking at everything, hearing Remus following me.

"Yes. And believe it or not, some of my fondest memories from school found place here or near here."

"Seriously?" I stopped and turned around to look at him.

"Seriously, it's part of the story I want to tell you."

"Can I look inside?" I asked.

"Of course, follow me." He led me to the back of the house, the side facing Hogwarts. His hands touched the walls, searching for something. Suddenly I heard a click, and he pushed open a door of some kind, only 5 feet high standing 2 feet above the ground. "In here." He climbed in, and held out his hand for me. I took it and let him guide me in.

It wasn't exactly as I pictured it. It was a lot more habitable, but very dusty. The first thing I did was sneeze fiercely.

"Are you okay?" Remus asked, holding my shoulder as I shook.

"I think so," I replied as I got over the worst. "It's the dust."

"Yes, it's enough of that in here to kill a person."

He still held my hand as he took me through the house. I hardly dared move my hand in case he would let me go.

"This is the room I always transformed in," he said. It looked like a bedroom, but the mattress was shredded. The bedposts were broken in several places. A mirror lay broken in a corner. The armoire had doubled over.

"Oh, Remus." I automatically tightened my hand around his. I could almost see a younger version of him writhing in pain on the floor, body changing into that of a beast, leaving his human side behind. "How could this house hold your best memories from school?"

"You'll see." I could hear him smiling.

He took me through the rest of the house. There was a dirty and disgusting kitchen, a living room that must have been very nice once upon a time, a hall with abandoned paintings, and two more bedrooms, one which held a piano that had amazingly been spared from the dust in the house.

Finally Remus led me outside again. This time he almost lifted me through the hole that worked as a door. It was the closest I had been to him since that last kiss in his office in June. As he put me down on the ground, he held onto me for a few seconds. I looked up at his face, he looked down at me. I desperately wanted to feel his lips again.

When it didn't seem like he would make a move to kiss me, I asked. "Can I kiss you?"

He answered by finally lowering his head to mine, letting our lips meet. It was better than I remembered. Warm, soft and absolutely perfect. And we were not bound by school morals, if someone were to see us now it wouldn't matter, we were free to do exactly what we wanted wherever we wanted. It made the whole thing even more exhilarating. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. I let my hands sneak up around his neck, weaving my fingers into his hair. Then I felt his tongue on my bottom lip, cautiously asking for permission to enter. I granted it, opening my mouth to him, letting our tongues meet in tentative greeting for the first time.

It was amazing what this was doing to my body, I could already feel myself getting excited. The taste of him, the feel of his warm body, the sensations it gave me was overwhelming. I had to use every ounce of control I had not to rip his clothes off and take him right there in front of the Shrieking Shack.

I think he noticed where my mind was heading, because he pulled back gently. With his eyes still closed, he leaned his head back and breathed out heavily. I let my head fall onto his chest, breathing just as roughly.

"That was... refreshing," he said, chuckling slightly.

"That's one word for it," I replied.

"Why don't we sit down and talk?"
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