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Unwanted pet * Complete*	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 12010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I know that I’m home, but I am buried under the tons of work, to describe precisely - I feel like I’m under the attack of at least two dozen angry bludgers - so, I will do my best to post a chapter every two - three days, but I can’t promise you more until 20th this month.
Who is Henry?

Following days passed uneventfully as two of them fell into the routine. Suddenly, Remus snapped out of the sleep. He listened carefully. It was the same sound; he thought he dreamt for past few weeks. Already accustomed to life in dungeons, he could judge with an ease that it was early morning, an hour before sunrise. He slowly pulled his wand underneath the pillow and rise. Snape’s bed was empty. Heavy panting with sharp expels of air was coming from the room with the cage. He crept out of the bed and sneaked to the doorway, peeking from what he perceived as a safe spot.
His jaw fell down. Whatever he expected, what he saw was not it. He quickly covered his mouth with a hand, crouching in a more comfortable position. He knew that a smart thing to do would be to just get to bed and forget about it all, but he was just too curious.
Snape was in the cage, dimly lighted with only one candle, naked from the waist up and barefooted. He just finished with push-ups and now he was doing sit-ups, breathing heavily, exhaling sharply with every upward thrust. Remus looked at his muscles flexing. Snape never looked much; he was slim on the verge of starvation. Even now, he could see the lines of his ribs. One thing Remus could not say about Snape was that he is physically weak. He remembered how strong his hand were. At least he understood now where that strength came from.
Snape finished with sit-ups and took a glass of water, drinking it fully. As he placed the glass on the floor, she filled with water instantly. Remus could not but marvel his skills. Snape stood up and started to breathe deeply and calmly, and then he moved. Remus watched in amazement, Snape’s movements were slow, fluid and almost poetic, many demanded a strong sense of balance. Remus was sure that he would tumble and fall if he was to do that, not to mention his muscles could not withhold that intensity of training. Snape was moving in the radius of one square meter, and now he was looking at man’s back. The contour of every muscle visible as he continued through the motions, focused on breathing. Watching him move was like watching a highly skilled dancer performing a mesmerizing dance. Time passed by, Remus could feel icy tingles of cramps numbing his legs, but he refused to move. It was almost sunrise, suddenly Snape exploded into a blur of motion, still using same movements but with such speed that made him almost gasp loudly. The fuzz of a speed that maintained the elegance of movements came to an abrupt end, the same way that started. He could see Snape's’ chest moving rapidly, but heartbeats were only slightly elevated. He watched as Snape drank another glass of water, placing it back on the same spot to refill.
Remus bit his lip when seemingly out of nowhere appeared large trunk of wood, high almost as Snape. Trunk laced with wooden bars scattered in irregular pattern sticking out. The Large base provided support or strange contraption, on the top of the trunk was a round shape that reminded him on a neck with a head. Snape flexed his neck muscles and inhaled a couple of times before approached it. Remus could see that Snape added a wand holster with a wand to his right arm. He watched with curiosity what is going to happen next, holding his breath. Snape slightly hit one bar setting a trunk in motion to rotate. Snape, started with slow movements, blocking bars then backed away rubbing his hand against injured ribs. He took a couple of breaths, flexed his muscles to relieve the tension and approached contraption again. This time he speeds up his movements, blocking, dodging and jumping the bars, taking good care to protect his wand. As Remus could see, his goal was to block the potential hits of bars and in the same time to hit the alleged head, neck or body of the trunk. As the time passed the speed of motions increased, but Snape still managed to maintain his stand, not once allowed bars to hit him. All of a sudden, Snape jumped back rolling on the ground and springing up kicking the ”head” with his foot as he flew through the air. Landing on the ground behind a contraption at safe distance. Remus could hear he breathe heavily, leaning slightly up front with hands on thighs. Finally, Snape walked to take another glass of water, loosening his wand at the same time and sending trunk back to wherever he came from. He placed the empty glass on another spot and the glass disappeared, soon soft towel appeared. He was watching Snape as he leaned to take a towel and wipe sweat from his body.
Filling as if he is doing something inappropriate, he continued watching Snape's muscles glistened with sweat. Snape dabbed his face than growled, he noticed a reason for frustration. Snape's hair, dampened from sweat started to curl up in rich locks. With a growl, Snape conjured a jar with some cream, took a swat of it on his fingers and rubbed it over hands. He applied the cream on his hair, instantly forcing it to fall down in lank, greasy looking limp form. Remus nearly chuckled; slight movement reminded him that he spent almost 2 hours in the same position. Still observing Snape, he tried to move, but his legs were numb and painful. Trying to stand up he fumbled making noise. Snape looked at his direction approaching, gleam in his eyes was bordering between annoyance and malice, malice spilt in his voice when he spoke
“Seeing something you like, Lupin?” Remus flinched, more from the sound than from pain in his legs. He gazed at Snape with spite
“What if I am?” replied with a smile
“Too bad, I am not interested.” retort Snape passing next to him
“May I ask you something?” Snape stopped and turned to him
“You may ask…” he trailed off. Remus was studying him; his gaze fell on Snape's arms and he noticed that Snape draped a towel over his left forearm
“What was that?”
“It is called keeping your body fit, you may try and exercising it sometimes. If that is all I would like to take a shower.”
Snape turned and walked toward the bathroom, not bothering to dress up. Suddenly Remus tried to reach him and stop before he entered, but his numb legs gave up halfway through and he dived head on towards the floor. With surprise, he landed in Snape's hands. Roughly, Snape pulled him upward and nearly dragged him in an armchair.
“Do not kill yourself Lupin, I do not desire to explain to Albus how you died trying to stalk and ogle at me.” Snape’s voice was poisonous. However, Remus was focusing on Snape's arm, in all the fumbling the towel slipped off exposing his left forearm. Snape hissed and took the fallen towel wrapping it around his hand again.
“I do not see the reason for your reaction Severus. It is well-known fact…” he stopped mid-sentence facing an ice-cold stare in Snape's eyes. Snape's voice was barely audible when he spoke
“Do try to find some other object of your attraction Lupin. As I told you before I. AM. NOT. INTERESTED.” Snape turned on heel and strolled into the bathroom. Remus blinked at the closed door trying to sort out what just happened. One moment Snape was…well just Snape, in the next he was an inch away from killing him with a look. He sighed, rubbing his numb legs: Maybe it is time to come clean with him, the joke went too far. Fighting the needles in his legs he stood up and slowly walked to the bathroom door, taking a long breath he banged his fist on the door.
“Do not even attempt to enter Lupin or you will die for sure!”
“I won’t, but I do have confession to make.” he yelled as the sound of water started to rush
“Oh and that could not wait? By all means, do tell.” Snape growled loud enough and grumbled more quietly ”With a bit of luck, maybe I will not hear.”
“You know how I told Pomona that my …preferences are well-known. It turns out that they are in fact well-known or known at all, only in this school. It is a funny story.” he yelled loud enough for Snape to hear him through the sound of water ”In our 5th year, me and Jimmy, the Ravenclaw fellow, one with funny coloured hair. Well, we were stealing some funny herbs from Greenhouse, and Pomona walked in. We panicked and Jimmy had that idea, we told her we are hiding so that no one would know we are a couple. You know how Pomona is a sucker for love stories; she gave us an invitation to use her Greenhouses whenever we want.” he stopped talking.
From the bathroom, he could hear a thump; Severus was swearing which was shocking enough, never before he heard him use foul language. Now Snape's vocabulary could make bottom feeders from Knockturn Alley blush. The sound of water stopped and the door suddenly opened. Snape was in pants, unbuttoned shirt, barefooted, his soaking hair was wetting the shirt. Snape advanced slowly wand pointed at him, with a murderous look on his face.
“Are you telling me that I am exposed to the school gossips based on the stupid prank?” Snape's voice was low, dangerous hiss. He swallowed hard this was not anticipated reaction. He raised his wand pointing it at Snape
“Are you telling me that you put me through the hell of a guilt, when all this time you could defend yourself?” growled back, hoping that attack is going to prove as good defensive tactic against Snape's cold anger.
“Do not tempt my patience, Lupin.”
“I was under the impression you would be relieved hearing that.”
“As usual, you are wrong.” coldly replied Snape, his voice dangerously low
“You are as bad as I am.” he tried again
“O, I can assure you, I am much worse Lupin. The thing I can do you don’t even dare to think about them.”
“Then why didn’t you? Why didn’t you stop me then, you are obviously more than capable.” he almost screamed
“Believe me Lupin; I would, gladly, if I could.” hissed Snape, an expression of pure annoyance spilt all over Snape’s face
“What stopped you?”
“…” Snape mumbled something, the man turned in resignation from him, placed his wand on the table and removed the soaked shirt, turning to look for new one.
“What did you say?”
“Albus.” Snape turned to him, eyes narrowed sardonically ”Albus bloody Dumbledore made me swear a wand oath to him. I cannot hurt or damage you in any way. Physical or psychological damage to your person is not an option for me. Why do you think you are still breathing to annoy me?”
“Albus, but…he must of… “
“Yes,” bitter tone coloured Snape’s voice ”he knew. I warned him. He just wanted to be sure that his pet werewolf would not be harmed in any way. So, consider yourself lucky.”
Snape finally managed to find a shirt, casting a drying spell on his hair he dressed and turning to his heal headed to the hallway
“Where are you going?”
“What are you? My wife?” snapped Snape and left the room. Remus felt lost, he sat in the armchair. Emotions overflow him. He knew how dangerous he could be, with all what was planned to, and obviously, Albus was aware of dangers. How could he? The feral werewolf was unpredictable and dangerous, Fenrir was a perfect example. What if the second potion didn’t work, Snape would be in imminent danger with no option to defend himself. Snape was in danger, and he didn’t defend himself reminded him a thin voice of his conciseness. Looking dully into the fire he wondered how many times in his life he is going to damage that man, how big his debt to Snape will be when he draws his last breath.
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Snape was pacing, finally alone in his room; he was pacing wearing a hole in the stone floor. He remembered, once in his early childhood when he was still attending Muggle school they took them to the zoo. He remembered seeing a tiger pacing in his cage, he could not understand it, and he could sense animal’s raw energy and frustration. At the time, he thought that in tiger’s place he would be still and wait his opportunity to escape. However, he could understand tiger now. He was pacing trying to subdue the feeling of frustration, the rage that compels him to destroy something, anything. The need to tear off the bars of the cage he was in and run. However, he was unable, the same way that tiger was unable to escape, trapped. Snorting at his own reluctance to gaze deep inside him and look for the source of his discomfort.
He stopped pacing and summoned a parchment; he crossed another line of text on it
Test reaction to cuts with silver in human form.
Talk to Doddy
Finish the paper; make sure to cut off Albus and his future meddling!
Break the Link
Stop administering the second potion
Two more things to do, only two more, and he’ll be free. At least as free as he could be. Closing his eyes he sighed, he was in dire need of potion, a Dreamless sleep; he would sell his soul for a night of rest. Words of a Shakespeare came to his mind. Agitation was still crawling beneath his skin. Soft pop snapped him to reality he looked at Dobby
“Yes?”
“Dobby is sorry to interrupt you Sir, but Henry…”
“Is he giving you a trouble?”
“No Sir, but Henry is missing his Professor Snape, Sir.”
“Just for a little while, Dobby.” he softly smiled
“All right Sir, Dobby will do his best to calm Henry down.” squeaked elf and disappeared
“Henry. Who is Henry?” Lupin’s voice made him spin. Lupin was standing, leaning at the doorway with a wide grin.
“None of your business.” he bit back feeling anger filling him again.
“If you told me,…”
“What?”
“I am imposing on your hospitality too much.” whispered Lupin ”But, you could, we…”
“There is no ‘we’ Lupin.”
“That is not what I meant. I could,…”
“You could what? Do you suggest that I am fickle as you are? I believe I did inform you that I am not interested before you revealed your hand too early Lupin. You would be a lousy card player.” he raised his eyebrows, suddenly realizing what was Lupin aiming at and grinned. Lupin’s face became wary; his own heart was racing like crazy.
“Severus if you need…”
“What I need Lupin is to hand that damned research paper and after tomorrow night not to set my eyes on you. Ever again would be a too soon.”
“We can hand paper now.” smiled Lupin. He was observing another man for a while, and then he picked up his teaching robe, dressing it as fast as he could. He summoned the stack of parchments and looked at Lupin
“Shall we?”
“Lead the way.” smiled Lupin, he had strong desire to pound that smile out of Lupin’s face. They walked through the hallways in silence, students were smiling at Lupin bus scattering out of their way.
“You are scaring them” sighed Lupin
“Good.” mumbled
“You know, they would pay more attention if you soften up to them a bit.” he just snorted, he had no will to be a nurturing and soft toward students. Caring was a luxury he was not willing to grant.
Suddenly, a student rusher between them, knocking hard at both of them.
“Longbottom!” bellowed and student froze in the motion, they approached him
“I…I’m….” stuttered the boy
“Running in the hallways is against school rules” he drawled ”That will be 10 points from Gryffindor.”
“Severus….”
“No one asked you for your opinion Lupin. Mr Longbottom, why are you still here?” hissed at the boy who winced and then paced hastily, shivering.
“And you are wondering why you are his boggart.”
“I am not wondering I know why.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Your ridiculous stunt bothers me; I have no problem being his boggart at all.”
“I do not understand you sometimes Severus.”
““I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace, and it better fits my blood to be disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any. In this, though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me” he muttered
“What?”
“You really need to brush up your Muggle literature Lupin; it is shameful how little you know.”
They reached Albus’s office and he murmured the password. Albus looked at them over his glasses
“Severus, Remus?”
“Our research paper.” hissed slamming the parchments in front of Albus” You will find that our ‘research’ was pointless as much as the sole topic of research.”
“Is everything ready for tomorrow?”
“It is.” he nodded as Remus winced
“Anything else?”
“That will be all.” he turned on his heel and stride out, leaving Remus to entertain Albus.
Entering his private laboratory, he took a parchment from the desk and crossed another line
Test reaction to cuts with silver in human form.
Talk to Doddy
Finish the paper; make sure to cut off Albus and his future meddling!
Break the Link
Stop administering the second potion
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