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His Howling	By : BornWolfgirl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 1580 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The wolf was howling again. Merlin, he wished it would stop. Every month like clockwork, there was that damn howling. It didn’t matter where he was. And what was worse was that on those nights he couldn’t sleep.
At first, it would lead him into a panic. Remembering the jaws dripping with their cursed bile, hot breath on his face and piercing golden eyes that seemed to devour him where he stood. Even now, years later, the mark of the beast tingles with remembrance where its claws scored the skin on his left side.
Damn that fool Sirius Black to hell, and James Potter too for that matter. They ruined everything. Took what little he had, and just kept living on like nothing had changed… Everything had changed that night. They tried to kill him, took away one of the few remaining friends he’d had at that time, and he was the one punished. It was the beginning of the end that night.
Would they even be surprised that it was because of them that he dove even deeper into the dark arts? At first to protect himself from their torment, then to save one of them. How could they know that they had sparked an obsession to find a solution to a furry little problem. He can admit only now that his loss is partly his fault as well. The distress of that encounter had driven him to do some the worst and greatest things in his life. It dove him into the arms of the dark lord who promised him power and protection, but it also drove him to invent the Wolf’s Bane Potion. It was a greatly improved an older version that was a failed attempt to curing the diabolical disease. His research, however, took him down dark paths that even Lily couldn’t follow him down. She knew though, and she supported him for the most part… until that fateful day and that hateful label passed his lip. She would eventually forgive him but not until she was placing her squirming bundle of joy in his arms and begging him to help her protect it.
And what else could he do… he agreed, of course.
He had made many mistakes in his life up to that point, but he often wonders if perhaps that decision was the one that sealed their prophesized fate. The next day her and Potter were dead. But not before Severus and Lily cast some of the most powerful dark and light spells to protect her child. Perhaps it was one of them that tipped the scales that night. Perhaps it was none of them.
It sealed his fate too. He had failed to save Lily, but he was magically bound to continue protecting her son.

Thirteen years later and the wolf waltzes back into his ordered life. He was angry. Furious and heartbroken to once again be forced to face his greatest fear and regret.
Alone, he had been left to suffer the loss of two friendships without word or warning. Just a cold silence and memories he could never forget. Not that he really wanted to. He’ll admit in his own mind it was childish to lash out the way he had but after thirteen years…
This time the werewolf didn’t frighten him though. But it sparked the obsession anew. He found the cure. Not that he would tell anyone… Yet.

A few years later and he watched as the fool tried to kill himself. He couldn’t understand really. Nothing but the strongest alcohol would make it past the wolfs metabolism. But he was making a valiant attempt to get pissed to be sure. Six pubs and an unknown number of bottles of various booze later, the wolf constitute finally gives out. Luckily, it happens in an ally while Remus pisses for the tenth time that night. After toppling sideways into a pile of garbage bags, Severus has the awkward task of tucking him back into his pants before casting a double featherlight charm and apparate him back to the relative safety of Grimmauld Place.
He finally manages to get him into the closest bedroom before carefully removing the out layer of clothing and shoes. If fingers linger longer than necessary, he doesn’t notice. The room is somewhat chilly, so he locates a ratty but thick throw in a chest and tosses it over the other man. He pauses though as he reaches for the candle to leave. In sleep, the other man looks much more his age. The scares relax reducing creases and his hair seems to glow with a touch of gold in the candlelight. Severus finds himself staring without thought for several moments until the wolf suddenly stirs and his eyes blink open with piercing awareness. For several seconds there is complete silence, as Severus holds his breath. Golden eyes flash and a shiver of apprehension spikes down his spine.
“Mine.” The wolf/man growls low.
Severus gasps and backs away from the bed, “What!”
“My mate… Mine…” The beast growls once more. Then the glow fades and the eyes close once more for a final time.
Severus flees without looking back.

The Battle is fierce. People are dying in droves on either side. The Chosen One was nowhere to be seen, and neither was the wolf. His wife, the witch with wonder hair, was battling two death eaters near one of the outer parapets. Then he spotted him. On the other side of the field battling back to back with another order member… the wolf… his mate. After many nights alone to reflect with a bottle of fine cognac, he had accepted that now.
There were more important things to worry about now, but there was one more thing he had to do before facing that. Soon he would need to find the boy before it was too late, and his master would me making the final call for him. He just hoped he wasn’t too late.
Battling fiercely across the field towards the man who had shaped so much of his life, images flash in Severus mind of every pivotal moment that brought him here. Many were because of him while others he was simply there, somewhere in the background. He had to finish what he started all those years ago. If he could save no one else on this field, he would save this one.
One more spell and… the wolf howled.
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