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Into The Long Dark	By : Wolfiekins Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never will be. All HP characters belong to JK and Warner Brothers, etc, etc, etc. Rael,Yuri, & Tommy belong to me.

A/N: The events in this fic take place after Book 6.

As always, Beta'd by Evil Auntie Snape.

Sunday, 10 August 1997
~~~~~~TWENTY ~~~~~~~~"NO TURNING BACK"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Remus felt like a foolish first-year. He kept grinning at Yuri stupidly as the two lycans moved about the kitchen at Grimmauld Place preparing a light meal. They worked as one, wordlessly dividing up the necessary tasks with a plethora of awkward grins and fleeting touches and caresses. After his initial tearful response, Remus was completely surprised at how he was now filled with a supreme feeling of satisfaction and contentment. He hadn't thought it possible. It was as if the proverbial weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Not removed, really, but now it was a burden shared.

He was no longer alone. He had Yuri now. It all seemed too good to be true. Why had he waited so long? Remus turned the wonderful thoughts over and over in his head as he steeped the Earl Grey in the battered metal pot. He glanced over at Yuri who was busily assembling some sandwiches using the whole-wheat flatbread that Harry liked.

Where was that blasted boy anyway?

It was getting late. Worry began to edge its way into Remus' mind as Yuri finished his sandwich creation. The shorter lycan had made a sizeable stack of quartered gnoshables, piling them precariously onto an old, chipped bluestone platter. Wiping his hands on his jeans, Yuri beamed at his partner.

"Well, that should be more than enough for everyone. Unless I eat it all first, that is."

Remus nodded blandly, carrying the tray with the teapot and an array of mismatched cups over to the table. Yuri's sparkling brown eyes watched as his lover plopped the tray onto the table, sitting down heavily into one of the rickety wooden chairs. Yuri walked over to the seated werewolf, gently kissing the top of Remus' head and wrapping his arms around his partner's chest.

"Try not to worry, Moony. They're big boys. They'll be home soon, I'm sure."

Yuri bent down to nuzzle Remus' ear, playfully teasing the shell of it with his tongue. Remus jerked away slightly.

"I know, Yuri. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be worried at all. But, ...."

"But, the situation is far from normal," the dark-haired lycan finished Remus' sentence for him.

The concerned werewolf sighed, reaching across the table for Neville's note and handing it to Yuri.

"If you're going to be living here, you might as well be privy to what's been going on. Read this. It's from Neville."

Yuri eyed the parchment, pulling out a chair and scooting it right next to his partner's. As he unfolded the note, he gestured at the bite-sized sandwiches.

"Fine. I shall read, you shall eat. Deal?" He leaned in and kissed Remus on the cheek.

"Why must everything be handled as if it were a bartering session, Janowicz?" Remus drawled as he snagged a sandwich quarter.

Yuri arched an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair.

"Because you enjoy it, Lupin. Not to mention that you find my, uh, how shall we say, my wares, appealing?"

Remus chuckled while Yuri shook his head and settled in to read Neville's note. The stocky lycan absently reached over to the heaping platter and grabbed a sandwich as his eyes quickly scanned back and forth across Neville's note. Remus took a sip of his tea and noted how Yuri's expression grew progressively darker the more he read. After a few minutes, Yuri blew out a breath, dropping the parchment to the tabletop. Without a word, he pushed himself away from the table and stalked over to the fridge.

Remus studied the scattering of crumbs on the table as the Slovenian lycan sat down heavily, a bottle of butterbeer in his hand. Remus raised his head, studying his lover's face. Yuri was glaring at him, his eyes looking almost sad, distant. He took a deep pull on his butterbeer, setting the large brown bottle down with a loud clomp.

"Why have you not mentioned this, Remus? Why do you insist on shouldering heavy burdens alone? You will explain it to me, yes?"

Yuri gazed intently at the thin werewolf, gently placing a meaty hand on Remus' thigh. Remus turned away, swiftly standing and striding across the kitchen. He grabbed his own bottle of butterbeer from the refrigerator. Savagely twisting off the cap, he let it drop to the floor. After taking a huge gulp of the cold, sweet liquid, he turned to face his partner, leaning against the counter and staring at the floorboards.

"There's nothing to explain. Harry and Neville are my responsibility. Especially Harry. I'm all he has. I can't let anything happen to him, Yuri. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I failed in that. If I failed him...."

Remus' breath hitched in his chest as he swallowed more of his butterbeer. Yuri stood up and walked over to his lover, stepping right in front of Remus and gently caressing the side of the taller lycan's face.

"Oh, my sweet Moony. You are far too hard on yourself. We must work on this. Remember, you are not alone any longer. You must learn to rely on me, love. I have very broad shoulders, you know," Yuri said softly as he pressed closely against his lover.

Remus made to reply but Yuri put a finger to the slim werewolf's lips, silencing him.

"I think I understand, Moony. And I don't think that Sirius would be anything but proud over how you have cared for his godson. I know I didn't know him as you did, but I'm certain that he loved you both very much, and I think he might be saying the same thing if he were standing here right now. You have done an amazing job. Do not punish yourself for surviving, Remus. You cannot move forward if you are always looking behind you."

Yuri hugged his partner tightly, gently kissing Remus' neck. The distraught lycan hugged back, a single, hot tear rolling down his cheek.

"Oh, bugger! It's mystifying why you want anything to do with a maudlin, over-emotional werewolf like me. I'm sorry, Yuri...."

Yuri chuckled softly, continuing to smother Remus' jaw and cheek with tender kisses.

"No more apologies, Moony. No mysteries, either. I love you. It's as simple as that. I know you have a lot to work through. You will let me help you, yes?"

Yuri kissed his slim partner, gently poking a finger into Remus' ribs, causing him to jump and giggle in spite of himself. Remus smiled weakly, nodding and retaliating against the stocky lycan by tickling Yuri with both hands. The two werewolves laughed, Remus leaning down to press his forehead against the shorter lycan's. Yuri ran his hands down Remus' hips and around his arse, drawing their bodies together. Yuri slowly ground his hips from side to side.

"And from now on, things will be different around here. You need a firm hand with these kids today, Moony. Spare the wand, spoil the Wizard, my Auntie Mishka always used to say."

Yuri pulled back slightly, smiling broadly up at his lover. Remus closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When he opened them, he smiled briefly before crashing his lips into Yuri's, hungrily devouring the shorter werewolf's flavour and pushing his tongue over and past Yuri's. The Slovenian responded energetically, thrusting his rapidly stiffening erection against his mate's. Their passion escalated rapidly, groping hands drinking in the wonderful landscape of each other's bodies with abandon.

Yuri was just reaching for the top button of Remus' trousers when there was a loud bang from down the hallway as the back door was flung open. An instant later, Kreacher poked his wrinkled gray head into the kitchen. He was completely oblivious to the lycans' state of arousal.

"Brat Master is home, wolf-sir. You may want to call a Mediwitch."

With that, Kreacher harrumphed and spun about, disappearing into the hallway.

Remus barely managed to pull away from Yuri as Harry stumbled through the kitchen doorway.

His usually sharp emerald eyes were hazy and unfocused. His shirt was torn and every inch of exposed skin was an angry red, as if horribly sunburned. His chin, cheeks, and forearms were covered in scrapes and abrasions, and his entire right side was spattered with blood. Harry wobbled, back-pedaling to a stop against the doorjamb. He seemed to barely register the two shocked werewolves standing there, gobsmacked.

"Oy, Remus. Bit of a row, it seems. Nev and Ron are right behind. Welcome home. Sorry I'm late..."

Remus' eyes went wide as Harry slowly crumpled and slid down the wall, his eyes rolling up into their sockets. The werewolf failed to notice Neville and Ron standing in the doorway as he lunged for Harry, who was now slumped on the floor. Remus threw himself across the kitchen, nearly crashing into Harry's prostrate form. Gently scooping the young Wizard up, Remus cradled Harry's head in his hands, turning to bark at a stunned Yuri.

"Check the Floo connection! Maybe it's still active! We need a Mediwitch! Hurry!"

Remus glanced up at Neville, who was doing his best to support a rather dizzy looking Ron. Neville was staring at the werewolf, his expression at once blank yet not. The young Wizard's eyes were boring into Remus, probing, knowing, somehow changed. Remus tore his gaze away to call out to Yuri, who was speaking quickly into the hearth.

"Janowicz, what the fuck is taking so long? If it's not working, we've got to Apparate, now!"

Harry was convulsing slightly and mumbling to himself. Remus pulled him tighter as Neville dragged Ron over to the nearest chair, roughly setting the dazed red-headed Wizard down into it. Neville had blood on the side of his face and along one arm but appeared to be otherwise unhurt and stable. He stood impassively beside Ron, watching Harry and Remus with tired eyes.

"He'll be fine, Professor. Don't fret. He's The Chosen One. He can't die," Neville snickered coldly, sending a chill down Remus' spine.

Yuri whirled about, sweat popping out across his brow.

"The connection's still up, Moony! I've got St. Mungo's. But there's been some sort of attack. It's Riddle. They'll send someone here, but it may take a few minutes," he finished apologetically.

Remus swore under his breath. Harry's face was going pale and his body was convulsing more violently now. Clutching the stricken young Wizard ever tighter, the lycan shivered as he took in Neville's disturbing expression. There was something definitely off. Remus suddenly felt a strange sensation when looking at Neville. He was quickly filling with dread. Foreboding. Fear. Just like the forest. What the fuck was going on?

"Neville, are you right? The blood," Remus nodded at Neville's spoiled clothes. "What happened?"

Neville chuckled again, raising his bloodied wrist.

"No worries, Professor. Just a scratch. I'm right as rain. Most of this blood isn't even mine. You'd best tend to Weasley, or Harry here, first." He grinned crookedly, lazily waving his hand to indicate Harry. "It was just a few Death Eaters. We killed most of them."

The lycan furrowed his brow. There was something dreadfully wrong. This didn't sound at all like Neville. Had be been cursed? Confounded? And Ron looked as if he were about to pass out. The werewolf shifted Harry slightly as he called out to the silent Weasley.

"Ron? Ron, can you hear me? Are you hurt?"

Ron took a deep breath, blinking and swaying in his seat.

"No. Not hurt. I'm Ok," he slurred.

Remus made a face as Neville took a few steps towards Harry, who moaned loudly and jerked violently once more. Neville knelt down, placing a hand on Harry's knee. The tall young Wizard snickered again, leering at the lycan professor strangely. His eyes blazed. He spoke in a dead, flat tone, emotionless, menacing.

"Oh, my poor Harry. Don't worry. I'll find who did this to you. I'll find them and kill them, Harry. They'll never hurt you again, I promise. Right Professor?"

Remus stared at Neville, his mouth agape. He shuddered involuntarily as Harry moaned again.

"Yuri!" Remus shrieked.

"Wait, Moony! I think maybe..yes!"

The flames glowed green and blazed high in the fireplace. A rather slim, young looking Mediwitch fell through the hearth. She was clutching her bag tightly to her chest. Her apron was askew and speckled with blood. Her pale blonde hair was coming loose from its tie and was flying about her thin face in all directions. She glanced about the kitchen, her pale blue eyes looking first at Yuri before focusing on Harry's bloodied form encircled in Remus' arms.

"Right," she said with a tired sigh.

Pursing her lips, she strode across the kitchen, quickly dropping down beside the moaning young Wizard. She ran her hands swiftly over Harry's entire body, murmuring a few silent charms in the process. She then placed a hand on his forehead, while she took his pulse with the other.

"What happened to him?" the Mediwitch said tersely. Her strong, firm voice didn't jive with her slim, frail looking features.

She glanced at Remus, whose eyes immediately went to Neville. The Mediwitch looked over at Neville, who was still grinning oddly.

"Well? If you know what hexes were thrown at him, now is the time. Unforgivables?"

Neville nodded. "Yes. The Cruciatus and The Killing Curse. A few of each, I think."

"Was he shielded?"

Neville nodded once again. "Yes. Obviously."

"I thought as much."

The Mediwitch popped open her bag and fumbled in it, quickly pulling out a couple vials of potion. Flipping the corks off with her thumb, she pinched Harry's nose and deftly poured the amber liquids down his open mouth. Harry spluttered as the potions went down. Remus pulled the coughing Wizard closer to him as the Healer pulled out her wand and cast another set of healing charms. The redness of Harry's skin faded almost instantly. The blood and grime also disappeared as the Mediwitch cast a cleansing spell. In another moment, she had conjured bandages for Harry's larger cuts and scrapes. With a satisfied sigh, she snapped her bag closed and stood up, smoothing her wrinkled white robe with her free hand.

"He'll be fine by morning. Sore for a few days. Typical reaction to a collapsed shield charm. All that residual energy has to go somewhere. Your son was very lucky, Mr.?"

"Ah, Lupin, Remus Lupin. Thank you, uh...uh," Remus stammered.

"Violet Wormroot. My pleasure, sir. And now, what of these other two?"

The Mediwitch shot a glance at Ron, who smiled weakly, struggling to sit up straight.

"Oh, I'm fine, ma'am. Just winded. I wasn't hit with any hexes. Check out Neville, there. He's bleeding a bit."

Wormroot whirled on Neville, immediately casting a sensory spell over him. She frowned, kneeling down and opening her bag. The Mediwitch extracted a vial, popping the cork and shoving the potion at Neville.

"Here. Drink this. Standard Healing Draught. Go on!"

Neville stared a moment before snatching the vial and downing its contents. Wormroot cast some more spells, and Neville was cleaned and bandaged in seconds. The Healer tilted her head to one side, gazing at Neville as if waiting for something. Then her hand shot out, grasping Neville's left forearm. She turned his hand palm up, exposing the two ragged holes on his wrist. The Mediwitch tightened her grip as Neville made to yank his arm away.

"Seen a lot of this tonight, Mr. Lupin. Been bitten by a vampire, he has. He's enthralled for sure. Nothing I can do about that. You best keep a close eye on him for the next day or so. He'll be wanting to seek out the one that bit him."

Neville's face screwed up into a bitter snarl.

"She lies! Don't listen to a thing she says! It was a doxie! I swear!"

Wormroot made to pull Neville's wrist closer for a better look, but the enthralled young Wizard hissed loudly, jerking his arm away and jumping backwards against the wall. The young Healer merely clucked loudly as she closed her bag, shaking her head at Remus as she stood.

"Like I said, keep a close eye on him. Both of you."

Wormroot waggled a finger at Yuri as she strode by him towards the hearth.

"Yes, ma'am. You can rest assured that we will. Thank you," Yuri answered flatly, his gaze moving swiftly from Remus to the rather agitated Neville.

The Mediwitch whirled about as she grabbed a handful of Floo Powder from the small pot mounted to the fireplace.

"I've a long way to go before I rest this night. Bloody mess we've got on our hands. Good luck, gentlemen."

With a wry grin, Wormroot tossed her powder and disappeared into the green flames.

Remus watched as Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked about confusedly. The green-eyed Wizard blinked and moved away from the thin lycan, leaning back against the wall. Harry glanced about the room, rubbing his forehead. Remus nodded at Yuri, and the short lycan moved quickly towards Neville, who looked ready to bolt from the kitchen. Grabbing the tall young Wizard by the shoulders, the stocky werewolf easily held Neville in place.

"Easy there, son. Just behave yourself. I wouldn't want to have to stun you. Make no mistake. I will if I have to."

Neville struggled for a few seconds until he realized that he was no match for the muscular werewolf. He relaxed, smiling crookedly.

"Oy, no worries. I was just fooling about. I'm fine. You don't have to watch me. Like I said, it was just a doxie bite."

Neville blinked and yawned. Harry looked at Remus quizzically. The graying werewolf winked at him, putting a finger to his lips indicating that Harry keep silent.

Yuri stood still as Neville yawned again, much more deeply. It looked as if he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. One more yawn, and the thin Wizard fell forward into Yuri's arms.

"Well, he should keep for the rest of the night at least. Some Mediwitch that Wormroot. I wouldn't want to get on her bad side," Yuri chuckled nervously. "Where should I put him, Moony?"

Remus was helping Harry to stand up. He motioned upwards with his free hand.

"In the room across from mine. Make sure to lock and ward the windows and hearth. Then do the same for the door. We don't want him sneaking about looking for his Master. The Sleeping Draught Wormroot gave him should keep him out most of the night."

Yuri nodded and scooped Neville up as if he were an armload of straw. The Slovenian werewolf disappeared out the doorway and into the hall. Harry was standing rather unsteadily next to Remus, blinking his eyes and massaging his temple. The young Wizard looked up at the smiling lycan.

"Remus! What's Yuri doing here? And did I hear that Mediwitch right? Something about Neville and a vampire bite?"

Harry's emerald eyes were quickly regaining their usual sparkling light. Remus carded his hand through Harry's wild mane of hair, pulling the shorter Wizard into him.

"Yes, yes, you heard correctly, Harry. Not to worry now. You've had quite an evening, and you need to rest. I'm sure that Wormroot gave you the same draught she gave Neville. Let's get you up to bed before I have to carry you, yeah? I'm not built like Janowicz."

Harry stifled a small yawn.

"Ok, Remus. I'm so glad you're home. I hate it when you're gone. I missed you so much," he said, another yawn interrupting him.

Harry pressed against the werewolf, hugging him tightly. Remus returned the embrace, kissing the top of Harry's head.

"I've missed you too, Harry. But I'm home now. I'm home."

He looked down at the shorter Wizard as Harry swiftly reached up and planted a frenzied kiss upon the startled lycan's lips. Remus didn't pull away, but instead returned the kiss, gently supporting the back of Harry's head with one hand while the other made small circles across Harry's back. Remus reveled in the feeling of Harry's warm, supple lips against his own. The shorter Wizard hugged the werewolf tightly, pressing his hips against Remus'. Small moans escaped Harry and vibrated deliciously through the taller Wizard's mouth. Remus gasped for air, breaking the kiss as Harry yawned deeply, burying his head into the werewolf's chest.

"Love you, Remus," Harry purred sleepily.

"I love you too, Harry," Remus replied softly.

Harry sighed contentedly, pressing himself ever tightly against the thin lycan. Remus sighed deeply, enjoying every second of their intimacy.

A small gasp and the sound of wooden chair legs scraping across the floorboards jolted Harry and Remus out of their comfortable embrace. A loud thud quickly followed as Ron collapsed and fell to the floor. Remus steadied Harry as he moved towards Ron's still body.

"Merlin help me, I forgot all about Ron! Harry, help me get him up!"

Harry blinked wearily and yawned as he followed Remus dutifully.

The werewolf quickly knelt down and gently rolled Ron over onto his back, preparing to hoist him up into the chair.

"Here, Harry, you get on that side, and together we'll get him back into his chair."

Remus turned to right the toppled chair and position it so that they could put Ron back into it. Harry yawned again as he stared at his long-time friend. Blinking, Harry watched as Ron's features blurred and rippled. Rubbing his eyes roughly, he opened them again.

"Remus...Remus! Look!" Harry yelled excitedly.

The lycan whirled his head about to stare at the still form lying on the floor.

"Great Circe!" was all Remus could manage.

They both stared, dumbstruck as Yuri strode back into the kitchen.

"Well, he's all tucked in and ...." he stopped mid-sentence as he noted the blond teen lying motionless on the floorboards.

"Who in blazes is that?" Yuri spluttered.

Remus blew out a breath as Harry sat down hard onto the floor.

"It's Draco Malfoy, Yuri. He's a Death Eater."
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