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Gooey Melting Hearts	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 24972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“It was effective … I’ll never mix up any potions again.” James muttered and passed Sirius who came out from the shelves carrying a jar.
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“You don’t have to join if you don’t want to, Severus. The Potters are well aware that you’re not feeling well.” Nicholas said as he helped Sebastian prepare a lovely, and yet larger than normal, lunch.
Severus nodded as he helped set the table, “They are coming to discuss the sanctuary. I feel like it’d be impolite if I didn’t join.
The Lord Prince hummed, “Perhaps, but your health is more important than manners. If anything stresses you just say so.”
As usual Severus’ grandfathers were rather fussy. However, today was sprinkled with a little extra fretting. The main reason was centered around one particular guest that was coming. Of course, that was James Potter who was visiting with his friends and parents today.
A glow from the rune covered metal leaves on the shelf brackets caught Nicholas’ attention, “I do believe someone just flooed into the living room.” He commented and picked up a platter of food.
Severus took the chance to go to the living and looked at the five people standing in front of the floo, “Hello. We were just setting up for lunch if you’d all like to take a seat.”
“That’s perfect! Everything smells amazing!” The woman of the group said cheerfully as they all went towards the dining room. Just as she stood next to Severus. “I’m Euphemia Potter, James’ mother. How are you feeling? I know Mathias is thorough, but I just want to ask you. Not that you have to tell me if it’s too personal, of course!” She exclaimed sheepishly.
The young wizard smiled, “It's alright. On the days I don’t have potions it’s better … sometimes. Lately I’ve been not feeling great even without the potions.”
James immediately steered away from the table filled with scrumptious food and went straight towards Severus, “Are you alright for something this busy?”
After pushing the oddly surreal feeling that popped up Severus nodded, “I'll be fine as long as I don't fall asleep.” He commented with a halfhearted laugh. Every now and then it just felt odd talking to James in a civil, perhaps even friendly, way. There was that part of him that hasn’t quite realized that everything has changed now. “I hope you guys are ok.” He said as everyone took their seats.
Almost immediately he noticed his grandfathers casually cut off James so they could sit on either side of their grandson. It seemed a little excessive when the other teens were clearly not going to misbehave. However, Severus was quickly reminded of the other reason for any concern when a dizzy spell hit him. Thankfully, he was already seated by then so it wasn’t really noticeable.
Remus smiled knowing Severus was genuinely concerned, “I’m exchanging letters with my father now. He has a check in with Gill tomorrow … it’s kind of silly, but I never spoke to another werewolf before and I didn’t feel right about contacting him yet. Actually, I wanted to ask you something. The Auror Pepperton said I should learn what wounds I’m prone to and it occurred to me that you’d know more about that than me.” He said and subtly elbowed James in the ribs for looking too sulky over not sitting next to Severus.
“You had a seasonal pattern of wounds.” Severus answered pretty easily. “During the winter months you'd have lots of deep bloody breaks in the skin just like what happens with dry skin, only much worse. During the warmer months you didn’t have the skin problem, but you’d get deep bruises. Then there’s the constant claw, bite marks and head wounds.”
Remus winced and blushed when he noticed everyone was watching him in concern, “That’s good to know … I only knew about a small amount of it I guess. Oh, we saw Lily a couple days ago.”
Sebastian raised an eyebrow as he poured out some fruity drinks, “How did that go? Don’t be shy, by the way. Eat up, everyone.”
James scoffed, “She looked surprised that Remus was still working at the Crock & Pestle.” He said as he took a few slices of the cheesy grilled potatoes and put them on his plate.
“So she truly believed those stupid rumors.” Nicholas commented with a disapproving tone in his voice.
“It gets a little worse than that.” Fleamont said nervously as he instinctively placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “We looked at a pensieve of Remus’ memory and it looked like she was all made up for a date as she looked for James. It’s likely that she was the one who told Lyall about Remus too.” He said and smiled sheepishly at his fuming wife as he pulled his hand a safe distance away.
Nicholas sighed, “I see. Well we know now so for the foreseeable future we should all be careful around her.” He said and the conversation gave Remus the perfect idea to break the ice with Gill.
Euphemia nodded, “Agreed. Merlin help her if she tries anything.” She said threateningly before smiling innocently. “Everything here is delicious!”
“I’m glad to hear it!” Nicholas said happily, completely unfazed by the earlier implied threat.
After the very filling meal everyone decided to move over to the next room to chat about the sanctuary. Severus nearly fell with a few steps when a dizzy spell hit him out of nowhere. This time it was James who saw how unsteady Severus became and quickly wrapped his arms around Severus’ waist.
Sebastian watched the blush appear on the Potter heir’s face as he held Severus and waited for him to be steady enough to walk, “I told you James is trying to get too close.” The Prince lord whispered into his husband’s ear.
Nicholas smiled as he saw that James shyly followed Severus to the living room as if to make sure he didn’t fall again, “Let it be … for now.” He commented, noticing that Severus only looked grateful for the help. Until their grandson becomes distressed they will back off a bit.
This project turned out to be an exciting topic for all of them. It was discovered that three of the Potter and Prince properties were very close together and the single sanctuary project kind of spiraled out of control from there. Now the two prominent families were eager to meet up for the next few months, even when the youngest wizards there were in school, and see how far these plans could go …
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Gill stepped out of the floo and into the Lupin household. For a moment he felt a sense of déjà vu when he heard banging just like the first time he came here. After turning the corner he found the room where Remus was once forced to transform during the full moon. Now the room was gutted, completely opened and had a hole in the far wall exposing the house to the nice breeze. Right now it was as open as the outside and inside it could get.
“Damn, you ruined a perfectly nice sex room.” Gill muttered clearly joking, but he just got an eye roll in response.
“Sorry to disappoint.” Lyall said as he magically sealed a plank of wood in place creating a few shelves on one wall.
The werewolf shrugged casually, “One day I’ll have it. Now what are you doing? … and how many times did you get hurt while doing whatever this is?”
Lyall stopped what he was doing and looked at the werewolf in shock, “How did you know that? I thought I cleaned everything.” He said more than a little baffled.
“I’d be a terrible Auror if I didn’t know what having this around could potentially mean after 10 years on the job.” Gill said as he picked up a jar filled with a thick blackish purple jelly that was just sitting on the floor near the chaotic renovation site. “I am glad that you and Remus are learning though. Can I have an explanation now? … please.” Gill exclaimed pleadingly, though he was clearly being a bit sarcastic in his pleading.
“Smart ass. I was breaking apart the door to use it as shelves and it sliced my thumb if you must know.” Lyall said and held up his hand that had a glove. When he removed the glove and revealed the bandage around his thumb Gill grabbed his wrist. “What is it with you and grabbing my limbs?” He huffed as the werewolf sniffed his hand, but raised an eyebrow when Gill removed the bandage. “Ow! Hey!” Lyall yelped as the bandage tugged on the dried blood from the cut.
Gill sighed and dragged Lyall to the small bouch, “This is a cleaner. It’s not an ointment.”
“What? I didn’t-“ Lyall paused as if he suddenly remembered something and groaned in annoyance. “I was in a rush and put on my gloves after cleaning. It must've soaked into the bandage-ow!” He squeaked and tried to pull his wrist away from the werewolf. Of course, that was completely pointless just like when he tried and failed to get his ankle free from the vice-like grip.
The Auror felt Lyall give up struggling as he examined the cut, “It’s not too bad. I think you can get away without a St. Mungo’s visit. Now is there a reason you had to rush?” He asked as he applied a fresh bandage from the container on the coffee table where Lyall apparently left it.
To some people this sudden need for a home makeover was a good sign, but not always. Gill knew there were people who would scramble to get a grand gesture in order. Anything to immediately remove the guilt or, even worse, just to get rid of the Aurors. Those cases are why the investigating Aurors are so thorough. If they aren’t very careful they will let a child go right back into a dangerous situation. So the question is if Lyall is going to revert back once they left him alone with Remus or if this was genuine.
Lyall sighed as his freshly bandaged hand was released, “I wanted that room gone before Remus visited … it was actually a project Hope wanted done.”
“Your late wife.” Gill commented a little too quickly earning a weird look from Lyall. “I wanted to make sure you were single.” The werewolf said cheerfully as if he was joking and just trying to lighten the mood, but chuckled when Lyall’s eyes rolled. “Ok. It’s my job. I looked up your file. There’s nothing about Remus being turned into a werewolf, but I did find the report on Hope’s death and the werewolf attack that led to her death … and I assume it was also when Remus was turned.”
“Right.” Lyall winced as he remembered. “We were planning on adding more light in this place, but I … without her I didn’t want to change anything. She’s waiting to throttle me on the other side. I just know it.”
Gill hummed in thought, “So you blasted a hole in a wall for more light … makes sense.” He commented and turned his head to look at the very rough hole in the wall. It looked like someone rampaged, not making controlled cuts like the neatly cut shelves on the wall.
For some reason Lyall looked very annoyed this time as he huffed, “I needed to break something and I decided to brutally make a window. Remus told me he sent you a letter about this girl at school, which reminds me.” Lyall said as he got up and went to the kitchen. He opened a drawer and brought a letter. “Remus wasn’t sure if this would help, but he asked me to give you the letter I was sent … the one that told me that Remus was working in Knockturn Alley.” Lyall muttered clearly ashamed about how he acted the first time he got the letter.
The werewolf took the letter and looked it over, “Yeah … Remus mentioned his suspicions about this Lily Evans girl and considering some of the things that were recently discovered-“
“If you’re talking about being let out during a full moon or an attempted poisoning with a love potion then don’t refer to them as things. That shit is far too serious to be called a thing.” Lyall snapped suddenly feeling the need to do something. “I truly believed that I’d only be learning about werewolf related things since this process started, but the worst things I heard in the last few letters had little to nothing to do with transforming during the full moon!”
Gill heard the pissed father go back in the construction zone, “Sadly, it might be connected. There are people who get a little too into werewolves or want to get them in trouble. Now according to his school file the person who tried to use the love potion was a former friend called Peter Pettigrew and he was quietly expelled.”
“Good riddance.” Lyall muttered as he started putting together wood planks to make a solid bench that looked like it was going to be a bench for a bay window.
“Perhaps. I need to look into it, but unless I find something I can’t arrest someone based on a letter-“ Gill jumped up and instinctively grabbed his wand when heard lots of glass shattering. He rushed over towards the construction zone and found Lyall putting shards of clear and colorful glass in three wooden frames. “Where did all this glass come from?”
Lyall used a spell to merge the shards together into thick pretty clear glass panes with threads of colors streaking them, “I had a drinking problem.” He said, implying that the glass all came from various bottles that once contained alcohol. “Perfect. Now to connect them to the bench.” He mumbled as he placed the framed glass panes on the bench.
While ignoring the feeling that he was completely forgotten for a moment, Gill just watched the project continue, “Impressive … not a bad way to channel your anger.” He commented when he saw the large bay window with three colorful glass panes and a bench where there was just a wall in a tiny room before.
“Better than drinking myself into oblivion.” Lyall said before looking back at the wall where he stuck the shelves. “I need a counter.” He muttered before walking past Gill and going outside.
The werewolf raised an eyebrow and followed, but blinked in shock when Lyall started blasting large rocks in his backyard, “I’ll just let him work through whatever this is.” Gill chuckled sheepishly as Lyall ruthlessly blasted several more rocks. After the stressful father finally stopped attacking the rocks and brought the fragments inside Gill sighed in relief. “For a second there I thought you were going to collapse and I’d have to peel you off the ground again.”
“You wish, pervert.” Lyall muttered as he polished each tiny pebble and connected them all in a counter shape. With the destruction of a few more clear glass bottles and a hardening spell the colorful polished pebbles were encased in clear, hard glass creating a smooth surface. With the pretty pebbles floating in the glass the counter was sealed to the wall under the shelves.
Gill scoffed in amusement, “If you’re done venting can we get back to your werewolf lessons? There’s so much about a werewolf’s body I want to show you.” He said cheekily earning an eye roll from Lyall …
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