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By the Light of the Moon	By : chrmisha Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1963 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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By the Light of the Moon: Chapter 3

It was almost noon when Dumbledore and Snape arrived at her house, both looking equally uneasy with the situation presented to them. She didn�t know Snape, but his reputation proceeded him through Sirius�s letters.

�You should have let us find him.� Snape�s voice drawled with impatience as if she were an inept student of his.

�He�d have been dead by the time you found him.�

�So he would have,� Snape muttered without a hint of regret in his voice. �In any case, we need to get him out of here and someplace safe.�

�NO.� It was not a suggestion or even something to be considered. Her decision was clear. �He�s not in any condition to be moved. If you try and move him now you�ll kill him.� And I promised Sirius I�d take care of him. I won�t let him die.

Dumbledore and Snape both looked taken aback at her brazenness.

�Excuse me, Ms. Perkins, but your friend here will be a full-grown, flesh-eating werewolf in about eight hours. How exactly are you going to deal with that?�

Dumbledore cleared his throat to speak, but Amera raised her hand.

�This may come as a surprise to you, but I�m not as incompetent as you seem to think. If it wasn�t for me, he wouldn�t be alive right now. Not only because I found him, but because I prepared and administered an antidote to the poison. I�ve also been giving him IV fluids to keep him hydrated. My thought is that I will cage him for the duration of his transformation, here in my home, and I will have a tranquilizer gun ready. When he�s transformed, I will tranquilize him as needed to keep him calm. I�m not sure the wolf will be as beholden to this illness as his human form and I don�t want the wolf causing him any more damage.�

She paused for a moment, studying the stunned look on Dumbledore�s face and the outraged look on Snape�s. �If you move him, it will kill him. If the wolf�s allowed to run free, even caged, the exertion alone will kill him.�

�We will give him the Wolfsbane potion, I assure you.� Snape said, unwilling to relent.

�You can�t, and it wouldn�t do any good. The poison destroyed his GI tract. Nothing taken orally right now can get absorbed into his blood stream. The only way he can receive anything at the moment is by injection and there are no studies on injecting the Wolfsbane potion. A direct injection of such a potent potion into the bloodstream would likely kill him.�

Snape started to say something, but Dumbledore interjected. �I presume, Ms. Perkins, that you are aware of the risks you are taking?�

�Of course.�

�You seem to have thought this through thoroughly.�

�Yes, I have. There is a very large and sturdy cage in my garage. It survived the fire at my clinic and I am storing it until my clinic is rebuilt. Once in awhile, we keep a tiger from the zoo overnight. I�m not very good at transfiguration, though, and it will need to be shrunk before it can be hauled up here, and then returned to normal size for Remus�s transformation.� More quietly, she added, looking at Dumbledore and carefully avoiding Snape�s loathing gaze, �I also wanted to know if there was anything else you might suggest that I either hadn�t thought of or didn�t know about.�

Snape looked aghast that Dumbledore was considering allowing this. �Severus,� was all Dumbledore said, but Snape shut his mouth and didn�t say another word.

�Very well, Ms. Perkins. We will help prepare your home and then I will come tonight for the transformation just in case anything goes wrong.�

�Thank you Headmaster. Having a wizard such as yourself here would be a blessing.�

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Amera spent the day preparing for that evening. She put blankets and padding in the large cage so the wolf would be comfortable. She pumped in as much IV fluids as she dared, knowing she wouldn�t be able to give the wolf any. She put water in the cage. Remus was still unconscious. She�d managed to move him to the couch since the worst of his poisoning had already taken its toll on his bodily functions. And then she watched, and waited.

Dumbledore arrived at dusk and helped her move Remus into the cage. He locked the cage and checked the evening sky while Amera prepared her dart gun. She�d seen animals do a lot of amazing things, but she�d never seen one animal transform into another. The thought was intriguing and terrifying at the same time. She shook as she felt a shock go through her body. She immediately turned to look at Remus.

�The transformation is beginning, I can feel it.�

�How does it feel?� Dumbledore�s voice echoed in her head as if her were miles away, not crouching down next to her.

She winced. �Not good. It�s very painful. I don�t feel the pain, exactly, but I feel� like a shadow of it. I can�t explain. I just know it�s painful.� Together they watched as Remus the man turned into the wolf. When the wolf�s eyes turned on her, she froze, her breath caught in her throat. A low growl pierced the still air.

�He�s angry. He doesn�t understand,� she said, shaking her head.

�Understand what?�

�He doesn�t understand why he�s in a cage, why his insides are on fire, why we�re here, why�� She jumped back at the wolf lunged at the cage bars. Taking a deep breath, she picked up the dart gun and whispered, �Sorry,� as she shot him in the hind quarters twice. She steadied herself, willing herself to feel the animal, to gauge if she�d given him enough. �It should take effect immediately. At least it does for dogs.�

Instinctively, his fangs ripped the darts out of his flesh, snapping them with his teeth. Then the wolf stared at her, as if mortally offended by her behavior.

�It�s for your own good,� she whispered sympathetically.

She watched his eyes carefully, the golden orbs glowing with anger, masking the fear that lie beneath. And then she sighed. Something shifted, inside her and inside the wolf. The anger was subsiding, the fear lessening. �It�s working,� she said, sitting back on her haunches. They watched in awe as he laid down on the blankets, his head on his paws. Still those golden eyes bore into her, as if trying to communicate with her.

�How long will he stay calm?� Dumbledore asked.

�A couple of hours at most. I�ll have to give him some more shots to get through the night. I�m afraid that if I give him too much as once, I�ll suppress his respiratory system.�

Dumbledore nodded. �I�ve got some work to do, do you mind if I just sit in the other room?�

�No, not all.�

�Yell if you need me.�

The wolf�s eyes were still connected to hers. She knew that somehow Dumbledore sensed that they were communicating like this and that she wanted to be alone with the wolf. She stared at the wolf for a long time, whispering soothing things to the it. The wolf watched her intently, calmly, whining occasionally. She�d have liked to stroke his fur, but he was still a wild animal, and tranquilizers or not, he wasn�t safe. Instead, she studied him through the bars, feeling his feelings. Sometimes she wished she could read humans that easily, other times she knew she was glad she couldn�t.

�You�re not alone, Remus. I won�t leave you.� Both her voice and her eyes imparted the message.

With that, the wolf took a deep breath and closed its eyes. It fell into a restless sleep, and she found herself doing the same.

With a jolt she awakened. The wolf was growling and whining and Dumbledore was crouching over her. �I think it�s time for his next dose,� he said. His eyes said he was sorry to wake her.

She quickly administered two more shots. This time, the wolf merely looked at the darts in his muscular thigh and growled. She beamed reassurance through her eyes to his, and he settled down, waiting for the tranquilizer to take effect. She wasn�t sure if he was being submissive, or just resigned fate. It occurred to her as she watched him that the look in his eyes looked more human when he was calm, less wild and wolf-like than when the effects of the tranquilizer wore off.

The next two doses went much smoother. The wolf whined to signal it was time, and Amera administered the darts with only a hint of regret. The wolf was beginning to trust her. The connection she felt to the wolf was undeniable. She�d communicated with a lot of animals before but she�d never felt as drawn to another animal as she felt to this one. Perhaps it was because there was a person underneath it all. She wasn�t sure, but she spent a long time that evening just staring into the wolf�s eyes, the wolf staring back. Often times with animal communication, she couldn�t exactly say what had been communicated. They were feelings more than concrete thoughts. In the end, she�d come away knowing more about the animal than she had before, knowledge that she couldn�t substantiate but that was nonetheless true.

The magnetism washed over her again. She was being drawn to him. But he wasn�t a man now, he was a wolf. And the wolf was calling to her, beckoning her to join him. Every cell in her body longed to be with him. It was an indescribable sensation she�d never felt before. As she reached for him, her world faded to black.

�Amera,� his voice was gruff. �Amera, wake up.� Slowly she opened her eyes. Dumbledore was kneeling over her. �Let�s get him out of that cage. He�s safe now. And you both need to get some sleep.� Sleep. She hadn�t hardly slept in two days. Dumbledore opened the cage and levitated Remus�s limp body. �Where would you like him?�

�In my bed,� she said, without thinking how strange this might sound. She often put sick animals on her bed or next to it so that she knew immediately if they needed anything. Much to her relief, Dumbledore didn�t even raise so much as an eyebrow at her decision. She pulled back the covers and motioned for him to be placed there. She found his boxers and slipped them over his legs, as if seeing naked men was an every day occurrence. It wasn�t. She should be more embarrassed. But she was in doctor mode now; there was no time for embarrassment or modesty. Still, she thought he�d feel more comfortable if he didn�t wake stark naked in a strange bed. She figured when he did awake, whenever that would be, he�d be panicked enough. He�d never met her before. And surely he wouldn�t remember the last several days.

Amera saw Dumbledore to the door. She smiled in amusement looking at the miniature cage he held in the palm of his hand.

�Why don�t we just leave this here, in case you need it again.� He winked at her as he set the pint-sized cage on the table next to the unused Wolfsbane potion that Snape had left behind. �You�ve done a very admirable thing, Amera, I�m very proud of you. If you should need me when Remus awakens, do not hesitate to call upon me. I�m sure he�ll be in need of a great many explanations.�

Those were very good points, she thought. But she was too tired to ponder them any longer. She ran a quick bolus of subcutaneous fluids into him before crawling into bed beside him, her hand wrapped loosely around his forearm as she drifted off to sleep.
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