The Light In The Darkness | By : RikuRocks Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2791 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Severus sat against a tree by the lake. The recent lack of snowfall was rare for the time of year, but an approaching blizzard was supposed to make up for it. Most anyone would have enjoyed the view as the winter sun glistened off the water that rippled in an afternoon breeze.
Severus, however, had more important things to turn his attention to…such as the werewolf sitting between his legs and using his chest as a headrest. Not that the raven-haired man was uncomfortable; He had one arm wrapped around Remus’ waist while the other held an open book in place on the shorter man’s lap for both of them to read.
Severus would never admit it aloud, but now that the war was over, he practically lived for moments like this. He could not recall a time when he was more content.
The only thing that spoiled the moment was the fact that he could feel Remus’ fever through their thick winter clothing, as well as the lycanthrope’s uneven breaths.
“You’re still having difficulty breathing,” he commented.
Remus took the raven-haired man’s hand and held it in both of his own. “I’m all right, Severus. It will just take a few more days. Don’t worry…I’ve recovered from much worse.”
The obsidian-eyed man knew that was true, but that did not mean he had to simply accept it. “Even still, you should take another dose of that healing draught I brewed.”
“I’ll do that when we head in, then,” the fawn-haired man replied gently, and Severus could practically feel his mild smile, “Thank you”
The former Slytherin replied by giving his lover’s hand a light squeeze.
The wolf had ceased to expect company during the full moon years before, as the war and their personal lives had prevented Remus’ friends from accompanying him after they left school. However, it seemed that Remus’ emotional state was affecting the wolf’s, which was currently a major health risk.
The first moon after the loss of all his friends, Remus had still been in shock and the wolf had seemed oddly subdued. The past moon, however, was another story entirely. While not overly emotional, Remus was quite clearly in mourning…and his raw feelings of grief and pain seemed to cause his alternate form to mutilate itself with more ruthlessness than ever before.
It was terrible, and Severus had not felt so helpless since before the war. He had even considered studying to be an Animagi; however, Transfiguration had never been his area of expertise.
Advancing healing with potions and salves afterwards could only do so much, and Severus suddenly understood with heartbreaking certainly that the theories that werewolves have a much shorter lifespan than wizards were quite probable. Between the damage and trauma of the transformation and all the destruction the trapped werewolf inflicted upon itself, there was no way the body could last for long. This revelation had pained Severus until he realised something else as well.
If the wolf was responding to Remus’ mental or emotional state, then their minds were definitely connected on some level. Many wizards had tried curing lycanthropy, but none had tried to affect one aspect of the transformation alone. They had never tried to simply prevent the inflicted’s mind from transforming into a monster’s.
The obsidian-eyed man knew that if Remus could keep his mind, his lifespan would increase notably. More importantly to society, werewolves would not pose such a threat and there would be less reason to apply such tight restrictions to them if they were not turned to raving animals during the full moon. While that was not his priority, Severus had seen the difficulty his lover had in keeping employment. Many scorned him simply when they suspected that the brown-eyed man might be a werewolf, never mind how kind and intelligent he was every other day of the month.
He could not help that, and Severus was not optimistic enough to try, but he could minimise the damage inflicted in Remus and the threat he posed to others.
The potion’s master recalled that one of Slughorn’s old favourites had been unsuccessfully working on a potion that was supposed to subdue werewolves during the full moon in lieu of curing them. If they were to combine their notes on lycanthrope biology…
“Severus?” Remus’ hoarse voice interrupted the sallow-skinned man’s thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”
The obsidian-eyed man considered his answer in the span of a heartbeat. Remus would be immensely touched that Severus wanted to help him, but would be realistic and pragmatic about the results, having been promised cures and aid that never came in the past. However, the lycanthrope believed in him. That might outweigh his usual perspective.
…And Severus could not bear to add to the growling lists of disappointments that the shorter man had to endure. He could not offer hope until he knew the chances of success.
“I was just thinking of a possible variation in the healing draught for next month. I did not put as much thought into treating infection as I should have…”
“You did brilliantly,” Remus nestled deeper against Severus’ chest, “You don’t have to perfect everything, you know.”
“I know that,” his reply sounded harsher than he had intended and he stroked his lover’s hand in apology. “…But I can improve your current condition, and so I will.”
Severus knew that Remus could sense that there was more to that statement, but the werewolf did not question him. The lycanthrope merely pulled his hand high enough to place a kiss against it. “I know, love…and it’s enough for me that you want to try.”
The sallow-skinned man knew that was true, but he also knew that trying would never be enough for himself.
With that thought in mind, Severus set his resolve. He had not lost Remus to Greyback, his parents’ ill-attempted ‘cures’, lynch mobs, bigotry, Death Eaters, Black, or Voldemort…he had no intentions of losing him to lycanthropy.
They had both mourned enough.
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