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Saving Remus Lupin	By : AngelUpSideDownCake Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 1503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3
The Foyer

The stone walls felt like a cool compress on Remus’ back except where it met the stinging of fresh cuts. This was only the end of the first day and he was beginning to seriously doubt he’d make it through the others. Don’t think that way, he told himself. Confidence is all I have to get through this. A small light shown at the top of where the steps would be and Remus saw a familiar face and felt relief wash over him. He supposed he had Sirius to help him too.
“Remus?”
“Yeah.” The syllable came out hoarse over Remus’ raw throat.
“You look like shit, mate.” The battered wizard could only nod, any witty retort lost before it left his lips. Sirius bent over his frame and lifted Remus’ shirt, holding his wand over it to see the damage. In every direction across his , chest and sides words had been carved into the flesh. Sirius knew if he turned Remus around he’d see some on his back as well. “I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“I want to do something for these, heal them, or, I don’t know, but if I do anything they’ll...” Sirius trailed off and Remus knew. Remus knew that if he didn’t look like the beaten and bloodied rubbish they’d thrown into this hole they’d suspect something. “Here.” Sirius held a glass of water in his hands that Remus hadn’t even seen him conjure. He held out his hand, joints swollen from the Cruciatus Curse, and grasped the glass as carefully as he could, raising his eyes in silent thanks. Sirius held his gaze and Remus found those cool grey eyes seemed less cold than he’d thought them originally. They held concern, which he realised was for his own well-being. Sirius broke the gaze and reached for something in his pocket.
“Here, I brought you this as well. It’s not much, but it’ll at least help your throat and some of the swelling.” In his hands, Sirius held a small bottle, which Remus figured must be filled with some kind of healing draught. With sore fingers, he lifted the bottle from Sirius’ hand, but when he tried to remove the cork, shooting pain erupted in the knuckles of his fingers. Ruefully, he figured that must be the extent of his strength at the moment, pathetic as it was. Warm fingers closed around his and his eyes met the gaze of Sirius’. “I’ve got it.” Remus couldn’t be sure if the tingling sensation in his fingers was a lingering effect of the Curse or if there was more to this. Now isn’t the time, he chastised himself. There were much more important matters at hand.
Sirius uncorked the bottle and helped Remus bring it to his lips. The liquid was a little bitter, but cooling across his ragged throat. Remus couldn’t help the sigh that left his lips and when Sirius sat down next to him, he let his weight fall against the other man’s shoulder. He decided this was significantly more comfortable than any other position he could be in and Sirius’ sent -- that patchouli and sandalwood warmth -- was nearly intoxicating. Had Remus been in his right mind, he might have realised what he was doing, stopped himself, thought about Dora at home who would be frantic by now, but, instead, he leaned into it, choosing to accept whatever comforts were offered him over the next days.
“Remus, don’t fall asleep yet.”
“So... tired.”
“I know, but you need to eat. Look, I had the house elf make you soup.” Sirius held out a large flask. Remus had no appetite. He supposed torture does that to a person.
“’M’not hungry.” Remus let his weight fall deeper onto Sirius’ shoulder.
“Not a chance, friend, you need to eat or you won’t have any strength.” Sirius pushed Remus into a sitting position and put the warm flask in his hands. He had no will to argue. The other man was probably right anyway. He lifted the flask to his lips and warm pumpkin soup greeted his tongue. It was smooth, delicious, and comforting. His mother used to make a soup similar. Thinking of his mother brought a small smile to Remus’ lips.
While he hadn’t been hungry before, Remus now found that the moment the soup touched his lips he had become famished. It was all too soon before the flask was emptied and he was settled back down, leaning against Sirius once again.
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“Thank you, Sirius.” Remus’ voice was barely above a whisper. Sirius almost didn’t catch it at all. Looking down at the other man, he had to wonder if they would make it two more days, if Remus wouldn’t give in or if the Death Eaters wouldn’t grow tired and just kill him; if he wouldn’t go crazy from the pain.
“You’re welcome. Remus?” Sirius licked his lips, unsure if he’d get an answer for his next question.
“Yes?”
“Why do we have to wait? I...” Could Sirius tell this man, this man who he knew had a girlfriend, who thought Sirius only wanted to leave for his own selfish reasons, that he couldn’t bare the look of pain on his face? That every cut on Remus’ flesh felt like a kick in the gut? “I can’t stay. I... we need to get out of here.” Remus looked up from his shoulder then. The wild, caged look behind his eyes seemed to grow stronger yet, despite the dilapidated appearance.
“Yes.” Sirius lips tightened and he nodded his head, wrapping an arm around the other man’s shoulder and allowing him to lean against him once more.
“I can only stay a little longer.”
“I know.”
Moments passed and Remus’ breathing evened out to a steady in and out. Sirius hoped desperately that the potion would help him, that it would reduce some of the swelling and maybe even dull the pain. He was no potions expert like Snape, but he tried whatever he could. Gently, Sirius maneuvered Remus so that he was leaning against the wall and then getting up to stand. As he approached the steps, he heard the other wizard shift against the wall.
“Sirius?” He paused.
“Yes, Remus?”
“See you tomorrow?” He looked back at the captive and saw the pained look of a man just trying to make it through to the next day.
“Of course.” With that, Sirius turned and went up the stairs, shutting and locking the door behind him and turning to go down the hall in the direction of his room.
“Black.” The nasally voice raked like sharpened nails down Sirius’ spine.
“Snape,” he returned, facing the owner of the voice behind him.
“Whatever were you doing down in the basement, hmm?” Why was this bloke so nosy?
“Snape, if you must know, I was trying to persuade our prisoner to tell me the location of the Potters.”
“Is that so?” An eyebrow arched over dark eyes as the wizard’s arms crossed over his chest in a defiant position. “And, Black, is that not the Dark Lord’s job? Surely you don’t think he would be pleased to hear that someone else is playing with his toy?” A hot flash of anger welled in Sirius’ stomach, but he tamped it down.
“I just figured a different approach may have favorable results.”
“Are you insinuating that the Dark Lord doesn’t know how to achieve results?”
“To the contrary, the Dark Lord’s tactics are most effective. I just grow weary of hearing the constant screaming. If you must know,” and here Sirius rubbed his brow, “I have developed quite a headache from it all.”
“Yes, well I’m sure there is a potion which could help, that is if you don’t manage to cock it up.”
“Thank you, Snape, now, if you don’t mind, I’ll just be going.” Sirius made as if to leave, but Snape reached out and grabbed his elbow.
“What are you up to, Black?” Bollocks.
“I’ve no idea what you mean.” Snape stepped very close to Sirius, their noses only centimeters apart.
“You are up to something. When I find out what it is, things will not go well for you.” As suddenly as he was there, Snape let go. Sirius took his opportunity and left in the direction of his room, more than happy to be rid of his greasy-haired enemy.
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Remus stirred, he was certain he heard something. Peering through his lashes, the room around him was still total blackness. It hadn’t been that long yet, surely it wasn’t already the next day, time for his torture session? There was a noise near the stairs, a foot step.
“Who’s there?” No answer came, but after a moment there was a whispered lumos and the light revealed a familiar face, one he hadn’t seen since Hogwarts.
“Severus?”
“Be quiet.” Just as Remus remembered, the man wore a scowl on his face beneath his hooked nose, and his hair hung long, and greasy on either side of his face. It’s not that Severus Snape was inherently unattractive, but that he chose to be.
“Why are you here?”
“I said be quiet, you imbecile!” Severus quickly cast a silencing charm then crouched down next to Remus and held out a tiny vial.
“You will drink this.” Remus looked at him startled.
“And why would I do that?” Snape sighed.
“Look, I’m not going to expect you to understand and I am not going to explain myself to you at all. Just drink this or you will never make it through the next two days.” Remus felt his eyes widen. He knew.
“How do you...?”
“I’m not an idiot, that’s how. Now drink the damned potion.” What else did he have to lose? Remus tipped the small vial into his mouth and felt the few drops in it land on his tongue. Starting there, a warm, tingling sensation began, spreading from his tongue and lips to his throat, his head, down his arms and torso and all the way down into his toes. Any pain he felt, all of it, it was gone. Remus glanced at his fingers and found they were still swollen, suspected his body was still torn ragged.
“Look at me.” Remus looked up at the man.
“You will tell nobody, absolutely nobody, that I did this. I’m afraid it will have no effect during the Cruciatus Curse -- that is a shortcoming of the potion -- however, it should greatly reduce any lingering discomfort or other kinds sources of pain. It is imperative,” and he looked pointedly at Remus, “that you live and that you say nothing, absolutely nothing, about Lily’s whereabouts. Do you understand?” Remus nodded. “Good. The potion’s effects will last a day and a half, two days at the most. Hopefully that’s enough time. Now, hold still, when you wake up, you will think it was Black who had been here all along.”
“What do you...” It was too late. Severus was flicking his wand and uttering words under his breath as Remus felt his eyelids grow heavy and his mind suddenly become so blissfully empty. “Sirius,” Remus reached out a grasping hand, holding onto what he was sure must’ve been the sleeve of Sirius’ robe. “You’re a good... friend...” Remus lost the battle with consciousness and drifted off to a surprisingly comfortable sleep.
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When Sirius entered his room, the last thing he expected to see was Alecto sprawled out on his bed in what must have seemed to straight men to be an extremely alluring ensemble. Indeed, while Alecto’s features were plain and easily forgettable, the corset she wore underneath her opened robes did a lot for her. Her somewhat small breasts were pushed up into impossibly high cleavage, her normally rectangular frame cinched into an hourglass shape, netted stockings ran up both legs and dark heels glistened on her feet.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Sirius.” Her voice was breathy. Sirius thought this might be because she couldn’t breath.
“So I see.” Alecto pushed herself up from the bed in what she must have thought to be a sexy motion, but which to Sirius looked stiff, with her chest jutted out like some kind of hen.
“I know we aren’t to be married until next month, but, I thought we could get a head start.” Sirius swallowed thickly. There was no way he could do this! Alecto was only sixteen and Sirius was twenty it just felt wrong, not to mention the fact that not one bit of her turned him on in the slightest. The blond stood up and walked over to where Sirius was still near the door, swaying her hips. “Don’t worry, Sirius, I won’t tell.” Sirius’ back was firmly pressed against the door now and Alecto was in front of him, pressing as much of herself into him as she could while still making sure he had a clear view of her rack.
“I-I don’t think this is a, err, a good idea,” Sirius stammered. Merlin, I’m going to be raped by a sixteen year old girl, he thought frantically.
“Oh, but I think it is,” the girl leaned up toward him, her red lipsticked lips glistening. She leaned up, fully intent on kissing him. Sirius couldn’t do it, he pushed her back, Alecto lost her balance and fell backwards onto her arse. “Ow! What is wrong with you?!”
“I err,” Sirius racked his brain, frantically, trying to come up with an excuse, “I just think we should wait until, you know, our wedding day. We should preserve your purity and all that.” Alecto began laughing where she still laid on the decorative rug.
“Oh, Sirius, I, oh, I’m sorry, but I am certainly no virgin if that’s what you mean.”
“Well I am!” Really, that’s what you come up with? Sirius hated himself.
“Really.” Alecto did not look convinced in the slightest. Sirius, to the contrary, had been quite promiscuous in his days at Hogwarts. He’d even gone out with a few girls, went to third base with them, before realising that the reason he never went further was because, well, he could only get it up for blokes. Even still, he did manage to make a name for himself as a playboy.
“Yeah, I know it’s hard to believe, but, trust me, it’s the absolute truth. I have been, err, saving myself. So, clearly, you can see that we absolutely must wait until we get married.” Alecto did not look convinced and, in fact, began to look quite cross as she picked herself up from the floor.
“Sirius, whatever girl you have right now, lose her. Because, I swear, when we get married if there is anybody, anybody, else,” she punctuated this with a chilling glare, “I will kill her.” Sirius nearly jumped out of Alecto’s way as she pushed past him to get to the door, wrapping her robe around her tightly. So much for being a sweet girl, Sirius thought.
He crossed the room to his bed and laid down on it, facing the ceiling. His mother would want him to visit Grimmauld Place soon. She would want to talk about Alecto and the wedding, and grandchildren. Sirius sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to go back, that he would never go back. In only two more days he was going to make his escape with Remus. Once he did that, he knew that would be burned from the family tree tapestry. His mother would take pride in doing it, too.
Honey-brown eyes came, unbidden, to the front of his mind. Sirius rolled onto his side, trying to shake them, but they followed him anyway. He thought of how grateful they looked when he visited Remus earlier, and he thought of how Remus had licked the last drop of soup from his lips before handing back the flask earlier. The pink muscle had darted out briefly, but it was enough to have Sirius thinking of what else Remus could do with his lips and his tongue. Sirius’ slacks began to grow tight beneath is robes and he cursed himself. Here, he was beginning to fantasize about a man he had helped to capture and submit to torture. What kind of sick person did that make him? Not to mention, Remus had a girlfriend. Sirius thought back to how Remus had casually dropped that piece of information in passing. No, Sirius couldn’t let himself take any pleasure in this or any thoughts of Remus. Quickly, he stood up and walked toward the adjoined bathroom. He’d take a cold shower and push this as far from his mind as possible.
Even as Sirius turned on the water and stepped under the uncomfortably cool spray, images of Remus darted behind his eyes. It seemed the harder he tried not to think of the man, the more prominently he wedged himself in there. Sirius’ cock was now fully hard and straining as his mind supplied images of those wild eyes lust filled and half-closed, of that smooth skin and how it might feel for Sirius to press kisses to his toned abs, how Remus’ own cock could be just as hard for Sirius.
As if to mock him, his cock twitched and Sirius -- being only a man -- caved in and wrapped his hand around it, running his thumb over the opening as drops of precum began to dew. With every stroke to his hot member Sirius imagined the ways he could pleasure Remus. His lips parted as he imagined taking Remus’ girth into his mouth and sucking him, driving him to the throes of passion, being the cause and recipient of his lusty, wild gaze. He imagined what it might feel like to press himself into Remus, to fill him and strike that spot within him that Sirius knew from his own experiences would make Remus release throaty moan after moan. On Sirius’ next stroke, the pleasure built to a tipping point and he went over the edge, cumming with his own deep moan right there in the shower, underneath the cold water.
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Remus awoke the following day to a similar fate as the previous. Again, he was interrogated, crucio’d, hung, beaten, and cut. However, the pain was somehow more manageable and he felt that he had to thank Sirius for that. Despite everything Voldemort threw at him, despite the jeers and the blood, despite every worried glance Remus saw in Sirius’ eyes, he knew he would never give up his best friends’ secret.
“Remus,” the high and icy voice was now familiar, “I am growing tired of your insolence.” Remus found himself pulled close to Voldemort’s face, still upside down. He was growing dizzy from the blood pooling in his face, but he was still able to make out the frustrated expression on the Dark Wizard’s face.
“You think you’d be used to it by now,” Remus ground out between clenched teeth. Voldemort smacked him across his face and blood blossomed in his mouth. The taste was growing as familiar to him now as tea.
“I am a patient man, Remus, but my patience only goes so far. You will tell me tomorrow or I will be forced to take drastic measures.” Remus glared in defiance. “You don’t believe me? Well, my sources have revealed to me that you have a girlfriend. I have men in the process of tracking her down as we speak. They should be able to hone in on her tomorrow at the latest. Remus, if you do not tell me where the Potters are I will bring her here and I will tear her limb from limb before you.” Remus felt the wolf in him flare up, his anger trying desperately to get the better of him. With difficulty, he beat it down. Do not let him get to you, he thought to himself. Dora was well hidden away -- all of the Order was. Voldemort could well be bluffing. “I am not bluffing, Remus. You have until tomorrow.” It was as if Voldemort read his mind.
Without warning, Remus fell from where he had been suspended and crashed onto the table, sending cutlery, plates, and goblets everywhere. Half-eaten food splattered into his face and his hip had landed uncomfortably onto a goblet of wine.
“Somebody clean this mess up.” Voldemort turned and left in a cloud of black smoke. Remus shuddered to think where Voldemort went and what he did when torturing someone was not the release he had expected. A rough hand grabbed the back of Remus’ head, dragging him backward by the hair and onto the floor.
“Filth’s not allowed on the table. This is a nice home.” Bellatrix stood above Remus, a sadistic smile on her face and a wand pointed at his chest.
“Bellatrix.” The woman angled her face toward the speaker, which Remus instantly recognized as Severus Snape. He hadn’t seen him since school, and yet, strangely, Remus felt like they’d only just spoken recently.
“What do you want? I’m only going to have a bit of fun.” She turned those sadistic, crazed eyes back toward Remus.
“That would be... inadvisable.”
“Yeah and who are you to tell me what’s ‘inadvisable’, hmm?” Bellatrix looked as though she wanted to turn her wand on the wizard.
“Of course, you’re right. The Dark Lord certainly wouldn’t be upset with the death of his prisoner as long as it was you who did the killing, is that right Bellatrix?” Her lips tightened. She had the face of a toddler who was never denied anything now being told they couldn’t have any biscuits. The witch turned and left, pushing Severus out of the way as she went. Remus didn’t want to be the person who got in her warpath.
Moments later a brutish looking wizard grabbed Remus by the arm, pulling him to his feet, and steered him into the direction of the basement. The door had barely been opened before Remus was shoved through it and found himself face-down on the stone floor. Despite everything, he couldn’t help his smile. Only one more day. In twenty-four hours, maybe less, Remus would be a full fledged werewolf. That wooden door wouldn’t stand a chance. He was going to wreak havoc on everyone in the manor, and he couldn’t wait.
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Normally, Sirius thought Remus’ eyes looked honey brown. Tonight, in the dim light of his wand, they looked much lighter and brighter, nearly yellow in comparison. The wild look he had about him seemed more so now. Sirius felt like he should be able to place it, but he just couldn’t.
“What are you looking at?” Sirius’ attention was brought to the present. Remus was eating a sandwich he’d pilfered from the kitchen. It wasn’t much, but Sirius was worried someone might suspect something if he was seen getting two meals every night.
“Your eyes,” he admitted quietly.
“What about them?”
“I like them, but, they seem different today.” Remus shrugged.
“Different how?”
“I don’t know, Remus, they’re just... wild.” Remus nodded and looked contemplative for a moment.
“Listen, Sirius, tomorrow, when it happens, you will need to be the one that comes after me. Try to be alone. But, also...” Remus paused, “try not to get in my way, ok?” Sirius snorted.
“No offense, mate, but you look like you need all the help you can get even if you do look better than yesterday.”
“Sirius,” those nearly yellow eyes held his gaze, “trust me.” Sirius nodded.
“Alright, friend. I’ll trust you. When does this all happen?”
“After sun down. You’ll know once it starts happening. Everyone will.”
“Yeah, mate, way to be ominous.” Remus snorted.
“Just trust me.”
“Yeah, alright.” Sirius scooted over to the wall next to Remus. “Remus?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s your girlfriend like?” Sirius needed to hear Remus talk about her. If he could wrap his brain around the fact that Remus was straight and unavailable, maybe he could get him out of his head.
“Why?” Remus turned toward him almost wearily, like the question was suspicious.
“Hey, I’m just making conversation. Don’t get all mistrusting on me now.” Remus seemed to consider this awhile and turned his head forward again, facing the darkness of the room.
“It’s funny you should ask about her. She’s a cousin of yours, actually.” Sirius tried to imagine which of his cousins Remus could possibly be involved with and was drawing a blank.
“Who?”
“Nymphadora Tonks.”
“Ohhh.” It all made sense to Sirius now. “That’s Andromeda’s daughter. My mother burned her from the tapestry for marrying that muggle-born fellow. She’s a couple years younger than us and we were never allowed to talk about them, so I don’t really know her.” Remus turned to him, confused.
“I’m sorry, burned her from what?”
“The tapestry,” Sirius explained. “My mother has this enormous tapestry that has our entire family tree on it. If you cross her, she’ll disown you and burn you right off the tapestry. She’ll probably have me burned off it within the week.”
“Your own mother?”
“Oh, yeah. She’d be the first one to disown me. She’s a very, very proud woman.” Sirius chose not to look at Remus then. He didn’t want to see pity or anything similar on that face. Having lived with his mother all his life, Sirius was immune to her coldness. It was better than the sadistic meddling Bellatrix partook in. “So, you haven’t told me about this Nymphadora.” Remus snorted.
“Oh, she would have you in for calling her Nymphadora. She hates her name. Usually she goes by Tonks. I call her Dora.”
“Can’t say I blame her. Terrible name, that is.”
“And Sirius is better?”
“Hey, I am named after a star !” Sirius didn’t have to look at Remus to know that despite his tiredness, he was definitely rolling his eyes. “So, your girl, you’ve been with her long?”
“Yeah, we started talking at the end of seventh year and stayed in contact while she went through sixth and seventh. After she graduated we moved in together. It’s been a few months since then.”
“Sounds serious.”
“Yeah, I suppose.” Sirius looked over at Remus.
“Don’t get me wrong, mate, but you don’t sound too happy about it.” Remus sighed.
“If I can be honest, the night you picked me up, I was out alone because we’d had a bit of a row. Another one. I’m thinking of breaking things off with her.” A glimmer of hope -- stupid, meaningless hope -- sparked within Sirius and he felt instantly guilty that he’d felt it at all. Remus was clearly upset that things weren’t going as he’d hoped with Dora, Sirius shouldn’t be happy about that. Just because he and his girl are going through a rough patch doesn’t mean he’s going to suddenly decide he wants to date men, Sirius tried to reason with himself.
“That sounds like a rotten situation, mate. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Nah, don’t be. These things happen.” When Remus turned and looked at Sirius that time, he felt butterflies, honest to goodness butterflies like he hadn’t felt in years. Sirius, despite his better judgement, already had it bad.
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“This is your last chance, Remus, tell us where the Potters are being held!” Voldemort’s face was screwed up in anger and frustration. His brows were knit tightly over infuriated eyed, his lips were cast in a deep scowl, which bared his teeth as he spoke.
“I will never tell you a thing,” Remus spat, quite literally. Flecks of spittle and blood flung into Voldemort’s face.
“Crucio!” Remus screamed, tasted more of the tangy, metallic blood taste as his throat grew ever more raw. He could only comfort himself with the fact that this was it. This was the final day, the final moments of the final day. Soon, very soon, the wolf would take over, and the wolf was very, very angry.
“I don’t understand, Remus, I thought you loved your girlfriend. Tell me, why would you throw her life away like this? Are the Potter’s worth all of this? Would you see your beloved tortured, killed for the Potters?” Voldemort broke the spell and Remus took in shaky breaths.
“You... you are bluffing. You have... no... idea where she is.” Voldemort smiled.
“Really? Do you truly believe that is so? Would you be willing to stake her life on it?” Remus didn’t respond. So close... The first twitches were already beginning. “You’re pathetic, Remus. How could you be considered a good man if you won’t do what it takes to protect her?” Remus’ skin was beginning to itch. “I have no more patience to deal with you, Remus. The truth is, I no longer need you. I have another plan in place.” Voldemort turned and began walking toward the fire. Remus had to turn his head to still see him from where he was suspended above the dining room table. “I’m disappointed, Remus. This would have been much, much easier if you had just told me where the Potters were.”
“So I’m right,” he panted, “You’ve no idea where she is.”
“Remus, Remus, Remus... Of course we know where she is. You had the chance to save her, and you squandered it. I have men on her trail. They are going to bring her in tomorrow.” Voldemort turned back toward Remus, backlit by the fire and looking like the Devil himself. “Now, however, there is no deal. You will both die. Of course, Nymphadora,” Remus paled at the mention of her name, “will go first. Enjoy your last night here, Remus. Bellatrix,” the slender woman approached him, “I’m done here. Do what you want with him tonight, but make sure he lives until tomorrow. I want to deliver his punishment myself.”
“Yes, My Lord.” Bellatrix’s face was twisted into a grin as she turned to face Remus. The wolf could not get here quicker.
“Until tomorrow, Remus.” Voldmort said nothing else, but wisped away in a cloud of black smoke, leaving Remus to crash onto the table as he had the evening prior.
There were no windows in the dining room, however, it was very close to the front of the manor. There was a doorway, directly opposite the fire and on the other side of the table, through which you could just make out the foyer, which had great large windows on either side of the front door. This was to Remus’ left, and he had been watching for some time now as the light coming from that room changed into the red of sunset. Only a few moments prior, the light had disappeared entirely, signaling that night had fallen. Remus knew that at any moment the wolf would appear. He felt it in the way his bones ached, the way his skin itched, how his muscles were starting to crawl, restless. Even his vision was beginning to change. Soon, his consciousness would as well, and he would only be able to act on pure instinct -- the instinct to escape captivity, to feed, and to attack. He hoped that escape would take priority. He would have to trust the wolf knew what he needed most.
“Remus,” came Bellatrix’s sing-song voice. “Would you like to play a little game?” Remus looked up at her, and he knew. It’s time.
“Yes, let’s play.” Remus didn’t have a moment to relish the look on Bellatrix’s, though he wished desperately that he had. Instead, he used the last of his strength to roll off the table and scramble his way out the door and through to the foyer as quickly as he could, ignoring the pain, ignoring how there was still blood dripping down his chest from the latest of Voldemort’s calligraphy. The closer he was to outside, the better chance he had of the wolf doing what needed to be done. He’d caught the room by surprise -- some ten Death Eaters, completely shocked that someone who had put up with as much pain and as much abuse as Remus would have the gall to pull a stunt like running to the front door. What they didn’t realise, was that Remus wasn’t using his own strength anymore.
It took Remus no time to reach the foyer, and there, bright and elegant in the sky hung Remus’ worst fear, and yet, today, she was his best friend. The moon light washed over him and, though he didn’t need it for the transformation, it made it immediate. Excruciating pain erupted in every muscle, nerve-ending, joint, and bone in Remus’ body. His mind was finally able to relax.
Hello, wolf.
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