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The Wolf, the Otter, and the Slytherin	By : Tri Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 32025 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione frowned as she flipped a page, in anger at the lack of detail and information. Stacks of books surrounded her like a fort, spilling down onto the floor. Ever since seeing Remus, Hermione shook her head, Lupin in the private room in the Hospital Wing; Hermione scoured the books with any mention of a spell binding two people’s souls. It seem so very wrong on so many levels for a Death Eater to create a spell like that. Why would someone, train to kill and torture, want to make two people see each other as soul mates? Was it to rip them apart later?

Hermione sighed, closing another useless book before adding it to an over growing pile. Her head fell forward, laying her forehead against the cool wood. She knew that books were always good to her for studies, learning ways to keep her friends alive, and how to function but nothing in her beloved books had any mention of a spell like Dolohov had casted.

It was only two days ago that McGonagall called Hermione back so she could tell the werewolf about the spell. When McGonagall explain the true love theory and Dolohov’s spell effects, Lupin sat in silence. Hermione felt uncomfortable throughout the process, trying her best not make eye contact with her old professor. Once McGonagall perform the revealing spell, did Lupin’s face change from being blank to a look of shock. Lupin barely made eye contact with Hermione, which she was both happy about yet sadden at the same time.

“Hey, Hermione!” Harry yelled from the other end of the library, which earned him a snake like hiss from the librarian.

Sheepishly, Harry walked over and took the seat in front of her, before he placed the books onto the floor. Hermione huffed, grabbing a book from a third pile, opening it’s pages. “Oh, honestly, Harry. Seven years and you still haven’t learned proper library manners?”

“Six years, Hermione,” Harry noted, taking a book out of random. “The Fine and True Arts of Marriage Bonding by Sahara Welson? Hermione, are you thinking of asking Ron to marry you?”

Harry’s gaze might have been bright and strong as the sun as Hermione’s suddenly turn a dark red. “What?!” her shriek caused Hermione to get a familiar hiss from Miss Pince. Hermione shook her head, “I’m just researching, Harry.”

“But don’t you like, Ron? You did…kiss him.” Harry whispered like it was some sort of a secret.

Hermione sighed, “I do like Ron, a lot. But, we haven’t really talked about what happened yet. And, well…”

“Well what?”

“Something came up,” Hermione nibbled on her bottom lip. “Look, I will tell you and Ron later, when I understand it.”

Leaning forward, the boy was eager to know if it worried his friend. “What is it, Hermione?”

Hermione squirmed in her chair, as much as she wanted to tell Harry and Ron, she wasn’t ready for them to know the truth. “I’m sorry, I just can’t right now.”

Harry nodded, “I understand. Just know if you need help, you can always count on me and Ron.”

Squeezing his hands, she smiled back at him, “Thank you, Harry.”

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An official Order meeting was called in the staffroom, consisting of the remaining Order members. Hermione had to be pulled away from her never-ending research by Ron and Harry. Hermione sat in one of the conjured couches, sitting between Harry and Ron, her nose still imbedded into the pages. The boys gave up on coaxing her out after five minutes. Of course, after Hermione reminded Ron of yellow birds after he tried to charm the book away.

The first time Hermione looked up from the book, to turn a page, she saw who else was here. Joining on their couch, Ginny sat close to Harry, her hand wrapped in his. Across from them sat the Weasley family, at least some of them. Mrs. Weasley was currently fusing with Charlie’s growing pony-tail and new nose ring once again. Hermione felt glad that the beloved matriarch wasn’t in grief over Fred’s death so much. It was bringing back some normalcy to the castle.

George was nowhere in sight and over the boys whining over Hermione’s book obsession, Ginny told her that he was in his bedroom back at the Burrow while Bill watched over him. Neville sat in the corner, squirming nervously as he had been inducted into the Order as an honorary member. Or maybe it was the fact that Fleur was sitting right next to him, Hermione was not positive on that one. Kingsley sat in the chair next to him, sipping on a cooling cup of coffee.

The rest of the Order, along with Hagrid, was nowhere in sight.

“Blimey, Hermione,” Ron complain, “Can you give it a rest for once?”

Hermione huffed, glaring daggers at the redhead. “Ronald Weasley, for the last time, I’m trying to do important research right now. I will take whatever time to find and locate the missing information-Hey!”

During her rant, somehow Harry grabbed the book from her. Hermione saw Ginny giggle as Harry raised it above her head, silently begging her to reach for it. Hermione huffed again and sank into the couch, her arms cross. She would not sink to their bullish level.

The door to the staff room opened and shut as two sets of feet came marching it. The trio watched as both McGonagall and Mr. Weasley walked in, the latter with a gray look to his face. Mr. Weasley joined his wife’s side, taking her hand close into his as McGonagall took to the front of the room.

“Thank you all for gathering here today’s meeting. It has been three days since the battle now and we have finished the counting and placing of the causalities,” she spoke like the start of an important lecture. “Many of those injured have either sent to St. Mungo’s for further treatment or back home. Currently, we have estimated the casualties to be in the sixties, including the Order, students who got in the crosshairs, and several Death Eaters.”

“Minerva,” the baritone voice of Kingsley boomed through the small room, “What does this have to do with the Order? I understand that many of us have fallen but we were there, we know how many died.”

The aged witched sighed, her once high shoulders sagging, “On the initial list of the deceased, two of the many are now unaccountable.”

“Two? What in heaven are you talking about?” Mrs. Weasley demanded, voicing everyone’s thoughts.

Mr. Weasley spoke to the room as he looked at his wife, “Molly, a few hours after the battle, we found Remus alive.”

All but the trio gasped in shock, murmuring to each other until McGonagall silenced them all with a look. The one who voice her question first was Fleur as she spoke with her cool French accent, “Lupin being alive eez good yes, but ‘ow eez he alive?”

“We do not know for certain. But at the moment, we are suspecting the curse that struck him and Miss Granger back in her fifth year.”

Oh, Merlin! Hermione wished the couch would come alive and swallow her whole. She prayed that McGonagall would not talk about that in front of everyone. She still hadn’t told Harry or Ron!

Ginny looked over to her, frowning at the no doubt mortified expression Hermione had on.

“What does Hermione have to do with anything with Lupin being alive?”

McGonagall wasn’t the only uncomfortable as her voice was beginning to stammer. “They were struck by a similar curse by the Death Eater Dolohov and bear the same scar and we-”

“We are soul mates!”

Hermione yelled out over McGonagall. If anyone was going to tell it, Hermione was going to. It was about her and she needed to say that. When the words went out, she could feel everyone’s gaze all on her. Hermione took a deep breath and her hand drifted over to Ron’s wanting some support to keep her grounded. As her fingers brushed against his, Ron pulled his hand way sharply as if she was made out of fire.

She sighed, keeping her eyes to the floor. A sharp dull pain ripped through her stomach. Swallowing tight, she spoke again, “That is the current theory. Nothing is proven or disproven yet, just that our magic is now bonded.”

“Just because your magic is together does not make you two soul mates,” Harry said, his voice rising from shock.

Not so true, Harry,” Charlie at last was speaking, “In some pureblood traditions, marriages were often perform with a hand fastening and before that, they would bind the magic of the couple so they could not divorce easily. It is very hard to separate the two magic after that, if they do then it is very painful.”

Hermione buried her head in her hands, her elbows digging into her jeans. She had read that in the old ages that people back then saw the magical essence that everything possessed was seen as a soul. But she never read that binding two magicks would be like getting married.

“It is said that if should one of them is injured then they are healed if the other one is alright. It is even rumor that they would come back to life if the other lives.” Charlie finished off.

“Yes, leave it to Hermione to get married to a mangy mutt,”

Hermione snapped her head up that could have caused whiplash. Her jaw bones loosen and swooped down as she looked at Ron. “Ron!”

“You are always supporting the welfare of the lesser beings, so being married to one might be a new poster child!” the young Weasley boy growled out.

Near tears, Hermione raised her hand and strike him down when a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed her wrist, stalling her. Hermione was ready to tell Harry off, knowing that Ron needed to behave. Yet when she looked up, her heart stopped for a moment when she saw the angry, scowling face of Lupin. His anger was directed at Ron not Hermione.

“Enough,” he growled, nearly coming out as a real growl. “It was not like Hermione choose this but what is done is done, Mr. Weasley. I’m grateful to Hermione; I would not be alive if she wasn’t struck with that curse.”

Ron huffed and got up and walked over and stood next to Neville, acting like a child who lost his favorite toy. Lupin must have felt her rapid heart beating under his fingers as he soon let go and gave her an apologetic smile. He took a seat next to Kingsley. He didn’t know that her heart wasn’t beating out of fear but rather at the closeness he was to her. Hermione could still smell his cologne but before she could identify them, Mrs. Weasley voice cut through.

“It is good to see you again, Remus,” she smiled at the werewolf yet her voice was betrayed by her anger toward her son.

He returned the smile with his own, “And to all of you as well. Harry,” his smile at the black shaggy haired boy was priceless like an uncle seeing his favorite nephew again. “I heard you did amazing against the Dark Lord. I knew you would.”

“T-Thank you, Professor Lupin,” it must have taken a lot of conviction for Harry from him running over and hugging the man.

He chuckled; the rich volumes sent chills down Hermione’s spine, washing away the tears from her eyes almost. She logically ruled it at the fact that seventy-two hours ago, she thought she would never hear it again. Yes, that had to be right. “Harry, I’m not a professor anymore. Just call me Remus.”

Neville coughed, clearing his throat before speaking. “You said that there were two people unaccountable. Who was the other?”

McGonagall and Mr. Weasley shifted in their spot like ants had crawled down their bodies.

“After the smoke cleared, we went to the Shrieking Shack to collect Snape’s body,” Mr. Weasley squeezed his wife’s hand tightly. “Yet when we walked in, we saw nothing but a puddle of his blood. I swore I saw someone in a black cloak running off in the distance.”

Neville shifted in his seat now, thinking back to the professor that seem to make it his duty to treat Neville to a classroom Hell. “But didn’t Harry say that he saw S-Snape die?”

Hermione eyes drifted over the room, her eyes zooming over Ron yet they settled on Lupin for a second longer. She moved up in the couch, “We never checked for a pulse.”

“But his throat was ripped to shreds!” Harry exclaimed loudly

Lupin folded his hands together, his legs crossing at the ankle. “I would not put it past Severus to

think of a way to escape death. He might have survived or someone helped him.”

“Yeah, but who in the world would save that greasy bat?”

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Unknown to the Order members, across the country in a room lavished only by too much green and very little silver, a pair of ebony eyes snapped open. The owner of the said eyes looked around until they caught the glimpse of silver hair.

“Finally you are awake, Severus.”

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Authors: My only worry while writing this was butchering the French accent; let’s hope it is good for you guys. So, please review and rate!
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