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Guardians In Love	By : FyreFawn Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16182 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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The time had flown by for Hermione. It was already October and with it came a damp chill and horrid weather. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose and the flower beds turned into muddy streams.

Hermione, who usually could be found outside with Ron and Harry on nice sunny days was currently making her way to the common room. She was carrying a book with her, one of two that she had gotten for her birthday.

This was the second time she had received an anonymous gift, the first being last Christmas. She didn’t think too much about it. After all, Professor McGonagall, who had seen the owl deliver the anonymous gift, taught Hermione the spell to check for dark magic. “Never trust an anonymous gift giver. Be safe and always check first,” she had advised Hermione.

Both the books were safe and since Hermione was ahead of her homework currently, she decided to do a bit of reading. She was going to start with reading Ancient and Magical Weres Volume 4. She wasn’t sure when she was going to start on the other book. She was a little miffed at whoever sent it. Obviously, someone had a sick sense of humor. As if she wouldn’t be able to comprehend information about werewolves. How ridiculous.

She found Ron over by the window flipping through a quidditch magazine. Finding a comfy spot to sit, she opened the book to the first chapter and began to read.

Beginnings and History

Pantera have existed since the beginning of time, and are the only known weres allowed to travel between other dimensions, most likely due to the fact that they had been established as guardians of dimensional gateways.

What are dimensions, you may well ask. Many a witch and wizard confuse them with an alternate universe, which they are not.

Now, do alternate universes exist? Why certainly. So, what is the difference between a dimension and an alternate universe?

An alternate universe is where another you exists, but that other you is living a different life.

A dimension is on another plane; consider it a completely different world.

Now another question has entered your mind, If only the Pantera were allowed to travel between dimensions, why have the need for guardians? Well, if you weren’t allowed to do something, would that stop you from trying? Of course not.

Evil and good exists in each dimension and there is always someone who wants to get through, whether because of curiosity or ambitious greed.

Not only were the Pantera guardians of the gateways, they were also history keepers. You may well recognize some of these names; J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Christopher Paolini, and *Grim. They all were Pantera, charting dimensional history in scrolls.

There are many that believe that the Pantera have gone, or are going extinct, just as many other weres have. We however, do not believe this. Take for instance, the city of Atlantis. Due to greed and pride, the city was completely and utterly destroyed.

In Ancient and Magical Weres Volume One we wrote a guide on the Poseidians, a were race name after the sea god. They were giant whaleweres. In their whale form their skin was as gold and silver, their eyes as bright gems. Their purpose was to teach and give knowledge.

Their city, Atlantis, was where the knowledge was maintained. It wasn’t kept written in scrolls for reading, it was kept within the city’s magic. Those who yearned for knowledge had to travel to the great city. The Poseidians could not give knowledge outside the city borders for outside the city, for their magic did not exist beyond the borders.

Once the city was destroyed, the magic was destroyed. The Poseidians, no longer having magical capability or purpose of giving knowledge, eventually died out. You could say that purpose keeps creation alive.

So why take the long route to get to our point? Simple. Do dimensions still exist? Most definitely, so then, the gateways still exist as well as dimensional history. The Pantera still have a purpose.

*Grim (also known as the Reaper) is the only Pantera who leads the spirits of the deceased into the dimensional worlds of the afterlife.

Hermione thought this was a very interesting read and was eager to learn more about the Pantera, when Harry walked and began speaking about a deathday party he had promised to attend, and he went to change clothes.

“A deathday party?” Hermione said when she saw Harry come back. “I bet there aren’t many people who can say they’ve been to one of those – it’ll be fascinating!

Why would anyone want to celebrate the day they died?” said Ron, who was halfway through his potions homework and grumpy. He rather thought Hermione was a bit mad in the head. “Sounds dead depressing to me…”

Hermione, noticing Ron was struggling with potions, put her book down and helped him with the rest of his homework. She ignored the antics of Fred and George as well as the chaos that occurred with the poor salamander. All the while, rain continued lashing at the windows.

Remus was like a cat that swallowed the canary at this moment. “Or was it a dog that swallowed a cat?” he mused silently to himself while sipping on his glass of wine. Hearing Severus grumble, he smirked. Usually Severus took the more dominant role in their relationship, with Remus having his turns every once in a while, and this was most definitely his turn. “What’s the matter Severus? Am I too being complicated for you?” Remus asked innocently, and then chuckled when his mate glared at him.

Severus was currently fixing a steak and shrimp dinner with mashed potatoes and a green salad. He had spent the entire day catering to Remus, and he still had the whole night to go. This was him paying for the book he bought Hermione, and his comment to Remus about werewolves. He grumbled again as Remus spoke up, “Another glass of wine love.” Grabbing the bottle of wine we walked over and refilled Remus’ glass, scowling.

Remus examined him. “I told you I would make you pay for what you said and did. It’s not my fault if you misunderstood and expected the payment to be enjoyable.”

Severus huffed, turned away and went back to the stove to finish preparing dinner.

Having eaten dinner, the men were now relaxing on the sofa, with Remus lying down, his head in Severus’ lap, and Severus was stroking Remus hair. Remus could feel Severus stare down at him, and struggled not to smile.

Remus sat up and stretched. “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom, I believe it’s time for a massage.” He almost laughed at the look on Severus’ face. It was a look disbelief. “Come on. Let’s go.” He urged Severus as he walked into the bedroom. Severus reluctantly followed him and then watched as Remus began shedding his clothes. “I think a full body massage will do just fine,” Remus advised.

Remus looked at Severus and frowned. “Take off your clothes.” He commanded and went to fetch the massage oils he had bought the day before. Bringing over to Severus he gave them to him, “Here, smell these. Don’t they smell nice? I bet they’ll feel really nice too.”

Severus sniffed the oils and had to agree with Remus. They smelled very lovely, like scents of nature, rain, sage and grass. They were scents only weres could appreciate.

Remus set the bottles on the dresser and looked at Severus disapprovingly. “I told you to take off your clothes.”

“Remus, I don’t think”

“Now Severus!” Remus ordered sternly.

Severus started to strip.

“Happy now?” he grouchily asked once he was completely naked.

“Why yes, I am.” Remus teased. “Bring the oils over here and set them on the night stand.”

Severus did as asked, and right when he set the oils down, Remus pushed him face down onto the bed.

“What-” Severus started to ask.

“Shh. Quiet now.”

Severus shut his mouth.

Remus spoke to Severus as he poured a bit of oil onto his hands. “You know, you really ought to stop misunderstanding me. Or is it me being too complicated again? You did well today Severus, granted you complained a bit, but you took your payment well. So here is the rest of your payment. I hope you enjoy it,” he said as he began rubbing the oil into Severus shoulders.

“You can make sounds all you want, just don’t speak. Understand?”

Severus nodded his head and enjoyed the ministrations of Remus’ hand on his body. The sensation was wondrous, and oils were making his skin tingle. He moaned as hands wandered and worked out the muscles in his arms and legs. He jumped and stiffened when there was the sting of a quick slap to his ass, but just as quickly the sting was removed by gentle hands rubbing over the area and he relaxed again.

Severus’ body was so relaxed, that when it was time to turn onto his back, Remus had to help him. Fingers caressingly moved over his face, they became firmer when they moved down his neck, then chest.

Severus arched up as Remus pinched, then licked his nipples. Hands now moved down his waist and to his legs, bypassing the hardness that was standing proudly in the air. Severus moaned in disappointment. Hand’s squeezed his thigh muscles, calf muscles, and fingertips tickled at his feet.

He was waiting impatiently for Remus to move back up and touch him where he needed it most, when he noticed that Remus hands weren’t touching him anymore. His eyes shot opened and he observed Remus looking smugly at him. “Why did you stop?”

“I’m done, that’s why. Did you not enjoy it?”

Severus panicked, “You can’t be done!”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Remus drew his gaze down Severus’ body until it stopped at a certain appendage waving upright.

“Ahh. I see what’s wrong. I forgot a certain body part.”

Severus sighed in relief and then drew in a breath as Remus finally touched him. With rough, skilled, and gentle hands, he stroked Severus cock, cupping and squeezing his balls lightly with his other hand. Severus sobbed in pleasure as Remus took him in his mouth, slowly sucking. His hips bucked upwards and Remus sucked harder. Taking a finger, he eased it into Severus puckered hole, slowly thrusting it in and out. Severus panted, “Please, Please Remus.”

Remus continued his sucking and spoke to Severus in his mind, “Cum Sev, cum for me, let me taste you.” With those words Severus shouted out and released hot spurts of cum into Remus’ mouth.

Remus swallowed Severus’ release with relish. It was always incredible how Severus tasted. Moving up Severus’ body he kissed him gently. “You always taste so damn good.” He whispered, and lay down, wrapping Severus in his arms.

Both men were quiet for a minute. “So, do you still think I’m complicated?” Remus asked.

“No,” Severus answered. “I think you’re perfect.”

With that, both men eased into slumber.

Hermione was relieved to be leaving the deathday party. “Fascinating indeed!” Hermione scolded herself. “It’s like counting your eggs before they hatch.” Not one ounce of edible food was there. It was either rotted or molded. Then they ran into peeves, who had overheard Hermione talking about Moaning Myrtle, who had to stir up trouble by calling her over and then upsetting her. Moaning Myrtle, needless to say, had gone off wailing.

Now they were heading back to the entrance hall with Ron leading the way. Hermione rolled her eyes when Ron started talking about food. It was always food with him. She saw Harry stumble to a halt out of the corner of her eye. “Harry, what’re you - ?”

“It’s that voice again – shut up a minute –”

She didn’t hear anything. Was he okay? Maybe the deathday party got to him.

“Listen!” said Harry urgently, and Ron and Hermione froze, watching him.

“This way!” he shouted, and began to run up the stairs.

Startled into place, it took a second for Hermione to realize this, and Ron was already right behind Harry. She ran after them, and caught up with them in time to hear Ron say, “Harry, what’re we –”

“SHH!

Hermione was very worried and bewildered. She was about to speak and ask what was wrong, when he shouted “It’s going to kill someone!” They ran after him again as he started running up the next flight of steps. Hermione panting, followed as quickly as she could, they turned a corner and came to a stop.

“Harry, what was that all about?” said Ron, wiping sweat off his face. “I couldn’t hear anything….”

Hermione was peering down the passage way and spotted something shining on the wall ahead. She gave a sudden gasp, pointing down the corridor. “Look!”

They approached slowly, squinting through the darkness. Foot-high words had been daubed on the wall between two windows, shimmering in the light cast by the flaming torches.

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.

“What’s that thing – hanging underneath?” said Ron, a slight quiver in his voice.

As they edged nearer, Harry almost slipped — there was a large puddle of water on the floor; Ron and Hermione grabbed him, and they inched toward the message, eyes fixed on a dark shadow beneath it. All three of them realized what it was at once, and leapt backward with a splash.

Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat, was hanging by her tail from the torch bracket. She was stiff as a board her eyes wide and staring.

Hermione gasped in horror. She wasn’t fond of Mrs. Norris, but still, she was someone’s pet.

For a few seconds, they didn't move. Then Ron said, "Let's get out of here."

"Shouldn't we try and help —" Harry began awkwardly.

Hermione agreed with Harry. They should try and do something.

"Trust me," said Ron. "We don't want to be found here."

But it was too late. A rumble, as though of distant thunder, told them that the feast had just ended. From either end of the corridor where they stood came the sound of hundreds of feet climbing the stairs, and the loud, happy talk of well-fed people; next moment, students were crashing into the passage from both ends.

“Oh no!” whispered Hermione.

The chatter, the bustle, the noise died suddenly as the people in front spotted the hanging cat. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood alone, in the middle of the corridor, as silence fell among the mass of students pressing forward to see the grisly sight.

Then someone shouted through the quiet.

"Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!"

It was Draco Malfoy.

"What's going on here? What's going on?"

Hermione winced.

Attracted no doubt by Malfoy's shout, Argus Filch came shouldering his way through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. Norris and fell back, clutching his face in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What's happened to Mrs. Norris?" he shrieked.

And his popping eyes fell on Harry.

Hermione hurried to speak, “Mr. Filch, it wasn’t Ha-”

But he wouldn’t listen.

You!" he screeched. "You! You've murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you! I'll —"

"Argus!"

Dumbledore had arrived on the scene, followed by a number of other teachers. In seconds, he had swept past Harry, Ron, and Hermione and detached Mrs. Norris from the torch bracket.

"Come with me, Argus," he said to Filch. "You, too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."

Lockhart offered his office for use, much to the dismay of Harry and Ron.

The silent crowd parted to let them pass. Lockhart, looking excited and important, hurried after Dumbledore; so did Professors McGonagall and Snape. Lockhart lit the candles on his desk and stood back. Dumbledore lay Mrs. Norris on the polished surface and began to examine her. Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged tense looks and sank into chairs outside the pool of candlelight, watching. The tip of Dumbledore's long, crooked nose was barely an inch from Mrs. Norris's fur. He was looking at her closely through his half-moon spectacles, his long fingers gently prodding and poking. Professor McGonagall was bent almost as close, her eyes narrowed. And Lockhart was hovering around all of them, making suggestions.

"It was definitely a curse that killed her — probably the Transmogrifian Torture — I've seen it used many times, so unlucky I wasn't there, I know the very counter curse that would have saved her…"

Hermione was beginning to realize how much of an idiot Professor Lockhart truly was. She rolled her eyes and dismissed what he was saying.

Snape loomed behind them, half in shadow, wearing a most peculiar expression: It was as though he was trying hard not to smile.

Filch was slumped in a chair by the desk, unable to look at Mrs. Norris, face in his hands, and his body was heaving with dry, racking sobs. Hermione was trying very hard not to cry herself. Losing a pet must be awful.

Dumbledore was now muttering strange words under his breath and tapping Mrs. Norris with his wand but nothing happened. She continued to look as though she had been recently stuffed.

At last Dumbledore straightened up.

"She's not dead, Argus," he said softly.

Hermione about sobbed in relief.

"Not dead?" choked Filch, looking through his fingers at Mrs. Norris. "But why's she all — all stiff and frozen?"

"She has been Petrified," said Dumbledore ("Ah! I thought so!" said Lockhart). "But how, I cannot say…"

"Ask him!" shrieked Filch, turning his blotched and tearstained face to Harry.

Hermione prickled in defense. It wasn’t Harry, and she was just about to tell him so, but Dumbledore defended Harry for her.

Mr. Filch wasn’t convinced that Harry had nothing to do with it and wouldn’t let up, so it was a surprise when Snape came to Harry’s defense.

"Potter and his friends may have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time," he said, a slight sneer curling his mouth as though he doubted it. "But we do have a set of suspicious circumstances here. Why was he in the upstairs corridor at all? Why wasn't he at the Halloween feast?"

Harry, Ron and Hermione all launched into an explanation about the deathday party. "… there were hundreds of ghosts; they'll tell you we were there —"

"But why not join the feast afterward?" said Snape, his black eyes glittering in the candlelight. "Why go up to that corridor?"

Hermione held her breath as she and Ron looked at Harry. “It probably wasn’t a good idea for him to be telling everyone about hearing voices”, she thought.

"Because — because — because we were tired and wanted to go to bed," he said.

"Without any supper?" said Snape, a triumphant smile flickering across his gaunt face. "I didn't think ghosts provided food fit for living people at their parties."

"We weren't hungry," said Ron loudly as his stomach gave a huge rumble.

Hermione groaned silently. They were done for.

Snape's nasty smile widened.

"I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter is not being entirely truthful," he said. "It might be a good idea if he were deprived of certain privileges until he is ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel he should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest."

Hermione saw red and she struggled to hold her temper.

"Really, Severus," said Professor McGonagall sharply, "I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn't hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong."

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," Dumbledore said firmly. Snape looked furious. So did Filch.

"My cat has been Petrified!" he shrieked, his eyes popping. "I want to see some punishment!"

"We will be able to cure her, Argus," said Dumbledore patiently. "Professor Sprout recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. As soon as they have reached their full size, I will have a potion made that will revive Mrs. Norris."

"I'll make it," Lockhart butted in. "I must have done it a hundred times. I could whip up a Mandrake Restorative Draught in my sleep —"

"Excuse me," said Snape icily. "But I believe I am the Potions master at this school."

There was a very awkward pause.

"You may go," Dumbledore said to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

They left the office, Hermione stopped.

“Come on Hermione! Let’s get out of here!” Ron urged.

“You guys go ahead,” Hermione encouraged, “I want to talk to someone. I won’t be long.”

She watched as the boys left as quickly as they could without actually running.

Hermione waited about ten more minutes, giving the excuse to the other professors, as they came out, that she had a potions question to ask Professor Snape. He came billowing out of Lockhart’s office, following filch, and not seeing Hermione, he walked passed her.

Hermione stopped him, “Professor!”

Startled he turned quickly. “Miss Granger, to what do I owe this honor?” he said bit sarcastically.

“Why do you dislike Harry? I know you favor Slytherin above the other houses, but you are particularly cruel to Harry. Why?”

His eyes grew remote, “That, Miss Granger is not your concern.”

She ignored him and continued her questioning. “He has done nothing to you for you to hold a personal grudge, so what’s the reason?”

He sneered at her, “You think you’re clever enough, so figure it out for yourself.”

“I think it has to do with your past,” she ventured, and when she saw him stiffen she knew she was on the right track. She continued on. “You went to school here the same time as his parents did. What happened? What did they do that made you hate them so much that you take it out on a boy who had nothing to do with it?”

She stopped for a millisecond enough to take a breath, most likely to gather courage. “You’re being immature Professor. That was long ago. Harry might look like his father, but he may be nothing like him. You carry a grudge too far. You shouldn’t be punishing Harry for the sins of hi-.”

All the while she was talking, Snapes countenance was getting darker and darker, his eyes beginning to flame in anger. One part of Hermione’s mind was conscious of this fact, and in a mantra kept repeating “Oh no, Oh no, Oh no!” The other part was urging her on, for truthfully, he was being immature. He was acting like a teenager still bent on revenge.

“ENOUGH!” Snape yelled.

Hermione stopping mid word, mouth still open, closed her mouth immediately with an audible snap.

He walked toward Hermione slowly, while biting out words, “Do not presume to tell me how you think I should or shouldn’t act! You weren’t there! You weren’t even born yet! It isn’t your damn problem! Do you understand you insufferable, annoying little girl?! Fifty point from Gryffindor for ticking me off! Now. Get out of my sight and stay out! If I ever see you again, I swear..” He cut off his sentence, spun on his heel, and swiftly walked away.

Hermione slid to the floor, her body boneless and trembling. She doubted she’d be welcome in potions class anymore, but she would still have to attend, even Professor Snape knew that.

She admitted to herself that she might have taken it too far. Though she felt she was right without a doubt, she was a child, and he was an adult. What right did she have to say anything?

Hermione picked herself up and headed for the library. She had some researching to do about the chamber and Filches cat. And maybe, just maybe, she could figure out why Harry was hearing voices.
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