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Chapter 75: What a Week, Part I

"My Lord," said Snape, hoping his voice did not betray his shock. This would have to be approached carefully. "He is a mere boy. He does not reach his majority for another year ..."

"I am aware of it, Severus," the Dark Lord said sleekly. "It is not as if I have never taken acolytes so young previously, is it?"

"I was of age, my Lord," Snape said, with a humble bow of his head.

"Your young friend – who is no longer with us -" the Dark Lord stroked his own left forearm contemplatively, "Regulus ... yes ... the brother of the blood traitor Animagus – my, how we forget ..." the Dark Lord pulled down his sleeve once more and regarded Snape, "... was young Malfoy's age."

"My Lord, yes."

"The task I have in mind for him will test his mettle; a test his peacock of a father could never pass and his vapid mother would not even have the wherewithal to attempt."

"Perhaps, my Lord, if it is an important task, it would be better assigned to a safer pair of hands than those of a mere boy?" Snape ventured, not wanting the task, but wanting the knowledge of it.

The Dark Lord inclined his head towards Snape and he glided around his kneeling form. "Your enthusiasm for our cause is a joy to me, Severus. You are a dedicated servant." Snape nodded his head, with a tight smile.

"I believe, Severus, that ultimately you will need to ensure the task is fulfilled. It will be ... I have no doubt ... a fitting denouement to the subservience you have found repulsive for all these years. It will be your liberation."

It was so unexpected, Snape knew his physical jolt was noticeable. The Dark Lord expected Draco to attempt to kill Dumbledore! When Draco failed, as he so assuredly would, then Snape should accomplish the task.

"Ah! Your heart leaps at the thought – your liberation from the old fool and his imbecilic belief in the power of love!" the Dark Lord sneered. "How you must suffer to pretend to be so much less than you truly are or can ever be at the feet of that weak old man. We shall watch as Draco fails – we shall watch his mother and – when I deem it fitting to release him – his preening fool of a father – suffer as their son suffers. Failure is not a trait befitting a Death Eater. His father failed. His failure has seen the loss of the Prophecy and that I ... I ... have had to re-site my own headquarters because of Ministry snoopers. Draco's failure and his – correction – will be a warning to my loyal followers." The Dark Lord ceased pacing around Snape and stood before him.

"Do not speak of your knowledge of the task to the boy, Severus. Let him show me whether he possesses any resource or spark of his own. Do I make myself understood?"

"My Lord, yes." Snape bowed low. "My Lord?" Snape kept his eyes to the floor.

"Yes – Severus?" The Dark Lord stroked Snape's head, his head inclined to the bowed body, granting his acolyte the indulgence of being heard.

"Forgive my impudence in asking. I only do so to have information to carry through your desires ..."

"But, of course, Severus, of course." Pat.

" ... are you closer to Ministry control than I understood to – ah – extinguish the Headmaster?"

There was silence. Snape wondered if he had overstepped the mark – the mark he always had to guess at as it had no fixed spot that he had ever determined. He calmed his breathing as if he faced a predator that could smell fear.

"Stand, Severus, and unmask."

Snape did so, gently exhaling to keep calm, meeting the Dark Lord's red-eyed gaze.

"You may as well know that today I demanded Fudge stand aside for me. The blustering idiot will not. He will soon see the consequences of that stupidity. I will make a personal demonstration of my power for him. I have told him the date and time it will occur." Snape considered how to pursue the discussion to obtain details, but the Dark Lord was interested in other things.

"Now, walk with me and tell me of your progress with our great work. I have a plan that may assist you ..."

oooOOOooo

Snape was furious!

He had hoped for at least some time at Spinner's End with Lupin in the summer; Lupin seemed to love it so, although Snape still couldn't fathom why. Now, he would be cursed with Pettigrew's presence in his home to "assist him" with his Muggle-murdering poison. He would have to live with it. It was important that the Dark Lord believed the 'great project' could be accomplished. It meant he expected less from Snape in the way of murder and torture. Now he was bonded with Lupin, he did not want to besmirch Lupin's soul that was enjoined with his, even for Dumbledore's great plan.

Still, there it was. At least, they still had the flat and at least he wasn't obliged to take the rat travelling with him. He was to stay at Spinner's End to assist him – nothing more. Snape was sure his cover was intact. For surely, if the Dark Lord suspected him, Pettigrew would hardly be a spy to challenge a double agent of Snape's capability.

He would have to ask Lupin what Pettigrew's brewing skills were like at school. As far as he could recall (and really he had not taken a great deal of notice of the short, pudgy hanger-on), Pettigrew was not proficient, but not disastrous either. Ah – but there it was – the solution - a few brewing disasters, carefully engineered by Snape, endangering the Dark Lord's beloved project, would remove Pettigrew from him. But he'd let him stay for a while – all the better to have him to blame and be the object for correction – when the poison was consistently ruined by a second-rate potioneer. Snape smirked.

A small measure of retribution then. Excellent. It was, perhaps, not so bad.

He arrived at the dungeons. He had walked through the grounds and school and not met a soul. Hogwarts was oddly disturbing during the summer months with only Dumbledore, Filch, Hagrid and the house-elves in attendance.

House-elves. Tippy. Yes, she needed to be warned to stay at the flat unless she was called. It would not do to have his and Lupin's house-elf known to the Dark Lord. He would speak to her once he had apprised Dumbledore of Draco Malfoy's imminent branding and his assigned test of loyalty and worth. Of course, Dumbledore would take it in his stride. There was nothing a school boy could do to a sorcerer of the power and stature of Albus Dumbledore.

oooOOOooo

He had not wanted Lupin to go to Somerset. It had only been a fortnight since the battle, but Lupin was recovering. Occasionally, there were even a few small jokes. They lifted Snape's heart. And as for the last time they made love! It was Lupin at his lusty best and had nearly undone Snape, it had been so unexpected.

It was the last day of term after breakfast. The children had all left on the Hogwarts Express and they themselves would be Disapparating from the Hogwarts perimeter for London after lunch, then Lupin would be heading out to Somerset with David.

Snape had been bottling up the last of his brewing and Lupin had been helping with the labelling. Over these past two weeks, Lupin had taken to watching and talking to Snape as he brewed, seemingly understanding instinctively – or perhaps Snape's features became set in a certain expression – when not to speak when Snape needed complete concentration or he needed to begin an incantation for any enchanted Potion. He didn't know what the trigger was, but Lupin understood it and it worked well for them. Snape had never envisaged having someone sit with him for hours upon end in this, his sanctuary. It felt so natural. He quickly stole a look at Lupin labelling as neatly as he could. Such a perfect partnership, Snape thought.

They had finished and Snape was racking the cleaned phials when, softly and silently, Lupin had wrapped his hands around Snape's waist from behind and started to nuzzle his neck. Ah, the waxing of the moon! Snape thought as Lupin fingers pressed into his stomach, sending a deep and delicious thrill to his groin.

Lupin chuckled deeply, his deep, dirty chuckle that Snape found so very sexy. He let his head fall back to savour it and the effect it had on his skin, and his happiness as he realised this was the first time he had heard it since the battle, and knowing that if Lupin chuckled like that, he would be thinking lascivious thoughts about him. It made his insides boil with hot desire.

"It's been quite a while since I made the Potions Master mine on the Potions bench," Lupin murmured into Snape's ear as he nibbled at the lobe and licked behind it.

Remus's fantasies, Snape would have smiled if Lupin hadn't hungrily claimed Snape's mouth as Snape turned his head to say something. Whatever it was, it was forgotten instantly as Lupin's hand grasped him possessively and he felt the spell remove his shirt, but not his robe. Lupin had explained his fascination with Snape's robe once, back in the library at Grimmauld Place – now there was a memory to conjure with! – but Snape found it extraordinary how Lupin loved Snape to be dishevelled precisely because – well, because he was known for always being so formal and "buttoned up".

Only once the shirt was gone did Lupin cast the spell to undo his robe buttons tantalisingly slowly, slowly enough to excite them both as Lupin pressed Snape to the bench, kissing him to set his skin alight until the robe was undone. Then, just as slowly, he peeled the robe away from one shoulder so he could nurse the skin – kissing, biting and licking his neck, shoulder and revealing the shoulder joint to bite it gently as Snape was held helpless and sighing with each small pleasure against the bench, his neck stretching for more as Lupin pressed and gently ground against him, Snape's robe now hanging off one shoulder completely. Snape gripped the bench as Lupin's hands found the waistband of his trousers and began to smooth them down his hips as he sank to his own knees behind Snape pulling them all the way down and off.

Lupin kissed his way up Snape's leg as one hand held the heavy robe away from him, pushing it to the side and then he ran his hands up Snape's thigh and over his butt cheeks, slowly parting them, so his tongue continued kissing and licking until it gently circled Snape's opening. Snape moaned loudly at the exquisite feel of it as Lupin pushed his tongue in, and Snape unfocused completely, his grip on the bench unable to be any tighter, as Lupin repeated the motion slowly, over and over, he held Snape's hips tightly and Snape moaned incessantly, flexing and grasping with his fingers at the bench as he did so.

Lupin straightened himself up slowly, and spelled away his own clothes, then pressed his own hips against Snape's backside, flesh thrilling flesh at the touch and he slowly worked his way in, smoothing his hands up Snape's back to hold his shoulders, and kiss his neck fervently as he thrust into him, each thrust making Snape groan until Lupin thrust against his prostate and Snape cried out, closing his eyes as colours blossomed in his vision, and he raised himself onto his hands away from the bench so Lupin's hand could find and pace his cock in time. The pace wasn't hurried. It was luxurious and deep, each rolling thrust searching for maximum pleasure for both men as Lupin gasped out Snape's name to the background of Snape's delirious cries, made louder as Lupin's other hand left Snape's hip and moved to massage his balls instead. Snape gripped the bench hard to anchor himself and pushed back hard, crying out, "Please!"

Lupin thrust in earnest now, Snape's own body alight and re-flamed with every deep thrust matching every pull on his cock as his orgasm became undeniable, building hard to the point of pain so he could hold no longer and cried out Lupin's name as he came hard on the bench and heard Lupin gasping out his name as he emptied into him shortly after.

Snape dropped his head onto the bench as his arms gave out and he felt Lupin's legs trembling against his own as he held onto him and gently turned him over onto his back and gazed at him as they recovered their breath.

A wolfish smile broke lazily over Lupin's face, his eyes still heavy-lidded. Snape thought Lupin looked just beautiful, as he straightened and looked at Snape's glistening form, with his robe hanging still from one shoulder and spread under his body. "Just beautiful," Lupin said quietly, and covered him to kiss him once more.

oooOOOooo

"Why was she even there?" Snape said, feeling queasy that he had given up her home address after Moody and Tonks assured him Emmeline had cleared out. What had happened to their well-laid plans of disinformation?

Dumbledore sighed heavily. "Emmeline had been assigned as our liaison between the Muggle Minister cabinet and our Ministry. It appears she went home to pick up some papers as it was so near to Downing Street. Death Eaters must have been waiting for her. Severus, you could not have known she would do that."

"Perhaps ... perhaps she was distracted ... not thinking clearly," Snape said quietly, not really knowing how she had taken the death of Black.

"Perhaps. But you could not have known ..." Dumbledore reiterated.

"No. I could not. But perhaps I should have thought ..."

"I don't believe that, Severus. We are at war again. There will be losses, and accustoming oneself to it is hard. Look at Tonks: she is determined to blame herself for Sirius's death because she was duelling Bellatrix before Sirius took over after she was injured."

Snape snorted softly with impatience. "Nymphadora Tonks is no match for Bellatrix, and I doubt she ever could be. It would take a witch or wizard of uncommon and substantial talent to take Bellatrix on, and an iron resolve to beat her. That will never be Miss Tonks. She is weak."

"That's rather unkind of you, Severus."

"It is not unkind to acknowledge a truth. She is not strong. Look how long she waited to alert the Order when Remus was missing so she could tend to her boyfriend, and yet she does not even acknowledge her own werewolf mate to the other Order members. She is so weak."

"It must be difficult for a young couple such as they ..." Dumbledore said mildly,

"... I would kill to be free to acknowledge mine, Albus!" Snape flared. "Weak!" he spat as if for emphasis.

oooOOOooo

In just a matter of days, it seemed to Snape that stakes had been raised exponentially.

The Dark Lord himself had destroyed Brockdale Bridge at the time he had promised Fudge. The Dark Lord revelled in the destruction of this construction that the filthy Muggles had thought so very ingenious, so inspired and ground-breaking. Ha! The Dark Lord used that phrase as his very inspiration when he broke the ground around the bridge's foundations and twisted them out of the magically corrupted concrete. The power required to explode the bridge's suspensions was phenomenal. But to hold it and twist it as the Dark Lord had so that the bridge tilted to and fro and the Muggles screamed for their lives rather than plummeting instantly to their deaths gave the Dark Lord immense satisfaction. Twenty Muggles had died in their cars, the Dark Lord ensuring that even those cars that had not been locked or had windows open, on contact with the water became sealed like the tombs they would become.

At least, Snape had not told the Dark Lord about Muggle 'rush hour' but had withheld that particular essential. Snape had been appalled that he had suggested a structure be used for the Dark Lord's demonstration of strength. It was only Lupin's persistence that it had saved thousands of lives had it been a hospital that made Snape feel some relief from the burden of guilt that settled on his shoulders.

He Occluded deeply most of the time. The death of Amelia Bones after a formidable duel with the Dark Lord seemed to presage even more disaster. With the full-scale revolt of the Dementors, the detrimental effects were felt country-wide. The weather remained constantly like a misty November day – bleak and speaking to impending, never-ending winter. The Dark Lord, of course, had ordered them to attack no-one bearing the Dark Mark and, so far, they had complied. Of course, they had sustenance aplenty – magical and non-magical alike were falling prey to them. Now their appetites knew no restraint, they were breeding and so enlarging this most potent threat to the ability of magical folk to focus on the Light.

oooOOOooo

Lupin had been with the pack on Exmoor for one week. He had managed to speak by the mirror with Snape just twice so far. He got David to keep watch out of earshot, telling him he was reporting in. Lupin said that David was very solicitous of Lupin and sympathetic about the loss of his mate. Lupin realised now he had been rather foolish to allow the mistake to go uncorrected. Certainly, "Seth Moore" could not appear with Lupin any longer.

"Meet me at the local pub on Saturday, please Severus."

"I can hardly come as Seth, can I?" Snape smiled at Lupin. Under other circumstances, Snape would say no as he could not think of a justification to meet Lupin whilst he was on assignment, but, knowing Lupin was still vulnerable, he could deny him nothing, so he agreed.

"Be someone else then. Surprise me! I'll find you by your scent. Please Severus."

"Are you intending to pick me up in the local pub then? What would young David think of you?" Snape smiled.

"Good point. Be someone we know then from the Order, meeting me to give me information. Then I'll get rid of him somehow ..."

oooOOOooo

He Apparated to the coordinates Lupin had given him behind a remote public house, "The Devil's Punchbowl". He raised an eyebrow at the name. Muggles and their feverish imagination! Snape mused. He went to the bar and ordered a pint of ale and found a small table by himself and opened a Muggle newspaper he found discarded nearby. The majority of reporting was on destruction of the bridge and how the government was being blamed for skimping on its construction costs. Extraordinary. He drank his ale. He had forgotten just how much he enjoyed real ale.

"Come here often ... Bill?" Lupin smiled crookedly at the change Snape had adopted for this meeting. Snape returned the smile, as Lupin sat down with his own pint. "Polyjuice?"

"No," Snape shook his head. "Just a Glamour. Lasts longer than Polyjuice, but – well – your transfigurations are better than mine."

Lupin took it all in appraisingly then ran his hands through the mane of red hair, then rubbed a lock of it between his fingers and closed his eyes.

"Do you like this hair?" Snape said, finding he wasn't as perplexed about this as he had been by those dreams when Lupin was in Egypt or when Lupin had first transfigured his features.

"It's ... quite sensuous, but," Lupin said softly, for Snape's ears only, as he opened his eyes, and looked deeply into Snape's, "it's not you. And those eyes are crystal blue, but not the dark, intense eyes I fall into every time we make love."

"Right answer," Snape said, savouring the light touch Lupin placed on his leg. "Remus?" Snape said lightly, waiting until Lupin had taken a mouthful of ale. "What would you have thought if I'd cast a Glamour to look like Alastor Moody?"

Lupin choked on his drink in exactly the manner Snape had hoped, and they laughed together. Lupin told him of the pack they were currently with: it was only about thirty strong and a relatively young pack with an Alpha called Ben. Lupin had high hopes they could be persuaded to pledge to the Order. They spent the evening companionably, just talking until last orders.

"So, should I walk you back ... ?" Snape asked, not really wanting to go home alone now he was with Lupin.

Lupin looked about him.

"You didn't bring David with you, did you?" Snape said, looking around them both.

"Nope. Told him to wait behind. Said I had a private meeting with an Order member. Just an update, you know."

"Have I been updated then?" Snape said, catching the twinkle in Lupin's eyes.

"Not yet – not fully."

Lupin downed the last of his pint and he and Snape left the pub. Lupin took Snape's hand, and led to an outbuilding and they fell into an embrace and kissed languidly. Snape wasn't really sure what Lupin intended, but he let himself get lost in the embrace until, suddenly, he felt Lupin's body stiffen and the kiss stopped abruptly. Snape listened for what Lupin could hear.

Lupin pulled himself away and pointed a forefinger, inclining his head, listening. Then Snape heard it too. The swoosh of several pairs of large wings high in the air. Both men retrieved their wands and went to the door of the outbuilding and looked above them to try to spot the vampires. Snape saw them outlined in the moonlight. Six of them, winging their way toward Exmoor – towards the pack.

Lupin Conjured his Patronus and sent it to Ben with a warning and both he and Snape cast Fugere. They both took flight and chased the vampires with Fire and Cutting Curses. The vampires veered away from Exmoor boundaries and flew fast into a Muggle housing estate. The female vampire (who Snape recognised as Infamia) sent a Bombarda hex at Lupin, which Snape deflected down onto the trees below, uprooting them. She and Bodmin sent another two, both Lupin and Snape now deflecting onto the buildings. Snape heard screaming from the occupants below but now the six vampires shot down to the roads below and darted with preternatural speed out of the street lights, casting Reducto at them to break them and hide them from sight, little understanding that the werewolf chasing them had their scent and heard them nonetheless, as they broke off into different directions.

Snape felled Sanguini with a body bind and tied him to one of the twisted lampposts, as Lupin Stunned de la Page and bound him also. They heard two vampires take off as they chased down the remaining two. Snape recognised them as Eldred and Hortensia, new recruits to the Dark Lord's cause. Lupin and Snape sent hex after hex after them, eventually felling one with a body bind and the other with a fierce Stunner. They bound the two to the others and Snape Conjured garlic and rose bush twig ties that the vampires would be unable to break and then they chased after the remaining two, leaving trees uprooted, roofs ripped off, lampposts bent in their wake.

As Snape and Lupin flew towards the encampment gaining on the last two vampires, they saw them: Greyback and a gang of twenty werewolves trying to creep up on the pack. Since when did vampires and werewolves ever work together? But from this vantage point, Snape could see the werewolves in the camp mustering as Lupin's Patronus began to dissipate. Greyback had at least lost the element of surprise. A look-out below yelled to the pack and the pack ran towards Greyback, spells flying lighting up the night sky with the colours of hexes and curses. Several of those with Greyback immediately baulked at the ferocity of the unexpected challenge and Disapparated.

Bodmin dived into the trees and landed on the ground, and Lupin chased him, firing hexes after him as David joined him as the werewolves duelled around them and Snape quickly saw Lupin turn his attention to Greyback who was violently duelling his way towards Ben.

Snape heard a high pitched squeal and wheeled around, spotting Infamia once more as she hovered above the scene also focusing on her prey: Ben, who was shouting directions below. Snape sent a Repulsion Hex at her, sending her reeling through the air. She recovered her equilibrium, shaking herself briefly, then focused her vampiric vision upon Snape.

"You wear a Glamour," she purred seductively and softly in her Italian accent, yet he heard her voice reverberating painfully in his head. "Who dares attack Infamia? Finite Incantatum!" she cast quickly and Snape knew he was revealed.

"So, it is Severus Snape … and you fly like your master!" she hissed, a wicked smile revealing her long fangs. Of course, he could not now let her be captured.

"Sectumsempra!" he roared as he cast viciously at her wings, and he Conjured a wicked-looking stake and lit it with Fiendfyre and threw it with unerring accuracy to her heart and she combusted on the instant.

"Snape – what? Severus!"

Snape spun to see David staring up at him, wide-eyed, from the ground, mid-spell against Bodmin, but spluttering. Snape swore, realising the Memory Charm had snapped, leaving David stunned and disorientated. "But I ... not Sirius! It was you! It was always ..."

"DAVID! NO!" Snape called, starting to dive at the same time to get a clear aim.

David's sudden realisation was halted as he was taken down in a savage lunge by Bodmin. David flailed his arms and tried to scream but could only gurgle as the vampire tore into his throat as Snape cried out, "No!" As Snape went to cast, Bodmin fell to the ground, thrashing and shrieking in agony, pushing David away as the werewolf's blood reacted immediately, the two curses warring inside the vampire's body, breaking it down from within as Lycanthropy brutalised and overwhelmed the vampiric curse, until the vampire was consumed in its own flames. **

David rasped for breath clutching at his torn throat, blood gushing from the artery through David's fingers.

"No!" exclaimed Snape again, as he set down, running, and dropped to his knees at David's side, taking in his imploring eyes as sounds of the raging battle of werewolves around them faded from Snape's consciousness as he charged his magic and chanted to close the cursed wounds – but the bite wounds closed only to re-open repeatedly as the curses warred within David too.

Soon there would be too much damage - just too much for Snape to heal.
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