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Should Have Been	By : Rochelle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Should Have Been
Notes: Here�s something important that you should probably read: Should have Been is, as I�ve said, part of a much larger series. Though this is kinda light and�fluffy, the series is Dark fantasy. See the capital �D� in dark? Around now things start to get serious. But if you want you leave and pretend that they lead wonderful lives and such� Or you can read, be subject to vaguely evil Albus, suspicious Remus, and Snape being the only guy who knows what the hell is going on. Only, to be fair, Dumbledore isn�t Evil like Voldemort and Lucius are evil, he�s evil like�some Religious nuts are evil. They mean well�they just always fuck it up.
About Chase�s mood swings: He has NO impulse control. He says what it on his mind, does the first thing that pops into his head, and has no ability to hide his emotions. I�m not sure if I explained it well last chapter� But Chase is obvious. When he is happy, he is happy, when he is angry he is angry, and when he is sad he is sad, and the entire world knows it. No control. Then again, you try drifting between reality and a crazmblembled future and see how good your social skills are� And yes. He predicts Sirius� death here.
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Chapter Eight

The Blood Debt

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Remus had to admit having Chase present at the meeting made him uneasy, and he knew he wasn�t the only one who felt that way. Kingsley and Arthur kept eying the teen warily, but didn�t say anything as everyone went over what was going on in the Wizarding World.
Chase just listened with the single-mindedness of someone of someone who had been raised by Severus Snape, the most feared teacher in Europe. He was almost surprised the teen wasn�t taking notes on what was being said.
Then Chase�s gaze flickered away and he frowned. He tilted his head off to the side, in a gesture Remus knew indicated deep thought. Finally he leaned towards Remus, voice dropping to a whisper.
�It is just my humble opinion, here, but maybe someone should keep a closer eye on that house-elf. He really doesn�t like us.� Remus arched an eyebrow then turned slightly when Chase motioned to steel grate in the wall.
�How do you-�
�I can hear his heartbeat.�
Remus decided not to question it. He drew out is wand and pointed it at the grate. �Accio Kreacher.� There was a loud squeal then a thumping, before a house-elf came racing out of the grate. He rolled then bounced, ending up on the table in front of Dumbledore. Hestia blinked, falling silent, and stared at the elf, who cursed at them furiously.
Sirius rolled his eyes. �And here I was hoping he�d died.�
�Now Sirius, that�s hardly fair.� Albus said, chuckling. Sirius just stared at him, unaffected. �Remus, if you would be so kind as to send him somewhere where he won�t be a problem?� Remus considered that for a moment then, with a shrug, banished Kreacher to the basement.
Or at least he hoped it was the basement. He�d been here once or twice over twenty years ago, he couldn�t say for sure if he hadn�t just sent Kreacher six feet into the ground to be crushed by tons of dirt. Either way he doubted anyone would mind. The last thing they needed was an eavesdropping house-elf roaming about and being underfoot.
�Thank you Hestia.� Dumbledore smiled at the woman, then turned serious again. �Sirius, as I�m sure you�ve figured out Pettigrew will have told Voldemort about you. That�s why I called you back here, I believe it�d be safest if you stayed indoors for�the time being.� Sirius scowled. Remus understood why, Sirius wasn�t one for being cooped up. Being a wanted fugitive wouldn�t quell his urge to move around. Albus watched him, snowy eyebrow arching some.
Sirius sighed. �I�ll stay put.�
Dumbledore nodded, and then folded his hands onto the table. �We are, clearly, few in number. Already Voldemort has triple our forces, and he�s gathering more as we speak. We will need allies, and many of them, if we hope to win the impending war. Though I am�loathe to admit it, the only wizards we can count on are Muggle Borns.� A few at the table bristled. �I know it seems harsh, but many older families, if they don�t firstly support him, share Voldemort�s ideals or are loyal to Fudge. Many half-bloods will also be drawn into his fold, as they will see us as only caring for the Muggle Born wizards.�
�Being Muggle-born is no guarantee of loyalty.� Sirius muttered, eyes darkening. �It didn�t stop Wormtail from joining Voldemort. Some people would rather be a pet to a ruler, than equal with those who have no chance.�
Dumbledore was silent a moment then nodded. �Yes Sirius, you are right. We can only hope this isn�t the case for most.�
�If we can�t trust Wizards, who do you propose we trust?� Moody asked, magical eye fixing on Dumbledore for a moment. Dumbledore smiled at him. �Albus-�
�Remus I want to send you to the European Werewolf Council, to see if the werewolves may be willing to call an international meeting, to discuss the war and their status in it.�
Remus pressed his lips into a straight line. �I�d really rather not. They don�t care for me much you know.�
They didn�t really. He�d approached them once, after Siri was born, to see if they really gave a damn about their own and, while they would have been willing to help his son, they said as long as he wasn�t of of a pack they couldn�t help him.
�That�s hardly true Remus. They have rules they must follow, as we all do.�
�Then I�m still subject to those rules. I haven�t suddenly joined a pack.�
Albus snorted then nodded towards Sirius. �Are you sure?�
Remus sighed. �Sirius isn�t a werewolf.�
�Neither is your son, but the Council still demands you keep them updated on him.� Dumbledore�s tone was mild. He had a point, but Remus didn�t say that out loud. �You have a mate and a cub. That qualifies as a pack by most standards.�
He couldn�t stop the words from spilling forth, though he wasn�t sure where in the world they came from. �Sirius isn�t my mate.�
Chase muttered something that Remus was pretty sure he didn�t want repeated, as it was surely an insult on his intelligence. Everyone else was quiet, staring between the two of them. Sirius just looked at him for a moment, then turned away and occupied himself with looking at the wall.
He sighed, putting a hand over his eyes. It was true, Sirius wasn�t his mate, but he should have kept that to himself for the time being. It wasn�t like he didn�t want Sirius; he had just been stating a fact. And from now on he was going to be quiet.
He barely heard Molly agreeing to speak to the Fire Nymphs about their allegiances, if any, before Dumbledore turned his attention to Chase. The teen spoke first.
�If you want me to talk to the Water Nymphs I�d caution against it. Other than a few parlor tricks water magic isn�t something I�ve excelled at.�
�I�ve heard. I was hoping to call the other part of your heritage into usefulness.� Dumbledore said either ignoring or not seeing how wide Chase�s eyes went. �You are Prince of the Scottish Den-�
�In name only! I go to a party twice a year, that�s it. I have no sway within-�
�We nee need allies. The Den will follow you and your father, as if their duty-�
�They would follow my father.� Chase said, shaking his head. �I am a hybrid, and even if I weren�t I am weak. My�visions keep me from being any use. I�m more of a joke than someone worthy of respect. They would follow Remus before they followed me.�
�You think?� Remus asked, eyeing him curiously.
�Yes. The Scottish Den is quite fond of you and Siri. They�ve always thought you handled yourself very well for a werewolf.�
�Gentlemen.� Albus called attention back to him. �Chase, your father is spying for us and has broken he neutrality without council law.� The look on Chase�s face said he knew that already. �He will not be welcomed into the Den anymore. I must know what the Dens are planning, respectively, and where their alliances will fall.�
�And you will not find out through me. I will not be your spy.� Chase said eyes becoming a dark steely gray. �Not onto my own people. I am not my father. If you wish to find out who the leaders want to ally with I suggest you owl them.�
Silence reigned supreme for a moment, no one daring to speak a word. Remus doubted very much that he had ever heard anyone refuse Dumbledore at all, let alone with such an air of�finality. Finally Dumbledore frowned.
�It would seem you did inherit something from your mother.�
Chase�s pierced eyebrow went up and practically became part of his scalp. Remus as well had a moment�s pause as he stared at old older wizard. Bringing up Chase�s mother was nothing short of cruel and potential suicide if Snape got wind of it.
�You mean beyond impending insanity and lovely red hair?� His eye twitched and slowly the pupils began to widen. Remus ducked as the sink abruptly�well, exploded in a shower of water. (So much for being short on Water Magic.) One of the handles whizzed past Sirius� head at a speed that could only be labeled as �worrisome�.
If Albus was impressed he didn�t show it. (Which was fine, because Remus was slowly but surely making his way to terrified. He sincerely hoped Chase wasn�t his mother�s child.)
�I was speaking of your stubborn nature. Your mother never bowed to anyone, not even the Dark Lord. So I suppose you have forced my hand. I will invoke the Blood Debt your father owes to me and demand your loyalty.�
If Remus thought things had gone silent before, now it was possible to hear and identify the individual heartbeat of each person in the room. It was so quRemuRemus fancied for a moment he�d be able to hear the thoughts of the people around him.
A blood debt was a serious matter. It would bond a person to the other person�s services until one of the participants died, or the debtor was released from the pact. They were usually only called upon when a serious favor had been done, such as saving a life.
Chase was silent a moment then bowed his head, bleach blond hair sliding and hiding his face. �I accept the debt, passed on by my father, in the tradition of all those who carried the name before me.� He muttered this, sounding somewhere between listless and betrayed.
Then he glanced at Remus and he was surprised to see the teen on the verge of tears. And vampire tears were nothing to take lightly, they were crimson, the color of blood, and tended to�alarm most people. Remus reached out to touch his shoulder but the teen jerked away and stood up. He kept his head down but swept out of the room in a fashion that he only could have learned from Snape.
Again silence reigned. Finally Remus scowled at Albus. �I suppose you have a reason for that.�
�His help is needed.�
�Needed so badly you have to force him into it?� Remus asked, eyes narrowing. �A blood debt Albus? He�s barely fifteen years old!�
�And I suppose you think I should wait until the vampires have joined with the Dark Lord to ask him to speak to them? I�m sure he�ll be of age by then.�
�I think you should have given him a choice.�
Dumbledore regarded him, eyes cold. �We�re headed for a war Remus, this is hardly something a person can pick and choose about.�
�That doesn�t give you the right to force him.� Remus pushed his chair back finding he suddenly found thepanypany less than pleasing. �What sort of war are we entering that you must enlist children to do your fighting?�
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Finding Chase was far from a hard thing to do. The smell of blood led Remus straight to him without a problem. He was in a room that seemed to have been cleaned recently, as the windows were open and a faint musty scent clung to the air.
Chase was sitting- no he was straddling the windowsill, one leg hanging out of the window and the other bent under his body. One hand gripped the sill and the other used to prop himself up against the window frame.
If not for that fact that a fall wouldn�t hurt Chase in the least he may have been worried. He walked in being careful to not mask his footsteps, as he was prone to doing. It added an air of mystery when he popped in and out silently.
�Chase-�
�Forgive their foolishness Goddess, for they know not what they do.� Chase murmured. His voice was raspy suddenly and a touch on the thick side. �They know not�� His brow furrowed as he sighed. �What they do.�
�Do you want-�
�Sometimes I wonder if I can change what I see.� Chase said, shifting so his back was against the window frame. �Would it make a difference if I told someone, or would it all end up the same anyway? How can I tell what is fated to be from what I can alter?�
�What do you see?�
�I see a war that will rage for a decade. I see you, withered and weathered, all happiness lost. I see my home in flames. I see love.� His lips pursed. �Pewter, I think, would make great rings for the mating ceremony. Silver is out, obviously, and gold is just tacky.�
�Ummm��
�I see death.� Pink-gray eyes stared into his own. �Do you think I could stop it? Stop death? My father claims that he can put a stopper in death but really he can�t even stop me from tearing myself apart. In the end its all useless if we just�fall through a veil and slip out of sight.�
�Are you asking me if I think you should tell what you see?� R ask asked, keeping his tone soft. He reached out and pulled the teen back into the room before guiding him towards the bed. �I can understand why you shouldn�t. The moment people think you�re the solution to mortality you�ll be taken and used for their own personal gain. The Ministry�d gladly cage you up for the rest of forever-�
�And since vampires live five hundred years forever would be damn near close to forever.�
�And I can see the upsides. You coulop top the people you love from coming to harm, maybe obstruct death off just a little longer. Or maybe you can�t. I rather think it would harm you more to try and then find out you�re truly powerless.�
�That I suffer visions for no reason at all.� He intoned.
�I wouldn�t call it powerless.�
�I saw myself die.� His lips quirked.
�Oh?� Remus frowned, leaning towards the teen, not wanting to miss a single word of what he may have to say. Part of him shivered at the idea. Many people claimed to want to know when they died but Remus found he didn�t subscribe to that line of thinking.
Want to know why? So you can stop it? And if Death can�t be stopped, so you can leave in fear of that day for the rest of your life? No, he couldn�t help but think knowing when you were going to die was nothing short of chilling. And for Chase it had to be worse. If he could witness his own death who else may he have seen? Snape, Siri, maybe even Remus himself had graced Chase�s visions.
The teen had to itch to tell him, to spill everything and have the responsibility leave his shoulders, wrobarobably bursting at the seams with the desire. But he couldn�t. Wouldn�t perhaps.
Why place that burden on others?
�I saw myself in a window and I was waiting, because that�s what I do. I wait for the things I see to happen and I wager my own death will be no different. And then I am falling. And normally, of course, a fall wouldn�t frighten me, but this is a fall like no other. And then I�m gone. Charlemagne Pryce�is gone.�
��Your names not really lemalemagne is it?�
Chase looked at him sharply. �Remus!�
Remus shook his head. �Charlemagne? Can you even spell that?�
�It has been my given name for over fifteen years.� Came the dry response.
�That�s a horrid name. No wonder you insist on Chase.�
�Father insisn Chn Chase, he thought it�d be easier for simple minded werewolves to recall.� The boy growled through gritted teeth. Remus however found himself smiling and nodding.
�Yes, I suppose he would. If you don�t mind me asking-�
�Charlemagne Selwyn.�
�The more you speak, the worse it gets.�
Chase rolled his eyes and shoved Remus playfully, but a smile hovered over his lips. And really that�s what Remus had been going for. He wrapped an arm around the teen and pulled him into a hug. He really did adore Chase, multiple piercing, son snogging, and all.
�Remus?�
�Hmm?�
�Do me a favor. When Siri hates me, make sure he knows I forgive him.�
Remus arched an eyebrow. �What are you talking about now? Seer or not, if you think Siri could ever hate you, you�ve lost your mind.�
�Maybe.� Chase sighed and, with a smile, untangled himself from Remus. �I won�t need you three tonight. I�d rather go and spy on my kind alone, you know? More respectful.�
�Okay but-�
�I�ll take the al bal back to the manner and Helios will get me. That�s what he does you know. I�ll be back soon.� He stood up, raking his fingers through his hair. �Besides, things are about to hectic around here anyway.�
�What do you mean hectic?� Remus asked, tone wary.
�He did WHAT!?� Sirius� voice echoed through the household. Chase smiled and Remus sighed before standing up as well.
�Well if you�ll excuse me, I must go sort out my mate, as it were.�
�Later.� Chase said, head inclining just slightly to the side as if he were seriously considering something. He didn�t say anything so, with one last glance at the teen, Remus headed down to see what all the commotion was about.
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