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You Will Not Kiss Me	By : Prosperosdaughter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 22836 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Snape had bathed Lupin and then helped him back to bed. Although Snape had healed Lupin's injuries, Lupin was still exhausted. Lupin had offered Snape his wand to look at his memories, but Snape gently declined and climbed into bed with him instead.

"You should know what happened. It's important," Lupin rasped.

"Not today," Snape whispered and gathered Lupin in his arms. "Not this day."

He knew Lupin felt the same, because today he did not insist or protest. Instead, he settled into the crook of Snape's shoulder and held the arms that wrapped around him with a small sigh of contentment. Within minutes, Lupin was sleeping and Snape listened to his settled breathing, enjoying holding Lupin to himself, this day of all days. He kissed the crown of Lupin's head and realised as he inhaled the scent of Lupin's hair that, in his own mind, he was relieved that they had made it to this day. It had been a tumultuous year and yet they were still here, and together, relatively unscathed. A mixture of relief and happiness that he had not felt for months settled in him and, cradling Lupin still, he drifted off to sleep as well.

After they had awoken, Tippy had made them lunch and their afternoon had been quietly spent with Snape reading to Lupin, as Lupin had laid his head on Snape's lap, watching Snape avidly.

"I'd like to go to the top of the mountain, Severus. Feel the magic of it, just like our bonding. Will you take me?"

"Of course I will," said Snape, softly and helped Lupin to dress against the cold December air.

Tippy produced a basket of food for them to take with them. Snape wondered if she remembered that they had stayed all night on their last anniversary and on the night of their bonding. He couldn't help but smile at what the little elf seemed to know. He didn't know if Lupin was well enough to stay on the mountain top all night, although, of course, Snape could make it warm and comfortable for him. Perhaps the deep magic would be enough to invigorate him. He couldn't help but feel angry. He hadn't seen Lupin as weak as this from a transformation for years, and certainly not since he had Claimed Snape. His mind couldn't help but wonder what had happened to cause the level of distress that had caused damage during the transformation. He would find out tomorrow – but not today.

When they were ready, Snape Apparated them both to the top of Cadr Idris and cast a charm to shield them both from the cruel winter weather.

Lupin sat on the stone, his hand moving over the surface until he leant on it, absorbing the magic. Snape sat opposite him, watching as Lupin's eyes closed to feel the energy. This must have been one of the reasons why Dumbledore had chosen this safe house for Lupin of all the others that he had: to assist him to heal from his transformations.

Lupin lay down on the stone, his hands behind his head, his expression peaceful. Snape watched him as he sat at his side, wondering if he would sleep. But he didn't. He was clearly allowing himself to steep in the ancient magic. After a time, he began to talk, small talk about the werewolves he'd tried to talk to, telling Snape their individual heartbreaking stories that could so easily have been his own: how they would steal, lie, cheat and even kill just to subsist in the disused tunnels of the London Underground. And if an indigent was killed in a fight between werewolves, neither magical nor Muggle authorities enquired further. Snape listened and asked questions and watched to see some colour return to Lupin's cheeks as he became more animated as he talked.

It wasn't long before it was twilight, and there, on the mountain top, the first of the stars began to be visible.

Lupin raised himself and stretched out his hand to Snape's arm and lovingly wrapped his hand around the circlet there as he bent his head forward to Snape's forehead.

"Do you remember the words for our bonding, Severus?" Lupin asked softly.

"I do," Snape purred, his hand playing with Lupin's hair. "The circlets would manifest our love and fidelity ..."

"... and safeguard our souls for each other," finished Lupin. He pressed his lips to Snape's forehead. "You safeguard my soul, Severus. You are my soul."

Snape closed his eyes slowly, Lupin's voice seeming to hum in his body and settle in his soul. Then, holding Lupin around his back, Snape laid him on the stone, caressing his dear face with his fingertips, drinking in his blue eyes, his own eyes intense with longing. Lupin brushed Snape's cheek then held the back of his head to bring him in to a soft kiss that slowly built in intensity as Snape held himself over Lupin on his elbows, relishing the feel of Lupin's hands tracing down his spine and then up again to hold his shoulders.

"My Severus," Lupin gasped as he broke the kiss and began to unbutton Snape's robe, Snape sitting back on his heels to let Lupin finish. Then Snape removed the rest of his own clothes and slowly and carefully removed Lupin's, Lupin's hands stroking and caressing Snape's as they worked.

Snape inhaled deeply as he took in the sight of Lupin, naked on the stone: scarred, and with some residual bruising from last night, but open and inviting to him, beautiful and everything he could ever want.

Snape lowered himself onto Lupin and into his open arms. They kissed deeply, Lupin finally breaking the kiss to trail his tongue and lips along Snape's jaw. Snape threw his head back to allow Lupin to kiss along his throat and the hollow at the base of it, finally succumbing to the desire to press his hips against Lupin's, trapping their erections together and moving gently against Lupin, making him moan deliciously deep in his throat, as he freed one hand from Lupin's hair to travel lightly down his body, gently grazing his skin, hardening one nipple and tracing his ribs and then stroking his fingers down his side to trace his pelvic bone, listening all the time for those sighs and moans that seemed to travel straight to his groin.

Snape slipped to the side of Lupin's body so his hand could travel freely across Lupin's stomach as Snape trailed his tongue across Lupin's chest, taking his time as he felt Lupin's hands in his hair as he excited Lupin's skin under his lips, tongue and teeth, travelling lower, now smiling to hear Lupin's gasps and moans increasing, until Snape swirled his tongue around the tip of Lupin's cock and felt Lupin arch and gasp loudly in response.

This is what he wanted: his husband under his hand and mouth this day after the full moon when Lupin ceded to him so completely, and this day of all days: their bonding anniversary. It couldn't be more perfect and his body responded to his emotions and to the magic that magnified them, burning brightly with passion and urgency as he ran his tongue along Lupin's shaft, mouthing against it and, as he took Lupin in his mouth fully, his hand making its way underneath Lupin's body to his whispered pleas of "Yes, Severus! Please!" as his body stretched to Snape's knowing mouth and touch.

Snape's fingers prepared him as gently as he was able, trying to keep himself restrained, although he had never managed it yet in this place that brightened every sensation, physical and emotional, making him moan as even Lupin's reactions became more urgent, his hips straining against Snape's greedy mouth and the feel of Snape's questing fingers inside him making Lupin cry out with each brush against his prostate.

Snape could feel from the strain in Lupin's hips and the tightening of his balls, he was near. He brushed Lupin's sweet spot more as he sped up with his mouth, listening for that glissando of cries as Lupin scrunched Snape's hair in his hands and came hard down his throat and Snape drained him, savouring the taste, the sounds, the feel. All. All fuelling his own hunger.

Snape pulled himself up over Lupin whose breath was still ragged and whose body was slick with sweat, although his hands pulled Snape up to face him, and they kissed hungrily, both tasting Lupin on Snape's tongue as Snape guided his cock to Lupin's opening, pushing himself in slowly, feeling the hot friction along his painfully hard erection as Lupin wrapped his long legs around Snape's waist to draw him in until he was fully sheathed.

His mind fogged with his hot and heavy desire, Snape held on for a few breaths to savour the feel and then moved to the sound of his own murmurs of delight and Lupin's deep throated moans of encouragement and words of love, the heat and tightness drawing on his groin deliciously as he held himself up on his hands to be able to look at Lupin's wanton expression, the parted lips, the dusky eyes, and almost growling with lust, he plunged deeper still.

Lupin threw his arms over his head and groaned for more, calling Snape's name. Snape could not resist it; he never could, and thrust harder and faster, the rhythm and heat searing through him to his core, as Lupin thrust back towards him to take him in as deeply as he could as Snape sped up, his rhythm becoming erratic.

"Oh Remus!" Snape cried as the heat burst through him and his orgasm crested in hard waves, his vision blacking out as his body strained and he pumped unsteadily the last of his orgasm into Lupin body, held tightly to him by Lupin's legs still locked around him as Snape's arms gave way. Snape slumped onto Lupin, their bodies wet and their hair damp, as Lupin's soft lips found Snape's, although neither could breathe comfortably yet.

Lupin feathered Snape's partly open mouth with kisses.

"My very own soul, Severus. Always."

oooOOOooo

The night had passed in love-making and affection, talking and laughter and the basket of fine food and elf-made wine that Tippy had prepared for them. The magic of the mountain invigorated them both and, in turn, relaxed them both. By morning, Lupin was fully recovered from his transformation ordeal of the full moon, and they took their time to walk back down to the farmhouse, aching, yet innervated just the same.

It was over too quickly.

After breakfast, Lupin led a reluctant Snape to the settee to view the last meeting with Tonks.

Legilimens.

Lupin had settled in his nest of blankets as usual, and he heard Tonks climb the stairs at Grimmauld Place. She let herself in. She looked more washed out than usual, her hair lifeless and almost colourless, her pallor the same. She said hello to Lupin with a small sad smile as she threw off her travelling cloak, followed by a heavy leather jacket and sat cross-legged before Lupin.

"Hello, Dora," Lupin said lightly. "Did you have a nice Christmas?"

Such an innocuous question. Her eyes welled with tears and her face turned down to hide behind her lank hair.

"I was on my own," she whispered, and it was clear that there was a hint of accusation there. Snape felt Lupin's confusion.

"On your ...? Didn't you spend Christmas with your mum and dad?" Lupin asked lightly, although Snape felt a worm of worry begin in Lupin's gut, not to mention Snape's own irritation.

Tonks flicked her hair.

"I've been with David the past couple of years. I didn't want to go back to spending Christmases with my parents, like a child."

Snape felt steel in Lupin's response.

"I dearly wish my parents were still alive to spend Christmas with, Dora," responded Lupin, but then immediately he felt ashamed. She had only just lost her mate. He should not be so harsh.

Tonks's face flushed, but Lupin's irritation had already fallen away and he tried to move the conversation on.

"I was at Burrow. Molly said you had been invited," he said, trying to sound conciliatory.

The sentence hung in the hair, sounding almost a challenge to Tonks's self-imposed lonely Christmas. A reminder that she had had two places to go. Snape felt irritation in Lupin's response, a knowledge that she was attempting to manipulate him. He felt Lupin squash it down, to be grateful for what she was doing for them.

"I didn't want to be with lots of people, Remus," she said plaintively.

Lupin nodded. "I understand. It must have been very difficult for you: your first Christmas without David. I'm so sorry. Truly I am." Snape felt the sorrow and the imagination of Lupin's utter devastation if he lost Snape after all this time.

Tonks rubbed at her nose, in a mannerism that reminded Lupin of a child, and kept her eyes cast down.

"We should get ready," he said quietly. She sniffed and took off her jumper and T shirt and pulled her hair aside, not looking up at him. Snape felt Lupin's disquiet and disgust at himself that it was necessary, and a desperate desire to apologise.

He held her arms as he bit, not deeply, but enough to re-assert a claim on her. He felt her lift in his hands, a spasm of desire thrilling Lupin that was clearly reciprocated in her and which both crushed. This time, it was Lupin who looked away, subduing the creature that was so near surface.

"I wanted to be with you."

Lupin's face snapped back to her in shock. Both he and Snape had suspected as much, but neither had expected her to be so forthright.

"What?" Lupin stuttered. "But, Dora. We spoke about this. I thought we understood ..."

"I can't help how I feel, Remus," she interrupted. "I really care for you."

"I care for you too, but not like this ..."

"And Molly agrees with me. She thinks we'd be good together. And I've spoken to ..."

"I know you did. You shouldn't be talking to others like this. Please!"

"I know you think only Sirius knew how to be with you, but you know that I know too. I know how to deal with your condition. I dealt with it with David! Remus, I could be good for you ..."

"Dora. Stop it, please. I'm not David. And this is nothing to do with Sirius. Please." Snape felt Lupin's panic rising, his conscience already too troubled by what they were asking of Tonks at this time. "I'm sorry you've been embroiled with me. It was too much as ask of you, too personal ..."

"It's not personal if we love each other. You just think I can do better, but I should be the judge of that! Stop pushing me away, Remus!"

"Dora, please. It's not like that. I think both of us should take our time. We should ..."

Dora stood suddenly, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"I don't want to take our time, Remus. I want to be with you. If you don't want me, you should tell me now, because I can't do this with you every month if I mean nothing to you. It breaks my heart ..."

Snape felt Lupin's shame crawl over him like scalding water, as his stomach turned at the thought of Snape in danger in front of the Dark Lord.

"Dora, I'm sorry. I ... "

And with no warning, his spine tore open and he began to scream. Snape reeled back from Lupin's mind in horror at the agony, and at the scene that had unfolded.

He re-focused on Lupin who had grasped his hands and was panting at the remembered pain and the shock of Snape experiencing it. Lupin breathed deeply until he was calm again, Snape having cupped his hands with his own. Eventually, Lupin continued.

"It was a bad transformation because I was so agitated. And then ... then she kept on how she loved me, wanted to spend new year with me. I know I walked away from her and curled up in a corner. I may have growled. I was in pain as well, you see. I tried to be calm, but it was so hard. Then she cried again. She talked about how this would be the last full moon. She was very sorry that she couldn't help me manage my transformation, but it hurt her too much. She sat in the corner away from me and I was too angry, to hurt to try to heal the rift."

Lupin's calm facade crumbled and he dropped his face into his hands.

"I can't blame her. It always has been a cruel thing to ask of her."

Lupin looked up and held Snape's hands tightly, his face etched in misery.

"I'm so sorry, Severus. The Darkness in me has endangered your life. Forgive me."

Snape quickly took his hands from Lupin's and grabbed his face, kissing him fiercely.

"I would not change what we have together for the world, Remus. Do you understand me? Claim and all!" He softened his hold and then dropped his hands to Lupin's shoulders.

"Severus. I don't deserve you. I don't know how to keep you safe."

"Let's think on it, Remus. There has to be a way."

oooOOOooo

As the Order meeting wound up and the others congregated around drinks, Snape swept up the hall to the library, he heard the stomping of Moody's staff as he lurched after him.

"Snape! I want a word!"

Snape groaned inwardly. There was little that the grizzled old retired Auror could have to say to him that Snape wanted to hear. Lupin might like the old man, but Snape had too many memories of his interrogations by Moody after the first war to let bygones be bygones. Snape turned slowly and glared, wand at the ready.

"What is it?" he clipped.

Moody closed the door and charmed it silent and locked. Snape raised an eyebrow as he raised his wand. Moody stared at the tip and a sneer spread over his ruined features, reminding Snape of Barty Crouch's rendition of the man.

"Not today, boy," Moody said, as he pushed Snape's wand down with the tips of his fingers and moved away and perched on the large leather-inlaid desk, settling his hands on top of his staff. His magic eye roved between Snape's shoulder and the bonding circlet but his natural eye fixed Snape's own.

"I want ter know what's going on, boy," said Moody, gruffly. "With you and ..." he pointed to the bonding circlet, "that husband of yours. What's going on at the full moon, and why have you involved Nymphadora?"

Snape took a step back at the audacity of the questions and the challenging tone. How dare he presume?

"That's none of your affair," Snape snapped, as he made towards the Floo, his jaw set in anger.

The old man's hand had grabbed Snape's upper arm in a flash and the other hand had drawn his wand, and was now pointing at Snape's throat.

"I'm responsible for Nymphadora being in the Order, Snape," Moody growled into his face. "I've kept yer bonding secret, like Albus asked, but I don't know what you and that husband of yours are playin' at and I certainly don't think it's very savoury. I don't like seein' her taken advantage of when she's still grieving ..."

"I don't know what your protégée has been telling you, Moody!" Snape spat, pushing Moody away from him hard in fury that Tonks had told Moody ... told him what? That Lupin wanted a relationship, and Moody concluded it was destined to be a threesome. His stomach roiled with offence. "If you think for one moment we have any interest in Nymphadora Tonks, you are seriously deluded. If you want to find out about the arrangement for the full moon, I suggest you speak to Albus. It was his idea, after all." Snape shrugged his shoulders to smooth out his robe, his teeth still gritted as he grabbed a handful Floo powder.

"Not so fast, sonny Jim! I want answers," Moody growled, his hand now pulling Snape's wand hand away from the Floo. He wrenched Snape away from the fireplace, his wand once again pressed to Snape's throat. "Albus is hardly ever at meetings. You know that. Now how about you jus' tell me what I want ter know? Hm? If he can tell me, you can in his stead."

Angry at the questions and the implications; angrier still at the old man's physical imposition, Snape whirled from Moody's grip, his wand poised, putting the large desk between himself and Moody. Moody held his hands up and then slowly sheathed his wand in its holster and sat heavily in one of the library chairs.

"Tell me, Snape."

Snape glowered at him, his breathing faster than usual as his wand remained directed at the old Auror's heart.

"Please," the old man added, with an impatient and patently false smile. He and Snape regarded each other for what felt like a long time and then Snape stood down, relaxing the grip on his wand, but not holstering it.

"Do you know what happens to a werewolf and his human mate if they are separated at the full moon?" asked Snape, his lip curling with the disdain he felt having to discuss anything so personal with this man. He was sure that Lupin had told him Moody knew about this back when Polyjuiced Barty Crouch had prevented them being together, but he had to check.

"Aye. Makes 'em both desperately ill," confirmed Moody.

"The Dark Lord requires me every full moon. If I don't go, he will kill me. If I leave Remus, he and I will both sicken and I have no doubt that our secret would be discovered sooner or later." Snape inhaled deeply and then continued. "It was Albus who asked Miss Tonks to stand in for me at the full moon to save both of our lives. Satisfied?" sneered Snape.

"What does 'e want of you at the full moon?"

"You don't need to know that," Snape clipped out. He'd be damned if he would tell this man that he had to let his blood out for the Dark Lord, and have Alastor Moody crow over Snape's just desserts for his teenaged folly.

Moody nodded slowly, as if thinking. "She doesn't know about you."

"I am aware of that. She does this for Remus."

"She thinks he was mated to Sirius."

"Neither of us told her that. It was David's mistake. She used to know about me ... about us. Albus Obliviated her to keep my cover."

"Did he now? Couldn't have a werewolf mate as a Death Eater?" Moody smirked.

"Exactly so," confirmed Snape, bitterly.

"Is Nymphadora mated to Remus too? She says she is."

Snape's stomach lurched.

"It is a temporary form of mating. She has not been Claimed as she was by David. She will be able to find another man when she wants." Snape heard the defensiveness in his voice, realising as he articulated the arrangement why Lupin had found it so very difficult to defend.

"Aye. Well there's the thing, isn't it? She thinks she's found who she wants. She wants Remus. And I don't like the idea that she's being strung along, y'see."

"Look, Moody. I don't care for any of this. Do you think I want Nymphadora Tonks anywhere near Remus when it's obvious she's fallen for him?" snarled Snape. "She's rebounding from her grief about David. I know that and so does Remus. But what can we do? You tell me how to deal with it, because I don't know!"

Both of Moody's eyes now bore into him, as if they could discern the truth if he looked hard enough. Finally, he stood, sounding as if it cost him a great deal of effort.

"I'll try ter talk to her," Moody said at last. "Can't say not ter love him. Nothin' makes a youngster love someone like tellin' 'em not to." Moody shook his grey hair, resting on his staff again. "How is he? Yer man?"

The enquiry and gentleness of it took Snape aback. He forgot that whilst he loathed Moody for the interrogations he had suffered before Dumbledore vouched for him, Moody and Lupin were friends. He knew if the werewolf in question had not been Lupin, Moody's reaction would have been very different indeed.

"It's hard for him, being with the urban werewolves," Snape said, holstering his wand.

"Aye. It was for him in the last war. Sometimes, I wonder what Albus is thinking of, sending the boy out to the wolves."

Snape's brow furrowed as could not interpret the look Moody gave him as he stepped into the Floo to return to Hogwarts once more.

oooOOOooo

Snape had turned over Moody's last remark in him mind. It wasn't just true for Lupin, was it? Surely, it was true of Malfoy as well.

The boy looked almost translucent he was so pale, with dark shadows under his eyes. Snape could see he was paying no real attention in Defence. When Snape asked him a question on wordless counter-cursing, Malfoy sneered, making some infuriating remark about no counter-curse needed for an Avada Kedavra, making Crabbe and Goyle laugh gormlessly, although at least Nott had the decency to look astonished. Snape could barely believe his ears. He knew it was bravado borne of abject fear. He saw the tremor that now resided in Malfoy's young hands, but he deducted twenty points from Slytherin anyway. He couldn't let thinking like that go unremarked.

"And you'll stay when class has finished, Mr. Malfoy, to discuss that comment," said Snape silkily. "Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle, do you wish your detentions extended?"

Malfoy threw him a fierce look as his henchmen sulked.

As the class filed out, Snape moved swiftly to the door, ensuring Malfoy would not slip away from him once more. He saw the boy's eyes narrow as he spotted Snape by the door, and this time, he held back, knowing Snape would not let him escape.

Snape shut the door after the last student.

"Why do you draw attention to yourself like this?" said Snape, urgently. "You have a task to perform. What if another teacher should take exception and have you expelled? You must take care how you appear? Has your mother not spoken to you, Draco?"

"What if she has?" Draco hissed, his pale eyes glittering. "I know how you manipulate people! I've been warned. I can do this! I have a plan."

Snape made to offer his assistance again, but Mafoy cut across him, doing his best to replicate his father's sneer, but succeeding only in sounding panicked.

"I know you! If you can't have Malfoy blood, you'll steal our status!"

And with that, Malfoy opened the door and strode quickly away down the corridor, occasionally snatching looks behind him as if he expected Snape to follow after him and attack him. Snape stared after him, the viciousness of the attack stinging him and hopelessness of his task making his stomach turn.

"Foolish boy," he muttered as he watched the departing figure, wishing very much that he had that blasted map of Lupin's.

Perhaps, perhaps he could take a leaf from Lupin's book. When Lupin had described the spells he and the other Marauders had used to create that map, there had been a complicated Charm to track every inhabitant of the castle. It had taken them years to perfect and to work on the Castle and then onto the map, but perhaps Snape could work something similar.

After a couple of hours, Snape had perfected a version of the tracing spell that worked by applying runes to the entrance of Slytherin common room. Snape would be alerted whenever Draco left and if he did not return. It wasn't perfect but it was more than he had before.

oooOOOooo

When Dark Mark burnt that night, Snape had only just lost sight of Draco as he had got to the sixth floor. Snape had no idea where Draco was going from there, but he could see that Draco's step never faltered – Draco's Dark Mark had not burnt. Cursing the bad timing, Snape turned back to his quarters at once, collected his mask and robes and left to Disapparate at the boundary to Malfoy Manor, making his way as quickly as he could to the hall, feeling the Dark Lord's impatience and ... something else ... what was it? Yes, it was exhilaration that Snape could feel scorching through his skin and bone.

He strode purposefully to the hall, and found the Dark Lord waiting for him.

Alone.

Snape's heart's beat traitorously faster. No other Death Eater was in attendance, which meant that either Snape was to have a special mission, or special punishment. He steeled his nerves and Occluded deeply as he knelt before the Dark Lord.

"Ah, Severus. I have news of something that would be fitting for you to hear," the Dark Lord sang. Snape's flesh crawled that the Dark Lord had anything 'fitting' for him. The Dark Lord turned and called out to the door that led to the dungeon.

"Bring them now!"

Snape watched the door, trying not to hold his breath in case it was people he knew, members of the Order or others whom he would try to plan to save. He watched as three terrified men shuffled forward before the Dark Lord. They were dirty, scrawny, underfed and ragged. Greyback herded them before the Dark Lord like cattle.

"These are the ... men of whom you spoke, Greyback?" asked the Dark Lord, his voice high, clear and sneering in his description of them.

"Yes, my Lord," the filthy werewolf said gruffly and pushed them forward and, one by one, they fell to their knees grovelling, their terror etched in their features. "Calls themselves Jake, Uriah and Jude. They've defected to us, my Lord. Came to me with the information. Wants revenge, they do."

"Yes, revenge," said the Dark Lord, as if considering each man carefully. "We all understand revenge, don't we Severus?" the Dark Lord said smoothly.

The Dark Lord twisted around to Snape, his crimson eyes locking with Snape's own.

"There is someone I want, Severus. Someone who can give me what I need. You will make sure I get him this time, Severus, my most trusted and competent servant."

Snape bowed, wondering who had the lethal misfortune to have attracted the Dark Lord's attention.

"These men have given us valuable information, Severus. Information on a blood traitor who is ... if you can scarcely credit such a blasphemy ... the mate of a werewolf."

Snape's blood froze as his mind began to spin. Had he been discovered? No, he'd been too careful. Did he mean Tonks? It couldn't be. Neither of them was pure-blooded to be considered a blood traitor. Snape's wand worked to Snape's hand surreptitiously, expecting an attack from the Dark Lord or any of the men standing before the Dark Lord for the transgression of loving his mate as his mind tried to make sense of what he was hearing.

"I see you are as disturbed by it as I," the Dark Lord nodded, his white skin still stretched in an unpleasant leer. "Yes, I understand that after what I forced upon you with that ... beast."

Greyback frowned and snatched a glance at Snape at this but looked quickly away in case the Dark Lord saw his eyes raised from the floor.

"Greyback will get the mate. But you, Severus," the Dark Lord leant forward as he paused to watch Snape's reactions, "you will ensure he does not fail me this time." The Dark Lord glided away from the three trembling men and the seething Greyback to stand before Snape fully.

"Bring me the werewolf who has eluded me all these years, Severus. Bring me Idris."

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