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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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Direct quotes from Chapter 21 of HBP are in bold and © J.K. Rowling

Chapter 95: Letters, Lessons & Records

Snape was pacing outside the hospital wing impatiently. Of course, Snape's vow might yet be rendered utterly pointless by the object of the vow himself. Potter was now lying in that hospital wing having had his skull cracked by Bludger hit by a member of his own team. That was Gryffindor camaraderie for you!

Well, thought Snape snidely, I would at least be released then. And that soul fragment would be gone. But his sour reverie didn't mask the truth of it: he had still obliged himself to kill Dumbledore. And even if he were pleased if the boy died (Would he be? he stopped his pacing suddenly at the thought), whatever Dumbledore may have planned, Snape had vowed to protect Lily's son and he would have failed. Not to mention how much Lupin would grieve. So many consequences.

He and Minerva had been the first down to the pitch when McLaggen had hit the Bludger at Potter and had brought Potter to the infirmary. McLaggen was with the Dumbledore and Madame Hooch now, explaining why he had taken Peakes's bat from him, contrary to the Keeper's position. He was an appalling boy. Snape hoped that he would be punished. He rolled his eyes: what was he thinking? McLaggen was a Gryffindor. The idea of punishment was laughable.

At that moment, Minerva came out of the hospital wing at a brisk pace.

"Thank you for your help, Severus," she said and they walked down the corridor together.

"Will he be all right?"

"Oh yes, Poppy mended the cracks immediately." Minerva sighed. "That boy attracts injury like a magnet attracts iron."

Snape bit back his unkind retort; he could see how worried she had been.

"And I'm surprised, Severus, that you have not teased me about Gryffindor's loss," she said pertly.

"I thought I'd wait until I was sure it wouldn't be in bad taste," said Snape with a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Very decent of you, I'm sure," Minerva replied tartly.

"You're welcome."

"Get it over with then," sighed Minerva, rolling her eyes.

"I'm not sure I need to add anything, Minerva."

"What ... what do you mean?"

"To the facts, I mean," said Snape silkily, a small smile crimping the corners of his mouth. "Three hundred and twenty to sixty loss ... to Hufflepuff. Need I say more?"

"Yes. Well." Minerva's lips pursed very tightly until they whitened and she fixed him with her most stern gaze. "Will you be joining us in the staff room tonight, or are you away again?"

"I'll be away again, but I can be reached in an emergency."

"Yes, I appreciate that but ... well ... we rarely see you at all nowadays, Severus, not even for Pomona's card school. Charity is complaining she misses your poker face. Of course, she just doesn't know your tells the way I do." Minerva raised her eyebrow and Snape smiled tightly, only to be surprised as she touched his hand lightly with her fingertips. "I hope you are safe in what you are doing."

With that she nodded and let herself into her own office, leaving Snape at the threshold, strangely disquieted again by her concern and ashamed that he had dissembled.

oooOOOooo

Dear friend and colleague,

Thank you for your last. I have collated all the specifications you sent. I have to say that some of the combinations and proportions simply had not occurred to me. I have tried six different trial balms. I have also tried a combination of 2 and 3 with one additional dram of Distilled Fennel. I have included a tabulation of the results, but I can say that, at the last moon, this combination delivered the fastest healing results I have seen so far ...

Snape scratched away, extrapolating all of Alphard's information from his letter into his own charts and then on into various manuals. It had to be acknowledged that Alphard's access to an enlarged werewolf pack could give Snape information he could never hope to gain from his small experiments at pain relief in Lupin's Wolfsbane. Idris's pack contained werewolves of every age and condition and Alphard noted everything with a scrupulous attention to detail that Snape could only admire. Even though they had only been collaborating for two months, the injury balm wouldn't take long to complete, as far as Snape could see. In the injury balm, Snape was mainly responding to Alphard's more in-depth researches with his specialist knowledge of ingredients and their transitional states. However, in the more esoteric research into the cure itself, Alphard was merely acting as a sounding board to the information he and Lupin were finding, although their researches were still preliminary. Either way, to Snape it was thrilling.

As Snape finished transcribing the last of Alphard's findings into his own notes, annotating them with his first thoughts, he felt Lupin's hands rest on his shoulders.

"It's late, Severus. Take a break from this now," said Lupin as he massaged the knotted muscles in Snape's shoulders. Snape stretched his shoulders and let Lupin's hands knead into the knots, turning his neck as he felt the relief as the muscles worked loose. Of course, there was a charm for this, but Lupin never used it. He said he liked to feel Snape relax under his hands. Snape smiled and closed his eyes.

"It's good news about Angharad, isn't it?" Lupin said.

"I suppose. But I was surprised," replied Snape, hoping Lupin would continue for a while. In truth, Snape had been startled by the news of Angharad's pregnancy at the end of Alphard's letter. He didn't know why. Angharad was certainly young enough to have more children. Somehow, in his mind, he had not thought of the three of them in the sexual sense since he had found out about Alphard's return to Idris. "I suppose I wonder how Alphard feels about his mate being a father to another's child.

Lupin stopped massaging Snape's shoulders (much to his disappointment) and sat next to him.

"Alphard came to that relationship. I don't doubt for one minute that Idris loves Angharad. I believe – completely without foundation of course," he smiled beautifully, "that Alphard will be delighted."

"But who will he be to the child – that's what I don't understand."

"A close family pack-mate ..."

"Like an uncle?"

"I'm not sure what would be analogous in the Wizarding world since it doesn't permit polygamy. But I suppose an uncle is closest." Then Lupin frowned. "No, I'm not sure it will do. The child will grow up knowing that his parents share their relationship with another person and Alphard will be as close to that child as Idris and Angharad will be. It works within the pack."

Snape couldn't deny it blew his mind that Alphard had been so excited by it in his letter, but in that short time they had last been with the pack, the three had seemed completely at ease with each other – had been such a family. Snape also couldn't deny that now he had Lupin at home, he felt the draw more and more towards having a family of their own – if only the Dark Lord could be destroyed and he could be free. If only ...

oooOOOooo

When the Dark Mark burnt that night, the burn had not been fierce enough for him to cry out. Luckily, Lupin had been out of the room so Snape could compose himself as he fetched his robes and mask before he said his goodbyes to Lupin.

He hated to see Lupin's panic if Snape were hurt by the summons alone – he knew it meant that Lupin would be frantic with worry by the time he returned. Sometimes, of course, Lupin was right to worry. If Snape were honest - most of the time, Lupin was right to worry. But where Snape could, he hid his injuries from Lupin – made sure Poppy treated him with lotions and potions that, in all probability, had he not had Lupin to reassure, he would have eschewed.

He arrived at the manor, finding the Dark Lord in Lucius's study. He was calm and no other Death Eaters were in his proximity, hence the calm summons.

"Ah, Severus," the Dark Lord said, on seeing Snape. As Snape prepared to kneel, the Dark Lord touched his arm with the tip of his wand. "No need Severus. It is just us. Unmask and have a seat."

Snape schooled his expression to hide his surprise before he unmasked, and took the chair.

"Two full moons have passed since you managed to escape the werewolves, Severus."

Snape nodded in acknowledgement, his face immobile as his mind sped to what the Dark Lord might require from him.

"Do you have any ill effects from your wounds at the full moon?" the Dark Lord enquired.

"No, my Lord. I will always carry the physical scars ..." Snape stammered, his mind racing to try to understand what the Dark Lord wanted to know. Was it even possible that the Dark Lord knew the significance of the full moon to Snape? Surely not. Snape would be dead or dying already if the Dark Lord knew.

"... they are cursed wounds, yes. I understand. You don't transform? Change in any way?" The Dark Lord paused. "Lose your mind?"

"No, my Lord ... I am as I ever was ..." Quickly he realised what the Dark Lord would associate with the full moon, and he recovered his wits. "The first full moon, I stayed in my quarters in case I was mistaken, but I was unchanged in every way. This last full moon, I have taken up my experiments for the poison we had been working on. I hope I have not erred, my Lord," he hesitated for effect, "and that you still entrust this great and noble work to me – the least of your servants." He bowed his head.

The Dark Lord patted his head and Snape's scalp crawled.

"That is ... what I had hoped I would hear. I had indeed wondered why I had had no reports from you on this undertaking. It is important, Severus."

"Yes, my Lord." Snape knew he had to be tactful. He could not say that the full moon he had spent letting his own blood for the Dark Lord was wasted time! "I have had to re-acquaint myself with my researches, ensure all my ingredients are fresh ..."

"Yes, yes, of course." The Dark Lord waved his hand airily. "You are now re-acquainted with it all?"

"I am, my Lord. I am ready to begin again, with your leave – of course." Snape bowed again, wondering when in the world he would be free of this scraping subservience.

"Yes, with all diligence, Severus. When the Ministry comes to my hands, I will have all kinds of access to assist in its application to the Muggle population." The crimson eyes seemed alight with fervour. "I hope I will not have to wait too long."

"Every one of my spare waking hours is taken with experiments and research, my Lord," assured Snape, carefully eliding of truth of the nature of those experiments and research from his mind.

"I don't doubt you, Severus, even though others may," the Dark Lord drawled.

Bellatrix. Snape had no doubts that she had been undermining him again, ever more hungry for her place at the Dark Lord's right hand.

"I was very impressed by your resistance to the Imperius Curse, Severus. Your mind magic gets stronger. We must put it to work for us."

"My apologies, my Lord. That type of contact ... you know how I feel about it." Snape was sure Bellatrix would be trying to use that to undermine him further but Snape hoped to remind the Dark Lord of his own distaste of carnality – a shared aversion.

"I do, and your resistance proved it." The Dark Lord regarded him appraisingly for a while. "Your restraint is admirable. I wish more of my followers possessed it. Even the beast failed in his mission at last moon, although I suppose the lesson was still learnt by the child's blood-traitor mother."

Saying no more, he turned from Snape and Snape knew he was dismissed. Feeling both relieved and confused in equal measure, Snape said nothing but departed silently.

He knew the Dark Lord referred to savage murder of Hester Montgomery's youngest son. The Dark Lord had wanted him Turned and kept as a tool to blackmail the mother, one of the Wizengamot's chief attorneys and prosecutors. But Greyback had lost all control and slaughtered the boy. There almost wasn't enough Post-Cruciatus Potion to save him. Had he not been a werewolf with their extraordinary capacity to heal, Snape was sure Greyback would have died.

Of course, the Dark Lord was wrong. Hester Montgomery was a formidable woman. Snape had no doubt that she would never rest until she brought Greyback to justice. He just hoped her need for vengeance would not rebound on all werewolves.

oooOOOooo

It had been an exasperating Defence lesson with the sixth year Slytherins and Gryffindors. They were studying Dementors and Potter had disagreed with Snape vociferously on the best way to tackle Dementors despite Snape explaining that there could be times when a wizard simply was unable due to circumstances to Conjure a Patronus or where it would simply be unwise. He supposed he should have expected it, given Potter's proficiency with the Charm and that he would never want Snape to gainsay anything that his favourite Professor Lupin had said. It was all part of Potter's problem and why he would never be a truly great wizard, in Snape's opinion: his blinkered vision overshadowed enquiry.

"Yes, Potter," sneered Snape, as he leant against his desk at the front of the classroom. "We are all aware of your ability to Conjure a Patronus. After all, we all witnessed the spectacle at a Quidditch match in an insufferable overreaction to a prank, did we not?" Snape steepled his fingers. "Never let it be said that hundreds of hours of one-to-one tuition were wasted on you!" Snape's jaw tightened and he stalked to Potter's desk.

"It's a shame you haven't learnt any lessons other than those you choose to take on board. I am well aware that you, Potter, know of at least two other methods of dealing with Dementors."

The boy stared at him sullenly, and Snape's eyebrow rose as his lip curled.

"No? Don't remember?" Snape sighed dramatically. "You are aware - of course - that a transformed Animagus can evade a Dementor because its animal mind disguises the Animagus's true mental state." The boy flushed at the reference to his late godfather. Snape smirked unpleasantly as he paused and then delivered the insult he knew would hit the boy hard. "Or ... if one were capable ... one could Occlude."

Snape's mouth twitched at the corners as Potter's eyes glittered as his flush deepened. Snape thought he would not tell Lupin this. He knew it was poorly done of him, but the boy's arrogance irritated him. He strode back to his desk. The Dementors were proliferating daily. Each competent witch and wizard should be able to find at least one way of dealing with them. The three mentioned were the hardest of all.

"One roll of parchment on the ways to deal with Dementors to be submitted next lesson. You already have three, but I expect you all to research these and other ways and the situations in which certain methods would be preferable to others. Dismissed."

oooOOOooo

By his last letter, in amongst research notes and Lupin's added note of effusive congratulations, Snape had arranged to meet Alphard at the busy Wizarding Exchange in Chester on the Welsh Marches. He told him where, the number of the booth in which he would be sitting and that he would be disguised. The meeting should take no longer than a couple of hours then he would return to Lupin.

As he left the school gates, he was convinced he saw a shimmer of magic in his peripheral vision. Wordlessly, he cast, Homenum Revelio, and saw the figure of Thorfinn Rowle under an aged invisibility cloak. He did not give any sign that he had seen him but, instead of Disapparating immediately, he started to walk the long road to Hogsmeade to see if he was the target of surveillance. Rowle followed.

Snape's stomach sank. Did the Dark Lord suspect him? Or was this a plot by another Death Eater? Surely the Dark Lord would never send a lumbering giant like Rowle on a mission of subterfuge. His lips thinned as he walked. Lumbering or not, Rowle would still be able to track his Apparition if he couldn't shake him. He got to the Hog's Head and exchanged greetings with Aberforth who grunted when Snape said he just wanted to use the Floo.

Yes, he'd have to say his destination out loud, but once he'd called out "The Leaky Cauldron!" and got to Diagon Alley, he could easily lose himself in the alley's evening hubbub. Snape made his way smartly and purposely towards Knockturn Alley, very much as if he had urgent business there, hearing from Rowle's heavy tread that he was keeping a good fifteen feet or so behind him. He turned sharply into a narrow mews and quickly Disillusioned himself. As Rowle rounded the turn, Snape cast a quick Stupefy! and Rowle fell heavily on the ground. Snape moved quickly away and back into Diagon Alley. Rowle could fend for himself against the muggers and sneak-thieves who frequented the dark passages and byways of Knockturn Alley as far as Snape was concerned as he turned and Disapparated.

He Apparated first to the East End of London, the alley in fact where he had had an assignation with Lupin all those months ago. He walked three blocks then Disapparated to the fens of Norfolk and walked to an outlying pub he knew. From there, he Disapparated to the cathedral city of Rochester and walked through its mediaeval mews and shambles. He was sure then he had not been followed so he Disapparated to Chester.

The Wizarding Exchange was a huge building within the Wizarding environs of old Chester. Modelled on the old Exchange in the City of London, this was where the magical business community came to do their deals, exchanging their goods and bonds. It was not run by goblins, although they also had their seats on the trading floor. To the edge of the trading floor were a coffee house and an ale house. Snape had chosen the ale house.

He saw Alphard enter, nod to him and join him in the numbered booth in which he sat, hidden by his hooded cloak. He noticed several werewolves he had seen at the camp fan out around them – undoubtedly, Alphard's bodyguard. Idris was clearly taking no chances. If the other patrons of the ale house noticed the scruffy look of the werewolves, they did not let on. They had noticed Alphard, in his clothes as fine as anyone there. Undoubtedly, a rich man with his retinue, Snape suspected they thought. Alphard drew the brocade curtains to give them privacy and Snape took down his hood.

"Thank you for meeting me," said Snape, surreptitiously casting Muffliato, then pouring Alphard and himself some ale.

"Not at all, although I confess I'm surprised that Remus isn't with you." Alphard accepted the drink and they both drank together.

"He doesn't know I'm here. I haven't told him or Dumbledore what I need to tell you."

"Oh?" Alphard didn't hide his surprise.

"If I tell them this, Remus will see it as his duty to assist and Albus will send Remus out ... well, it's taken me a long time to bring him back home. Being with the werewolves - the homeless Dark werewolves - erodes his self esteem, his – ah – gentle nature – I don't suppose I can make you understand. Idris and his pack are so very different from most werewolves. Civilised and ..."

"... human?" offered Alphard, with an understanding smile.

"If you will."

Snape proceeded to tell Alphard of the Dark Lord's plan for the Light packs once the Ministry fell. Alphard paled as Snape handed over a scroll of all the packs, Light and neutral at risk.

"You think it will happen then? The Ministry will fall?"

"The Dark Lord had a year unchallenged in which to recruit when Fudge refused to listen to reason. He made huge strides. He has people in place in the Ministry already ..."

"... but if you know who they are, can't you tell the ones you know are not in his pocket?" cried Alphard. "I don't understand this."

"Neither do I - on so many levels. Albus is the Chief Warlock on the Wizengamot, and yet this information is not shared. He believes that Scrimgeour is just as closed-minded as Fudge was, but for different reasons." Snape sighed. "Albus has his own plans, but I am not party to them." Snape hoped he did not sound as bitter as he felt.

"Thank you for warning us, Seth. Do you have any particular instructions or things for which we should be vigilant?" asked Alphard quietly.

"Be careful of strangers. Remus is no longer recruiting. The Dark Lord may well try infiltration as a tactic as he now knows the pack has strong ancient enchantments. But if the Ministry falls, all manner of powers for the breaking of enchantments will be available to them. You must shore up your defences. If I get word, I will send my Patronus so you are not taken unawares. At least then you will know the message comes from me." Snape inhaled deeply as he mustered his strength to bite out his next sentence.

"When it comes, do not ignore it – no matter what you may then think of me then ..." His voice stopped in his throat and he shut his eyes against the constriction. He had ventured too far, but if they thought him Dumbledore's murderer, they could well disregard his message.

"What do you mean?" pressed Alphard, but Snape could only shake his head and hope that Alphard remembered his words in times to come. Alphard seemed to understand as he pressed him no further.

Snape recovered himself, and removed his wand, and a piece of parchment.

"We need to conceal not only our experiments, but even your existence and certainly that I know you. I need to show you an enchantment for our correspondence. I will write short notes of little import to you, but when you cast this enchantment, it will reveal my true missive."

"Like the enchantment I saw you use when I was captured?"

"Exactly so." Snape nodded.

"When do we start using this?" Alphard said, as he practised the wand movement Snape was demonstrating.

Snape recalled Rowle tracking him.

"Immediately."

oooOOOooo

As Snape ate his poached eggs, Lupin read the paper to him.

"Mundungus has been sent to Azkaban," said Lupin, with a weary sigh. He shook his head as he continued to read. "He was burgling a house and ..." Lupin passed his palm over his face, "when he was caught, he pretended to be an Inferius."

"The man is a complete liability," snapped Snape. "He's only interested in what he can get for himself, and he certainly can't be depended upon. I told you, the Dark Lord wants me to target him above all the other Order members to put him under the Imperius Curse."

"He gets information from places most of us wouldn't go ..."

"Come now, Remus. Could you see him in the disused Underground tunnels trying to gain the allegiance of the Dark werewolves ..."

"I think we can agree that that was a rather specialist task," Lupin chided. Snape snorted.

"Well, I don't trust him."

"No. I understand. Honestly, I do, but he has given us good information in the past. He is still useful and ... oh!" Lupin gasped as he read something else intently. "Dear God," he whispered.

"What is it?" asked Snape, moving forward in concern as Lupin paled before him. Lupin folded the paper and handed it to Snape.

Charles Dwyer, aged 9, was taken into custody by Magical Law Enforcement yesterday after administering Arsenic to his grandparents. Luckily, his mother, Amanda Dwyer, an Apothecary, detected the poison and called in MLE, suspecting a plot as her parents are renowned Muggle Rights activists, Lucien and Anastasia Goodwright. Upon investigation, it transpired that their own grandson, Charles, is the prime suspect although our sources in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement suspect that the child was placed under the Imperius Curse.

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose quite hard as Lupin took the paper back. He knew this would be the Carrows: it had their stench all over it. They took their twisted pleasure in inducting children into violence. Snape turned to speak to Lupin but he saw Lupin was now reading another page, a deep frown creasing his brow.

"Have you heard of Octavius Pepper?" he asked. Snape shook his head, but he could see upset in Lupin's face as Lupin turned the paper around so Snape could see the headline trumpeting his disappearance.

"Did you know him?"

"Yes. Quite well. He was another werewolf employed by Gringotts. Bill knows him too ..." Lupin inhaled sharply and Snape could hear the upset in Lupin's voice.

"We don't know he's dead, Remus," Snape said, placing his hand over Lupin's.

"I'm sure we'll know soon enough though."

Snape nodded. Greyback and his pack had been charged by the Dark Lord with targeting as many law-abiding werewolves as they could. Pepper worked quite openly for Gringotts in Diagon Alley. The goblins had no time for the anti-werewolf laws and the Ministry had no jurisdiction over the Gringotts building, established under Royal Charter. Three distinct transgressions of the proper and decent magical order, as far as the Dark Lord was concerned. Snape had no doubt Pepper's body would be discovered shortly. Although he was due to work on the Cruciatus Curse with his sixth formers today, he would have to re-visit the Imperius Curse sooner rather than later: their poor written work on the subject had shown him that. Perhaps, he should be looking at resistance lessons for the fourth and fifth years too ...

Even as he was thinking this, he watched Lupin's sadness, but Snape couldn't help but be relieved. He had removed Lupin from danger, and he was working in Oxford, anonymous amongst thousands of academics, magical and Muggle, none of whom knew Lupin was a werewolf. For now, from Greyback at least, Lupin was safe.

oooOOOooo

Snape was unhappy to have to accompany most of the sixth form to Hogsmeade for Apparition practice on the Sunday morning. It cut into his time at home. There was no possibility of being able to pull out though, especially as Minerva was staying at the school as Dumbledore was travelling, yet again. The only plus was that Draco was too young and so he was still confined to the castle, as was Potter. He supposed that might be a fortunate coincidence.

Being out in the open seemed to bring along some of the slower students. Even Weasley and Midgeon finally managed it. Thereafter, he and the other professors were obliged to ensure them all safely back to the castle after they had had a drink at The Three Broomsticks. None of it put him in a good mood.

On his return to the castle, his mood blackened even further when he saw Malfoy had left the Slytherin quarters for most of the morning. As he strode the corridors looking for him, his eyes narrowed as he saw the figure of Tonks walking towards him. He wondered if his day could get any worse.

"Are you not supposed to be guarding the school at its perimeter, Miss Tonks?" sneered Snape, taking in her weight loss and pallid visage.

"Mind your own business, Snape. I'm an Auror. You don't get to question me." Her words might have been tough, but Snape could see her eyes were glassy – she was on the verge of tears.

"You are neglecting your duty, Auror Tonks. As a professor at this school, it has everything to do with me. Now state your business inside this castle."

"I heard werewolves working for Gringotts were being targeted by Voldemort. I came to ask Professor Dumbledore if Remus is all right. I haven't seen him for ages. Do you know? Do you still tend him after the moon?" she demanded.

"And if I told you to mind your own business?" asked Snape unpleasantly.

She looked defeated, but Snape did not pity her. She dug in her robe and brought out a letter.

"It's full moon next week. Please. If you do see Remus, will you give this to him? Please."

"Do I resemble an owl, Miss Tonks?"

"No, but you are my fellow Order member. I am asking you for this favour," she said, enunciating every word deliberately as if trying to hold herself together. Then she held out the letter again. He noted the slight shake to her hand. "Please."

Snape swiped the letter from her hand with a scowl, crushing his desire to cast Incendio on the instant then turned on his heel and left her standing, gawping behind him.

His hands itched to open the witch's letter – to see what drivel she had written to Lupin. Of course, he wouldn't. Damn her! His temper started to boil. She had no right!

oooOOOooo

Snape watched Lupin's face carefully as he read the letter, watching his expression sadden with every line. Lupin exhaled a small sigh at the end and handed the letter to Snape as he covered his own face with his hands in despair.

Remus,

I hope you're ok. I was so pleased when Bill said you were working again but ever since Snape reported Greyback's plans to attack werewolves who won't join Voldemort, I've tried to find out how you are. I don't even know where you're living now. I've been to Grimmauld Place quite a few times now but I can see you're not using that as a base. Are you still doing special work for Dumbledore? I don't seem to be able to find out anything. The Order meetings become less frequent. Kingsley thinks Dumbledore's absences are due to his health. Do you know? Nothing seems to be going right.

I miss you.

There. I've said it. Will you forgive me for how I behaved that full moon? I was wrong to try to push you after all the years you must have grieved for Sirius, and then to have it stolen from you afresh. Please forgive me

Please can we try again? Give me the chance to show you that I can be enough for you? I don't care that you are a werewolf. You know that. I know you would never endanger me. I don't care about the age difference. It's irrelevant. I have so much love to give you, Remus. I can love enough for both of us. Please let us try again.

All my love, your Dora xx

Snape didn't know whether to be shocked by the shamelessness of the letter or by the desperation, but he could see that Lupin had been badly shaken by it.

"This has to stop, Severus. I feel like I'm killing her. We should speak to Albus. She needs to know the truth."

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