Title: To the Moon
Genre:Romance/Drama
Pairings:Harry/Severus (main), Ron/Hermione (side), Draco/? (side)
Rating:M, for future chapters
Warnings:Complaint to HBP, Dead Dumbledore, Established relationship between Harry and Severus, Werewolves, Minor Ginny bashing, Supportive Weasleys, others will be added as they come up
Disclaimer:I don't own any recognizable characters, locations, or spells. That right belongs with JK Rowling and the others involved in the Harry Potter Universe. In addition, any recognizable lyrics are property of the artist and record company. I'm simply borrowing them for my pleasure, and yours.
Summary:After rescuing Severus, Harry learns much more about his former professor than he bargained for. Will friendship blossom, or will the animosity between the two be too much?
Author's Note: Italics are flashbacks, while italics within quotation marks are thoughts. And this is a plot bunny that popped up before work one night, so updates will be fairly sporadic.

The sun came up on another blustery January morning, and the birds were all tucked away in their nests. The only creatures out and about at this point were a pair of quite large wolves.

One was midnight black, except for a button sized pure white patch on this forehead and his piercing emerald green eyes. The other was a mottled grey, looking much like the castle walls behind them. His obsidians eyes started to become less feral as the moon sanks behind the forest.

Arc noticed that Gefhar was visibliy becoming subdued, so he changed back into his human form to help the wolf get back to his rooms in the near-by castle.

After he tucked the other man into bed, and made sure a house elf would check up on him, Harry made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast while drinking a Pepper-up potion.

As he took his seat, Professor McGonagall, the new Headmisstress, looked at him, worry evident in her features.

"Professor Snape will not be teaching today," Harry told her. "Last night was particularly rough on him. We remained on the grounds until just after sun up."

"I will get his classes taken care of," she said, matter of factly. "Yours as well, Harry."

"I'm fine to teach today, Minerva," Harry said, trying to stifle a yawn. "I drank a Pepper-up onmy way to breakfast."

"You were up all night helping Severus, young man. You are in no state to teach today," she replied, after he finished yawning. "Go and get some sleep, Harry."

"Alright, alright. If I come back for lunch, I'll teach my afternoon classes," Harry said, as he rose from his seat. "I'll keep you up to date on Severus as well."

"Have a good sleep, Harry," Minerva said, watching him turn and exit the hall.

"Those boys deserve each other," she thought, a small smile on her face. "How fortunate that Harry was the one to find Severus after he had been attacked."

Something inside him had warned of the danger of taking the trip on his own, but, as always, Severus decided to ignore his instincts. He had needed to get some potion supplies from a little known shop in the middle of nowhere, and he didn't feel comfortable taking anyone else there.

After he spent a couple of hours gathering the ingredients that he needed and paying for his purchases, Severus stepped out into the dark night. He wrapped his cloak around himself more tightly, against the chill of the wind. He began walking to the apparation point just beyond the village.

As he walked, Severus thought he heard someone slowly walking behind him. He glanced over his shoulder, but only caught a glimpse of a cloak snapping around a corner. He began to walk faster, the person following him resuming their chase.

Severus kept walking as he passed the apparation point, unwilling to stop and give his persuer a chance to catch up. He hadn't quite mastered the moving apparation, and was unwilling to try when his nerves were this frayed. As he continued to hear footsteps, he began to run.

It was dark, and there was a tree fast approaching Severus as he ran from his persuers. He smacked into the wall hard, and fell clutching his left arm. Fortunately, he could tell that it was not broken, but his wrist was sprained. Unfortunately, the injury removed his awareness from the person fast approaching him.

"Shit!" he shouted, as he felt teeth dig into his right shoulder. "Greyback, what do you want from me?"

"I'm to capture you for the Dark Lord," Greyback responded, after twisting his teeth to insure the wounds would remain open. "He doesn't care if you're wounded, though. I decided to have a little fun with you."

"You sick bastard," Severus said, silently casting a gently cleansing charm on his wound. "The Dark Lord knows that I am not his servant any longer. The mark is gone from my arm. He was furious when I officially left the ranks, but he would never have sent you after me."

"That's where you're wrong, Snape," Greyback sneered. "He was absolutely furious that you left, and he wanted to end you the night you left. Fortunately for you, Malfoy stepped in and convinced the Dark Lord to give you some time to 'come to your senses' as he put it. Unfortuneately, no one knew that Lucius would shortly pull the same stunt."

Suddenly, Greyback was sent flying as three spells hit him square in the back. Three sets of feet punded towards Severus, but only two continued passed him.

"Oh, Severus! Did he get to you before we got here?" Harry asked, alarmed at the blood quickly staining Severus' white shirt. "We meant to get here sooner, but Ron was being a jerk about helping you."

"Unfortunately, Greyback has infected me," Severus said, sliently thankful that it was Harry that stopped to help him and not Granger. "I will undergo these transformations for the remainder of my life."

"I'm so sorry, Severus," Harry said, attempting to clean the wounds.

Severus woke with a start as he felt the opposite side of his bed dip. He opened his eyes enough to see Harry slipping into bed next to him.

"I feel as though I smashed headlong into the castle," the older man groaned, rolling onto his side to look at Harry.

"Last night was particularly rough on you, Sev," Harry said. "We left the castle just after curfew and didn't return until after sun up. And you were particularly feral last night. I had a few wounds to tend to after I got you into bed this morning."

Harry showed his arms to Severus, who noted the scars marring the flesh. He felt a pang of guilt, even though he could not control himself during the transformations.

"We should get some more sleep, Sev," Harry said, snuggling against Severus. "Minerva has our classes covered so we can recooperate."

"Alright, my Harry," Severus said, accepting the comforting weight of the younger man into his arms.

Both fell into a deep sleep with a small smile on their face.

A/N 2: I know I have a story out there that's half completed, but I lost my fire for that story. It's just not my cuppa anymore. However, I've got a pretty good feeling about this, so we'll see if I can finish this one, haha. Reviews and faves are awesome, and thanks for sticking with me.