Protector
Disclaimer: I stole them, I admit it. I promise I was going to put them back Mr, honest!
Rating: Pure, simple, R. Deal with it.
Pairing: SS/SB all the way. [Contented sigh] Just as the fanfic Gods always intended it to be. So nya to RL/SB shippers!
This is the brother fic to 'Saviour'. That was going to be a one-shot. But the first reviewer changed my mind. (I'm such a fucking softie). 'Saviour' told of how Sirius escaped. Now he has to learn to live again - with Sevvie naturally.
But Remus isn't prepared to let him go so easily. After all, wolves do mate for life...
(From Severus' point of view for the moment).
~/*\~/*\~/*\~ What are you doing? ~/*\~/*\~/*\~
You're asleep now. I can barely even look at you without wanting to cry. I thought your dog form was a little battered - but it was nothing to this. At least the one who did this to you is locked away in Albus' office, well away from you.
It's funny how things turn out, isn't it? I used to hate you for just being you. For being that wonderful Gryffindor who captured all the girl's hearts, and hung around with James perfect Potter. And that prank you played on me...but was it your idea I wonder? Were you even then governed by Remus? I don't know - maybe I'll ask you sometime.
Now I'll watch you sleep. You're in a lot of pain, that I can tell. Madame Pomfrey won't do anything until Albus has seen the evidence of what Remus has done. All you've been given is a sleeping potion - and you haven't complained about it. It must be unbearable. From what she tells me, you have three broken ribs. Not to mention all those bites - eurgh. I can feel a shudder coming on just looking at them.
Who'd want to hurt you anymore than you have been? Azkaban must have been enough punishment; no wonder you looked so worried in the Shrieking shack back when I first saw you again.
You've changed a lot; you look a damn sight better than you did that night. Even with...all that's happened to you. You're even smiling in your sleep, you insanely brave Gryffindor mutt! How do you do that? I find it hard enough to smile anymore after all the torture and death I've seen. But you - you were hurt by someone on our side. By someone I know you counted as a friend.
Christ you're insane. And a lot cleverer than I ever gave you credit for. Albus seemed completely clueless when I came to him about you. He doesn't want to believe it. Surely not Remus? His little stray werewolf who wouldn't hurt a fly?
No, not a fly. A human being Albus. A sad, broken man who once had the world spread out before his feet for the taking.
Wolves mate for life. Bullshit. And if Remus so much as touches a hair on your head again, I'll make sure his life is severely shortened. Have no doubt about that. The bastard...
Albus has just come through the door, looking bemused. "Hello Severus." He peers down at you, scrutinizing the wounds. And then, behind him, comes Remus, sedate and stately looking, the bruise from the vase mostly erased. It's all I can do to wake you up.
You blink your eyes open, and smile pleasurably as you snuggle into the warmth of the blankets. At a simple cough from Albus though, you're sitting bolt upright, eyes wide as dinner plates. Albus eyes your ruined torso with some disdain, and bashfully, you pull the blankets back up. I want to hug you right here, right now.
Get a grip. It's not exactly a good time. "Remus tells me that there has been a misunderstanding about all this," Albus smiles wisely, and I can't believe my ears. Mistake? What the?
"Albus?" I venture.
"Well, as you know, the full moon is coming on, and Remus has been a little tense recently. It seems Sirius here just arrived at the wrong time, and scuffled with Remus in his animagus form."
"Sir - you haven't even listened to Sirius' side of the story yet!" And then you open that mouth of yours, and shatter any chance of redemption.
"Yeah, that's pretty much what happened Albus. It's just lucky Sev got there, or it could have been much worse." You lie so easily, even painting a smile over your face. I cannot believe it. What are you doing?
"Good, good." Albus just nods and wanders out. I wonder if the last battle against Voldermort didn't knock his last screw loose. And now, there's only Remus, Sirius and I. And I'm feeling murderous. You look at me apologetically, and hold out your arms to allow Remus to hug you. How can you let him *touch* you? I can feel tears welling in my eyes in frustration, and I can't be in the room anymore.
"Good night," I say curtly - you look at me over that bloody werewolf's shoulder sorrowfully. I just scowl - you've thrown away your chance. And I don't even know why. As I breeze out of the door, I can hear you whispering submissively to the sadistic prick,
"I'm sorry Remus - it won't happen again, I promise."
"I should bloody well hope not," he answers, growling slightly. My blood boils, and I slam the door as hard as I can.
Wait - surely if Albus just sees Remus' chambers - it's more than obvious the damage there would not have been caused by a fight between dog and wolf. It was too neat - too tidy. "Albus," I hurry over to our benevolent leader, who smiles placidly and waits for me to carry on. "Come and see Remus' chambers. That ought to prove what I told you." You frown slightly.
"I really don't think it's necessary - after all, both Remus and Sirius agree on what happened."
"Sir, you trusted me when I told you I didn't want to be a death eater anymore. Trust me now." You just shrug, and follow me along the night- shadowed hallways. It's creepy late at night. Though at least I suppose it isn't damp, like down in the dungeons. I'm so glad I decided to take a tower room instead...
We're at the crime scene now, and I have to stop and look around in dazed confusion. "Well, what is it you wanted to prove?" Albus asks, tapping his foot a little impatiently. I can't answer. What's gotten into him? How can he be so fucking blind? But, he obstinately waits, and eventually I have to bow my head and answer,
"Never mind sir. I must have been mistaken."
"Oh well - it is rather late. Get to bed and have a rest Severus." And Albus pats me on the head like he did when I was still a student, and walks off. Leaving me staring silently at the immaculate room.
Almost immaculate. Remus has missed a spot of blood on the flagstone floor. The only testament to the night's occurrences left. You disgusting little shit. I don't care what it takes, I'm going to expose you for what you are. For the second time of course. And this time, you won't get accepted back into the wizarding fold quite so easily...
*
You're asleep again. I've snuck back in to check on you, after having to wait for about an hour for Remus to leave. There's a fresh bruise - correction - line of bruises on your neck I see. Remus can't even hold himself back when you're trying to knit bones back together. Looking at you right now, I can't believe that what happened earlier really did happen.
What on earth were you thinking, you great fool?
You seem to have heard my angry thoughts, because your eyes are shuttering open. Fear flashes quickly across your face, followed by a sheepish look. And by God, you have reason to be, don't you? "What were you thinking?" I demand angrily, shaking you roughly by the shoulders. At a wince, I let go of you, and look at my own hands in shock. "Oh God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
"No - problem," you grin back, breath hitching a little in your throat.
I sit down on the chair next to you, and capture one of your shaking hands. "Why did you do that?"
You look fearful, and look down so that that long hair of yours covers your face. "I...I knew Remus would have cleared the room. And everyone thinks he's so bloody great. Albus wouldn't have believed me." I'm shocked. Because I know you're right. Oh dear God.
I drop the trembling hand, and you lie down properly again, pulling the blankets up to your chin, and turning your face away from me. Those bruises are so livid against your skin. I'm fascinated - I want to know more about that...no. you're hurt. I won't take advantage of that. Unlike *some* people.
What am I to do? How do I expose Remus, when he's already got most of the school right under his thumb. Hell, until a few hours ago, I don't know if I would have believed the story either. It's a 'you had to be there' thing. If only Albus *had* been there. Wait - there's an idea! I wonder whether Minerva is doing the corridor rounds tonight... I hope so. I need to ask her for something right away.
You'll be safe for now. "Poppy. Can you make sure no one comes in to see Sirius for a few days?" I ask as I shuffle past her.
"Of course - he'll need that much for the bruises to go down anyway. And, it's not as if there will be people flooding in to see the poor man." That's true. But the reassurance that at least your safe for a few days is there.
Minerva, please be on duty tonight. Please. I really need your help. I know you don't like me much, but you'll help me. You've got to. For the sake of your favourite student... He's holed up in the hospital wing, and I'm sure you'll want to help him.
~/*\~/*\~/*\~
Remus will get his comeuppance soon. Hehehe! (I'm sorry to Remus lovers. Yes, he is wonderful, but I just like him as a villain more than the goody two shoes. He looks cleverer this way!)
Right. Well - bye for now. And, don't have nightmares.
R+R - Soda
Disclaimer: I stole them, I admit it. I promise I was going to put them back Mr, honest!
Rating: Pure, simple, R. Deal with it.
Pairing: SS/SB all the way. [Contented sigh] Just as the fanfic Gods always intended it to be. So nya to RL/SB shippers!
This is the brother fic to 'Saviour'. That was going to be a one-shot. But the first reviewer changed my mind. (I'm such a fucking softie). 'Saviour' told of how Sirius escaped. Now he has to learn to live again - with Sevvie naturally.
But Remus isn't prepared to let him go so easily. After all, wolves do mate for life...
(From Severus' point of view for the moment).
~/*\~/*\~/*\~ What are you doing? ~/*\~/*\~/*\~
You're asleep now. I can barely even look at you without wanting to cry. I thought your dog form was a little battered - but it was nothing to this. At least the one who did this to you is locked away in Albus' office, well away from you.
It's funny how things turn out, isn't it? I used to hate you for just being you. For being that wonderful Gryffindor who captured all the girl's hearts, and hung around with James perfect Potter. And that prank you played on me...but was it your idea I wonder? Were you even then governed by Remus? I don't know - maybe I'll ask you sometime.
Now I'll watch you sleep. You're in a lot of pain, that I can tell. Madame Pomfrey won't do anything until Albus has seen the evidence of what Remus has done. All you've been given is a sleeping potion - and you haven't complained about it. It must be unbearable. From what she tells me, you have three broken ribs. Not to mention all those bites - eurgh. I can feel a shudder coming on just looking at them.
Who'd want to hurt you anymore than you have been? Azkaban must have been enough punishment; no wonder you looked so worried in the Shrieking shack back when I first saw you again.
You've changed a lot; you look a damn sight better than you did that night. Even with...all that's happened to you. You're even smiling in your sleep, you insanely brave Gryffindor mutt! How do you do that? I find it hard enough to smile anymore after all the torture and death I've seen. But you - you were hurt by someone on our side. By someone I know you counted as a friend.
Christ you're insane. And a lot cleverer than I ever gave you credit for. Albus seemed completely clueless when I came to him about you. He doesn't want to believe it. Surely not Remus? His little stray werewolf who wouldn't hurt a fly?
No, not a fly. A human being Albus. A sad, broken man who once had the world spread out before his feet for the taking.
Wolves mate for life. Bullshit. And if Remus so much as touches a hair on your head again, I'll make sure his life is severely shortened. Have no doubt about that. The bastard...
Albus has just come through the door, looking bemused. "Hello Severus." He peers down at you, scrutinizing the wounds. And then, behind him, comes Remus, sedate and stately looking, the bruise from the vase mostly erased. It's all I can do to wake you up.
You blink your eyes open, and smile pleasurably as you snuggle into the warmth of the blankets. At a simple cough from Albus though, you're sitting bolt upright, eyes wide as dinner plates. Albus eyes your ruined torso with some disdain, and bashfully, you pull the blankets back up. I want to hug you right here, right now.
Get a grip. It's not exactly a good time. "Remus tells me that there has been a misunderstanding about all this," Albus smiles wisely, and I can't believe my ears. Mistake? What the?
"Albus?" I venture.
"Well, as you know, the full moon is coming on, and Remus has been a little tense recently. It seems Sirius here just arrived at the wrong time, and scuffled with Remus in his animagus form."
"Sir - you haven't even listened to Sirius' side of the story yet!" And then you open that mouth of yours, and shatter any chance of redemption.
"Yeah, that's pretty much what happened Albus. It's just lucky Sev got there, or it could have been much worse." You lie so easily, even painting a smile over your face. I cannot believe it. What are you doing?
"Good, good." Albus just nods and wanders out. I wonder if the last battle against Voldermort didn't knock his last screw loose. And now, there's only Remus, Sirius and I. And I'm feeling murderous. You look at me apologetically, and hold out your arms to allow Remus to hug you. How can you let him *touch* you? I can feel tears welling in my eyes in frustration, and I can't be in the room anymore.
"Good night," I say curtly - you look at me over that bloody werewolf's shoulder sorrowfully. I just scowl - you've thrown away your chance. And I don't even know why. As I breeze out of the door, I can hear you whispering submissively to the sadistic prick,
"I'm sorry Remus - it won't happen again, I promise."
"I should bloody well hope not," he answers, growling slightly. My blood boils, and I slam the door as hard as I can.
Wait - surely if Albus just sees Remus' chambers - it's more than obvious the damage there would not have been caused by a fight between dog and wolf. It was too neat - too tidy. "Albus," I hurry over to our benevolent leader, who smiles placidly and waits for me to carry on. "Come and see Remus' chambers. That ought to prove what I told you." You frown slightly.
"I really don't think it's necessary - after all, both Remus and Sirius agree on what happened."
"Sir, you trusted me when I told you I didn't want to be a death eater anymore. Trust me now." You just shrug, and follow me along the night- shadowed hallways. It's creepy late at night. Though at least I suppose it isn't damp, like down in the dungeons. I'm so glad I decided to take a tower room instead...
We're at the crime scene now, and I have to stop and look around in dazed confusion. "Well, what is it you wanted to prove?" Albus asks, tapping his foot a little impatiently. I can't answer. What's gotten into him? How can he be so fucking blind? But, he obstinately waits, and eventually I have to bow my head and answer,
"Never mind sir. I must have been mistaken."
"Oh well - it is rather late. Get to bed and have a rest Severus." And Albus pats me on the head like he did when I was still a student, and walks off. Leaving me staring silently at the immaculate room.
Almost immaculate. Remus has missed a spot of blood on the flagstone floor. The only testament to the night's occurrences left. You disgusting little shit. I don't care what it takes, I'm going to expose you for what you are. For the second time of course. And this time, you won't get accepted back into the wizarding fold quite so easily...
*
You're asleep again. I've snuck back in to check on you, after having to wait for about an hour for Remus to leave. There's a fresh bruise - correction - line of bruises on your neck I see. Remus can't even hold himself back when you're trying to knit bones back together. Looking at you right now, I can't believe that what happened earlier really did happen.
What on earth were you thinking, you great fool?
You seem to have heard my angry thoughts, because your eyes are shuttering open. Fear flashes quickly across your face, followed by a sheepish look. And by God, you have reason to be, don't you? "What were you thinking?" I demand angrily, shaking you roughly by the shoulders. At a wince, I let go of you, and look at my own hands in shock. "Oh God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
"No - problem," you grin back, breath hitching a little in your throat.
I sit down on the chair next to you, and capture one of your shaking hands. "Why did you do that?"
You look fearful, and look down so that that long hair of yours covers your face. "I...I knew Remus would have cleared the room. And everyone thinks he's so bloody great. Albus wouldn't have believed me." I'm shocked. Because I know you're right. Oh dear God.
I drop the trembling hand, and you lie down properly again, pulling the blankets up to your chin, and turning your face away from me. Those bruises are so livid against your skin. I'm fascinated - I want to know more about that...no. you're hurt. I won't take advantage of that. Unlike *some* people.
What am I to do? How do I expose Remus, when he's already got most of the school right under his thumb. Hell, until a few hours ago, I don't know if I would have believed the story either. It's a 'you had to be there' thing. If only Albus *had* been there. Wait - there's an idea! I wonder whether Minerva is doing the corridor rounds tonight... I hope so. I need to ask her for something right away.
You'll be safe for now. "Poppy. Can you make sure no one comes in to see Sirius for a few days?" I ask as I shuffle past her.
"Of course - he'll need that much for the bruises to go down anyway. And, it's not as if there will be people flooding in to see the poor man." That's true. But the reassurance that at least your safe for a few days is there.
Minerva, please be on duty tonight. Please. I really need your help. I know you don't like me much, but you'll help me. You've got to. For the sake of your favourite student... He's holed up in the hospital wing, and I'm sure you'll want to help him.
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Remus will get his comeuppance soon. Hehehe! (I'm sorry to Remus lovers. Yes, he is wonderful, but I just like him as a villain more than the goody two shoes. He looks cleverer this way!)
Right. Well - bye for now. And, don't have nightmares.
R+R - Soda