Spiked Collar is one of those random ideas you get that just grows and
grows. Let me give you a few warnings, though, before you continue reading.
And only the story line and any unrecognized charecters belong to me.
1.) I seriously like Remus. Any of my friends, be they Lycanthrope, Vampyre(Formal spelling), or just plain normal, will tell you that.
2.) This has a major Other Charecter in it. She is Sirius' younger sister, and lives in the States. She, like Remus is a werewolf. How and why she's living in America will be answered in the story.
3.) This is probably the most important warning of all. I'm a freelance writer. Which means that there WILL be bisexualty, homosexuality, and heterosexuality. Most likely the former two will show up alot more than the latter. That's just the way I am-completely open to new ideas and opprotunities.
4.) On a lighter note, alot of the stuff I will be writting in this fic will be written at night, so, if it appears that I'm stoned, drunk, or high, it's just lack of sleep. High could also technically be correct, as my brain sometimes does opperate even with lack of oxygen. It just won't be chemically/herbally induced.
Now that I've warned you, and most likely scared most of you away, I will continue with the story.
*******Chapter One-Reflections and Chance Meetings*****************************
He wasn't exactly tall, nor was he exeptionally handsome. He didn't dress in bright colors. In fact, Remus Jackson Lupin was dressed just the opposite, clad in a black, formfitting shirt and baggy black pants. For all he was thirtyeight, he dressed as any young, angsty, and gothic male would. His muggle clothes were all black, with a few reds and golds here and there. His spiky, salt-and-goldust hair was set off by his swarthy complexion, and a multitude of scars peppered his body. Most of them were recent.
It was only last year that Voldemort had finally been defeated, and it had cost Remus almost all of his packmates, including Sirius. He was only one of two out of one hundred and fifty nine lycanthropes to survive His dark wolves-beings in His own creation. He was also one of the only survivors of the last battle, including Harry, Hermione, and Severus. Ron had sacrificed himself so that his sister-enslaved by Voldemort-could live.
"Harry, I'm beggining to think you're immortal," Remus had managed a small smile at his friend, the only person, other than Hermione, who had understood his loss of Sirius.
"I know 'Mione is, after what happened, but me? If you remember, she and you dragged me from what was left of Voldemort's chambers, half dead." Harry had taken his young wife's hand, squeezing. She had given the greatest sacrifice, acording to Remus, at least. She had wanted to get bit, had even threatened him to get him to bite her. At the last he had given in, realizing that the only way he and his pack could defeat them was with her help.
Now Remus sat on a black plastic seat, his dark, heavy collared trench coat folded over the back of the chair. He was on his way to the States, courtesy of Minerva McGonnagall. She had somehow managed to convince the Department of Magic that he was in desperate need to be with his own kind after his tragic losses.
"Honestly, Minerva. I was pack Alpha, they chose me to be alpha because they knew I would be the only one to survive, along with Hermione," he groaned out as the woman walked over, carrying two styrofoam cups of cofee.
"It's still in my oppinion that you need to meet someone." She smiled wanly, handing him the covered cup. "I know you loved Sirius, we all did, in our own ways. But we all need to move on. It's been a year and a half, now, and our kind are widely known." She waved a hand at the crowd milling around the airport. Some wore open robes over jeans and tee-shirts, their wands in special cases at their hips.
"It still amazes me how welcome we are."
"We saved the world, that day, Remus, especially you, Harry, Hermione and Sirius. I would say Severus helped, but-"
"There's still a grudge between us?"
Remus groaned aloud. "What are you doing here, Snape?"
"Seeing your canine tail out of here, Lupin." Severus grinned, leaning back against another chair.
"Thanks," Remus said dryly. "Will you two believe me for once in me saying I'm allright?"
"No," they chorused together.
"Jinx, Minerva."
"Snape, since when did you become a comedian?" Remus asked tartly, giving the lanky man a critical look.
"You try being a spy and double agent against that old snake." Several people around them-mostly nuns-crossed themselves.
Something beeped, and Minerva checked her watch. "You two boys behave. I've got to go back to Hogwarts."
"Take care, Minerva." Remus managed a small smile at the older women as she left, then turned back to Severus. "Are you sure something didn't go wrong and switch our personalities?"
"Didn't go wrong when?" Severus was confused.
"That last battle, what ever that weird light was?"
"I'm positive, Remus." The taller man sighed, leaning his head back. "I'm acting 'weird' because I'm finally free. The mark has fully dissapeared and there's no threat of it coming back. You're depressed because you lost Sirius, your pack. You lost almost everyone you cared about."
"True." Remus thought about something. "Hey! Since when did you become a psychologist?"
"It doesn't take a college degree in psychology to know why you're acting out of charecter." Severus grinned then stood. "They'll be announceing you soon. Good luck in the States."
"Now boarding Flight 714, First Class," a flight attendant droned.
"Knowing me, I'll need it. Take care, Severus. And make sure Hermione takes her potions."
"I will, Remus. Now go."
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Remus looked around at the apartment that was to be his for the next six months. It was beautifully decorated, with deep, rich woods, wrought iron detailing, and rich leather accents. It was very deffinately made for a masculine taste, with crisp, dark bedlinens, and a view of the Lone Star Hill Country that was breathtaking. Currently, that area of the city of Austin was having one of it's usuall indian summer storms, and he thought that it looked gorgeous. He set his small bag down on the doorside table, walking out onto a broad balcony. His short, spiky hair was tossed about in the strong wind.
"I must admit, Minerva did a wonderfull job." Just then, the phone rang, and he picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hello, Moony. I do believe you forgot one of your dear old friends." There was an evil cackle, and the buzz of the dial tone.
"What the bloody hell?" He put the phone back on the reciever, looking puzzled. "Well, no use in pondering it, old boy." He walked to the door, not bothering to retrieve his coat from where it was draped over a chair. "I guess I'm going to have to get used to the Texas heat," he murmered to himself, taking an elevator down to where he had a motorbike parked.
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"Thank the Godess there's a store that sells what I like." Remus walked into the nearly devoid-of-life Hot Topic (yes, I know it's unusuall) in the mall. He strolled around, looking at shirts and other various clothes. He found that they were even selling robes. "It's deffinately my kind of store." He walked over to the cash register, not paying attention to the person behind it as he dug through his pockets for his wallet.
"Need any help, sir?"
He looked up, meeting dark blue eyes. "Sirius?" He blinked, and the image of his longtime friend and lover melded into that of a woman, young and beautiful, and snarling.
"You bloody bastard! You killed my brother!"
1.) I seriously like Remus. Any of my friends, be they Lycanthrope, Vampyre(Formal spelling), or just plain normal, will tell you that.
2.) This has a major Other Charecter in it. She is Sirius' younger sister, and lives in the States. She, like Remus is a werewolf. How and why she's living in America will be answered in the story.
3.) This is probably the most important warning of all. I'm a freelance writer. Which means that there WILL be bisexualty, homosexuality, and heterosexuality. Most likely the former two will show up alot more than the latter. That's just the way I am-completely open to new ideas and opprotunities.
4.) On a lighter note, alot of the stuff I will be writting in this fic will be written at night, so, if it appears that I'm stoned, drunk, or high, it's just lack of sleep. High could also technically be correct, as my brain sometimes does opperate even with lack of oxygen. It just won't be chemically/herbally induced.
Now that I've warned you, and most likely scared most of you away, I will continue with the story.
*******Chapter One-Reflections and Chance Meetings*****************************
He wasn't exactly tall, nor was he exeptionally handsome. He didn't dress in bright colors. In fact, Remus Jackson Lupin was dressed just the opposite, clad in a black, formfitting shirt and baggy black pants. For all he was thirtyeight, he dressed as any young, angsty, and gothic male would. His muggle clothes were all black, with a few reds and golds here and there. His spiky, salt-and-goldust hair was set off by his swarthy complexion, and a multitude of scars peppered his body. Most of them were recent.
It was only last year that Voldemort had finally been defeated, and it had cost Remus almost all of his packmates, including Sirius. He was only one of two out of one hundred and fifty nine lycanthropes to survive His dark wolves-beings in His own creation. He was also one of the only survivors of the last battle, including Harry, Hermione, and Severus. Ron had sacrificed himself so that his sister-enslaved by Voldemort-could live.
"Harry, I'm beggining to think you're immortal," Remus had managed a small smile at his friend, the only person, other than Hermione, who had understood his loss of Sirius.
"I know 'Mione is, after what happened, but me? If you remember, she and you dragged me from what was left of Voldemort's chambers, half dead." Harry had taken his young wife's hand, squeezing. She had given the greatest sacrifice, acording to Remus, at least. She had wanted to get bit, had even threatened him to get him to bite her. At the last he had given in, realizing that the only way he and his pack could defeat them was with her help.
Now Remus sat on a black plastic seat, his dark, heavy collared trench coat folded over the back of the chair. He was on his way to the States, courtesy of Minerva McGonnagall. She had somehow managed to convince the Department of Magic that he was in desperate need to be with his own kind after his tragic losses.
"Honestly, Minerva. I was pack Alpha, they chose me to be alpha because they knew I would be the only one to survive, along with Hermione," he groaned out as the woman walked over, carrying two styrofoam cups of cofee.
"It's still in my oppinion that you need to meet someone." She smiled wanly, handing him the covered cup. "I know you loved Sirius, we all did, in our own ways. But we all need to move on. It's been a year and a half, now, and our kind are widely known." She waved a hand at the crowd milling around the airport. Some wore open robes over jeans and tee-shirts, their wands in special cases at their hips.
"It still amazes me how welcome we are."
"We saved the world, that day, Remus, especially you, Harry, Hermione and Sirius. I would say Severus helped, but-"
"There's still a grudge between us?"
Remus groaned aloud. "What are you doing here, Snape?"
"Seeing your canine tail out of here, Lupin." Severus grinned, leaning back against another chair.
"Thanks," Remus said dryly. "Will you two believe me for once in me saying I'm allright?"
"No," they chorused together.
"Jinx, Minerva."
"Snape, since when did you become a comedian?" Remus asked tartly, giving the lanky man a critical look.
"You try being a spy and double agent against that old snake." Several people around them-mostly nuns-crossed themselves.
Something beeped, and Minerva checked her watch. "You two boys behave. I've got to go back to Hogwarts."
"Take care, Minerva." Remus managed a small smile at the older women as she left, then turned back to Severus. "Are you sure something didn't go wrong and switch our personalities?"
"Didn't go wrong when?" Severus was confused.
"That last battle, what ever that weird light was?"
"I'm positive, Remus." The taller man sighed, leaning his head back. "I'm acting 'weird' because I'm finally free. The mark has fully dissapeared and there's no threat of it coming back. You're depressed because you lost Sirius, your pack. You lost almost everyone you cared about."
"True." Remus thought about something. "Hey! Since when did you become a psychologist?"
"It doesn't take a college degree in psychology to know why you're acting out of charecter." Severus grinned then stood. "They'll be announceing you soon. Good luck in the States."
"Now boarding Flight 714, First Class," a flight attendant droned.
"Knowing me, I'll need it. Take care, Severus. And make sure Hermione takes her potions."
"I will, Remus. Now go."
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Remus looked around at the apartment that was to be his for the next six months. It was beautifully decorated, with deep, rich woods, wrought iron detailing, and rich leather accents. It was very deffinately made for a masculine taste, with crisp, dark bedlinens, and a view of the Lone Star Hill Country that was breathtaking. Currently, that area of the city of Austin was having one of it's usuall indian summer storms, and he thought that it looked gorgeous. He set his small bag down on the doorside table, walking out onto a broad balcony. His short, spiky hair was tossed about in the strong wind.
"I must admit, Minerva did a wonderfull job." Just then, the phone rang, and he picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hello, Moony. I do believe you forgot one of your dear old friends." There was an evil cackle, and the buzz of the dial tone.
"What the bloody hell?" He put the phone back on the reciever, looking puzzled. "Well, no use in pondering it, old boy." He walked to the door, not bothering to retrieve his coat from where it was draped over a chair. "I guess I'm going to have to get used to the Texas heat," he murmered to himself, taking an elevator down to where he had a motorbike parked.
***********************************************************************
"Thank the Godess there's a store that sells what I like." Remus walked into the nearly devoid-of-life Hot Topic (yes, I know it's unusuall) in the mall. He strolled around, looking at shirts and other various clothes. He found that they were even selling robes. "It's deffinately my kind of store." He walked over to the cash register, not paying attention to the person behind it as he dug through his pockets for his wallet.
"Need any help, sir?"
He looked up, meeting dark blue eyes. "Sirius?" He blinked, and the image of his longtime friend and lover melded into that of a woman, young and beautiful, and snarling.
"You bloody bastard! You killed my brother!"