Title: Quid Me Nutrit Me Destruit (What nourishes me also destroys me)
Summary: Remus and Severus are captured by the notorious pirate ship, Crimson Moon and the infamous pirate Sirius Black along with his nephew, Harry Potter. Love, angst, and betrayals...
Warning: male x male
Disclaimers: All Harry Potter rights belong to JK Rowlings
Notes: It's been about a month since you've heard anything from me. Life is just incredibly busy at the moment. Between school, my job, Christmas shopping frenzies, traveling to other countries because of my job... Life is hectic. I've lost all motivation to continue my old stories but perhaps I will restart them after the holiday rush slows down. The idea for this story came when I was in Europe and clashed with my Pirates of the Carribean obsession. I hope you all enjoy this and some positive feedback is most welcomed and cherished.
Dedication: To all of our soldiers in Iraq and most especially to those who found Saddam Hussein. Perhaps now, we can live without fear and hopefully this arrest will bring about the capture of Osama Bin Laden.
Happy Christmas to everyone. May you get all that you want for Christmas. :- )
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The bobbing of the waves were a tranquil vision for Remus James Lupin to behold. The moon shone with a radiating brilliance that reflected on the fathomless waters to provide such serenity that Remus forgot his troubles for the moment and focused on the beautiful scene before him as a pair of dolphins frolicked jovially. The man himself was lovely to cast one's view upon as well and to the figure seated on the bench next to him, the exquisite ocean was lost on him in favour of his traveling companion. Remus Lupin was amber eyes that always calmed him and filled him with such yearning, he was light chestnut strands of silken hair that he longed to run his hands through and free from the ribbon that held them, he was a lithe and lean body that deserved to be worshipped.
All in all, Severus Snape desired his close friend. He, himself, was a moderately attractive man but no where near as delectable as Remus. Inky, obsidian eyes were depthless and refused to show any emotion at all. An aquiline nose he was often teased of as a child. Raven tendrils carelessly clipped his feminine jawline lethargically. He was tall and slender and because of his trade as a professor at one of the universities, rarely did any physical work as was evident in the lack of muscle definition. Remus was a scholar at heart but made his meager life's earnings as a blacksmith in London.
Severus sighed, resting his elbows on his knees and chin in his hands. Remus was intent on inputting the spectacle to memory and was not paying attention to Severus. Not that he was bothered. He would be alone with Remus on board the H.M.S Irenes for several weeks as they traveled to the Caribbean for a long-needed vacation from the stresses of their everday lives.
Remus's lips parted and his eyes narrowed as he squinted at a distant shape on the horizon. Brows furrowed as he shook his head. "Severus," the aforementioned man glanced up, inquiring expression on his visage, "Can you make out what that is? It appears to be a ship of some sort but I'm not positive."
Severus hned, coming to stand beside of Remus. A dark brow arched. Severus's impeccable sight honed in on the shadowy shape in the distance. It was definitely a ship and from the black sails with the crimson crossbones was not a friendly ship either. In a calm voice, he said, "I do believe we should wake the captain."
"Why? What is it Severus?" Remus followed Severus to Captain White's chambers, insistently tugging on the tailored coat.
"The Crimson Moon."
"What?! That's just myth! The ship doesn't exist." Severus rolled his eyes, freeing his clothes from the grasp that had went deathly tight. Remus's face was drained of colour. The Crimson Moon was supposed to be a myth that mother's threatened their children with. If they didn't behave the Crimson Moon would come and sell them into slavery and steal all of their treasures.
"Can you prove that it doesn't?" Severus retorted. "Just because you have never seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Besides, there have been reported sightings."
"By lunatics!"
"Believe it or not, it makes no difference. The Crimson Moon is headed in our direction." Severus knocked loudly on the White's door. At just the same instant that Severus pounded on White's door, the lookout screeched. Severus smirked. So, the journey was not going to be as boring as he had first thought. White threw open the door, gun in hand. "You saw the Crimson Moon?"
"Yes. It should be here within thirty minutes." Severus gently placed a hand on Remus's trembling shoulder as Captain White shoved past them. "Everything will be alright, Remus. Most likely, all the pirates will do is pillage and plunder the ship. As long as we escape in boats and wait for them to leave, we'll survive."
Remus wasn't as optimistic. "They say that the captain of the Crimson Moon is cutthroat and evil, that he kills for pleasure. If he discovers there isn't anyone on board, he'll come looking for us and slaughter us! I'm not ready to die."
"Those are only rumours. If he's so cutthroat and evil then how do the rumours get started if there were no survivors?" He chuckled as Remus pondered his rhetoric. "We should get to the boats now." Not a second after the last word left Severus's mouth, the ship suddenly shook violently. Cannonfire could be heard coming from the deck.
Remus was ghostly pale. "You said thirty minutes!" He yelled accusatory at Severus, as it was his fault.
"Apparently my calculations were incorrect. We should prepare ourselves for either death or a meeting with Captain Black."
Remus's heart clenched tightly in his chest. This was not happening. He was supposed to be going to the Caribbean and relaxing on the beach and drinking wine, not being capture by the Crimson Moon. He felt faint but he had no time to consider his fate as he was grabbed by Severus and hoisted on deck.
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Captain Sirius Black of the Crimson Moon cut an impressive figure as he swung on the ropes to balance precariously on the edges of the ship. His age was undeterminable from his appearance, dashing, corsair looks. Black hair hung to his elbows, long bangs framing high cheekbones and a strong jaw. Piercing lapis lazuli eyes shimmered with mirth but to those closest to him, a shadow often crept into the sapphire depths when he was at ease and not keeping his mask firmly in place. He was sinewous, lean muscles stretching underneath bronzed flesh. A corsair hat was set at a jaunty angle sporting a black plume; it made him seem all the more carefree.
"Oi! Cap'n, wot do ye want us to do?" One of the crew shouted.
"Hoist the sails at full mast. Seamus, take Ron with you. Neville, Dean, and Colin, load the cannons. The rest of you lot, arm yourselves. Harry! Take the wheel!" Sirius barked orders, feeling the ardenaline course through him like a wildfire, consuming every inch of his being. The thrill of fight was addicting and even more intoxicating was making a raid on a civilian ship.
"Cannons loaded, Cap'n!" Seamus hollered.
Sirius grinned. "FIRE!!" The roar of cannon fire erupted from the Crimson Moon, colliding with the H.M.S Irenes. "Lower the plank! We're going onboard! Kill anyone that puts up a resistance!" A chorus of 'aye's' followed. Grabbing his rapier and pistol, Sirius laughed as his nephew joined him by his side. "Wot do you think Harry?"
The youth chuckled, drawing his sword, emerald eyes glittering ferally with excitement. Scruffy black hair haphazardly stood on end, wafting in the breeze that had settled itself over the ship. He winked at his uncle. "Those bleeding fools won't know what's hit 'em."
"My thoughts exactly. Alright you scurvy dogs, get ready for carnage!!" The plank dropped onto their opponents ships and the crew rushed aboard, tangling with the soldiers that had been ordered to accompany the H.M.S Irenes due to the fact that the daughter of one of the royal families was on board. Sirius knew the battle wouldn't last long. His crew were trained fighters and most had been with him for over twenty years and the younger men were the sons of those that had either died or decided to retire from a pirate's life.
Sirius gutted a couple of soldiers, wincing in distaste as his favourite clothes became dotted with blood. Blood was a pain in the arse to diminsh. He left the rest of the soldiers to his men, glancing around for any civilian passengers he could take as hostages and force them to work as slaves on his ship. Sirius spotted a pair, smirking wickedly. He grabbed the smaller one and pressed the blade of his rapier to his throat. He was a meek mouse of a man that looked fragile and delicate with the glowing honey eyes and ashen hair. Sirius could appreciate the beauty of another man and it would be a shame to have to slay this one when he could find other, more productive activities for the man to do.
"You have the fortune of being caught by Captain Sirius Black. Don't you feel lucky?" Sirius flashed a toothy grin at the dark-haired man darting glares at him and nearly shaking with rage. "Now, where's that bloody nephew of mine?" Sirius kept his gun pointed at the darker man as he glanced around the deck of the ship for Harry. He was pleased to note that nearly all the soldiers had been slaughtered and the rest had thrown down their weapons. "Oi! Harry!"
Harry bounded over to them, cleaning his sword on the shirt of one of the soldier's he'd killed. "What is it Siri?" Harry's impassive gaze swept disinterestedly over the man in Sirius's arms to settle on the free one. "Tell 'em their rights."
Harry nodded, sheathing his sword once he deemed it clean. "You can either be killed where you stand or you can join us. Should you not wish to do either, you will be taken as a slave and put to work." Green eyes twinkled. "And the work varies from laundry to bilge to cooking to sexual favours."
"I will not be subjected to this kind of abuse!"
"Shut your bloody hole," Sirius snorted at the glaring man. "Harry, take that idiot on board my ship. Take him inside your chambers and tie him down to something so he can't escape. Do what you want with him." Sirius threw a suggestive wink at Harry.
"You will pay for this!" he yelled as he was roughly led towards the Crimson Moon.
Sirius curled a finger into the quaking man's hair, taking a sniff. "Ooh, roses. Delightful. My favourite scent, you know?"
He spat, "Take your hands off of me!"
Sirius mock pouted. "Aww, don't be so cruel, love. Wot's your name?"
"Remus."
"Lovely name for a lovely man." Remus refused to comment, not giving into his anger, not letting Sirius know that he was getting to him. "Awful prick, aren't you?" Sirius commented dryly. "I would like nothing more then to escort you my fine and humble abode but I have to tie up some loose ends here. Seamus, take Remus to my chambers. Leave him unbound but lock my doors."
"Yes, Cap'n."
Sirius watched Seamus escort Remus towards the Crimson Moon. It would be nice to have a change in the decorum. "Ron, wot is that you got there?" Sirius walked over towards the red-haired youth with a brunette young woman glowwering coolly at him.
"Yer not gonna believe this, Cap'n. It's Duke Granger's whelp."
"Ah so it is. Favour's her mum, not that oaf of a father." Sirius grinned at the girl. "How is yor mum, love?"
"As if you care," she growled through clenched teeth.
"A little spitfire, eh? Favours her in that way too. Women are bad luck onboard ships but, yor worth ransom money. I'm sure daddy dearest is going to be sending someone after you." Sirius hmmed, looking over Hermione. "Or would you be worth more to me if you were sold as a slave?"
"I would rather die."
"That can be arranged, love. Ron, take her onboard and try not to harm her. I don't like hurting women." Sirius leered at the pitiful remainders of the soldiers. "We're going to burn your ship and steal your valuables. We'll let you live but that's if you can survive the sharks that infest these waters. You can tell your mates how you survived a pillage of Captain Sirius Black. Righto, buckoes, start finding shite you want and bring back to the Crimson Moon." Sirius swaggered towards the plank of the Crimson Moon. Life seemed to be getting better.
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Please review. :-) If noone reviews then I will know noone likes it and it will be scraped.
I tried to keep them in character and yes, there are parallels between Sirius and Jack Sparrow but I'm trying to tone it down.
Summary: Remus and Severus are captured by the notorious pirate ship, Crimson Moon and the infamous pirate Sirius Black along with his nephew, Harry Potter. Love, angst, and betrayals...
Warning: male x male
Disclaimers: All Harry Potter rights belong to JK Rowlings
Notes: It's been about a month since you've heard anything from me. Life is just incredibly busy at the moment. Between school, my job, Christmas shopping frenzies, traveling to other countries because of my job... Life is hectic. I've lost all motivation to continue my old stories but perhaps I will restart them after the holiday rush slows down. The idea for this story came when I was in Europe and clashed with my Pirates of the Carribean obsession. I hope you all enjoy this and some positive feedback is most welcomed and cherished.
Dedication: To all of our soldiers in Iraq and most especially to those who found Saddam Hussein. Perhaps now, we can live without fear and hopefully this arrest will bring about the capture of Osama Bin Laden.
Happy Christmas to everyone. May you get all that you want for Christmas. :- )
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The bobbing of the waves were a tranquil vision for Remus James Lupin to behold. The moon shone with a radiating brilliance that reflected on the fathomless waters to provide such serenity that Remus forgot his troubles for the moment and focused on the beautiful scene before him as a pair of dolphins frolicked jovially. The man himself was lovely to cast one's view upon as well and to the figure seated on the bench next to him, the exquisite ocean was lost on him in favour of his traveling companion. Remus Lupin was amber eyes that always calmed him and filled him with such yearning, he was light chestnut strands of silken hair that he longed to run his hands through and free from the ribbon that held them, he was a lithe and lean body that deserved to be worshipped.
All in all, Severus Snape desired his close friend. He, himself, was a moderately attractive man but no where near as delectable as Remus. Inky, obsidian eyes were depthless and refused to show any emotion at all. An aquiline nose he was often teased of as a child. Raven tendrils carelessly clipped his feminine jawline lethargically. He was tall and slender and because of his trade as a professor at one of the universities, rarely did any physical work as was evident in the lack of muscle definition. Remus was a scholar at heart but made his meager life's earnings as a blacksmith in London.
Severus sighed, resting his elbows on his knees and chin in his hands. Remus was intent on inputting the spectacle to memory and was not paying attention to Severus. Not that he was bothered. He would be alone with Remus on board the H.M.S Irenes for several weeks as they traveled to the Caribbean for a long-needed vacation from the stresses of their everday lives.
Remus's lips parted and his eyes narrowed as he squinted at a distant shape on the horizon. Brows furrowed as he shook his head. "Severus," the aforementioned man glanced up, inquiring expression on his visage, "Can you make out what that is? It appears to be a ship of some sort but I'm not positive."
Severus hned, coming to stand beside of Remus. A dark brow arched. Severus's impeccable sight honed in on the shadowy shape in the distance. It was definitely a ship and from the black sails with the crimson crossbones was not a friendly ship either. In a calm voice, he said, "I do believe we should wake the captain."
"Why? What is it Severus?" Remus followed Severus to Captain White's chambers, insistently tugging on the tailored coat.
"The Crimson Moon."
"What?! That's just myth! The ship doesn't exist." Severus rolled his eyes, freeing his clothes from the grasp that had went deathly tight. Remus's face was drained of colour. The Crimson Moon was supposed to be a myth that mother's threatened their children with. If they didn't behave the Crimson Moon would come and sell them into slavery and steal all of their treasures.
"Can you prove that it doesn't?" Severus retorted. "Just because you have never seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Besides, there have been reported sightings."
"By lunatics!"
"Believe it or not, it makes no difference. The Crimson Moon is headed in our direction." Severus knocked loudly on the White's door. At just the same instant that Severus pounded on White's door, the lookout screeched. Severus smirked. So, the journey was not going to be as boring as he had first thought. White threw open the door, gun in hand. "You saw the Crimson Moon?"
"Yes. It should be here within thirty minutes." Severus gently placed a hand on Remus's trembling shoulder as Captain White shoved past them. "Everything will be alright, Remus. Most likely, all the pirates will do is pillage and plunder the ship. As long as we escape in boats and wait for them to leave, we'll survive."
Remus wasn't as optimistic. "They say that the captain of the Crimson Moon is cutthroat and evil, that he kills for pleasure. If he discovers there isn't anyone on board, he'll come looking for us and slaughter us! I'm not ready to die."
"Those are only rumours. If he's so cutthroat and evil then how do the rumours get started if there were no survivors?" He chuckled as Remus pondered his rhetoric. "We should get to the boats now." Not a second after the last word left Severus's mouth, the ship suddenly shook violently. Cannonfire could be heard coming from the deck.
Remus was ghostly pale. "You said thirty minutes!" He yelled accusatory at Severus, as it was his fault.
"Apparently my calculations were incorrect. We should prepare ourselves for either death or a meeting with Captain Black."
Remus's heart clenched tightly in his chest. This was not happening. He was supposed to be going to the Caribbean and relaxing on the beach and drinking wine, not being capture by the Crimson Moon. He felt faint but he had no time to consider his fate as he was grabbed by Severus and hoisted on deck.
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Captain Sirius Black of the Crimson Moon cut an impressive figure as he swung on the ropes to balance precariously on the edges of the ship. His age was undeterminable from his appearance, dashing, corsair looks. Black hair hung to his elbows, long bangs framing high cheekbones and a strong jaw. Piercing lapis lazuli eyes shimmered with mirth but to those closest to him, a shadow often crept into the sapphire depths when he was at ease and not keeping his mask firmly in place. He was sinewous, lean muscles stretching underneath bronzed flesh. A corsair hat was set at a jaunty angle sporting a black plume; it made him seem all the more carefree.
"Oi! Cap'n, wot do ye want us to do?" One of the crew shouted.
"Hoist the sails at full mast. Seamus, take Ron with you. Neville, Dean, and Colin, load the cannons. The rest of you lot, arm yourselves. Harry! Take the wheel!" Sirius barked orders, feeling the ardenaline course through him like a wildfire, consuming every inch of his being. The thrill of fight was addicting and even more intoxicating was making a raid on a civilian ship.
"Cannons loaded, Cap'n!" Seamus hollered.
Sirius grinned. "FIRE!!" The roar of cannon fire erupted from the Crimson Moon, colliding with the H.M.S Irenes. "Lower the plank! We're going onboard! Kill anyone that puts up a resistance!" A chorus of 'aye's' followed. Grabbing his rapier and pistol, Sirius laughed as his nephew joined him by his side. "Wot do you think Harry?"
The youth chuckled, drawing his sword, emerald eyes glittering ferally with excitement. Scruffy black hair haphazardly stood on end, wafting in the breeze that had settled itself over the ship. He winked at his uncle. "Those bleeding fools won't know what's hit 'em."
"My thoughts exactly. Alright you scurvy dogs, get ready for carnage!!" The plank dropped onto their opponents ships and the crew rushed aboard, tangling with the soldiers that had been ordered to accompany the H.M.S Irenes due to the fact that the daughter of one of the royal families was on board. Sirius knew the battle wouldn't last long. His crew were trained fighters and most had been with him for over twenty years and the younger men were the sons of those that had either died or decided to retire from a pirate's life.
Sirius gutted a couple of soldiers, wincing in distaste as his favourite clothes became dotted with blood. Blood was a pain in the arse to diminsh. He left the rest of the soldiers to his men, glancing around for any civilian passengers he could take as hostages and force them to work as slaves on his ship. Sirius spotted a pair, smirking wickedly. He grabbed the smaller one and pressed the blade of his rapier to his throat. He was a meek mouse of a man that looked fragile and delicate with the glowing honey eyes and ashen hair. Sirius could appreciate the beauty of another man and it would be a shame to have to slay this one when he could find other, more productive activities for the man to do.
"You have the fortune of being caught by Captain Sirius Black. Don't you feel lucky?" Sirius flashed a toothy grin at the dark-haired man darting glares at him and nearly shaking with rage. "Now, where's that bloody nephew of mine?" Sirius kept his gun pointed at the darker man as he glanced around the deck of the ship for Harry. He was pleased to note that nearly all the soldiers had been slaughtered and the rest had thrown down their weapons. "Oi! Harry!"
Harry bounded over to them, cleaning his sword on the shirt of one of the soldier's he'd killed. "What is it Siri?" Harry's impassive gaze swept disinterestedly over the man in Sirius's arms to settle on the free one. "Tell 'em their rights."
Harry nodded, sheathing his sword once he deemed it clean. "You can either be killed where you stand or you can join us. Should you not wish to do either, you will be taken as a slave and put to work." Green eyes twinkled. "And the work varies from laundry to bilge to cooking to sexual favours."
"I will not be subjected to this kind of abuse!"
"Shut your bloody hole," Sirius snorted at the glaring man. "Harry, take that idiot on board my ship. Take him inside your chambers and tie him down to something so he can't escape. Do what you want with him." Sirius threw a suggestive wink at Harry.
"You will pay for this!" he yelled as he was roughly led towards the Crimson Moon.
Sirius curled a finger into the quaking man's hair, taking a sniff. "Ooh, roses. Delightful. My favourite scent, you know?"
He spat, "Take your hands off of me!"
Sirius mock pouted. "Aww, don't be so cruel, love. Wot's your name?"
"Remus."
"Lovely name for a lovely man." Remus refused to comment, not giving into his anger, not letting Sirius know that he was getting to him. "Awful prick, aren't you?" Sirius commented dryly. "I would like nothing more then to escort you my fine and humble abode but I have to tie up some loose ends here. Seamus, take Remus to my chambers. Leave him unbound but lock my doors."
"Yes, Cap'n."
Sirius watched Seamus escort Remus towards the Crimson Moon. It would be nice to have a change in the decorum. "Ron, wot is that you got there?" Sirius walked over towards the red-haired youth with a brunette young woman glowwering coolly at him.
"Yer not gonna believe this, Cap'n. It's Duke Granger's whelp."
"Ah so it is. Favour's her mum, not that oaf of a father." Sirius grinned at the girl. "How is yor mum, love?"
"As if you care," she growled through clenched teeth.
"A little spitfire, eh? Favours her in that way too. Women are bad luck onboard ships but, yor worth ransom money. I'm sure daddy dearest is going to be sending someone after you." Sirius hmmed, looking over Hermione. "Or would you be worth more to me if you were sold as a slave?"
"I would rather die."
"That can be arranged, love. Ron, take her onboard and try not to harm her. I don't like hurting women." Sirius leered at the pitiful remainders of the soldiers. "We're going to burn your ship and steal your valuables. We'll let you live but that's if you can survive the sharks that infest these waters. You can tell your mates how you survived a pillage of Captain Sirius Black. Righto, buckoes, start finding shite you want and bring back to the Crimson Moon." Sirius swaggered towards the plank of the Crimson Moon. Life seemed to be getting better.
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Please review. :-) If noone reviews then I will know noone likes it and it will be scraped.
I tried to keep them in character and yes, there are parallels between Sirius and Jack Sparrow but I'm trying to tone it down.