Candeh – There's a World History test tomorrow, but I don't feel like studying. I do not care about Socrates nor do I care about Athens or Justinian. I don't care about Aristotle's book or the Socratic method. I am going to fail this test like a good little girl and then get back on the computer for the rest of the weekend, filled with fanfiction and Myspace.
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Chapter Nine-
Time to Prove It
Snape brushed in to Hogwarts school feeling a bit uneasy. He had just spent his time trying to lure a half-breed to a tree and now he was back at school. Somehow, the two didn't seem to mix. In the least sense, Snape had to go tell Dumbledore of Remus' safety, or whatever, because the old Headmaster had said it was 'part of the deal.'
He limped his way over the Albus' office, glaring at the few brave souls who decided it would be okay to look at his limp, and then knocked on the door loudly, wanting to get this over with.
"Hold on one moment," he heard Dumbledore's voice echo on the other side. "Just doing some paper work." Snape rolled his eyes. This would take two seconds and it wasn't even in any bit of importance. Remus is chained to a tree. You're welcome or You can thank me later.
Finally, Dumbledore's door opened, but he did not look ready to let Snape inside. Snape thinned his lips and then leaned to one side, crossing his arms. "Remus is chained to a tree. You can thank me later."
"W-what?"
"Remus is chained to a tree." Snape said, slowly, as if he were talking to a young child who would not listen to directions. "You can thank me later."
"Thank you?" Albus said, his face suddenly frightened. He grabbed Snape by the collar and pulled him inside his office, his expression a mix of anger and worry. "Thank you? For putting him in danger like that?"
Snape paled, then glared. So much for a thank you. "He didn't to hurt anybody or something. Better than him going out with Fenrir and – "
"No, that is not better than him going out with Fenrir!" Dumbledore said. He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I thought both of you would have come to that conclusion, but I guess you decided that making him appear as suspicious as possible is the best way to go, huh?"
Snape clenched his fists.
"This can be fixed," Dumbledore said, now smiling. "Just go to him and let him loose before Fenrir or any other one of the pack comes and finds him, okay? Alright?"
"Fine."
"If Fenrir asks, blame it on me. Tell him that I didn't want him hurting anyone or something," Dumbledore says. "Can you be creative?"
"Creativity lurks within my bones, sir," Snape spat.
"I knew it," Dumbledore said, smiling.
- - - - -
Remus winced, pain inside his body jolting him awake. He opened his eyes to dizzy surroundings, the air so cold his breath in front of him turning into clouds. He tried to push himself up, but he could barely move, his entire body was burning. Burning. He looked down at the silver chains around his wrists and jumped back, cursing.
His eyes began to water as his skin started to steam and he waved his hands around in the air trying to cool them down. "Ow, ow, ow, ow," he repeated quietly to himself, looking around for anyone to help him. He bit his lip and rolled down his sleeve with one shaking hand, pulling it underneath the silver wrist clasp, managing to decrease the burning with the fabric blocking the silver from his skin.
"S-Severus?" he said, feeling dizzy, heat glare rising off from the chains. He bit his lip as he called out for the least person he wanted to see, "F-Fenrir?" he said, swaying from where he was standing. He stood, covered in blood from last night, his clothes ripped and shredded, scarf hung loosely around his neck barely clinging to him. "M-Mage?" he said, closing his eyes.
Remus blew on his wrists, closing his eyes in pain as his body sagged back down to the floor. Spotting a silver rod on the ground next to him, he inched up against the tree, only to find another silver rod next to him, which he kicked away with a grimace with his left foot.
A soft rustle came from the bushes behind Remus and he turned around, inching backwards to who he might see. It wasn't windy outside, so it couldn't have just been the wind, Remus swallowed, trying to see through the shadows of the crisp morning air, his breath almost solid in front of him, his body shaking out of cold and the idea of the matter of closeness between the silver and his skin.
"Severus?" he whispered again, biting his lip, hoping that it was him rustling around in the bushes. When two yellow eyes peaked out from behind them, Remus' stomach dropped, "Oh, Fenrir…hi - "
Fenrir looked at Remus in the wrist chains and a deep growl escaped his throat. He ran quickly up to Remus, grabbing him by the collar, careful himself not to touch the silver, but making the clothing Remus stuck underneath it come undone, and Remus let out a whimper and winced.
"You chained yourself?" Fenrir said, scratches crossing his own body, but not at all concerned about them. He had been smiling until he came upon this. "You chained yourself?" he asked again when Remus didn't reply, and shook him.
"Y-yes," Remus said, "The Order…" he stopped, trying desperately to think of something to say. "The Order was…here," he said without stopping himself. "They would have been furious if I – "
"The Order is your excuse for everything, pup. So much, in fact, it's like they're telling you to use their name," he said. His beefy hand went to Remus' throat, but the chains touched him and Fenrir jumped back, glaring hatefully at the chains. "Who chained you?"
Remus' throat was dry. "I-I chained myself."
"How the bloody hell do you expect me to believe you touched those chains to put them on?" Fenrir said. He stopped, stepping forward. "You may be the only pathetic kid I regret biting," he said repulsed at Remus, "You're still trying to get past the fact that you're a werewolf?" he panted. "End it, Remus. I bloody swear I'll kill you."
Remus' mouth dropped slightly and as the air from Fenrir's words finally died out, Remus could see his face. His yellow eyes were threatening determination and his teeth were clenched together so tight, that a vein by his neck was pulsating.
"I-I know that I am a werewolf – "
"Why are you stuttering?" Fenrir said in the same vicious voice, a cruel flint in his face and body.
"It's…cold," Remus said.
There was a silence between them and from behind Fenrir came Snape's head, stepping out from the bushes and shaking off a plant, brushing off dirt from his clothes. Fenrir turned to him, smiling aggressively.
"Oh! Fenrir," Snape said, surprised to see him. "I see you've come to look at what our little werewolf here did last night…"
"Tell me, Severus, you don't happen to know what our little werewolf here did that night do you?" Fenrir said, looking back at Remus whose eyes were watering because of the silver. He bit his lip, shaking.
"I most certainly do," Snape said, nodding, stepping forward, pointing his wand at Remus so that the chains fell off. Remus dropped to the floor, weak and feeble, rolling up his sleeves to look at the new burns on his wrists; pink and scared. "You see, Fenrir, Dumbledore was not sure how he," he nudged towards Remus, "would take his first night's transformation with you and your…others. He told me to make sure that Remus did not slip up, still thinking that we are in debt to him, and said that if he is in the least bit fearful, I should chain him – "
"You were fearful, Lupin?" Fenrir said, growling, his anger not dying.
"N-no, of course not!" Remus said from the ground. Fenrir lifted him up and Remus glared accusingly at Snape who shrugged. "I had…I was…worried I would disappoint you and the Dark Lord, sir and – "
"Fearful of disappointment," Snape said, cutting in. "Same difference."
Fenrir looked at the two of them, still grabbing Remus by the collar, then patted him twice on the check, tracing a fingernail over the scars on Remus' wrists. "I think it's time you proved it."
