When you pronounce the fake name I gave Katz it (to my understanding) should sound like Kat-hay-yer. As a side note: Katz isn't a pervert, it's just that he doesn't give a damn and does whatever he wants (like a real cat).

Warning: a little bit of violence, some language

P.S. I just recently watched a Courage the Cowardly Dog episode and I just noticed how freaking disturbing that damn show was! How was that a kid's cartoon!? I mean, I'd let my kids watch it because it's awesome but dammit, it's scary.

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Severus reluctantly accepted the sharp nailed hand of his savior, still rather peeved at the man for not taking off his clothes and dumping him in a hot bath in the first place. He felt the skilled fingers slowly pull each item of clothing off of him, hands lingering a few seconds too long. If he were honest with himself, he'd admit that he liked the attention but Severus was a master of denial when times 'called' for it.

"If you continue with that journey, I will be forced to tear your fingers off," Severus warned the red-purple haired man as the fingers caressed his clothed ass. Instead of being scared as Severus wished, the man simply smirked and tore the underwear in half. An admittedly unmanly squeal erupted from Severus' lips as he placed his hands over his manhood and a hot blush spread across his cheeks. A moment of complete shyness comes over him before being overrun by anger. He knew the clothing had to be removed and he was a bit on the weaker side at the moment but was it completely necessary to destroy an item of his clothing?

"Oops," Katz purred with hooded eyes, still not being affected by the hot glare that the young Potions Master that clearly told Cathair to find a dagger and stab himself in the abdomen fifteen times then die of blood loss all the while Severus stood above him and laughed at his slow death. Or maybe that is just what he hoped happened to that water bitch. Ugly wench, stealing from him… Katz threw her out of his mind and guided the man into the large bathroom some doors down.

"I must warn you. If you are to leave any room without me, my children will attack and then eat you," Katz added in a thoughtful, unimportant hum as he turned on the taps. Oh how he loved magic, especially when it would keep bath water from ever going cold or becoming dirty. He picked up the thin, tall man and placed him in the water fast enough that Severus didn't have enough time to complain or squirm before the thankfully hot water wrapped around his painfully cold body.

"You give me this warning but do not tell me as to why you are leaving me or what your 'children' are," Severus kept his voice as clear as he possibly could when faced with such comfortable settings. He deserved a reward for such skills. Katz smirked lightly and ran a hand through the dirty black hair.

"Darling, if you wish is to be in my presence, all I require you to do is ask," Katz told him in a sickly sweet tone. Severus didn't even justify his teasing statement with what was becoming a rather infamous glare. Instead he simply drew away from his sharp nailed hand, picking up a bottle of shampoo to cover the fact that he wasn't very comfortable being touched. Katz stared at him for a moment and suddenly nodded to himself. Yes he would make sure that the man got over that because Katz loved to touch and be touched by his lovers.

"As to why I have to leave… I have dinner—I mean, patrons to cater. I will be back to spoil you once more, my pet."

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Ah yes, Katz believed that he found himself a right prize. He licked his lips as he thought of the lovely morsel bathing behind the door he had just closed and for once, this state of mind was not revolving around feeding his precious babies. Oh, now that he thought about it, the people in room three-fifty should be nothing more than a pile of clothing at the moment. He needed to collect that to donate to a charity to counteract the bad karma he was building up.

Katz stretched his arms high above his head and let out a tired yawn. Saving lives was such a hard job, he should reward himself by running around in his other form that people often considered a curse. He didn't see how such a graceful, beautiful creature could be considered a curse but people were quite stupid in his opinion (this didn't count the pale being within his bathroom). In fact, it was that pale being that had guessed his nature without him having to display power or let out some unnatural (in stupid human terms) noise. Katz couldn't wait for a time in which he could show off and show the wizard his form in all its glory.

In fact, he should go on and change right now but… no. No, no, he had to take care of some things, make sure that all of his children ate and if some were pushed to the side then that meant he'd have to use compulsion on some unsuspecting sap or simply let some of his babies run out into the town and munch on whatever came about. He was feeling particularly lazy.

"At least my children are not messy eaters," Katz noted with a sweep of the bedroom. All that remained were the clothing as he had predicted. He went over and picked up at the rose cross-stitch 'bell bottoms' he swore had gone out of style decade before but it was possible that he wasn't all up with the fashions. He sighed and folded them along with the heart shirt and the men jeans and t-shirt much too large for the mere slip of a boy he had seen wearing it. Whatever, it was going with the rest of the—

DING!

A slow smile spread across Katz's lips. It seemed as though his little darlings would be getting desert.

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There were a lot of things that scared Courage. There were a lot of things that provoked fear in the poor, abused child that other people didn't think frightening (but they totally were!). If there was a book written on the things that frightened Courage, it would take years to write and volumes to cover each one. It would fill libraries with the many fears that consumed one Courage Dogg. It would—

Okay, the author digresses seeing as the point has been made. Courage has many fears however none of his fears compare to the man standing in front of him. Firstly the man's eyes speak of disgust and just plain, undiscriminating hatred coupled with annoyance as he glanced between him and Regulus. Secondly, the man is extremely tall—taller than Russ and rather thin although Courage had a vague feeling that this man wasn't weak. His hair is a dark red with stripes of purple going through them and it's oddly not weird looking on this already frightening, yellow eyed odd man.

"How may I help you?" His voice comes out in a purr that speaks of boredom and hidden delight. Courage doesn't like that hidden delight because he knew it would hurt them even more than they were hurt. He curled under Regulus as he drew the yellow eyes once more, trying his hardest to shove himself through the man's skin but he stopped as he heard a pained grunt leave the young man's lips.

"Sorry, Reg—sorry," he whimpered quietly. Regulus started to run a few fingers through his hair as reassurance and focused on the man. The man looked carefully blink, his handsome features a smooth board that left nothing to be guessed although, given the disdainful look he was receiving, he knew that the man probably didn't like people in general… or he could see the blood he was dripping onto his carpets.

"My nephew and I need a room—one bed is fine. Do you accept galleons or would you prefer pounds?" Regulus half whispered, trying to stand straight but he was in such pain and he was beginning to believe that he was going to faint because of his wounds if he didn't soon sit down and tend to them. He was only glad that this man was not a simple Muggle even though he had not known and simply taken a guess.

"Judging by your state of… dress, I would say that you do not have either on you," the man smirked, folding his arms as he swept his gaze over Regulus' form for the third time, this time as a clear tactic of mockery. Regulus sighed and dug into his pocket. The last thing he wanted to do was use this card especially since it could be traced but he was in desperate binds and had a real chance of dying and leaving a small child all on his own. This was an emergency that he hoped wouldn't come back to bite him directly in the ass.

"Here," he muttered, giving the card over. The man smiled a little curling smile that spoke of the old canary and bird idiom that Regulus honestly did not believe that he is steady enough to remember.

"Considering your condition and… baggage," the red-purple haired man cast a glance at the trembling youth by Regulus' side, "I suggest taking the elevator up to the third floor and do try not to sully my floors even more so."

Regulus was sorely tempted to throw a much needed bird at the man, dislocate his fucking finger if it made all the difference but he was so tired and in so much pain, he wasn't even sure if his dirty look was more than a kitten trying to be a lion. Nonetheless, Regulus stumbles onto the elevator, tucking Courage close to himself and promising himself that he would do his best to protect the child, for his own safety more so than Courage's. Regulus could only imagine the kind of pain that Severus could and would put him through if he found out that the child had been harmed.

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Ugh. Katz absolutely hated children. If he could, he'd make a correction to the sign on the door so that it would say 'No Dogs/Kids Allowed. Yes, they are the same thing'. They were such annoying buggers that shouldn't be allowed around civilized company until they were not long annoying children but angst-ridden teenagers. Katz shook his head and pondered if he should offer assistance to the obviously injured man. He seemed worse for wear despite the front he had attempted to put up.

This thought lasted five seconds before Katz shook his head and turned away from the desk. Nope, he had done is kind deed for the evening besides, the man was a wizard—he could handle himself. Katz hummed to himself as he realized that it was time to go back to the black haired angel waiting for him in his warm tub. He wondered if the man had fallen asleep within its warm grasp or, if Katz found himself quite lucky, then he'd be standing up just as Katz opened the door. That way, he'd walk in on the sight of that soapy water sliding down that lean body oh-so-perfectly. Maybe the man would blush red, lighting up those pale cheeks with some color. Katz felt a purr erupt from his chest and his pants tightened with his lust.

Yes, he hoped he was so lucky.

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Now that Sirius found himself walking to his brother's house seeing as the place had powerful wards that Sirius was not allowed to apparate through, he had to question his idiocy. Now, this was not something that happened very often because Sirius rarely did anything too stupid to warrant a scolding from what Sirius liked to call his 'Ravenclaw Sirius' voice which was the part of him that actually thought things through.

However, the set of actions he had committed was, apparently, taking the cake at the moment and he was currently speaking to said Ravenclaw Sirius as he fought against the shrubbery to get to his brother's home. 'Let me get this straight… you, Lord Sirius Black, the Head of a family known to enjoy the darker things of life stunned an Order Member and disappeared into the night without attempting to explain the situation?' Sirius winced at the word choice which made his actions seem very, very stupid and nodded sullenly as if he weren't talking to himself.

'Now, let me ask you this, oh genius Golden Gryffindor,' Ravenclaw Sirius spat, sounding much too like Snivellus for Sirius to be comfortable, 'What happens if the attack is called off of Regulus?' Well… then his little brother would be safe, right? And it would just be ole Snivelly that's in danger but what was the problem with that. It wasn't like Sirius liked the… oh. 'Oh!? Oh! That is all you have to say for yourself!? If the attack is called off of Regulus, for any reason, and put on the sole spy of the Order then everyone will put you as the spy for Voldemort! YOU'LL BE LABELED A TRAITOR YOU IDIOT!'

No, no… that's not possible. He was Sirius Black, a known Dark Arts hater. He was an Auror for Godric's sake—one that couldn't be bribed mostly because he had his own money, morals, and his own dirt on a lot of high up people. Besides, his friends would never believe that he was the one to reveal their Mystery Man—he hadn't even known that it was Snivellus and certainly hadn't thought his brother stupid enough to join the Dark Lord. However the doubt that Ravenclaw Sirius had put within him festered in the back of his mind and he found himself praying that his friends had faith in him. He prayed that they wouldn't turn their backs just because he wanted to find his brother.

"What in the name of Merlin…?" Sirius gaped as he threw open the door to his brother's home. It was… ransacked if one wanted to put it nicely and completely destroyed if one was telling the truth. Sirius pulled out his wand and carefully stepped over fallen papers and overturned items. Who in the Hell throws an armchair into the hallway?

Sirius only hoped that his brother wasn't here when this happened because if the perpetrator didn't get him, the heart attack over his items surely would have. Sirius shook his head, wiping the grin off his face despite the brief joy the joke had brought him. Regulus would murder someone before he allowed them to destroy something of his—

"OOF!" Sirius grunted as he was suddenly knocked flat onto his back, a tight grip latching onto his wand hand and stealing the slim wood from his fingers. His breath was slapped out of him as a weight landed on his stomach, slim fingers curling onto his shoulders to hold him down much firmer than the light weight suggested.

"What is this that I spy with my little eye? Why it's a lost Black lamb! A Sirius Black lamb, I say." a chuckling voice purred out in dark tones. Sirius blinked, trying to clear his vision and found himself nose to nose with a skinny blond man with glowing green eyes and a smile wide enough to rip the man's cheeks but the eyes held no mirth. In fact the thin man seemed rather disturbed with a hint of anger to make Sirius squirm a bit more.

"What are you doing? Who are you? Get off of me! Where is Regulus, what have you done to him!?" Sirius demanded angrily as he struggled under the firm weight. Honestly, this guy didn't even seem to weigh half of Sirius' muscled body did so why was it so hard to make him move?

"So many questions and yet no answers," the man stated coldly suddenly, the smile sliding from his face and the mirth gone from his eyes. It was in this moment that Sirius felt true fear for the first time in his life. It was a fear that hit him harder than facing down the wand of a Death Eater that could hit him with a dark spell. How did this simple man with no wand in his hand frighten him so much just by frowning? Sirius didn't have time to delve on this for the smile was suddenly back full force and the man shifted until he was pinning Sirius with his entire body by lying down. It was then that Sirius noticed that the man was soaked to the bone and getting him wet.

"My name, I say my name is Fred and if not for Severus, I say you'd be dead. You see, Severus and Regulus have both been very… naaaughty. It's not what I have done that you must ask but, rather what did that dead Death Eater do! A spy, a spy, I say, they think your brother but we both know that's not true," this Fred person purred, his hot breath fanning over Sirius' face.

"Snivellus, you know that git? Who is he to you?" Sirius grunted, wiggling once more though he paused as he suddenly found himself looking into narrowed green eyes. Fuck, he just made the crazy man angry even though the smile did not go anywhere unlike last time.

"Snivellus you say, Snivellus you spit and yet you forget—it's he that is saving your life. You see he's my second cousin, I say he's my grandmother's only grandson!" Fred exclaimed but there was something in his voice that told Sirius he did not have many times to slip up and insult the black haired man again. Sirius went silent for a moment, channeling Ravenclaw Sirius in an effort to not die by the hand of the obviously insane rhyming man. He hadn't even known that Snape had family, not that he had ever bothered to ask when throwing insults at the dark natured bastard.

"If you're looking for Snape then why are you here?" Sirius asked, this time politely and without moving around beneath the light man. Ravenclaw Sirius insisted that they needed to get away from this crazy bastard.

"My wayward cousin and your brother travel together until my love, my purple dove took him. Before I was finished with my love, another took him and my search has begun once more and it this is such a bore. However, I love my cousin so even though he is so naaaughty," Fred answered easily with a wistful smile. Sirius had a feeling that this 'purple dove' of Fred's did not have a very nice time with the man and whatever he had done to her would probably make Sirius cringe so he refrained from asking.

"Wait… Snape couldn't have been taken! He's with the Order, resting after running from a witch doctor," Sirius pointed out, not feeling a need to pretend that the Order didn't exist. They were supposed to be a convert little group that fought Voldemort without putting families in danger but another instinct told him that this man probably didn't care about anything except his disgruntled cousin.

"No, no you are wrong. You see, he left without a sound. He'll always leave unless tied to the ground. I have to find him and bring him to a safe place lest my Aunt be without a grandson. No clues here, in this house. None with you or that Death Eater. I say, it's time for me to go, time to go back to the snow," Fred muttered the last part as he suddenly pushed off of Sirius and to his feet. He tossed the man his wand, obviously not frightened by what Sirius could do with it and began to walk away.

"Wait, Fred!" Sirius shouted and immediately felt the need to punch himself in the face. What was he doing!? Ravenclaw Sirius screamed and pounded at his head to shut his mouth and let the madman walk away but he shut that part of his brain off. This man may be a bit insane but he was looking for Snape and he could obviously handle himself.

"Yes, you call?" Fred turned, wild blond hair swaying with his quick and quite dramatic movements. Yup, definitely a family member of Snape the Drama Queen.

"You're all wet and you smell like fish. If… if what you say is true then Regulus will be with Snape considering that it's his best bet to living. I need to find my little brother so… we could work together," Sirius offered, almost pleading. The blond haired man went silent for a brief moment, thinking as he observed him.

"I must say, that you have a marvelous plan! Marvelous I say!" he cheered in his rolling tones, striding until he was extremely close to Sirius. The Gryffindor had to briefly wonder what the deal was with the acid green eyes staring at his hair.

Whatever, he would simply brush it as another Snape trait.

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The End

I'm not sure if Sirius/Fred is going to be seen but it's not intentional (I still haven't decided if I want to put Fred with anyone and if I do, who?). Fred is so difficult to write for… at least he is for someone with very little creativity.

I hope you liked this chapter, comment and all that good stuff.