Unleashed
Chatper Title: Doctors and Dealers

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'Severus!' Remus yelled harshly. 'Do you really think this necessary?'

'Give me back my wand!' Kenneth hissed to the man who had grabbed him sharply by the arm and was pulling him along the hallway, sparing him no pain.

His yellowed fingernails dug sharply into Kenneth's skin and already dabs of pink were coming up around his yellowed nails. Kenneth knew he could easily throw this man off, but Dumbledore had told him to be careful around the other members of the Order, many of whom were not impressed by the Headmaster's decision to trust Kenneth. Kenneth wrenched his arm away from the man who was holding him tightly. He pulled away so strongly that the man whom Remus had called Severus (he must be Severus Snape, the Potions Master) nearly fell back on his feet and collided with the door they were walking to. Kenneth felt Remus come up behind him as Snape opened the door and pulled Kenneth forward into the room. The room was large like the size of a decent cave.

A fireplace was at one end, though barely visible because of the two red headed people standing in front of it. Kenneth recognized Arthur and Molly Weasley. Both looked nervous, and Molly was fiddling with the rim of a saucepan that hung up on the roof and dangled down around them. Snape shoved Kenneth down into a seat at the long table that reached across the entire length of the room. But Kenneth lurched back to his feet the minute that he was pushed down and demanded his wand.

'Dumbledore may be able to trust you, but that does not mean we all trust you,' Snape hissed at him, ferociously trying to push him back into the seat, but Kenneth was able to resist with ease and shove the man of him again.

The greasy haired man dug deep into his robes, and Kenneth thought about turning around and making a break for it, but as he turned, Remus was right behind him and gripped his arm tightly, shaking his head. 'Veritaserum is a truth potion,' Snape said easily and corked the vial he held in his hands like it was his child. Kenneth knew he was wide eyed and reproachful at this welcoming and wanted nothing more than to take a swipe at Snape and spill the Potions Master's little treasure.

'You're going to give him truth serum?' Remus asked, obviously shocked by the behaviour of his peers.

'He's a werewolf,' Molly murmured, answering Remus's question and at the same trying to assure her husband that they had a reason for doing this. Arthur was shaking his head in his dislike for this idea; Kenneth was with him completely.

'So?' Remus snapped at her. 'If you seem to have forgotten, I am a werewolf, too, but you don't give me regular doses of Veritaserum to make me spill my secrets!'

'That's quite different, Remus, dear,' said Molly, shifting uncomfortable from where she stood in front of the fireplace.

'I only want to give him one dose, and hopefully,' Snape spat out the words, 'never give him more.'

There was a creak on the stairs Snape had pushed him down before, and Kenneth turned to see a face he'd never expect to see in his life. Sirius Black was walking quite calming down the stairs and even sent a seductive smile across to Remus. Kenneth backed up into Remus again and continued to stare up in shock at Sirius Black. No one else seemed to have similar reactions to his and looked to be fairly accustomed to having a mass murderer strolling through their base of operations.

'I for one,' Black said, and all eyes turned to him as he spoke, 'am all for using the Veritaserum on Webber. Dumbledore wasn't precise enough with his questions and was too kind in just giving it to him.'

'Sirius,' Remus said. 'You don't need to drug him. He's fine, there's nothing wrong with him. He's firmly on our side. Since a few days ago he had no idea Voldemort had come back.'

This was all a little too much for Kenneth. Hearing You-Know-Who's name (he flinched back) and seeing a mass murderer walking around like he owned the place was enough to send even his cocky attitude into a downward spiral. 'Shouldn't you give the Veritaserum to him?' he said pointing to Black who just laughed right back at him.

'Oh,' Remus said. 'Of course, you don't know about Sirius, do you?'

'I know he should be in fucking Azkaban!'

'There wasn't enough fucking in Azkaban,' Sirius drawled playing on Kenneth's words. 'That's why I got out and back to my little Remmie.'

'He's innocent,' Remus told Kenneth, standing so close to him that he was effectively whispering in his ear. 'He never killed all those people and was wrongly locked away. Don't be frightened. He's innocent.'

'In all reason, it's fair to give Webber the Veritaserum,' Sirius said. 'He is something that the Death Eaters are very keen on recruiting, and who knows whom he might have gotten himself involved with. He looks like someone Lucius Malfoy would love to have.'

Kenneth shuddered, remembering that conversation with Inez all too well. It suddenly occurred to him that with the Veritaserum that would come tumbling out. He did wonder how they would take it, though. Sirius continued to drawl about something and something else, and Kenneth was suddenly pulled away from Remus.

Snape grabbed his mouth and held it open like mothers did to children who refused to eat their vegetables and poured a few drops of the potion into his mouth. Kenneth flung Snape off, not caring if the Potions Master hurt himself, that wasn't his concern. Without swallowing the potion Kenneth hurried over to the sink after sending Snape flying into some cupboards and spat. He gathered up all the liquid in his mouth and spat it out over the sink, hoping to get the potion out of his mouth. It was entirely unreasonable! If they sat down and had a conversation with him, he would probably have told them all they needed to know, except they had taken this way, way too far and drugged him stupidly. As much as they claimed to trust Dumbledore's decisions, they obviously were not comfortable with him letting another werewolf into the Order. He was sure that if it had been someone without a case of Lycanthropy, there would have been no problem and they all would have sat down and had a charming chat. Remus was looking at Molly, Snape and Sirius with a pained expression on his face as Kenneth tried to spit all the fluid inside his mouth out.

'You drugged me!' He yelped as Snape struggled back to his feet, glaring at the man who wasn't badly hurt at all but looked like he was going to milk it for all its worth.

'Kenneth, calm down,' Remus warned him gently.

'See how dangerous this is?' Molly shrieked.

'Obviously,' Snape drawled, and Kenneth noticed his hand closing around his wand.

'Don't you dare,' Kenneth hissed at him, stepping close. 'Don't you dare, you've already drugged me, if you curse or hex me I'm going to seriously lose it. Don't you fucking dare,' He sniffed and held out his hand. 'Give me back my wand.'

'And let you curse me?' Snape asked, chuckling somewhat. 'I've never been that easily manipulated in my life.'

'Give him back his wand, Severus,' Remus said from his new stance in the corner of the room.

Kenneth turned around to face him and felt awful. Remus seemed to be taking this display the worst of them all. Kenneth had just simply been disgusted by their actions towards them, but Remus looked like he was going to fold up and maybe even snap. Sirius had already moved over and had pulled Remus into a tight but gentle hug. Kenneth knew why Remus had been reluctant at first to agree to the drink with him. The way he closed his eyes and seemed to melt in Sirius's embrace made it clear. Kenneth turned away with a mind to tell Remus how it was obvious that he loved Sirius and to save himself the misery of trying to connect on that level with the older werewolf when what was before his eyes was as palpable as the full moon growing. He thrust his hand out to Snape again.

'Give me back my wand,' he said slowly. 'Give me back my wand, and we can talk. I think I might have swallowed some anyway, so there is no point other than to talk, is there?'

At the long table, Kenneth felt ultimately more at home with his wand back in his palm. He sat at the head of the table with his hands on the wooden surface because Molly's eyes were never leaving his wand. She was scared of him; he could actually smell her fear! And he found it amusing. She really had nothing to be afraid of, not while Remus was around him anyway even if he was sharing quiet looks with Sirius half the time Kenneth spoke, but that didn't matter. Kenneth knew that Remus would be able to calm him with the slightest touch.

He had rested his forehead against the wood of the table as they all sat down around him, waiting for him to speak when he was waiting for the questions to come. He knew he'd swallowed some of the potion, and whatever was asked his answer would be the truth. It was like everyone took a huge breath before the first question was asked. It was asked by Snape.

'Why do you want to join the Order?' he asked, and Kenneth looked up from the table and smiled lightly at him.

He felt so much more relaxed now that everything had reached some degree of normality. Molly wasn't flinching away from him whenever he moved like he'd uttered You-Know-Who's name rather than move his pinkie finger. And Kenneth didn't feel shocked at Black's presence. Mildly upset by the way Remus just caved in to the man. But Kenneth was glad to have seen before he was strung along by Remus who rightly didn't know his own feelings for Black. And Kenneth knew he wouldn't force Remus into anything. Sirius and Remus obviously harboured feelings for each and perhaps these feelings dated back a lot further than he was even aware. It was only fair for him to enlighten about each other's love and then back off.

'I already have joined,' Kenneth said. 'Dumbledore let me in, he told me the secret. I want to join and have joined because I have little else to do with my time. Dumbledore wanted to me to help Remus,' Kenneth said and saw Remus look away from Sirius on the mention of his name and their cosy little conversation stopped. He saw Sirius's expression falter a little as he looked at the man. 'Because for some reason you can't,' he spoke directly to Sirius now.

'I'm not allowed to leave this house,' Sirius said with resentment. 'If I go outside people are likely to have the same, if not much worse, reaction like you had. And then I really would be back in Azkaban. Don't give me that look, Webber. I'm innocent. I don't deserve to be in that hole of a place.'

The instant he'd finished speaking he turned back to Remus with a light smile causing Kenneth to sigh deeply from his seat at the head of the table. Sirius liked Remus just as much as Remus liked him, but Kenneth got the feeling that Sirius knew he liked Remus whereas Remus probably had some inkling of his feelings. Kenneth needed something to tear his attention away from Remus and Sirius. Arthur was a good enough distraction.

'How is your bite?' he asked the papa Weasley.

'Fine, absolutely fine, splendid! I'm much better now, thank you. I think it was the Muggle stitches,' he mouthed the last part when he was certain his wife wasn't looking, causing Kenneth to splutter out a laugh. 'How is yours?' he asked, this question of his did result in a slap on the leg from Molly. 'I remember it looked rather bad.'

'Well,' Kenneth said and snorted, 'it's persistent. I think it might have been infected,' he said with a laugh that to his surprise caused Arthur to laugh as well. 'I'm definitely getting my strange side effects.' Molly looked horrified when he said this. 'Not now!' he said quickly. 'Merlin, I'm not going to flip out right here.'

'Do you have other allegiances with anyone else?' Snape asked. 'Even if you belong to a Tiddlywinks club, I want to know.'

'I don't see why this is necessary,' said Remus softly and rationally. 'Dumbledore has already given him the job, which is only to help me when I go on my missions.'

'But it's entertaining, Remus,' Sirius whispered to him. 'Who knows what he might say?'

'Yes,' piped up Kenneth. 'I'm a bit worried about that.'

'Dumbledore will listen to me if I prove this werewolf is unfit to join the Order,' Snape added, sounding very dry and pompous when he said it. 'You will tell us what allegiances you have, and you tell them to me now along with anything else you know. I ask that if you have anything you'd like to tell us before I force it out of you, you do so now.'

'All right, all right,' Kenneth said scowling at the Potions Master who for some reason wasn't at Hogwarts when he should really be teaching a class.

Kenneth didn't really find this the appropriate time to pester Snape about his classes at the school. He felt the potion working in him and was quite pleased with his spitting skills; he hadn't swallowed as much as he could have so the potion wouldn't work for as long as it should. He'd wasted a great deal of Snape's potion, and from what he heard that particular one took a long time to brew. It was wasteful though. Kenneth would have told them what they asked if they'd sat him down nicely and had a chat, not tried to drug him and taken his wand.

'I have no previous allegiances apart from this new one and the ones I keep to myself formed in the bedroom. If you want to ask about those go ahead because I will tell you, and I will tell you in great detail,' Kenneth said with a smirk and licked his lips taking pride in the uncomfortable cough from Molly and the laugh of amusement from Arthur. Snape looked very displeased with the way Kenneth was twisting around the potions grip in his playful way. But Kenneth had given his truthful answer to the question that had been asked. '

Do you know anything that you possible shouldn't know?'

'What area are we talking about here?' Kenneth asked. 'Have you strayed majorly from the points and facts you are trying to get out of me? Because I know plenty of things I shouldn't know, but how much of that do you want to hear?'

Snape blinked and sighed. 'I meant: do you know of anything to do with the Death Eaters that only they could have told you?'

'Why didn't you say so before? Clearly clarity is not your strong point,' Kenneth said. He knew he should stop this soon as he was beginning to talk like a stage performer and starting to piss Snape off, he could see it, but the man was good at remaining calm and collected. He grimaced as he felt the potion working and couldn't stop himself. 'I know Inez Malfoy.'

'Who is that?' Arthur asked. 'I have never heard of him.'

'Her,' Kenneth corrected. 'She isn't very well known in the Malfoy gang, and she used to be intent on dishonouring the family. Obviously, she never really did well because no one ever heard about it apart from the family. But something's changed in her, and she tried to get me to hold hands with the Death Eaters a few weeks ago.'

Snape grimaced and dipped his head.

And Remus looked straight at Kenneth. 'Why didn't you tell me?' he asked.

'You never asked,' Kenneth replied.

'Does she know you have joined the Order?' Sirius asked.

'No, she freaked me out when she asked me to join You-Know-Who! I would never tell her that I've joined the Order,' Kenneth snapped back, frustrated by the idiotic question.

'No, no,' Remus said suddenly. 'This could be very helpful.'

'You aren't thinking of sending him in right now, are you?' Snape asked him. 'That would be so ridiculous. It will be useful, yes,' he agreed. 'But wait some time before we use it.'

Kenneth shifted and moved in his seat. 'I don't want to go anywhere near her,' he said. 'She told me things I don't want to think about.'

'What did she tell you?' Snape asked in an instant.

Kenneth snarled. 'Fuck you!' He could feel the potion working off and he didn't want to tell these things to Snape. Not that greasy wanker.

'You have to tell me, the Veritaserum won't let you get away without telling me,' Snape said his tone never changing from the normal drawl he used.

'Fuck you,' Kenneth repeated, crossing his arms over his chest.

He sighed and let his arms fall down; he couldn't fight what Snape had given him. The man was a Potions Master, probably one of the best in the whole of Europe.

'Fine,' he snarled again. 'She told me that the Death Eaters and ... You-Know-Who want me because I'm a dark creature. They want me because they feel it's my right to join and because they can give me a better life.' Kenneth had been leaning far out across the table as the said this, speaking in an angered whisper. 'Lucius is interested in me,' Kenneth said, jabbing himself quite sharply in the chest while he spoke.

'Lucius wants you?' Remus asked in a hushed tone.

'Inez told me her uncle is interested me, her uncle is Lucius, she only has one true uncle left.'

' Lucius,' Remus repeated to himself in one breath. 'Severus, this isn't a good omen.'

'What Lucius wants Lucius gets,' Snape added.

'The longer it takes for him to get it, the worse his hunger will be when he does,' Sirius murmured silently.

He turned to Kenneth who'd distracted himself from hearing snippets of his fate by staring at Remus who didn't seem to notice his attentions.

'Maybe he isn't interested anymore,' Arthur suggested.

'It's hard to tell,' Snape said. 'Who knows? In time Kenneth will find out though. It is best to let the werewolf find that out for himself as I suspect he is more than capable of taking care of himself.' Snape rose to his feet. 'The werewolf did not lie, he drunk some of the Veritaserum. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a class to teach.'

Molly, Arthur and Remus all rose to their feet the same time as Snape did but, Kenneth and Sirius remained seated at the table, Kenneth just staring lamely at the wood of the table and Sirius just watching Snape leave. He let out a huge sigh as the three who'd risen followed Snape out, and Sirius remained sitting, watching him. Silence seemed to overwhelm them and for a second, Kenneth was certain he could hear his blood flowing in his veins. He placed a hand on his heart but couldn't determine whether it was beating unusually fast or if it was his imagination. He thought he could hear his blood rushing around inside him.

'Is it bad?' he asked suddenly when they had been alone in the room for some time. Kenneth looked up at Sirius and shrugged.

'The shock of seeing you?' he asked dismally. 'Yes, that was bad.'

'No, I meant being a werewolf. Remus will never tell me anything. It's like he doesn't like to discuss it.'

'Well, who would?' Kenneth asked dryly, all his humour snapped from him. 'Of course he doesn't tell you anything. Does he even let you see his scars?' Sirius was waiting patiently. 'You're asking me because of the Veritaserum aren't you?'

'Has it worn off?'

'I don't think so. Wearing, yes but it hasn't worn entirely yet. I can hear and smell things that you can't even see let alone smell and hear. I'd had to learn to control it or my head would probably have exploded. The change is the most painful thing I have ever experienced in my life, and I have to do it again soon. Remus has dealt with it ever since he was a child, imagine knowing about that pain. It comes around every month, and he knows it.' Kenneth stopped talking and glanced up at Sirius. 'Do you love him?' he asked bluntly.

His head hurt, and his eyes were watering for some unknown reason. He didn't care to dance around the question right now.

Sirius drew back and let out a long breath, puffing out his cheeks. 'Quick to ask,' he said.

'I can't be bothered jumping around and avoiding the question so just tell me.' Kenneth rested his head against his arms on the table feeling deathly tired. He didn't know if it was the events of today or the closeness of the full moon. 'Do you love him?' he asked.

'Yes,' Sirius replied. 'I do love him.'

'He doesn't know,' Kenneth said with a teasing laugh. 'He doesn't know. I can tell he doesn't know. You haven't told him you love him? Why haven't you told him?'

'Because I only realized myself while I was imprisoned.'

'Typical, bloody typical,' Kenneth muttered. 'You had to be separated from something to realize how much you loved and missed it. Shouldn't it be the other way around? The more you spend time with someone the more you understand you love and would miss them. You should tell him,' Kenneth said. 'Tell him soon.'

'Why?' Sirius asked, tipping his head to one side as Kenneth observed him from where his head rested through half closed lashes. Kenneth tapped his fingers against the wood.

'Because you should,' he said lazily, 'tell him.'

It was in that moment, right after Kenneth had finished speaking that Remus entered the room and smiled fondly at Sirius and then softly at Kenneth.

'Can I show him his room?' he asked Sirius who nodded.

Remus offered his hand to Kenneth who took it and pulled himself to his feet, though he let go the second he was standing. Remus looked somewhat alarmed but then led Kenneth out of the room.

Before he followed Remus, Kenneth dipped down close to Sirius's ear. 'And I know he likes you, too,' he whispered softly, surprising himself by the closeness as he felt his lips brush Black's ear.

'Are you sure?' Sirius asked Kenneth as he straightened up.

'Yeah, I'm sure.'

Remus loved Sirius and that was that. Kenneth would take second seat. And he could deal with that. Perhaps he needed a bit of the unreturned feelings card to deflate his large ego.

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