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Howls Apart!
Chapter 26. By the light of the moon.
The full moon was days away and the restlessness that came with it was in the air.
Lord Black knew he'd see his Godson again but he couldn't help but hug the youth as if Scarfang was going off to war. The young werewolf smiled allowing the Wizard to embrace him one last time before he pulled away.
"I'll be seeing you pup."
"I know you will Sir," Scarfang murmured looking into his Godfather's glassy eyes. With all his faults Scarfang knew that the Wizard loved him.
"You take care of yourself, don't do too much and make sure you eat and-"
"Sirius! I'm sure Scarfang doesn't appreciate being-" Hermione chided her husband crossing her arms.
"That's all right Mione. I know he does it cause he cares." Scarfang interrupted taking the Wizard's face in his hands and standing on his toes kissed Sirius on the cheek.
"Thank you for caring Sir," Scarfang murmured resting his head on the Wizard's chest.
Sirius closed his eyes and nodded mutely. Hermione couldn't help but be touched and wiped the tears away.
That afternoon the young werewolf and the pack left the castle and settled on a thick forested area while the new Sires began their trek to be reunited with the Pureblood wolflings.
The large dominants talked quietly amongst themselves they knew how much was riding on their wolflings' actions so they had to insure their continuous commitment to the pack and their survival through out their first change. Scarfang couldn't help but feel hopeful.
The young werewolf was watching them when his eyes came to rest on the Potions Master and Silverrage. If looks could kill Silverrage would be dead right now. The murderous looks his mate threw at the dominant when he thought no one was looking were downright hilarious. Trying to hide his laughter he turned away and looked at the pups playing close by and sniffed the air detecting new scents. They had gotten several more werewolves yesterday; the pack was definitely growing. With Voldemort gone and the Wizarding World busy with their own problems werewolves had slowly come out of hiding. It seemed that there were many more werewolves than they had originally thought, things were bound to get interesting.
Greyback looked around spotting his mate standing guard over some pups who were mock wrestling. If it weren't for the sharp canines, and long mane-like hair the youngsters could pass as Wizarding children. They were the new generation of werewolves...in hundreds of years the pack had never had so many survive to this age. Greyback couldn't be more pleased.
Scarfang inhaled his mate's scent and turned to look at the last of the Sires as they disappeared into the thick of the forest, "I think it's going to work."
Greyback's only answer was a protective hold around Scarfang and a playful bite on the shoulder as the younger werewolf leaned against him.
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that evening...
Waving his wand Severus covered any magical signature his Sire might have, opened the floo, and stepped inside followed by the Dominant. Snape was nervous. Hogwarts! He was back at Hogwarts! Looking around him he swallowed audibly and turned to his Sire hoping the werewolf hadn't lost his mind.
The Potion Master's nose twitched detecting the different scents and ingredients still locked in the room, his ears picked up on the almost inaudible noises of small insects and an occasional rodent scurrying beyond the walls while his eyes distinguished everything around him in detail.
Silverrage could sense his mate's edginess but ignored it. He had to make sure Severus understood he had only one master and while the old Wizard lived that was not possible. Severus's werewolf would always recognize him as his dominant but the Wizard was half Vampire and it was that half that was giving Silverrage problems. It made his mate rebellious and that compounded with Dumbledore's existence was causing strife in their relationship. He couldn't eliminate Severus' Vampire side but he could certainly eliminate the Headmaster.
Silverrage didn't speak but that didn't make much difference because after some growling Snape got the message and led them into the back room of what used to be his old Potion's lab. The wards had shifted so Severus knew it wouldn't be long before his old Master arrived to reclaim him or to try to. Looking at the large dominant crouched in the corner he hoped the werewolf would tear the old man apart.
Dumbledore was on his fourth bag of firewhiskey-liquorish when he opened his eyes and smiled complacently. Severus was back he could feel it. He stretched his magic but couldn't detect any one else. He had come alone. Getting to his feet unsteadily the older Wizard stepped into the chimney and exited into the Potions Lab.
"SEV-" Silverrage did not allow him to finish and slammed into the older Wizard sending him against a cauldron. Severus cringed as he heard the snap of the Wizard's neck.
The next morning...
Albus Dumbledore was found dead that morning. It appeared that the Wizard had gotten intoxicated on firewhiskey-liquorish, fallen over a cauldron and broken his neck. Lord Snape who had been dining with Lord Parkinson and Lord Malfoy at the time of the incident commented on the fact that the old Headmaster had indulged on such sweets and would sometimes visit the classrooms at night. Other Professors reluctantly corroborated Snape's comments. Yes, the Headmaster liked to indulge in firewhiskey-liquorish and would roam the halls afterwards. The world mourned the fallen hero, literally.
Two days later...The Wizengamot Meeting...
The Wizengamot called the meeting to order and after much debating decided to let dead dogs lie. Voldemort was dead and no one had risen to take his place. Dumbledore had placed forth a proposal to investigate any link between any kind of Dark Creature and Lord Voldemort's vanquisher. The majority of the Purebloods were unwilling to pursue any course of action that would endanger the precarious peace that seemed to have settled over Wizarding England. They refused to get involved in any sort of hunt that might drag them into a war with Vampires or Werewolves.
Lord Black hurrumped and glowered at any one who even dared prolong the debate. "HURRY IT UP! I'VE GOT A WIFE AT HOME!"
"Lord Crowne, what say you?" Lord Malfoy asked ignoring Black's outbursts and tried act hesitant to throw any suspicion off.
Lord Crowne(Blueblood) frowned, "I have things to do as well Lord Malfoy. Enough warring I think." The recluse shrugged and leaned back in his seat.
"What if there's more to his death than we think?" A pureblood asked backed by some shouting.
"Then you go look for answers Lord Smithers! I'm not about to go prodding into Vampire or Werewolf territory to please your curiosity." Lord Black thundered.
"Lords as much as I like adventure I am not willing to see any one of us in a venture that may bring about a war with creatures that have thus far seemed intent on keeping to themselves." Lord Snape voiced over the shouting.
"But don't you see?"
"I see quite clearly Sir! I was a spy for the late Headmaster and can say that I never saw any proof of such link."
"Why would the Headmaster bring it up?" Another Lord asked worriedly.
"For the same reason he decided to get intoxicated on fire-liquorish and go exploring in the middle of the night!" Snape growled silkily.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Lord Smithers asked offended.
"Figure it out!" Lord Black shouted.
"I JUST FEEL-!"
"Can we just take a vote?" Lord Black groaned ignoring the stubborn pureblood.
It was almost an hour later that a vote was finally taken on the initiative and with 22 in favor and 67 against, Dumbledore's proposal was set aside.
Put out by the fact that their lives had been interrupted by the Wizengamot and a drunken hero the irritated Purebloods left without looking back.
The Wizarding World was tired and wanted to move on. The Pureblood Werewolves had just made sure it did.
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The full moon!
Snape Manor...
Silverrage made his way through Snape Manor eyeing the towering columns adorning the entrance. "This is my home," Snape whispered looking from the impressive structure to his Sire.
"Was!" Silverrage growled pulling at the few clothes he was wearing before turning to Snape. "STRIP!" It was almost dark and the pull of the moon was almost unbearable.
Snape glowered at the large werewolf but feeling the pull of the moon himself and began to undress slowly. Being half vampire he knew he would not change completely but he was not about to argue the point with a full blooded dominant werewolf.
When the full moon was at its zenith Snape was pinned to the ground by Silverrage who had decided to bathe him. Severus, the Wizard Vampire squirmed as the rough tongue was dragged across each part of his body while Severus, the werewolf moaned and whimpered for more.
Malfoy Manor...
Lucius found himself alone in the large saloon leading to the gardens when the dizziness and pain began to overwhelm him. His Sire was no where to be seen but Lucius could sense the werewolf's presence and rejection through their bond. Trying to control the werewolf who cried out despondently Lucius braced himself and transformed alone.
Hours later the white werewolf lay panting too weak to stand. It had been a horrific change and Moony who had watched from afar couldn't help but feel guilty that he had not lent Lucius his strength through their bond. Unable to remain aloof he padded over and nudged his wolfling carefully. Silver eyes looked up at him despairingly and Moony growled softly in understanding. After licking and nuzzling him, the Dominant led the new werewolf outside where he patiently showed him his new life.
The pack...
Scarfang felt the skin and bones stretch into the larger frame and howled as he fell to the ground while Greyback stood over him licking and nestling him protectively.
In all his years the young werewolf had never felt this much pain but he knew it had to do with the pup he was carrying inside. Greyaback had explained that although the pup would not transform Scarfang's body had to do twice as much work as the male parts of his werewolf anatomy rearranged themselves to accommodate the offspring.
All around him the pack howled as pups and adult transformed. Greyback and the dominants watched and listened keeping a close watch on any werewolf that might be too injured to endure the painful metamorphosis that was their curse or as they called it their blessing.
Hours into the full moon Scarfang felt well enough to take part in the hunt that brought down several bucks for the pack to feast on.
The pureblood werewolves had blocked the initiative to go after dark creatures. They had much to be grateful for.
Led by their Alpha the pack howled at the moon in gratitude. Far... far away close to fifty Purebloods werewolves did the same.
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THE END
Author's Note: Let me know if anyone's interested in reading a Snape-Silverrage and/or a Lucius-Remus pairing, If so? Should I write the story with both pairings or just one...I know I asked the question before but I need to be sure.