Not a Chance

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for some sexual content, violence and language. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!

WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male)!! Ye be warned

Author's Note: aha, so I got the BEST idea lying in bed this morning and I was like hell yeah, I have to do it. So…here it is. My brilliance (hopefully) at its best. Cheers for now!

PS. – Harry Potter Lexicon, online version, I love thee.

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CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO: Hogsmeade

James yawned dully as he and Peter and Remus stepped out of the Three Broomsticks. He was tired. He had been tired for ages now, because the tension in the dorm was so thick it was like trying to breathe through a wool sweater at night.

He stretched languidly and decided to wander and then maybe nip back up to the school and take advantage of the deserted dorm to nap. Yes, that's exactly what he'd do. So long as Sirius wasn't there of course.

He was just turning to inform his friends of his plan when his bright mood at the prospect of napping (a quality pass-time) suddenly dissolved. He spotted Lily Evans, looking supremely unconcerned about anything at all, across the road.

Remus followed his gaze. "Try not to worry about it, mate." James shrugged.

"Think I'll go back up to school."

Remus looked at him concernedly. "James…"

James smiled, and it looked and felt genuine enough. "I'm tired. I haven't been sleeping well…" Remus understood. He hated not having Padfoot beside him, or being snuggled in the other boy at night. "I'm gonna take a nap."

Remus nodded and smiled back.

James headed up the street, hands deep in his pockets, a little cold despite the season. He had gotten maybe twenty paces away, when suddenly there was the telltale crack of someone Apparating in or Disapparating out. He didn't bother looking over his shoulder.

A scream rent the air, and his head whipped round so hard he thought he might have whiplash. There stood a smirking Rodolphus Lestrange, gripping Lily Evans hard by the neck, his wand pointed to her throat.

"Who wants to see her squirm?" he called as people in hysterics shrieked and ran. James scowled. He remembered Lestrange from his third year, when the man had been in his last. He and several others had tried to rough Remus and Peter up. It had lasted until Sirius and he had shown up.

"Let her go you sick son of a bitch!" James shouted, dashing back, his wand out.

Lestrange smirked. "Potter isn't it? What's this, the blood traitor whelp fancies her does he?"

"Let her go!" James came to a halt several meters away, his wand raised, his temper flared.

"James!" Remus cried from across the street where he and peter stared horror-struck.

"Go to the castle!" James shouted. "Get help! Anyone, go! NOW!" Remus set off running, and Peter puffed away after him.

"Not the smartest idea on the whole," Rodolphus sneered. "Now there won't be so many spectators to watch."

Indeed, the streets were barren and desolate. Everyone had retreated to the shops and now stared out through windows, or had Disapparated or run. James moved forward slightly. "Just let her go and walk away," James said, trying to sound calm.

Lestrange laughed bitterly, and pulled hard on her hair, making Lily yelp and jerk her head back. The tip of his wand pressed into her neck.

"James, please…" she whispered desperately. Lestrange's gaze flicked to her momentarily and his lips and breath were hot over her ear.

"Do you want your little fuck boy to see you tortured?"

"You fucking bastard, let her go, or I swear to god I will-"

"You'll what? Going to curse me are you? Going to sacrifice this little bitch to get to me? I didn't think so!"

James' mouth hardened into a thin line. "Let her go. Just let her the fuck go, and you can fucking walk away from here right now." Lestrange merely smiled and tilted Lily's chin back, nose dragging over her neck almost affectionately. "FUCKING GO!" James screamed, very near to hysterical now. "JUST FUCKING DO IT!!"

Rodolphus smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "Oh but she's so nice to hold onto… Is she as good a fuck as she looks? I should imagine so. She looks like a real wildcat to me… Perhaps I'll do more than take your word for it…" He leaned in intimately as though to kiss her, but at the last possible second, his tongue darted out and slid up her neck, barely flicking the lobe of her ear. She shuddered and try to recoil away from him.

James felt his rage almost boiling over as Lily fought helplessly against him, and James stood just as helplessly, pointing his wand at them. He was directly behind her except for his face, and James had no doubt he could easily duck and avoid any sort of curse. Or throw Lily in his way…

He bit his down on his lips hard and tasted blood. Where the fuck was Remus and help?

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Remus hurtled around the nearest corner at breakneck speed. He was vaguely aware of Peter somewhere behind, but knew he wasn't on his heels.

His head turned as he chanced a glance behind himself, and as a result, ran right into the pair of hands that darted out and grabbed him. He was pulled back roughly and a hand was clamped over his mouth. Sharp nails dug into his scalp and hot breath was on his neck, mingled with the stench of sweat.

He tried to bite the hand, but it was nearly impossible, and he felt a wand jabbed immediately at his back.

"Remus?" He could hear Peter coming round the last bend and tried to scream.

"No, no, we can't have any of that…" hissed a vicious, low and raspy voice into his ear.

"Remus!?" He listened as Peter puffed past, unable to speak or move, hidden in the shadows by this…person.

As soon as the sounds of his friend had gone, he felt the hand loosen on his mouth, and he tried to rip himself free. The wand jabbed harder at his back and the hands felt like iron over his biceps. The man was hulking and huge and clearly had the upper hand.

"How delightfully appropriate for you to try biting me you bastard whelp," the man growled.

His hand slid from Remus' mouth. "Who are you?" Remus shouted, and the wand threatened to displace one of his vertebrae. "What do you want?" he asked slightly quieter.

"I come on behalf of the Dark Lord. He wished he could be here, but he has more important things to do." His voice was thick with sarcasm.

"What do you want?" Remus repeated. The man laughed.

"So hostile. Maybe we will make a proper werewolf out of you yet, boy." Remus froze. How could this man…? "Not figured it out yet?" Another laugh.

"Who are you?" Remus demanded, trying not to let his voice shake.

"I'm Fenrir Greyback. I won't bother to ask your name; I already know you. Quite personally in fact. How's the bite?"

Remus couldn't breathe. His chest was surely collapsing and was going to pass out, or die… "What are you talking about?' he breathed.

"So your parents never told you then. Pity. I'm Greyback," he said again. "And I'm the reason that once a month you turn into a ferocious animal… So nice to see you again Lupin; you tasted delicious."

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Sirius sighed as he kicked his parchment ball down the corridor. He looked up, wondering where he was for a moment. The hallway before Dumbledore's study… How ironic. He thought it might be ironic anyway. He really had no clue.

He was just reaching down to pick up his parchment ball when a red-faced and breathless peter Pettigrew slid around the corner and almost fell into a suit of armour. "Sirius!' he cried, breathless and too panicked to remember his supposed grudge against the dark-haired boy.

"Peter?" Sirius asked, baffled. "Why are you running? What's happened?"

"Lily…captured…Hogsmeade…James sent…to get…help." He wheezed, leaning over on his knees trying to catch his breath. "Dumbledore!" he cried suddenly, going upright and almost breaking Sirius' nose in the process.

"Bloody hell! Peter, you aren't making any sense!"

"I have to find Dumbledore!" Peter shouted. "What's the password!?"

"How should I know?" Sirius cried. "Where's Remus?"

"You haven't seen him? Remus!!" Peter was going manic. Sirius repressed the urge to slap him, and merely gripped him firmly by the shoulders.

"Tell me what's happened Wormtail!" he said sternly, trying to tamp down his own rising panic. Remus was in trouble. Oh fuck…Remus was in trouble…

"Rodolphus Lestrange came and grabbed Lily in Hogsmeade and James told Mooney and me to come get help, but Remus disappeared and Prongs is all alone back there with him!! He said he's going to torture Lily!"

"Fuck! Peter, go find McGonagall or someone and get the Headmaster!" Sirius said, already moving down the hallway. "Tell them where James is, I'm going to go find Remus!"

He dashed off and Peter stared after him. Just then, the stone gargoyle slid round and Dumbledore stepped from the revolving staircase. "Mr. Pettigrew, whatever is the matter?"

"Headmaster you have to come to Hogsmeade with me!"

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Sirius felt as though his heart would burst from his chest. He tried to go faster; it was like he was moving through Honeydukes' Best Cementing Toffee. He tried to think rationally. Where would Remus be if he were in Hogsmeade? No! Where would a psycho take him?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…and fuck. Where could he be?

He had to pause to breathe. He was sweating and panting and halfway to the loony bin. He had to clear his head and think.

He looked left. Back of the three Broomsticks; nothing important. He looked to his right. Strange creepy alley way with suspicious figure in shadows… Good place to start. He drew his wand and started forward. "Remus? Is that you?"

He heard the faint noises of scuffling. "Remus!?"

The figure that had looked so menacing in shadow stepped forward. Remus. Held captive. By some really creepy, rangy looking brute of a man. His Remus. "One step closer and your little friend gets another bite," he growled.

Sirius stared, horrified. "Remus…" His vocal chords failed him and it came out a croak. His wand rose.

"Sirius, go, get help! I'll be fine, I prom-"

"I wouldn't go making promises you can't keep lad," Greyback chuckled. "What? Not going to introduce us? How very rude. I'm Fenrir Greyback."

Sirius' mouth turned down distastefully. He'd seen this man a few times in childhood and knew a portion of the things he'd done. He loathed him. Greyback saw his look.

"From the look of you, I'd say you're a pureblood," he rasped dangerously. "Think you're better than me, do ya?"

"No," said Sirius, "I know I'm better than you. And my name is Sirius Black."

Greyback wheezed his amusement. "Met your brother awhile back. He's such a nice looking young boy, ain't he? Wonder what he'd look like with a few bites in him?" Sirius paled.

"You stay away from Regulus! And let Remus go you slimy bastard."

"But Remus and I are old chums, aren't we?" Greyback laughed. Sirius glared hard.

"He's the one who bit me," said Remus dully.

"Yeah, and soon he's going to be a dead mother fucker." Sirius verily spat venom.

Greyback snarled. "Let's see you try it you nasty blood-traitor. I'm sure your family would like the bits I return to them…" He pulled Remus tighter and smirked. "Who's this boy to you?" he whispered to Remus, his breath rank.

"He's…he's my friend." Remus looked at his friend and lover; his kindred spirit and his other half. He tried to smile, but couldn't make it stay. Greyback looked from Remus to Sirius and a twisted smile marred his destroyed features.

"Ahh…your friend. Well let's see how well this friend of yours takes this…Crucio!"

Remus' knees buckled and Greyback let him fall heavily to the ground, his agonized scream tearing from his larynx and ripping Sirius' heart to shreds. Greyback let up and Remus lies motionless at his feet. The older werewolf laughed heartily and Sirius saw red.

"You fucking bastard!!"

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Author's Note: AHH!! Cliffhanger!! I'm such a horrible person. But yay-ness! I know what's going to happen next!! So any hoot, tell me what you all thought of this chapter (muwahahahaha) and review!! Gwah. Cheers!