by SnapeRulez
Chapter Two: "The Experiment"
A rustle. What was it? Where was it coming from?
Am I dreaming? Lupin wondered.
No. I´m awake.... He frowned.
Not opening his eyes, he listened harder and snifffed the air to find out where he was.
My office....the fire. The rustle is coming from the fire. Somebody must´ve lit it....
At that point, Lupin realized he wasn´t alone.
Severus......?!
Lupin´s eyes flew open. He was lying on the floor of his office, in front of a roaring fire. He stared into the flames for a brief moment, feeling a rush of surprise that he was apparently still alive.
He turned around slowly. Snape was sitting on a chair a few yards away, smirking at him.
"Had enough Beauty Sleep?" he said, in what Lupin thought had probably been intended to be a sneering voice, but it didn´t sound like a sneer at all.
Lupin pulled himself up into a sitting position. He felt weak. Very weak. And there was something else. Something was wrong.......something was definitly wrong. And suddenly, he froze. His head jerked towards the window. Lupin gasped.
br> The moon. The full moon was up and towering over him. But he was still himself. No fangs, no four legs, no fur, no nothing. He took a deep breath. He didn´t even feel the wolf inside of him. Lupin felt akward. He looked back at Snape. He was wearing an expression Lupin had never seen on his face before.
It looked oddly like........happiness. It was as if he was trying hard not to grin broadly, and he didn´t really manage to keep his face straight.
Snape noticed his uncharacteristical behaviour, too, apparently, because his expression became serious and he said: "Took me ages to develop it."
"What?" Lupin asked, although he did have a very good idea of what the answer would be.
"The potion." The arrogant smirk was back in its place. And with these last words, Lupin understood.
"How nice of you to ask me for my permission before using me as your guinea-pig."
Snape´s smirk vanished. The loathing returned to his eyes in an instant.
"Scientific developments don´t need anybody´s permission," he hissed.
"That´s what you call it?" Lupin felt anger burn inside of him.
"You wouldn´t have agreed if I had asked you anyway."
"How do you know ? You didn´t even try!"
Lupin glared at Snape, and raising his voice, he added:
"You could have killed me! Well, that would´ve been be a nice little side-effect for you, right?" He felt anger beyond of what he had thought was possible.
Snape got to his feet.
"I was sure it wouldn´t harm you in any way! Well, obviously I was right not to ask, because your first thought would´ve been that I simply wanted to poison you!" he shouted. His voice echoed around the office.
"Oh, and of course your intentions were, well, 'to help me', right?"
Snape smirked. "Well, you´re the only werewolf around..."
Lupin stared. He gulped hard. He forced himself -it took all his might- to remain calm, and slightly trembling with rage he finally managed to say:
"Get out." And in a menacing voice, he added: "Just get out. NOW."
Snape looked at him for a moment, his eyes glittering dangerously. Then he turned and swept out of Lupin´s office.