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* * * chapter 2
Severus mentally prepared himself for his return to the past. His hands were shaking nervously, his eyes were burning with sleep, his stomach was fluttering with feisty butterflies. The dark haired man sank to his bed, one hand sprawled across his forehead. He wanted to do nothing other than deny his duty fate. Going to the past would have repercussions that would reflect his contempt for Sirius and Remus. At the thought of the last person, Severus mentally smacked himself. How could he act the same around Remus when he knew what Remus was? When he.he knew what would become of their relationship? When he knew that Sirius Black would come in between in them and corrupt any chance of being more than friends?
Severus was not looking forward to going. How could he hide what he had so desperately sought to ignore; for nearly twenty years. When Remus had returned to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Severus was crushed and then...that mocking Black had showed up and once again ruined all hope of a relationship. Even though Black was dating Potter, Severus knew that the two were still attracted to one another. He wouldn't be shocked if the three had a menage a trois.
Severus stared at the bubbling potion that was almost finished; a few more minutes. It would entertaining to see Lucius as a teenager again, even that annoying git Potter Sr. The Potions Master quirked his lips as he stared at his reflection. To be young again... Not that his mind had ever been one with his age but his body would be that of sixteen year old youths. Severus heard the door to his chambers open. He wasn't surprised to see Remus. "Lupin," he acknowledged the other man.
Remus smiled at Severus. "Albus told me you wouldn't like to have any visitors. That you would want to leave without saying goodbyes. I, however, cannot let that happen." Severus snorted, filling a vial with the green smoking liquid. Remus wasn't phased. "Good bye Severus and good luck. You'll be gone a month?"
"We've already went over the details with Albus yesterday. What is that you really want?" Severus asked, pausing in his administrations to his potion.
Remus shrugged. "Nothing. I'll leave you. Severus....please don't hate Sirius too much. I know that with the Shrieking Shack incident, you'll have much more resentment for him that you normally would at that time. Well, see you later Severus."
Severus watched him leave, confused. He could sense that the wolf wanted to tell him more but why was he remaining silent? Severus took a deep breath, the contents of the potion now ready for consumption. Without a moments hesitation, he tipped the vial into his mouth and swallowed the Displacement spell. The minute the last drop reached his tongue, he vanished.
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"Severus!" a voice drawled in an annoyed fashion. Severus's eyes snapped open and he was almost nose to nose with Lucius. A young Lucius. Now this was the Lucius that Severus used to have wetdreams about when he was a hormone-ridden teenager...well...before Remus came into his life. Silver- blonde hair cascaded to Lucius's elbows, the slate grey eyes were detached yet held a miniscule amount of warmth as he gazed at his oldest friend. "What the hell happened to you? One minute you were screaming and tossing and now your staring at me like I've grown another head."
Severus jumped from the bed, onyx orbs taking in his surroundings. He'd forgotten how much he cherished his time at Hogwarts. The Slytherin dormitory room was just as he rememberd. His bed was scooted, almost joined, with Lucius. The other two boys who shared the room were gone and Severus vaguely recalled it was Crabbe and Goyle. Severus glanced at Lucius who was sprawled on his back, legs bent at the knees and his arms tucked behind his head. Oh...that was right. Lucius had nightmares and had asked for Severus to sleep closer. A small smile curled his lips. Lucius looked so vulnerable and innocent. Lucius was still regarding him with that puzzled expression. "I dont know what your talking about," he said, shocked that the voice was his. His voice had always been deep but years had given him a silken even seductive voice. Now, it was deep but was in the midst of becoming the monotonous tone. Curiousity fueled him as he went to the door length mirror near Lucius's and his side of the room. He raised a delicate brow. He'd forgotten that he was ~actually~ handsome when he was younger.
"Something is definitely wrong with you Sevvy," Lucius rose and stretched like a cat, slinking towards Severus and the mirror. "Your always complaining about me and my vanity. Looks as if you are finally developing Malfoy traits. Hanging around me has changed you for the better my dear Severus." Lucius grabbed a brush, taking it to Severus's hair. Severus's grin widened. His hair wasn't as greasy as it was in the present and was even soft. Severus closed his eyes, relishing in the intense bliss radiating through his entire body as his longtime friend brushed his hair. It was amazing to see Lucius so unguarded and for not the first nor last time, Severus cursed Voldemort. He had made Lucius into the uncaring bastard of present. An odd sound reached Severus's ears and he realised he was...purring? Lucius chuckled. "You never let me brush your hair. What ~is~ wrong with you, lovely?"
Severus cursed himself for not remembering all the details. "Maybe I had a change of heart." Lucius rolled his eyes, setting the turtle shell brush onto the table. He then set his chin on Severus's shoulder, arms wrapping around him from behind. Severus shivered. God, if felt good to be in his arms again. It had been too long.
Lucius nipped at his neck, leaving a little bruise the size of a the tip of his pinky. "You tell Lupin you got that from me. Make him jealous." Lucuis winked, slipping his robes on. Severus blinked at Lucius. He had no recollection of this happening. He didn't know that Lucius knew about Lupin. Severus stopped a groan. There for only several minutes and already messing up the timeline. "I'm afraid I have to leave you, lovely. I have a date with angel." Lucius pecked Severus's cheek, waving over his shoulder as he exited the room.
"What I have done?" Severus mumbled to himself as he too took his leave. So far, there was one change. Lucius knowing about his feelings for Remus. How would this affect ~his~ time? Would Lucius accuse him of philanthroping with the enemy when he returned? Severus knew he would miss this side of Lucius. He heavy-heartedly made his way towards the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Sev!" Severus's heart paused in its beating as it refound its proper pulse. He whipped around to see a young version of Remus, the amber orbs sparkling with warmth and kindess. The light chesnut brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, uneven bangs jutting from various directions. The teenage Remus cocked his head to the side. "Are you alright? You look as if you've seen a basilik." Immediately concerned, Remus placed a hand on Severus's arm, frowning when the dark haired Slythering flinched from his touched.
"I'm fine. What are you doing here?" Severus asked, noting that Black nor Potter was with Remus. It was usually the dream team, also known was the Marauders. He missed the pain that flitted across the beautiful face.
"You promised you'd help me with my herbology essay," Remus reminded him seemingly uncaring about the harshness of Severus's voice. "If you want to postpone it until later, that'll be okay. Dumbledore gave me a pass to the restricted section for search for..ah...some things so it shouldn't be too difficult getting in there." Severus knew what those 'things' were; his lycanthropy.
"Its alright," Severus tried his best to make his voice sound nonchalant but how could he when the object of his hearts desire was only a few inhces from himself? How easy it would be to just shove Remus against the wall and plunder that deliciously shaped mouth of his. No, he couldn't do that. It would change the future of this time too much. The entire Shrieking Shack incident might never occur, Black going to Azkaban, even Voldemort being resurrected.
Severus tucked some of his chin length hair to behind his ear as they made their way to the library. Remus gave a tiny gasp. "You were bit by something," he said, pointing at the bite mark that Lucius had so graciously given him. "You should get Pomfrey to check it out."
"That wont be necessary," Severus stated coldly. "It isn't from an animal."
Remus turned bright pink with embarrassment to pale with jealously. "Oh... Was it Lucius then?" Severus nodded, hand unconciously going to his neck. That only seemed to further pique Remus's envy and dissappointment. Remus smiled at Madam Pince, the ancient librarian, as he and Remus went to the far tables near the restricted section. Severus was silent. "Severus, you're acting like your mad at me," Remus stated softly, averting his eyes from Severus's.
"Lupin-"
Remus's eyes misted with unshed tears. "You haven't called me Lupin since...since we hated each other. What have I done?" Remus plucked at the hem of his robes nervously. Severus had never seen Remus so..broken. Memories floated to Severus and he recalled that during the times they were friends...he hadn't acted cold to Remus.
"Remus," Severus stumbled over the name, "I am sorry for being so abrupt with you. I have alot on my mind, thats all. As for this hickey, Lucius didn't mean it as anything other than a friendly bite. Lucius gets that way." Severus shrugged, clearing the matter. Which, that was true even in his time.
Remus gave a smile that filled his entire face. "Its okay. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I thought you might have been doubting our..our friendship."
"Never," Severus said a little more fiercely than he should have for Remus raised a brow at him, that grin not wavering in its splendor. "I'll find a book on..." He glanced at the paper on the desk. "Mistletoe." Severus had remembered this particular assignment. Black and Potter had used a spell to whoever was underneath the mistletoe would be unable to control their er...bodies reactions. Unfortunately, Severus had been the brunt of that joke. He frowned. It would be a few weeks. He felt a warm hand on his, heart pacing.
"Thank you. With Professor Rose giving me all that Potions homework, I'm afraid I haven't had time to spend on this assignment. Why is that she hates me?" Remus asked rhetorically, taking his hand from Severus's. "I'll start in the herbology section. There might be something in the resticted section, you try there. Have you finished your essay?" Remus asked, turning a corner but clearly still in hearing range. Of course, given that he was a werewolf, his hearing was sharper than normal humans.
Had he finished it? "Yes." A question was gnawing at Severus, one he'd always wanted to know but was too scared to ask the Remus of his time. Oppuruntiy was presenting itself. "Why'd you get mad when I told you it was Lucius who gave me the hickey?"
Remus was quiet for a few minutes before his soft voice came to Severus, "I dont know." Trust Remus to tell the truth. Severus wasn't surprised by the answer either. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason. Ah, here it is." Severus came from the restricted section, book in hand. Remus sank onto one of the chairs, quill in hand. "Mistletoe was commingly used as-" Severus explained Mistletoe to Remus, all the while unable to wrench his eyes from the beautiful boy beside him.
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* * * chapter 2
Severus mentally prepared himself for his return to the past. His hands were shaking nervously, his eyes were burning with sleep, his stomach was fluttering with feisty butterflies. The dark haired man sank to his bed, one hand sprawled across his forehead. He wanted to do nothing other than deny his duty fate. Going to the past would have repercussions that would reflect his contempt for Sirius and Remus. At the thought of the last person, Severus mentally smacked himself. How could he act the same around Remus when he knew what Remus was? When he.he knew what would become of their relationship? When he knew that Sirius Black would come in between in them and corrupt any chance of being more than friends?
Severus was not looking forward to going. How could he hide what he had so desperately sought to ignore; for nearly twenty years. When Remus had returned to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Severus was crushed and then...that mocking Black had showed up and once again ruined all hope of a relationship. Even though Black was dating Potter, Severus knew that the two were still attracted to one another. He wouldn't be shocked if the three had a menage a trois.
Severus stared at the bubbling potion that was almost finished; a few more minutes. It would entertaining to see Lucius as a teenager again, even that annoying git Potter Sr. The Potions Master quirked his lips as he stared at his reflection. To be young again... Not that his mind had ever been one with his age but his body would be that of sixteen year old youths. Severus heard the door to his chambers open. He wasn't surprised to see Remus. "Lupin," he acknowledged the other man.
Remus smiled at Severus. "Albus told me you wouldn't like to have any visitors. That you would want to leave without saying goodbyes. I, however, cannot let that happen." Severus snorted, filling a vial with the green smoking liquid. Remus wasn't phased. "Good bye Severus and good luck. You'll be gone a month?"
"We've already went over the details with Albus yesterday. What is that you really want?" Severus asked, pausing in his administrations to his potion.
Remus shrugged. "Nothing. I'll leave you. Severus....please don't hate Sirius too much. I know that with the Shrieking Shack incident, you'll have much more resentment for him that you normally would at that time. Well, see you later Severus."
Severus watched him leave, confused. He could sense that the wolf wanted to tell him more but why was he remaining silent? Severus took a deep breath, the contents of the potion now ready for consumption. Without a moments hesitation, he tipped the vial into his mouth and swallowed the Displacement spell. The minute the last drop reached his tongue, he vanished.
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"Severus!" a voice drawled in an annoyed fashion. Severus's eyes snapped open and he was almost nose to nose with Lucius. A young Lucius. Now this was the Lucius that Severus used to have wetdreams about when he was a hormone-ridden teenager...well...before Remus came into his life. Silver- blonde hair cascaded to Lucius's elbows, the slate grey eyes were detached yet held a miniscule amount of warmth as he gazed at his oldest friend. "What the hell happened to you? One minute you were screaming and tossing and now your staring at me like I've grown another head."
Severus jumped from the bed, onyx orbs taking in his surroundings. He'd forgotten how much he cherished his time at Hogwarts. The Slytherin dormitory room was just as he rememberd. His bed was scooted, almost joined, with Lucius. The other two boys who shared the room were gone and Severus vaguely recalled it was Crabbe and Goyle. Severus glanced at Lucius who was sprawled on his back, legs bent at the knees and his arms tucked behind his head. Oh...that was right. Lucius had nightmares and had asked for Severus to sleep closer. A small smile curled his lips. Lucius looked so vulnerable and innocent. Lucius was still regarding him with that puzzled expression. "I dont know what your talking about," he said, shocked that the voice was his. His voice had always been deep but years had given him a silken even seductive voice. Now, it was deep but was in the midst of becoming the monotonous tone. Curiousity fueled him as he went to the door length mirror near Lucius's and his side of the room. He raised a delicate brow. He'd forgotten that he was ~actually~ handsome when he was younger.
"Something is definitely wrong with you Sevvy," Lucius rose and stretched like a cat, slinking towards Severus and the mirror. "Your always complaining about me and my vanity. Looks as if you are finally developing Malfoy traits. Hanging around me has changed you for the better my dear Severus." Lucius grabbed a brush, taking it to Severus's hair. Severus's grin widened. His hair wasn't as greasy as it was in the present and was even soft. Severus closed his eyes, relishing in the intense bliss radiating through his entire body as his longtime friend brushed his hair. It was amazing to see Lucius so unguarded and for not the first nor last time, Severus cursed Voldemort. He had made Lucius into the uncaring bastard of present. An odd sound reached Severus's ears and he realised he was...purring? Lucius chuckled. "You never let me brush your hair. What ~is~ wrong with you, lovely?"
Severus cursed himself for not remembering all the details. "Maybe I had a change of heart." Lucius rolled his eyes, setting the turtle shell brush onto the table. He then set his chin on Severus's shoulder, arms wrapping around him from behind. Severus shivered. God, if felt good to be in his arms again. It had been too long.
Lucius nipped at his neck, leaving a little bruise the size of a the tip of his pinky. "You tell Lupin you got that from me. Make him jealous." Lucuis winked, slipping his robes on. Severus blinked at Lucius. He had no recollection of this happening. He didn't know that Lucius knew about Lupin. Severus stopped a groan. There for only several minutes and already messing up the timeline. "I'm afraid I have to leave you, lovely. I have a date with angel." Lucius pecked Severus's cheek, waving over his shoulder as he exited the room.
"What I have done?" Severus mumbled to himself as he too took his leave. So far, there was one change. Lucius knowing about his feelings for Remus. How would this affect ~his~ time? Would Lucius accuse him of philanthroping with the enemy when he returned? Severus knew he would miss this side of Lucius. He heavy-heartedly made his way towards the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Sev!" Severus's heart paused in its beating as it refound its proper pulse. He whipped around to see a young version of Remus, the amber orbs sparkling with warmth and kindess. The light chesnut brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, uneven bangs jutting from various directions. The teenage Remus cocked his head to the side. "Are you alright? You look as if you've seen a basilik." Immediately concerned, Remus placed a hand on Severus's arm, frowning when the dark haired Slythering flinched from his touched.
"I'm fine. What are you doing here?" Severus asked, noting that Black nor Potter was with Remus. It was usually the dream team, also known was the Marauders. He missed the pain that flitted across the beautiful face.
"You promised you'd help me with my herbology essay," Remus reminded him seemingly uncaring about the harshness of Severus's voice. "If you want to postpone it until later, that'll be okay. Dumbledore gave me a pass to the restricted section for search for..ah...some things so it shouldn't be too difficult getting in there." Severus knew what those 'things' were; his lycanthropy.
"Its alright," Severus tried his best to make his voice sound nonchalant but how could he when the object of his hearts desire was only a few inhces from himself? How easy it would be to just shove Remus against the wall and plunder that deliciously shaped mouth of his. No, he couldn't do that. It would change the future of this time too much. The entire Shrieking Shack incident might never occur, Black going to Azkaban, even Voldemort being resurrected.
Severus tucked some of his chin length hair to behind his ear as they made their way to the library. Remus gave a tiny gasp. "You were bit by something," he said, pointing at the bite mark that Lucius had so graciously given him. "You should get Pomfrey to check it out."
"That wont be necessary," Severus stated coldly. "It isn't from an animal."
Remus turned bright pink with embarrassment to pale with jealously. "Oh... Was it Lucius then?" Severus nodded, hand unconciously going to his neck. That only seemed to further pique Remus's envy and dissappointment. Remus smiled at Madam Pince, the ancient librarian, as he and Remus went to the far tables near the restricted section. Severus was silent. "Severus, you're acting like your mad at me," Remus stated softly, averting his eyes from Severus's.
"Lupin-"
Remus's eyes misted with unshed tears. "You haven't called me Lupin since...since we hated each other. What have I done?" Remus plucked at the hem of his robes nervously. Severus had never seen Remus so..broken. Memories floated to Severus and he recalled that during the times they were friends...he hadn't acted cold to Remus.
"Remus," Severus stumbled over the name, "I am sorry for being so abrupt with you. I have alot on my mind, thats all. As for this hickey, Lucius didn't mean it as anything other than a friendly bite. Lucius gets that way." Severus shrugged, clearing the matter. Which, that was true even in his time.
Remus gave a smile that filled his entire face. "Its okay. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I thought you might have been doubting our..our friendship."
"Never," Severus said a little more fiercely than he should have for Remus raised a brow at him, that grin not wavering in its splendor. "I'll find a book on..." He glanced at the paper on the desk. "Mistletoe." Severus had remembered this particular assignment. Black and Potter had used a spell to whoever was underneath the mistletoe would be unable to control their er...bodies reactions. Unfortunately, Severus had been the brunt of that joke. He frowned. It would be a few weeks. He felt a warm hand on his, heart pacing.
"Thank you. With Professor Rose giving me all that Potions homework, I'm afraid I haven't had time to spend on this assignment. Why is that she hates me?" Remus asked rhetorically, taking his hand from Severus's. "I'll start in the herbology section. There might be something in the resticted section, you try there. Have you finished your essay?" Remus asked, turning a corner but clearly still in hearing range. Of course, given that he was a werewolf, his hearing was sharper than normal humans.
Had he finished it? "Yes." A question was gnawing at Severus, one he'd always wanted to know but was too scared to ask the Remus of his time. Oppuruntiy was presenting itself. "Why'd you get mad when I told you it was Lucius who gave me the hickey?"
Remus was quiet for a few minutes before his soft voice came to Severus, "I dont know." Trust Remus to tell the truth. Severus wasn't surprised by the answer either. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason. Ah, here it is." Severus came from the restricted section, book in hand. Remus sank onto one of the chairs, quill in hand. "Mistletoe was commingly used as-" Severus explained Mistletoe to Remus, all the while unable to wrench his eyes from the beautiful boy beside him.
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