The one where Remus mentions he's on speed
'Remus J Lupin!'
He stopped in his tracks, his shoulders hunching and his eyes downcast. 'Uh, yes Helena?'
'What are you doing, Remus?' her voice was soft, but he knew it was just the eye of the storm, so to speak. 'You can't keep going out every night like this! There is still danger lurking at every corner. You know how much I care for you, maybe even love you. I can't bear to see you keep risking your life like this.' She moved over to him and straightened a rogue strand of hair. 'Why don't you choose a subject less risky?'
'You can't ask me to do that.' He mumbled.
'I know, I know.' She kissed his jaw line softly. 'But maybe I can persuade you to stay in tonight.'
Remus shook her off him. 'I'm sorry Helena. I really have to go. Maybe tomorrow night?'
They both knew that he would not stay away from the thrill he got when he hunted the next night. Unfortunately for Helena, it went further than just his animal instincts. He always felt like he was betraying Lily when he slept with his girlfriend, which was not a good way to feel when he was supposed to be showing her undying affection. He had already given his heart to Lily and he felt like he would never lose the feeling.
'Tomorrow night.' She repeated, her eyelashes lowered over her eyes. There was an air of resignation about her and Remus could not stand it.
He crushed his lips against hers and whispered in a voice hoarse with emotion: 'I'll do my best to come back to you.'
Helena nodded and turned her head away from him. 'Go, Remus.'
Remus went.
'There is supposed to be a meeting for Death Eaters tonight. Are you up to it?'
Severus grunted. Of course he was up to it. What was with the werewolf and asking him things a thousand times? 'Are you up to it?' He shot back, slipping his wand into his pocket. 'You and your lady friend seemed to be having a touch of bother back at her house.'
Remus glared at him. 'It is none of your business.'
'It is my business. I don't want to be dragging your sorry, dead, ass back to her, only to have her burn it in a satanic ritual.'
He grinned grudgingly. 'She's just a little upset over all the time I've been spending trying to get these bloody Death Eaters.'
'No one said it would be easy,' Snape said, but moved on. 'So, what is she like, this girl of yours?'
'Helena? She's really sweet. Knows I'm a werewolf and everything. She made me go to a Muggle psych...psych...ah, I don't know what he was called, but she made me go to a guy who prescribed me some drug. An anti-depressant or something.' Remus shook his head. 'I don't like it all that much, but she puts it in my food if I don't take the pills.'
'Like a dog.' Severus commented.
If he had planned on saying anything else after that, it was completely forgotten as a voice shouted into the crisp, night air: "Morsmorde!"
A shiver went through Snape and Remus had to put a hand on his shoulder. After a brief flutter of emotions on Snape's face, he returned to his normal, blank expression. 'The reflex is still strong.'
Remus nodded, not fully understanding what he meant by that but glad that Snape had not leapt out from their hiding place, stripped off his clothes with relish and started singing some ancient evil theme song. He had to stifle the snigger produced by this thought.
The skull in the sky was still bright as they carefully worked their way to the group huddling pathetically around the fire. They all wore their Death Eater costumes, but not with the same amount of pride as before the collapse of Voldemort. Remus felt a small inkling of pity, but not enough to stop him from using the Locomotor Mortis charm on several of them before they even noticed him.
Snape Stunned the rest of them and they both went around, taking off the silver masks. Remus called over his shoulder, 'Anyone you know?'
'Yeah, a few.' He replied. Snape chewed his lower lip thoughtfully.
'What is it?'
'I just have a strange feeling about this.' Severus knelt by one of the unconscious men, one he had recognised. He revived him, but made bonds appear on his hands and ankles. 'Chalmer, I thought you had been under the Imperious Curse.' His voice made it clear that he had not been fooled in the slightest. 'Who are you working for?'
'Snape, this is beginning to sound like a bad Muggle movie...' Remus began, but Snape stopped him.
'Don't keep us in suspense, Chalmer.' He grabbed the man's collar, making it hard for him to breathe.
'I'm not going to tell you! She would kill me!' He gasped.
'What makes you think we won't kill you for not telling us?' Snape snarled. 'You've already given away something so you might as well spill the lot.'
'I will not betray my Lord's Lady like that,' said Chalmer with the utmost dignity.
In a swift movement, he chewed on the head of a button on his Death Eater's robe and gave a strangled sound before laying limp in Severus' arms. He dumped him on the ground with distaste. Remus raised an eyebrow in a silent question.
'We were equipped with small beads filled with poison in cases like these. I suppose it is still a tradition carried on. Chalmer did tell us something, though. We need to find out who Voldemort's Lady was.'
'Why do you think these Death Eaters were here tonight?' Remus asked as he began rolling the bodies to the side for the Ministry.
'Any number of reasons. They could be trying to keep the fear of the Dark Lord alive or they could just be having a meeting to decide what to do.'
'What if they were protecting the Lady herself?'
'Then I think we need to track down this mysterious mistress,' Snape shivered and burrowed further into his cloak. 'First though, we get smashed.'
They both walked back the village without turning back.
Author's Note: Is it just me or are these guys getting smashed a lot? Anyway, thanks to Iselin, and I know that Snape is a little off, but it should be only a momentary lapse in being a bastard!
