Smile

Forest Glenny

PG 13

Disclaimer: I am Captain Obvious, and sadly, I don't own him either.

Notes: This chappie is a little longer. I'm sorry that the theme is a little spotty, but this one sort of talks about frowning a lot. ^.^;; I am unable to keep a theme. Thank you to my reviewers. I hope the pairing becomes incredibly obvious in this chapter.

III.

I can't believe that he's here. I can't possibly believe that he's here and breathing and ohmygod my brain refuses to operate.

I am running from my office and pounding down the stairs the whole castle must now be awake. And Harry - oh god he's in danger.

Out across the cloudy star spangled lawn and down past the greenhouses and now for the willow. I smile sardonically, so many memories of one stupid tree, whipping back and forth and I jab at the knot with a long branch. Duck through the branches as it stands patiently, admitting me to two of my darkest secrets.

He's innocent! screams my mind as I run crouched through the tunnel but I beat it back down, into submission. Frowning, there is no time to deal with that now. Hm.. something I've forgotten? What could it be?

Then I am down down up up up into the room dusty of my memories, and a smooth shiny stripe leads me straight to him - them, them I insist because his smiles are dancing before me again, in all their variagated splendor.

Up here shouts a voice and I rush up stairs creaky from age. And when I dare look around this curtained bedroom what first I notice is his eyes. I'm not even looking at him but I can feel those twin midnight pools boring into me. It's the I'm undressing you with my eyes smile but now it's more tired sad and I can't watch to see if it will truly reach his mouth.

Then we are all talking and Harry and his friends look a little put out, a little suspicions confirmed, and somethings are said that I can't really recall. But then I'm deep in his eyes an accident an accident I swear but don't want to look away. This is home and I say something and then he is in my arms, insubstansial and skin almost gossamer from abuse and neglect. Even if no human has accepted it I am not all human and my wolf heart has and I know he is innocent, I know he is still my own.

And more indignance and indignity follows and I know now that this is indeed Their son. Severus even cannot disturb the flow of these events. I hide a grin that is fully played on my love's face when the slimeball is knocked unconcious by a simple dueling trick gone awry.

So so hard to take isn't it, that rat really is Peter, and my hand is stayed, I will not become a murderer because Harry knows that he is not worth it. But all those memories... I will go insane if I survive this.

And then finally an apology is granted and this little boy can't possibly know how much one slight nod can mean to a too young to be old convict and a too old to be young outcast. When he thinks they aren't looking he turns his brilliant smile on me, so god I'm happy and I can't believe I'm here, now, allowed to do this. I smile back, and maybe it reminisces of those sweet mornings in London, when I am barely awakened from sweet dreams to a saccharine reality.

He wants to touch me again I can tell but he knows he mustn't, not here anyway. But the few already traded- the embrace, his fingers brushing my robes so lightly am I welcome here? as he freed me from Severus' bonds. And we brush again, positively beam but as dimly as we can, as we prepare to leave this house haunted by nothing but too many memories.

Now I am out in front and the traitor who destroyed my whole life and his and theirs... he is chained to my leg , as I was chained to his memory mere hours ago. And my mate for he truly is and ever will be is in back, his happy chatter once again filling my ears.

We can't touch this far apart but his eyes on me... he's undressing me again, running his hands over much abused skin, wondering what new scars he'll find there. Maybe Dumbledore will let him stay with me tonight? He's known about us longer than I-

I remember now, what I forgot. Oh lord. Not now... please, not when every-

But too late...

human... blood beating.... run! forest! you are free and your mate captive mate is close at hand.

plunge off into the forest, wrestled there by fur like darkest shadows and bones shaped in a familliar form. muzzle against muzzle, wolf smile kiss, claim him again! beating blood. make him say you're his and he's yours, once again.

blood! blood you taste him on you and this is holy, sacred, a rite reserved for the chosen few.

then fear, fear drives you to run even away from this sacred being. a scream but you know not to go that way.

but you want him oh! cry because I know we won't have him in the morning. His smile will be gone from my power and I can barely cry.

fin.

9 May 03

typed 14 May 03

edited 15 May 03

Dang! That part where the wolf is talking was so hard to write, because I'm such a caps freak. But in my mind, the wolf always talks in all lower case letters. Review please! I have such nice and helpful reviewers...