Warning: This story does have yaoi in it and if you don't like seeing two
males make love don't read it. Fair enough warning. (Not so important) this
is a-what-if story and my own crazy twist on OotP the 5th book. It's a very
crazy twist.
AN: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters that reside within the book. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I only have fun with them. Thanx to all of you who reviewed that is greatly appreciated. It took a long time for me to get this chappie us so I hope it is good.
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SWEET CONTROL
Remus had never felt quite this scared in a long time and it was really a long time ago. The last time he had felt a fear like this was when James and Lily had died and he thought it had been Sirius that had went traitor and gave away there hiding place in Gordric's Hollow. Remus now found himself in the clutches of their biggest enemy's followers, the Death Eaters. It had all happened so quickly that Remus was still reeling from the attack.
Now they were flying high over England and Remus had realized that they had been flying for some time now and nothing had been said to him, not even a jibe to his pride, not that he didn't mind that. It was just eerily quiet all except for the wind whistling by his ears and whipping his long bangs about his face, he could even feel his small ponytail fluttering wildly behind him.
Malfoy had placed Remus in front of him for obvious reason and Remus couldn't help but feel uncomfortable about the whole thing. Remus was still bound at the wrists and ankles not that that mattered though. He wasn't about to jump off the damned broom any time soon.
Remus almost lost his balance when the broom he was situated on began to descend toward the much-wanted earth beneath them. Remus would have felt ecstatic if it wasn't for the fact that he was in deeper trouble than Harry could get into in 3 weeks. Remus dully noted that they were descending towards a rather bleak looking forest. A lot of the trees were dead and their branches twisted into odd angles, there was a thick layer of fog rolling around on the floor of the forest and the only thing living was the fir trees and pines. Remus didn't even see any animals moving about. "Is it giving you the jeebies werewolf? I thought something like you would love a place like this." Malfoy finally spoke up with a sharp bark of laughter to follow.
Remus snarled wolfishly at Malfoy and jerked his head beck sharply so it collided with Malfoy's face. Malfoy gave a cry of pain and the broom lurched forward, which in turn pitched a startled Remus the rest of the way to the ground. Malfoy landed on the ground with a heavy thud right after Remus did.
This kind of fall was meant piddle and crap to Remus. He was a werewolf after all and he could withstand quite a bit of pain. This had felt a little shocking to the system but otherwise it was like falling off a bike. Malfoy on the other hand was moaning and rolling around in what looked like a great amount of pain for him. Remus took the opportunity to snap the bonds with his wand, which he had hidden in his sleeve and with a flash of light he was on his feet and making a break for freedom.
Remus heard Malfoy scramble to his feet and start yelling, "Don't just stand there get that damned werewolf back we are to close to let him escape now!" but Remus was not about to comply to his wishes and kept running through the woods. Remus decided that he would stand more of a chance if he transformed and let Moony pick his way through this foggy mess. Remus howled as his body changed in mid run and he fell to the cold, relentless ground beneath him. He writhed and shook as fir sprung forth and his face elongated and reshaped itself to that of a wolf's face. His hands and feet became paws and the sickening crunch of bones could be heard as they reformed to the shaped and structure of a wolfs body. The wolf moaned in an animalistic way and rolled painfully slow onto its feet.
Moony stood on all four paws panting from the transformation. "Hurry up and get that stupid creature before he gets away!" Yelled Malfoy in the distance and Moony's pointed, sensitive ears perked up and his head turned in the direction of his followers. Moony whined softly wanting Padfoot with him but that wasn't about to happen any time soon so he took off into the woods at unimaginable speeds. Moony twisted skilfully through the trees and used his sense of smell to pick his way effortlessly through the fog.
Moony was having great luck navigating through the opaque woods but by the sounds of it his pursuers weren't having any at all and were making noise that could rival that of an elephant stampede. Moony would have chuckled had he been human but he wasn't about to change and risked getting caught by those slime balls again. Moony panted softly as he glided through and around the trees without giving off too much noise. The werewolf was incredibly fit and agile so he had no problems what so ever. His sense of smell was keen and his eyes and ears sharp but that wasn't about to help him against an enemy that he couldn't see, hear nor smell.
Moony ended up running head long into something firm and hard. The werewolf was sent sprawling out onto his back whimpering from the collision. The wolf was about to get to his feet when he felt something cold grasp the ruff of his neck and force him back to the ground. Moony was not about to allow this and his body began to twist and his jaws snapped. Growls and yips and smothered barks of anger issued from deep within his throat and his front feet dug wildly into the ground for leverage. He wasn't getting anywhere though. This person was strong enough to hold down a werewolf.
"Easy my pet. I don't want you to hurt yourself now do I." Moony froze and ceased all noise and movement. The voice that spoke was so cold that it sent shivers up the dark creatures spine. "That's a good boy but I'm afraid for disobeying your capturers I'm going to have to take care of you myself. I hope you don't mind your new collar and muzzle." The cold voice laughed harshly and Moony knew whom it had to belong to.
Before Moony even thought of struggling a thick leather collar was snapped around his throat. "Don't even try to take it off werewolf. That collar of yours will sap your energy if you try to take it off." And Moony snarled like a rabid animal. He saw a flash of the muzzle as it was fastened around his jaw. It was heavy and hurt when the straps were pulled to keep it on. His paw came up and he was instantly burned. The werewolf howled in pain and pulled his paw back in shock.
"Amusing aren't you. The leather must have blocked the smell of the silver. And look where it got you now you hurt yourself. The reason you didn't feel the silver on your muzzle was because there is leather separating it from your flesh. It will only make you uncomfortable and hurt you if you try to remove it." He finished with a sharp, chilling laugh. Moony snarled as he looked up into the face of Lord Voldemort.
"Welcome to your new home and master." He chuckled darkly and if Moony could he would have ran long ago, but Voldemort was holding a chain that was attached to his blasted collar. So he settled for snarling madly at the pale, snake like man. At that time the Death Eaters chose to appear from the depth os the fog covered forest. "You failed to bring him directly to me, you simpletons! I had to come and get him myself and I don't like that." Voldemort growled and the Death Eaters stopped dead in their tracks.
At least that knocked their self-absorbed pride down a few pegs Moony thought bitterly. "We are terribly sorry my Lord and we promise it won't get away again." Malfoy muttered from where he was bowed to the ground in some sort of twisted respect and Voldemort seemed to grudgingly accept it. "You had better see to that." And with a sharp tug of the silver leash he began to walk away dragging the reluctant werewolf behind him. Moony fought him every step and Voldemort didn't seem to mind in the least. In fact for all the struggling and stubbornness Moony was putting out Voldemort seemed very little, if any at all, fazed by it. So after about a mile Moony ceased his futile struggles and allowed himself to dragged the rest of the way to wherever in seven hells he was being taken to.
"Welcome to your home werewolf." Voldemort grated out and Moony froze in place forcing Voldemort to stop in mid stride. Moony eyed the rather dilapidated old house wearily. It was rather large and it sat in the middle of a clearing in the woods, now if that didn't scream out sinister lair of the evil and psychosomatic minded. "Now, now it's not all that bad on the inside." Voldemort chuckled darkly and pulled exceptionally hard on the leash making a choking noise issue from Moony's throat.
Moony let himself be dragged into the old house but not without his disapproving growl first.
Once he was inside he had to force his yellow eyes to adjust quickly and he could see that he was in a wide vestibule. Moony felt a sharp tug on the collar and slowly followed Voldemort down a hall and up a flight of stairs. Moony's skin was tingling under his golden, silver fir and he knew something bad was about to happen. "You have put my Death Eaters through a lot of grief dear werewolf. You're incredibly intelligent I'll give you that and you're ability to change into your werewolf form is nothing short of a miracle for me. But I tire of talking to a wolf and I wish to talk to the clever trickster Remus Lupin if you don't mind."
Moony snarled grudgingly and lay down on the floor. He gave a sharp howl of pain and slowly the fir receded into his flesh and his bones snapped and popped back into the shape of a human. Soon after his paws becoming feet and hands once again and his wolfish cry of pain becoming that of a human's cry of pain. Voldemort enjoyed the sounds of anguish issuing from the pretty looking male lying on his floor. "Bring him some clothing." He said sharply just as Malfoy walked into the room, "And leave me alone to talk to him."
Malfoy hurried back and threw the clothing at Remus' moaning body and then shut the door slowly behind himself. Remus moaned softly and twitched on the floor. No matter how many times he transformed it still hurt him a hell of a lot and took off a few more days on his life. "I'm glad to see your human at last and I must say you're quite the picture." Voldemort hummed delightfully and Remus shot up into a sitting position. He then realized he was naked and tried vainly to cover himself up. He felt ashamed to be like that in front of their greatest enemy and all Voldemort could do was eye him up like a piece of meat.
"There are cloths behind you." He said plainly and Remus looked reluctantly behind himself. There lay, just a few inches from him, some cloths that looked about his size. He slowly took hold of the offered clothing and every now and then he glanced maliciously back at Voldemort. He pulled on the black cotton boxers and then the loose fitting, low rise, black cargo pants. He reached for the shirt and pulled it over his head and found out that it fit rather snugly against his abs and the rest of his upper body. The shirt in question was a dark green.
"Now don't you look good compared to those rags you use to wear?" Remus turned sharply and gaped at Voldemort. "Don't be so shock I am Lord Voldemort after all." He replied to Remus' struck stupid look. Remus then returned to scowling at the freaky looking man. "What do you want with me?" he snapped and Voldemort got up off the chair he was sitting on. "Such a obvious question for someone so smart. But I suppose you have a right to know since you will be involved in it. What I want is you, your services. Oh don't look at me like that Mr. Lupin."
Remus snarled and spat at him, "What are you talking about? My services?" and Voldemort only laughed. "Don't be stupid. We all know you are a prodigy in the dark arts and have pretty good knowledge of potions. I need, no I want your skills to make me young again. If I had my real body back then I would have the power I had when I was young and I want you to do it." Remus nearly felt a heart attack coming on.
"How dare you have the fortitude to ask me to do such an adulterous thing to the people I care about! You of all creatures should know that I would never comply to your wishes no matter how smart I was!" Remus screamed and shook with rage. "I figured you would say something like that and I am prepared to make you an offer." Remus glared at him and backed away. "I will give you back your youth and the life that you have lost to the werewolf."
Remus could have sworn that he had stopped breathing but he came to his senses and turned up his nose and turned his back on Voldemort. "I see so you're going to be difficult." Remus felt Voldemort press himself up against his backside and an arm wrap around his waist and neck. Remus struggled but stilled when Voldemort started to speak again, "I guess I will have to resort to controlling you won't I. You're an amazing creature and I would rather have you just the way you are but if I have to control your mind then that can't be help. You will do as I say even if you refuse me." Voldemort hissed into his ear.
"NO! Get your filthy, murderous hands off me!" Remus called out and struggled only to be dropped onto the floor. Remus backed away from Voldemort until his back hit the wall. "You have nowhere to run to sweet Remus so just submit to me. Imperio!" Was the last thing Remus heard before he world blacked out, but that didn't last to long.
"Get up Remus Lupin and serve your master." Voldemort's voice flitted across Remus' mind. Remus growled and pushed himself into a sitting position and slowly opened his golden eyes. Gone was the soft, tired looked and it was now replaced with a destructive, savage demeanour. He rose to his feet a wicked smiled on his face. "Drink this." Voldemort thrust a vile into his hand and he drank it without a word of complaint.
Voldemort was pleased that the sultry werewolf obeyed wordlessly. Remus made a slight noise of disgust and gasped softly. When Voldemort looked at him again the tired and worn Remus Lupin was replaced with his young, lithe and all be it sexy self. Remus' hair was bright golden honey blonde and there was a pale tan in his skin. Remus Lupin looked ready to battle.
'If he was good looking before then this is just to hot for words.' Voldemort thought as his mind fell into the gutter. He shook his head once. Twice and then glared at the stunning werewolf in front of him. "I have an assignment for you Lupin. You are to gather all the necessary ingredients for the potion that will make me the way I was before I met that little brat, Harry. Then you are to return to me. I want you to act the way you usually would around the people who have betrayed you. They will not suspect a thing. Now go and don't return until you have everything.
Remus bowed elegantly, his hair flowing around his face and his alert, sharp eyes trained on Voldemort. "Yes master. I shall not fail you unlike those simpletons you call Death Eaters." He said silkily and swept gracefully out of the room and disappeared into the gloom of the woods.
Voldemort st back down and a sinister smile spread quickly across his face. He looked up when Malfoy entered, "My Lord should you readily trust the werewolf like this? What if this is all a trick?" Voldemort stood up quickly and looked to his devoted follower, "He is trustable and a valuable asset now. He is completely under my control I saw it in his eyes and after all the eyes are the window to the soul and I own his soul now!" Voldemort laughed, "Now leave me."
"Yes my Lord." And Malfoy left still not too sure of Remus' loyalties.
Vixen-Ra: well there is another chappie. It took long enough to write though. Next one will be up if I get more reviews. Thanks for reading. Now what will happen to our poor Remus and what will Sirius do about it? Find out soon (I hope).
AN: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters that reside within the book. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I only have fun with them. Thanx to all of you who reviewed that is greatly appreciated. It took a long time for me to get this chappie us so I hope it is good.
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SWEET CONTROL
Remus had never felt quite this scared in a long time and it was really a long time ago. The last time he had felt a fear like this was when James and Lily had died and he thought it had been Sirius that had went traitor and gave away there hiding place in Gordric's Hollow. Remus now found himself in the clutches of their biggest enemy's followers, the Death Eaters. It had all happened so quickly that Remus was still reeling from the attack.
Now they were flying high over England and Remus had realized that they had been flying for some time now and nothing had been said to him, not even a jibe to his pride, not that he didn't mind that. It was just eerily quiet all except for the wind whistling by his ears and whipping his long bangs about his face, he could even feel his small ponytail fluttering wildly behind him.
Malfoy had placed Remus in front of him for obvious reason and Remus couldn't help but feel uncomfortable about the whole thing. Remus was still bound at the wrists and ankles not that that mattered though. He wasn't about to jump off the damned broom any time soon.
Remus almost lost his balance when the broom he was situated on began to descend toward the much-wanted earth beneath them. Remus would have felt ecstatic if it wasn't for the fact that he was in deeper trouble than Harry could get into in 3 weeks. Remus dully noted that they were descending towards a rather bleak looking forest. A lot of the trees were dead and their branches twisted into odd angles, there was a thick layer of fog rolling around on the floor of the forest and the only thing living was the fir trees and pines. Remus didn't even see any animals moving about. "Is it giving you the jeebies werewolf? I thought something like you would love a place like this." Malfoy finally spoke up with a sharp bark of laughter to follow.
Remus snarled wolfishly at Malfoy and jerked his head beck sharply so it collided with Malfoy's face. Malfoy gave a cry of pain and the broom lurched forward, which in turn pitched a startled Remus the rest of the way to the ground. Malfoy landed on the ground with a heavy thud right after Remus did.
This kind of fall was meant piddle and crap to Remus. He was a werewolf after all and he could withstand quite a bit of pain. This had felt a little shocking to the system but otherwise it was like falling off a bike. Malfoy on the other hand was moaning and rolling around in what looked like a great amount of pain for him. Remus took the opportunity to snap the bonds with his wand, which he had hidden in his sleeve and with a flash of light he was on his feet and making a break for freedom.
Remus heard Malfoy scramble to his feet and start yelling, "Don't just stand there get that damned werewolf back we are to close to let him escape now!" but Remus was not about to comply to his wishes and kept running through the woods. Remus decided that he would stand more of a chance if he transformed and let Moony pick his way through this foggy mess. Remus howled as his body changed in mid run and he fell to the cold, relentless ground beneath him. He writhed and shook as fir sprung forth and his face elongated and reshaped itself to that of a wolf's face. His hands and feet became paws and the sickening crunch of bones could be heard as they reformed to the shaped and structure of a wolfs body. The wolf moaned in an animalistic way and rolled painfully slow onto its feet.
Moony stood on all four paws panting from the transformation. "Hurry up and get that stupid creature before he gets away!" Yelled Malfoy in the distance and Moony's pointed, sensitive ears perked up and his head turned in the direction of his followers. Moony whined softly wanting Padfoot with him but that wasn't about to happen any time soon so he took off into the woods at unimaginable speeds. Moony twisted skilfully through the trees and used his sense of smell to pick his way effortlessly through the fog.
Moony was having great luck navigating through the opaque woods but by the sounds of it his pursuers weren't having any at all and were making noise that could rival that of an elephant stampede. Moony would have chuckled had he been human but he wasn't about to change and risked getting caught by those slime balls again. Moony panted softly as he glided through and around the trees without giving off too much noise. The werewolf was incredibly fit and agile so he had no problems what so ever. His sense of smell was keen and his eyes and ears sharp but that wasn't about to help him against an enemy that he couldn't see, hear nor smell.
Moony ended up running head long into something firm and hard. The werewolf was sent sprawling out onto his back whimpering from the collision. The wolf was about to get to his feet when he felt something cold grasp the ruff of his neck and force him back to the ground. Moony was not about to allow this and his body began to twist and his jaws snapped. Growls and yips and smothered barks of anger issued from deep within his throat and his front feet dug wildly into the ground for leverage. He wasn't getting anywhere though. This person was strong enough to hold down a werewolf.
"Easy my pet. I don't want you to hurt yourself now do I." Moony froze and ceased all noise and movement. The voice that spoke was so cold that it sent shivers up the dark creatures spine. "That's a good boy but I'm afraid for disobeying your capturers I'm going to have to take care of you myself. I hope you don't mind your new collar and muzzle." The cold voice laughed harshly and Moony knew whom it had to belong to.
Before Moony even thought of struggling a thick leather collar was snapped around his throat. "Don't even try to take it off werewolf. That collar of yours will sap your energy if you try to take it off." And Moony snarled like a rabid animal. He saw a flash of the muzzle as it was fastened around his jaw. It was heavy and hurt when the straps were pulled to keep it on. His paw came up and he was instantly burned. The werewolf howled in pain and pulled his paw back in shock.
"Amusing aren't you. The leather must have blocked the smell of the silver. And look where it got you now you hurt yourself. The reason you didn't feel the silver on your muzzle was because there is leather separating it from your flesh. It will only make you uncomfortable and hurt you if you try to remove it." He finished with a sharp, chilling laugh. Moony snarled as he looked up into the face of Lord Voldemort.
"Welcome to your new home and master." He chuckled darkly and if Moony could he would have ran long ago, but Voldemort was holding a chain that was attached to his blasted collar. So he settled for snarling madly at the pale, snake like man. At that time the Death Eaters chose to appear from the depth os the fog covered forest. "You failed to bring him directly to me, you simpletons! I had to come and get him myself and I don't like that." Voldemort growled and the Death Eaters stopped dead in their tracks.
At least that knocked their self-absorbed pride down a few pegs Moony thought bitterly. "We are terribly sorry my Lord and we promise it won't get away again." Malfoy muttered from where he was bowed to the ground in some sort of twisted respect and Voldemort seemed to grudgingly accept it. "You had better see to that." And with a sharp tug of the silver leash he began to walk away dragging the reluctant werewolf behind him. Moony fought him every step and Voldemort didn't seem to mind in the least. In fact for all the struggling and stubbornness Moony was putting out Voldemort seemed very little, if any at all, fazed by it. So after about a mile Moony ceased his futile struggles and allowed himself to dragged the rest of the way to wherever in seven hells he was being taken to.
"Welcome to your home werewolf." Voldemort grated out and Moony froze in place forcing Voldemort to stop in mid stride. Moony eyed the rather dilapidated old house wearily. It was rather large and it sat in the middle of a clearing in the woods, now if that didn't scream out sinister lair of the evil and psychosomatic minded. "Now, now it's not all that bad on the inside." Voldemort chuckled darkly and pulled exceptionally hard on the leash making a choking noise issue from Moony's throat.
Moony let himself be dragged into the old house but not without his disapproving growl first.
Once he was inside he had to force his yellow eyes to adjust quickly and he could see that he was in a wide vestibule. Moony felt a sharp tug on the collar and slowly followed Voldemort down a hall and up a flight of stairs. Moony's skin was tingling under his golden, silver fir and he knew something bad was about to happen. "You have put my Death Eaters through a lot of grief dear werewolf. You're incredibly intelligent I'll give you that and you're ability to change into your werewolf form is nothing short of a miracle for me. But I tire of talking to a wolf and I wish to talk to the clever trickster Remus Lupin if you don't mind."
Moony snarled grudgingly and lay down on the floor. He gave a sharp howl of pain and slowly the fir receded into his flesh and his bones snapped and popped back into the shape of a human. Soon after his paws becoming feet and hands once again and his wolfish cry of pain becoming that of a human's cry of pain. Voldemort enjoyed the sounds of anguish issuing from the pretty looking male lying on his floor. "Bring him some clothing." He said sharply just as Malfoy walked into the room, "And leave me alone to talk to him."
Malfoy hurried back and threw the clothing at Remus' moaning body and then shut the door slowly behind himself. Remus moaned softly and twitched on the floor. No matter how many times he transformed it still hurt him a hell of a lot and took off a few more days on his life. "I'm glad to see your human at last and I must say you're quite the picture." Voldemort hummed delightfully and Remus shot up into a sitting position. He then realized he was naked and tried vainly to cover himself up. He felt ashamed to be like that in front of their greatest enemy and all Voldemort could do was eye him up like a piece of meat.
"There are cloths behind you." He said plainly and Remus looked reluctantly behind himself. There lay, just a few inches from him, some cloths that looked about his size. He slowly took hold of the offered clothing and every now and then he glanced maliciously back at Voldemort. He pulled on the black cotton boxers and then the loose fitting, low rise, black cargo pants. He reached for the shirt and pulled it over his head and found out that it fit rather snugly against his abs and the rest of his upper body. The shirt in question was a dark green.
"Now don't you look good compared to those rags you use to wear?" Remus turned sharply and gaped at Voldemort. "Don't be so shock I am Lord Voldemort after all." He replied to Remus' struck stupid look. Remus then returned to scowling at the freaky looking man. "What do you want with me?" he snapped and Voldemort got up off the chair he was sitting on. "Such a obvious question for someone so smart. But I suppose you have a right to know since you will be involved in it. What I want is you, your services. Oh don't look at me like that Mr. Lupin."
Remus snarled and spat at him, "What are you talking about? My services?" and Voldemort only laughed. "Don't be stupid. We all know you are a prodigy in the dark arts and have pretty good knowledge of potions. I need, no I want your skills to make me young again. If I had my real body back then I would have the power I had when I was young and I want you to do it." Remus nearly felt a heart attack coming on.
"How dare you have the fortitude to ask me to do such an adulterous thing to the people I care about! You of all creatures should know that I would never comply to your wishes no matter how smart I was!" Remus screamed and shook with rage. "I figured you would say something like that and I am prepared to make you an offer." Remus glared at him and backed away. "I will give you back your youth and the life that you have lost to the werewolf."
Remus could have sworn that he had stopped breathing but he came to his senses and turned up his nose and turned his back on Voldemort. "I see so you're going to be difficult." Remus felt Voldemort press himself up against his backside and an arm wrap around his waist and neck. Remus struggled but stilled when Voldemort started to speak again, "I guess I will have to resort to controlling you won't I. You're an amazing creature and I would rather have you just the way you are but if I have to control your mind then that can't be help. You will do as I say even if you refuse me." Voldemort hissed into his ear.
"NO! Get your filthy, murderous hands off me!" Remus called out and struggled only to be dropped onto the floor. Remus backed away from Voldemort until his back hit the wall. "You have nowhere to run to sweet Remus so just submit to me. Imperio!" Was the last thing Remus heard before he world blacked out, but that didn't last to long.
"Get up Remus Lupin and serve your master." Voldemort's voice flitted across Remus' mind. Remus growled and pushed himself into a sitting position and slowly opened his golden eyes. Gone was the soft, tired looked and it was now replaced with a destructive, savage demeanour. He rose to his feet a wicked smiled on his face. "Drink this." Voldemort thrust a vile into his hand and he drank it without a word of complaint.
Voldemort was pleased that the sultry werewolf obeyed wordlessly. Remus made a slight noise of disgust and gasped softly. When Voldemort looked at him again the tired and worn Remus Lupin was replaced with his young, lithe and all be it sexy self. Remus' hair was bright golden honey blonde and there was a pale tan in his skin. Remus Lupin looked ready to battle.
'If he was good looking before then this is just to hot for words.' Voldemort thought as his mind fell into the gutter. He shook his head once. Twice and then glared at the stunning werewolf in front of him. "I have an assignment for you Lupin. You are to gather all the necessary ingredients for the potion that will make me the way I was before I met that little brat, Harry. Then you are to return to me. I want you to act the way you usually would around the people who have betrayed you. They will not suspect a thing. Now go and don't return until you have everything.
Remus bowed elegantly, his hair flowing around his face and his alert, sharp eyes trained on Voldemort. "Yes master. I shall not fail you unlike those simpletons you call Death Eaters." He said silkily and swept gracefully out of the room and disappeared into the gloom of the woods.
Voldemort st back down and a sinister smile spread quickly across his face. He looked up when Malfoy entered, "My Lord should you readily trust the werewolf like this? What if this is all a trick?" Voldemort stood up quickly and looked to his devoted follower, "He is trustable and a valuable asset now. He is completely under my control I saw it in his eyes and after all the eyes are the window to the soul and I own his soul now!" Voldemort laughed, "Now leave me."
"Yes my Lord." And Malfoy left still not too sure of Remus' loyalties.
Vixen-Ra: well there is another chappie. It took long enough to write though. Next one will be up if I get more reviews. Thanks for reading. Now what will happen to our poor Remus and what will Sirius do about it? Find out soon (I hope).