Disclaimer : There is no nakid Snape laying on my bed. As in I don't own him. Or any other Harry Potter characters, for that matter. Sucks, don't it?
"R-Remus?" The voice was familar, as was the chill that it caused. The man who spoke scared all, including the vulnerable werewolf. "Yes, Severus, something you needed?" Remus asked his ex-friend (he had very little friends at the moment).
"Remus, are you okay?"
"Fine."
"I don't belive you."
Remus looked up from his newspaper into cold, black eyes. "You shouldn't care if I'm fine or if I'm hurt, Severus. If thats all you needed, then feel free to leave." Severus merly nodded and closed the door.
Remus looked back down to his newspaper. The headline of the artical he was reading was 'Werewolf Murders Muggle Mom' No, it wasn't Remus that murdered someone. Somewhere in the artical it mentioned how all werewolfs were 'dangerous' and 'should be put into Azkaban Immdently'.
Remus wasn't like the werewolf, was he? No. Turn the page..something told him. And so Remus did, turning to the next page. He must've re-read the same sentence at least 3 times, not taking a word of it in.
Click.
The door opened again.
"Reading?"
Snake-like. Icy. Of course the voice only belonged to one person. Fear torn its way through Remus's skin, leaving scars not visable to the nakid eye. "Y-y-yes.." Slimy and ungratful. "Did you do as you were told?"
"Yes. I gave the lists of potions to be brewed to Snape, then I-" I crucio'd the three death eaters you told me to so now I'm reading because I love you but I can't take myself anymore..
"Good."
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-flashback-
"You know Remus, you can pick yourself up. You deserve better than he-who-swallows-snake-spit.."
"Nymphodora, please. I-he-he is what I really want."
"Remus, for Christ's Sake! Your only doing this because Sirius is dead! We all know how much you loved him, but you're being a fool! A fool for the taking!"
"Nymphodora-"
"Don't call me that! Remus, you know it, you just do! Why are you being so fucking STUPID!?!?"
Remus had merely shook his head and left.
-end flashback-
That was the last time he had seen Nymphodora Tonks. She was like a sister to him. Everyone he used to have as friends were like his family. He just disowned his family like some common skum. Crud on someone's shoe.
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"Dinner is read, Misser Lupin! Misser Voldemort!"
"Thank you, Roxy. Comming, Lupin?"
"Yes.."
Remus stood and followed Voldemort out of the small study and into the large dinning room. Voldemort sat at one end of the long table and Remus at the other. They never sat beside each other.
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-flashback-
"Oh Sirius, please tell me that whatever is on my plate is just a fake-out dinner, and that you really ordered some pizza or something?"
"What, Remus, don't you love my cooking?"
"I'd love it more if it wasn't trying to crawl off of my plate.."
Sirius laughed and sat down beside Remus, placing an arm around his small waist.
-end flashback-
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The dinners Remus had with Voldemort were nothing of the sort. It was all quiet, with fancy foods with names Remus couldn't pronouce.
"Enjoying dinner?"
"Of course."
I just can't take myself anymore.