Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are J.K.Rowling's creation. I just corrupt them to my fancy.
Rating: M just to be safe due to mature themes
Summery: A story of love loss pain and revenge, how far will Remus go to find his true love? Slash which is a male&male relationship. If you do not like do not read. Major spoilers for OotP and spoilers for PoA & GoF
A/N: My first fic and I hope you like it.
Chapter 3
When he arrived home he cleared his desk of the previous night's mess and placed the book gently on it. He went into the kitchen to brew a fresh pot tea and see if he could scrape together a bite to eat. Not finding anything substantial to eat he placed the chocolate frog and Twiglets on the tray along with the tea. Once in his study he sat down and ate the chocolate frog before diving into this hopeful tome. His hope started to wane the first chapters were just rehashing what he already knew. As he ripped open the flavor challenged Twiglets he saw a passage that caught his eye.
"The wolf is a cunning, intelligent creature, capable of out thinking hunters. It can teach you how to read the signs of nature in everything, how to pass danger invisibly, how to outwit those who would wish you harm, and how to fight when needed."
Remus was intrigued that this culture had revered the wolf instead of feared it.
"His body is one of the most powerful amulets: his skull, put near the house door will keep away other wolves and thieves; his tail and teeth protects from witchcraft. In the old days, when wolves were still common, they would leave a dead wolf in front of the house of the enemy as a warning ; epilepsy can be cured by eating three crow hearts and one wolf heart, with some particular magical flowers; a horse bitten by a wolf will become the fastest horse; a tooth, hanging from a horse or mule neck, will make the animal tireless; and as a last thing: if you want to know everything from a woman, even her deepest secrets, put three she-wolf milk drops on her neck while she is asleep."
"Fascinating." That was all Remus could utter as he was spellbound by the book and oddly the Twiglets he kept shoving into his mouth.
"A werewolf is exceptionally smart and strong, so traps and poisons won't work, much of the time. There are many ways to become a werewolf, be born on a full moon Friday, be born on Christmas Eve, sleep outdoors during a full moon and let the moonlight touch your face, drink from a wolf track, eat a wolf brain, wear wolf pelts or ask the boon of Airitech.
Hail, hail, hail great wolf spirit hail
A boon I ask thee, within the circle I have made
Make me a werewolf strong and bold
The terror alike of young and old.
One Celtic tribe turned into wolves every seventh year.
Airitech is the mother of wild animals. She gave birth to three daughters all of which were werewolves. They were slain by Cas Carach. She was enraged by this act. To her wolves especially werewolves were to be honored and worshipped, to harm them was to shun her and invoke her wrath. She is a daughter of the moon. She resides in the Other World. She is also a warrior ever protective of her charges especially the werewolf."
Remus glanced at the drawing of Airitech and his jaw dropped. She was wearing a wolf pelt and had three wolves around her. He glanced at the image burned into his palm and it was the same. He was in awe that there was a goddess devoted to his kind; that thought the beast within him was a creature to be revered. Could his curse actually benefit him? Could he summon her and if he did could she, would she help him? Summoning higher powers was not something to be entered into lightly. There were risks. This would fall under 'dark magic' so it would be illegal and dangerous. Remus started chewing on his bottom lip, could he go through with this? Was he willing to give up everything? A werewolf caught using dark magic was sent to Azkaban for life.He pressed on a new fire burning inside him. He needed to find a summoning ritual.
He found what he was looking for and most of the requirements would be easy to obtain. He could make the amulet he needed, but one item would be hard to obtain, both mentally and physically. It was the blood of an enemy. Would he be willing to cross the line and do this, forcibly spill blood from another? Remus sat back in his chair, drank his tea, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He decided that whatever the consequences, whatever the cost it was worth it if he could get Sirius back home where he belonged.
Getting the blood of the enemy would be tricky. He knew whose blood he wanted but he couldn't just waltz into a death eater's home and take them away. This would require finesse, an ancient magic and a whole lot of luck. Well if he could pull this off he could do anything. He put on his robe and with a swish of his wand he disappeared.
Remus let out a small growl as he looked across the street to where #12 Grimmauld Place was hidden. He never wanted to set foot in there again after what happened. That place had brought so much pain to Sirius, he hated being locked up in his childhood home. He had tried to ease Sirius' pain but Albus kept sending him out on Order business. He should have refused Albus' requests but he always had to be the responsible one, the reliable one. He watched his best friend, his lover drown in the hell that was the noble and most ancient house of Black. With a heavy sigh Remus entered #12; he walked into the kitchen and saw Molly, Moody and Tonks sitting at the table. Remus bit his lip as everyone rose and embraced him saying how sorry they were for him and what a tragic loss it was. He knew they meant well but he hated hearing it. He thanked them and refused their offer of tea, stating that he needed to get some of Sirius' belongings. The others cast their eyes to the floor; of course Sirius would want Remus to have his things.
Remus made his way up the stairs and to the attic. Hopefully what he was looking for would be in there. He did not relish the thought of entering the attic who knows what was hidden away in there. Wand at the ready he slowly opened the door and stepped into the room. The air was musty and stale. Boxes littered the floor and dust covered everything. His hope rested in one of these boxes, it had to be here, and he had not seen it when they were cleaning up the other rooms, so it had to be here. He carefully opened the nearest box and sifted through the contents. Not having found what he was looking for he moved on to another box. He had looked into several and had found boxes that tried to bite off his fingers, nasty looking vials filled with who knows what and several picture frames. He peered into the next box of horrors when he noticed a tarnished silver box with the Black family crest on it. He took out his handkerchief and wrapped it around his hand. He removed the silver box and lifted its lid. A smile spread across his face as he saw the papers the box had concealed. His heart was racing as he thumbed through them. His breath hitched as his eyes fell upon the name Sirius Black. He pulled out the paper and stared at it. Sirius Black born July 5, 1960 is what was written on it but that wasn't what Remus was staring at. Below the date were foot prints and the sight made Remus' skin crawl. He remembered Sirius talking about this and how much it sickened him. Remus had told him that it was common for newborns to have their foot prints taken. Sirius just chuckled and stated that this was the noble and ancient house of Black and here when a child is born the foot prints are made with the infant's blood. Remus was mortified at the revelation. Sirius explained that it was a way to keep record of the blood line. Remus never really understood how sick and twisted the Black family was until he saw those tiny innocent foot prints made in blood. Remus took the paper and put it in his robe and quickly left the attic. He was glad that no one had gone looking for him; it would have been hard to explain why he was rummaging through boxes in the attic. He could see their faces if he had told them that he was after Sirius' 'birth certificate' so he could have a sample of his blood. Then again they may have chalked it up to a weird werewolf thing. He entered Sirius' room and proceeded to pack his things. Sirius' scent hit him like a tidal wave and he let himself drown in it. He would not cry he did not want the others to see him weak. When he was finished he walked down the stairs making as little noise as possible, he did not want to wake up that blasted portrait. He said his farewells and left.
