Author Notes:
Silverthreads you're back!
Simone, did you want me to answer your question? Or since it's what you love about my story should I leave it a mystery. You think I'm doing good work (goes into happy la la land for a second).
I'm sure Sev is happy too Murielmodel (smiles and takes the poor guy to happy la la land with her).
Disclaimer: (mumbles) no I don't own the Harry Potter series.
Chapter 7
"What happened?" Remus asked feeling tears that had begun to soak into his robes just before the very loud crash.
"I'm afraid Mr. Snape is a vampire…I'll be calling the aurors in a minute", he told him in a calm warm voice that turned cold as he addressed Cerebus," as soon as he tells me if he's been feeding from Severus"
"I'm not admitting to anything"
Headmaster looked him over and decided to try a different tactic. "I doubt you'd use your teeth Mr. Snape, as that would render Severus useless to you. Am I correct"
He received a calm stare in return. It was only a mask, because inside he was panicking. I'm doomed, even if I hadn't attacked Dumbledore I'd still be executed. There has to be something I can do. Executed with a stake, the fools. Anyone would die if they were stabbed through the heart with a wooden stake, just as anyone would die if they were shot through the heart with a silver bullet, and not just werewolves. It didn't take a wooden stake to kill a vampire though, anything would do, but they loved making a spectacle of these things.
"Which means you'd probably use razors or knives. Am I still correct?" using Legilimency to know that Cerebus's panic increased at the word razors. He looked deep into the eyes that scanned the room searching for an escape. "You'd want the wounds to remain open for a couple hours or so, so you'd probably dip the razors in a potion that would slow blood clotting. Which means there would be unhealable scarring. So, if I were to check Severus, I might find them.
Cerebus swallowed nervously.
"I'm going to call the aurors now Mr. Snape. Wait here please."
After Professor Dumbledore explained to the aurors what had happened they promptly sent over two people from the Vampire Division of the Dept. of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. When he finally convinced the said people that Severus couldn't give evidence without enlisting the help of a pensieve, and that that couldn't be done until he was well, the stubborn duo insisted on one thing.
"We have to check him", said the taller one pointing at Severus's still form.
"I'm sure he wasn't bitten gentlemen so there's really no need."
"We have to check", echoed the shorter one.
A buzzing sound was heard as the duo walked to the bed, and a brown light was visible through the taller man's pocket. He took out a round-ish object that resembled a pocket-watch.
"Werewolf?" he asked questionally.
Remus hung his head," that would be me".
Cerebusglared at his most unwelcome lycanthropicguest. How dare that beast come into his home. How dare he sit there on my bed.He hadn'ttolerated Severus bringing that puppy in, and hecertainly wouldn't tolerate this mutt. Well, if he had been in any other position he wouldn't tolerate it. There really was nothing he could do but sneer.
"Arm."
Remus held it out after pulling up his sleeve and revealing the id number tattooed there.
He wrote it down on a list.
"Might I ask why your doing that", asked Dumbledore in a not so kindly way.
"Vampires and Werewolves in the same room. It's highly suspicious.
"He's blind."
"Point?"
"He's been with me the whole time"
"Would you be willing to swear to that?"
"Yes", he sounded a tad irritated.
Remus had desensitized himself early to this kind of treatment, and he pushed all thoughts of justified injustice away trying only to focus on the limp hand of Severus Snape.
"198180 move"
Was Dumbledore perhaps glaring now, Remus wondered as he moved to the other side of the room, or is he looking sympathetic? I wish I knew.
Remus's hand went away and his shirt was removed. He felt the hand of rescue slip away and was too weak to grab it. No! How could Lupin leave him? He tensed anticipating his father. No razors came. Now his pants were gone. No my reading teachers dead. She's dead! This can't be her! He told himself that, but couldn't resist the urge to snap his legs together and deny his teacher her feeding spot. An urge his body couldn't fulfill.
It had been his father's idea. The thighs. Somewhere inconspicuously where she could take blood. His once soft thighs bore many scars from his father's payment for her. She had wanted blood, and Cerebus had wanted him to read. He avoided reading anything that wasn't a textbook, as he'd never read a novel before. He used to try before to read one. He'd never read again now. Nothing, textbook or not.
He was pulled to his feet by new unrecognizable hands. There was a wart on the right index finger, and he felt it as the man held him up by his forearms letting him lean against him. Definitely wasn't someone he knew. A different person tilted his head from side to side and he felt the soft warm breeze of a spell running across the body that the first person turned once so that he faced him. He was pushed back onto the bed minutes later and felt another spell return his clothes. He was pulled back up seconds later. Couldn't these people make up their minds? He was placed onto another bed. This one moved, and was moving. He made a feeble hand movement searching, until the hand of rescue found him. It squeezed gently and he relaxed back into misty bliss.
Author Notes: If one person send in a review I'll update. I don't care if it just says "review". I've written stories out to just one person before. And they were sending flames not the nice stuff that I've been getting from the reviewers of this story. Slash happens next chapter but I need a review to inspire me to write it.