CHAPTER THIRTEEN--POSSIBLE MATES

"Remus? What's wrong?" Remus Lupin glanced up from the crowded desk to eye his concerned mate, Sirius Black.

"It's fine, Sirius. I've been going over the essays War Mage Isis had assigned during her week with the class."

Ex-con Sirius Black watched his tawny eyed mate shuffle some of the papers around. He had watched his mate over the past few days become unbearable at times. Usually those times Sirius could had sworn there was no reason for Remus to feel threatened. Nor could he understand why Remus was feeling very overprotective of Sirius and their surroundings. "Remus, I don't believe you. For the past few days you've changed in personality completely. At times I just don't understand."

Sighing, Remus laid his head down on the desk. He had known something was wrong but couldn't place it. For some odd reason he had hoped something would show in the classes his replacement had taught. He had yet to find it. All he knew was that the wolf in him was becoming more unbearable each day, wanting to be freed. He was forcing himself to remain passive when dealing with his mate when the wolf wanted to dominant over its submissive. "Remus?"

A warm hand caressed the tensed back as the wolf in him went insane at the sudden inhaling of a desired scent. Remus knew Sirius all too well, this scent was not his. "I'm sorry, Sirius. It's the wolf."

"What do you mean? I thought we were controlling him." Dark eyes met with tawny eyes. Sirius could see the feral glint threatening to overcome the man. "Remus."

"I don't know. The wolf wants control. There's a scent driving it insane with domination. It's as if there's a submissive just waiting to be claimed and its what the wolf wants. I know your scent well. I still want you, even the wolf wants you."

"But?" Sirius had always feared that the wolf never really wanted him, even when he was claimed. But he couldn't leave Remus, not ever.

"There's just something, that particular scent and tugging at my magic. I don't know what it is yet. Not one of the professors can explain, especially Severus. Even Albus refused to help me. I can't pin down any of the Mages. War Mage Isis has never been seen by anyone but the students during class. The professors have been waiting to meet her but only Albus and Severus have met her."

Sirius dragged his mate into a loving embrace, nuzzling the pale throat. "I'm sure we'll find out."

"That's why I'm searching these essays. Don't ask but there's a feeling that say they'll explain." Remus pulled away to shuffle through more papers. He was slightly surprised when his mate grabbed a handful. "Careful, Sirius! I don't think she's even looked at them yet."

Sheepishly, Sirius grinned in response, "Sorry about that. Got a little carried away."

"A first in wanting to do homework or studying." Remus ignored the 'HEY!' from his mate.

"Hey! Remus! Here, it's Hermione's." Sirius handed over a single parchment to the anxious werewolf.

"Rare Fallen Angels?" Both males shrugged, reading the long essay. 'Leave it to Hermione to fully research something.' Sirius was dragged from his thought by a low growl, "That explains quite a bit."

"Uh, want to help the unknown here, love?"

Remus snickered, "Hermione simply wrote a complete history and present on this subject. It seems Rare Fallen Angels are dominantly powerful creatures capable of destruction in masses if not properly controlled. If they're left to their own, their power can destroy our world as well as take it into control."

"Not good. Especially with snake-faced Voldemort on the loose."

"That's not all. These creatures are the only ones dependent on their mates to live. Should a dominant creature override their magic, Rare Fallen Angels will turn into their True Forms. This form will be a completely submissive creature, unable to do a thing without their mate's consent.Dominant creatures also have the ability to allow the submissive to retain their powerful side and own lives, should they wish. And capable of having more then one mate,if the said dominant has already claimed someone before the submissive."

Both males began to silently thank Hermione Granger for her infinite ability to always research something thoroughly. Although, her studies had yet to find their godson, Harry Potter, nor did her constant troubles with other professors yield anything. And having a frustrated class brain was difficult to appeal to or calm down during any of her sudden days of research, nor was it fun being dragged into one of them by a small woman half their size.