Disclaimer: I don't own anything you can legally tie to J.K. Rowling. However, I felt like pulling them out of the closet to play with.
A/N: The great Desereigh James is back folks and she has lovingly helped me get this chapter out to you faster. I would apologize for the time it has taken but I wouldn't have given it to you before we were satisfied with it. There are some things in here that just came to me, Joji, on a whim and Des was nice enough to indulge me though as I really wanted everything.
The happenings with Remus are something that feedback would be nice. I am unsure how it will be taken though I am happy with it and as Des didn't kill me, so is she.
Thank you. Please review and enjoy and another chapter will come soon.
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Ch. 10 (Reversed Dreams and Manipulative Nightmares)
Remus backed away slowly from the enraged creature. The change had happened so quickly. Standing before him was not the boy he loved so dearly, but a creature much like himself. Now he knew how Severus must have felt all those years ago. While he claimed he was not a monster, staring at the young man made his mind doubt his resolve.
The transformed Ryider slowly moved forward, blind to everything but the frightened werewolf. His claws had grown in length, ready to claim. He never heard his other mate move behind him until he felt the warm body pressed up against his back. Ryider went stiff, ready to fight for escape. He was unprepared for a slim, pale wrist to be gently pushed against his lips, offering blood. In that split second, his incisors lengthened and he attached on, his teeth sinking into the vein almost desperately. All the while, he never heard Severus start talking to Remus.
"Remus, he has transformed. I am grounding him with blood but I can only give so much. I need you to go sit on the sofa while I calm him down. First, go through the door on your left and grab the green potion vile labeled "Concealer 66." I need you to drink the entire bottle and then go sit. It will mask your scent for the next few hours so everything can be explained to you. Hurry, my limit is being reached and he will not take human form until you are masked."
Remus shot for the door, listening intently to Severus coaxing his wrist from the creature while he looked for the bottle. He found it hidden in the back and checked the label twice before swallowing its contents. As directed, he sat down on the couch and watched everything unfold.
Ryider collapsed in exhaustion after he closed the wound in front of him. His features were once again normal. His eyes were still retreating back to their natural silver as the markings disappeared. The claws had retracted first. Now, though, he laid unmoving in his mate's arms.
He could feel the werewolf watching him but the feeling fled quickly when he felt Severus pick him up. Slowly, he tried to focus his thoughts on his mate.
"I believe my blood will keep you calm for a little while and Remus has disguised his scent. We are going to talk this through and you are going to sit here until we are done, alright?"
"Yes, love." Ryider smiled sheepishly as he was set on the sofa, his head resting in the crook of Sev's neck. "I'm sorry Remus. I didn't mean to lose control and scare you." His tone laced with shame. He was nervously wringing his hands in his lap and he couldn't meet either of their eyes.
"Why did that happen?"
"I need you to hear me out before you ask anything. I promise to explain." Remus nodded in acquiesces. "Alright. I lost control because I am nearing my limit. As you know, I am a creature with two mates. True, it is highly unusual, but what with me isn't? I had six months in which to find both my mates. My Veela mate was Severus, as you know. Also, in that same amount of time, I needed to find my Vampire mate. That time is up in two weeks. Right now, I am surviving on Sev's blood alone and the symptoms are getting worse. I will die if I do not claim my mate. My transformation is only triggered two ways: trying on my part in preparation to a claiming. What you and Sev have seen is only half of the transformation though I have never tried for a full one. As I am sure you have guessed, you are my Vampire mate. From what I have learned, the markings on my body are part of some macho domination thing, brought on more severely by your wolf." He let Remus digest the information. It wasn't long before the questions started.
"Werewolves and Vampires are sworn enemies. How am I your mate?" He asked curiously.
It was Severus who answered him. "You are right; however, the wolf in you is not who he lays claim to. He would claim your human side."
"I see." He nodded in understanding before directing a particular question towards Severus alone. "How do you deal with this?"
"I accept each as it comes and I have no qualms having a triad with you. I had come to the term with the fact I was to die alone. Well, until Ryider found me. Stupidly, I let my insecurities nearly drive away the only happiness I had. Now, I have received my memories and find I had found love at one time, with you, and have a son of my own. With this revelation, I have the chance to have both. By Merlin, I may not deserve it but I refuse to give it up." Severus was bearing his soul to them both.
Ryider moved quickly and straddled the man's lap. Severus's head was leaned back and his eyes were closed in thought. Ryider placed a kiss on each eyelid before leaning his forehead against the other. Whispering against the older man's lips, Ryider reassured him. "You are loved and you deserve everything being offered."
Remus sat quietly, letting both the other men figure it out. He was so conflicted. In the last hour, he had come to regain memories, found himself with a cub, the knowledge of a mate taken from him, and now the undeniable fact that he was mated to a half vampire. To say the least, Remus needed some time to think and talk with Severus some more.
As if sensing his mood, Ryider stood up, turned towards him and spoke quietly, "I do not expect you to accept anything Remus. I just thought you deserved an explanation. I will not become a burden to you because if you accept me--this--then there is no turning back. You have your own family with the man behind me and I accept that. I do not care about your Lycanthropy--I never have. As much as you may hate me for saying this, you are not my father. You are one of my best friends--you could help me through anything. I am happy enough with the knowledge of who I was lucky enough to have as mates. I seek nothing beyond what you are willing to give." He paused, his eyes still on the fireplace, and moved farther from the two men. "Should you not accept, may you find happiness with Severus after I pass." His voice was so full of resignation that Severus leaned forward to grab the teen's hand in reassurance.
Ryider shook the older man off and headed to his room. With his hand on the knob, he left them with one final thought; never turning to face them. "Remember my words Remus; I will not go back on them. Severus, I expect you to listen, just this once, and take back what was stolen from you. Now, if you'll excuse me." His door slid shut, the muggle lock clicking into place.
"Damn." The normally reserved Potions Master swore.
Tentatively, Remus started, "Severus, I don't know what to say. This is so much to take in. I don't want to lose him but he knows I will say yes to save him. He doesn't want just that and I don't know if I can give him what he needs." He sighed heavily. "I am just so confused."
"I know what you mean Zezz but please think about this carefully. I made the mistake of nearly losing him. Before I remembered you, I had nothing but loneliness to comfort me. I can't go back to that. Don't you ever feel like something is missing; that you aren't whole? He is that missing part--regardless of anything else. However, the rest is up to you. I'll be in the workroom if you need me." Severus left his quarters through a side door, leaving Remus to deal with Ryider and make his decision.
Slowly, the older man moved to the door and knocked. Just when he thought he wasn't welcome, the door clicked open, allowing him entry.
He could see Ryider laying face down in the middle of the bed, curled tightly into a ball. "Cub?" He ventured. Haunted, empty silver eyes pinned him and he shivered. He approached the bed gradually, careful to remain within sight. He sat gingerly on the bed, unsure of what might happen, and gave his answer. "I don't know what to do and you will need to help me learn but I am not willing to give this up. I accept."
Ryider's eyes darkened instantly, his transformation happening quickly. With speed not associated with mortals, he shot out of bed and threw the shocked man to the bed; holding him firmly in place.
Knowing instinct had taken over, Remus put up no fight. He could see the incisors lengthen and he felt the claws ripping the buttons from his shirt and pushing it aside.
Ryider leaned in and licked the shell of his ear before shocking the werewolf even more. In nothing more than a breathy whisper he said, "Say goodbye to your demons."
Almost as soon as the words were spoken, Ryider pushed on hand into Remus' stomach, the claws piercing the skin fatally.
Remus cried out in shock and protest. He could feel the warm liquid pooling on his stomach and dripping onto the sheets. "Ryider, please…" That was all he managed to say before his world exploded before him. He lost track of time as the darkness enveloped him.
Meanwhile, Ryider was quickly working to save his mate and complete the mating ritual. The wound was fatal but it would not kill him; it would be his salvation. "Forever, my life, Forever." Ryider was quickly feeding his magic into Remus through gold and green beams of energy, using his claws as conductors. After almost five minutes, his task was accomplished. He slowly extracted his claws, careful to damage nothing more than what he original sliced. With a final burst of magic, he freed his mate; now knowing he could fully claim his rightful mate. He bit into the juncture of Remus's neck and left his mark. He refused to take any of the blood, no matter the temptation, because his mate needed to recover.
Ryider left Remus' side long enough to call Severus and have the elder wizard heal Remus and waited for the other man to awaken. With a whispered spell, they didn't need to wait long. Ryider was back to his human instincts and Remus wanted answers.
"What happened?" Severus asked the sandy haired man.
"Well, I was just about murdered by the creature over there." Remus hissed, not at all happy that Ryider tried to kill him.
Severus turned a sharp glare on the teenager and waited for an explanation. "Well?"
"First, stop glaring at me until you have your answers, then feel free to make life hell for me. Second, Remus, do you feel any different?" Ryider asked anxiously.
Remus was hesitant at first but realized something was different. "Almost…Empty? What did you do?"
"I freed you to claim you. I would have never hurt you Remy. I couldn't live with myself if I did that. In answer to your question, I took away the 'X' factor. You are now human. And this," he whistled and a tiny amber colored cub, looking no older than two months old, came out from under the bed and into Ryider's lap. "is Moony. Remus, this is what you have lived with for your entire life. You have always been two entities under one host. I merely separated you and got a little souvenir in the process." The small cub looked so innocent. He was currently batting at the bedding and trying to chase its tale, currently believing it to be food. There was no cuter sight. Ryider looked up to see one of his mates in tears, though of anger or relief he was unsure. "Are…Are you mad at me?" He handed the cub over to Remus, not waiting for an answer and walked into the other room. He laid down in front of the fire, giving the other men time to think, as well as himself.
………With Remus and Severus…And Moony ……….
Remus turned his face from Severus, he didn't want the other man to think him weak. He had woken angry, because he had thought Ryider had tried to kill him. Then, he finds that the werewolf inside him that had taunted his being for nearly thirty years, was reduced to the newborn cub in his arms. He was Human.
He felt a warm hand turning his cheek before a gentle kiss was placed upon his lips. "It's alright to cry, love. What are you thinking?"
"I don't know. That I shouldn't have been mad at him or thought he could do that. That he didn't ask or even that I am so thankful because he is the most selfless person I have ever met. I…I just don't know what to think." He sighed, his thought warring.
"I can't say I know what you are feeling or what you should be feeling. But I do know that the teenager in the other room thinks you are upset with him and that he made a grave mistake. I know he is probably beating himself up because the Vampire took over his instinct but he can't find fault with freeing you. I know you are probably lost because you don't remember a time before you were bitten, with the exception of bits and pieces of memories. I also know you can get through anything because you are courageous and humble and you do have people here who love you. I loved you either way, and so did Ryider. Now, we just have someone else to love, you, the true Remus whom you kept suppressed, and little Moony over there." Severus quirked his lips a little and Remus smiled through his tears. He needed to go talk to Ryider.
"Thank you, Sev. You always knew what to say."
Severus slid forward to hug him and whispered, "We love you; I love you." He pulled Remus to his feet and they both made their way to the next room; Little Moony trailing behind the older man's robes.
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Ryider was curled up on the floor in front of the fire. He heard them enter but made no move to acknowledge them. Remus walked over to him and sat behind him. "Ryider, thank you." At those words, Ryider turned round to face Remus, a tentative smile on his face.
"Are you sure you are not mad at me?"
"I'm sure. Now, I think it is time we all retire for the night." He turned. "Severus, do you have a room I can stay in?" Ryider reached for his arm, just as he was about to stand.
"Why don't you stay in Sev's room; catch up on old times. I'll sleep on the couch." Ryider smiled towards Sev, hoping he would agree. Then he stood and curled up on the couch, ending the discussion. He received a kiss from each man before they retired. It wasn't long before he fell asleep.
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The following day found the three of them discussing the best way to break the news to Neville. All of them agreed it would be best if "Neville Longbottom" disappeared and "Isaac Snape" reappeared. Since it was still believed Remus was a werewolf, he was not allowed to have children and giving him his full name would tip Dumbledore off. So that was where they found themselves now; trying to determine how to get rid of "Neville."
"How about I just go talk to him?" Ryider suggested for what had to be the thirtieth time.
"I don't see how it could hurt." Finally, someone agreed with him.
"True. I'll summon him down here and we can explain everything to him."
About twenty minutes later, a very nervous Neville stood at the entrance to the Potion's classroom. He was very surprised when Ryider stepped out and beckoned him to follow.
"Ryider, I am supposed to meet Professor Snape. I don't want him angry with me. I need to go back."
"It's alright. I was sent to get you." He explained as they stepped into Sev's quarters.
Neville's face grew pale as he saw Professor Snape but took on a slightly confused look as he saw his one-time DADA professor as well.
"S-sir, you wanted t-to see me?" He stuttered, his mouth had suddenly gone very dry.
"Mr. Longbottom, please have a seat. May I call you Neville?" Neville looked at Ryider before nodding.
"You were called down here because some information has come to light that you need to be aware of." it didn't take long before everything was laid out for Neville, including some very personal memories from the adults. The youth was swamped by all the information.
"I-I…" The poor brown haired boy was having trouble even forming his thoughts and was very grateful with Ryider's next suggestion.
"I think I should show you the room that we have made for you. Maybe it will help clear your head." Neville didn't hesitate before standing and walking to the room Ryider pointed out. When he was out of hearing range, Rider spoke again. "Don't worry; he will come around."
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He walked in to find Neville up near the headboard, calmly staring at the duvet. "I'm lost. I mean, you are a Malfoy but I feel like I have known you forever. Professor Snape is one of the things I fear the most and I find he is my father. To boot, I find myself with a second dad, a fake adoption, and a life based on a lie. What do I do now?"
"Honestly Neville, I have been in your position." He didn't hesitate in relying his first identity to Neville. "I am who you think I am. I went through much of the things you did. My fathers, come to find out, are Lucius Malfoy and Sirius Black. I found myself thrust into a family that for all I knew despised me and an inheritance that took choices away from me. Now though, I can not see it any other way."
"How did you get through it?" Neville asked quietly.
Ryider crawled onto the bed and sat next to his friend. "I still am. Those two wonderful men out there are not just your parents Neville, they are my mates; my life. Without them, I would not be here. I mean that both figuratively and literally. They are my everything and I know they are trying so hard to give you space and let you decide if you want to get to know the real people behind the mask. There are two no better people who can claim you as a son and that is all they want. Will you let them?"
"I will try, daddy." Neville smirked in a very Snape like fashion before bursting out in laughter.
"Daddy?"
"Well, if my parents are your lovers; doesn't that make you daddy?" he asked innocently.
"Why you…" Ryider stood up and proceeded to try and hit Neville with several pillows but the boy was fast. Finally, he gave up and tackled the boy, tickling him until he yelled mercy.
"Ahhh. I give; I give."
"Good." Ryider looked way to smug. "Why don't you get some rest for the night. Since it is Friday you can stay here. I'll send a message to say you went to visit your Grandma. We can finish everything else in the morning."
As if to prove his point, Neville yawned. "Sure, 'night."
"Good night, Neville."
He walked form the room, letting the older men know what was going on. Both went to say goodnight to their son, even though he was sound asleep. It gave tem peace to know he was safe.
Not long after, they too climbed into bed and were asleep before their heads ever touched the pillows.
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The following day, tension was still at a high but it was manageable now. Calmly, they all sat down to breakfast, even Neville joining them though the youth remained silent. Well, at least until he saw the Prophet Headline. It was at his gasp that Ryider turned to him, shooting him a questioning look. Neville merely shook his head and handed over the paper, still ignoring the two adults focused on them.
"Savior Dead; Dumbledore: Ignorant or Insane?"
By: Rita Skeeter
This reporter has the inside scoop. For the past four months, it has been reported that Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, has been spending his seventh year away from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to train for the oncoming war with You-Know-Who. It has been discovered by Muggles that this is false. The Wizarding World has been lied to.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, has stuck by his word that Harry Potter is in good hands.
However, yesterday, it was discovered that a horrific crime has been committed in Surrey, London. The body of Harry Potter was found by the Muggle police force. His cousin, one Dudley Dursley, was found dead as well. Both his aunt and uncle were alive. His wand was found beneath him while his body was covered in massive bruises, broken bones, and rape. His death is thought to have been a drowning. Now though, I have been told that Mr. Potter was murdered by the very people Dumbledore placed him with for his safety. He was beaten and our esteemed Headmaster knew.
It was reported by his Muggle relatives that Mr. Potter was taken from their custody at the start of the year by someone unknown and he our savior returned to collect some personal possessions he had reportedly left. We are not sure of the accuracy of this report.
The police were not very forth coming beyond the fact that this may have been a murder/ suicide on part of the Dursley boy. That is the official standing thus far and there is no magical residue to counteract the notion.
So now I ask you, do you want your children attending the school of men who placed the Boy-Who-Loved in an abusive home, throwing our chance at winning the war out with the boy's life? Do you want them influenced by a man who condoned child abuse, and sexual abuse, knowing it is punishable by the kiss.
This man left a helpless boy to survive and lied to the public, who deserved the truth, when Harry Potter disappeared. Where was he? As of now, it is unknown but Dumbledore's own words, "He is Safe and Training," raises doubts to the man's truths. What kind of game is he playing? So again, I ask, should Albus Dumbledore be allowed to get away with these heinous crimes against not only The-Boy-Who-Lived but the public as well?
No, Dumbledore should be brought to justice and a new headmaster instated.
We, as a public, do not ask this of the Wizemgot, we demand it.
Ryider looked up smirking and smiled apologetically at Neville. Now he knew why the boy had been surprised. "I did not lie to you Neville. I merely gave a means to and end. With me dead, no one will look and Dumbledore will be forced to fight his own battle. Now, I control the chess board and will soon see only checkmate." Neville nodded his acceptance as Severus smiled proudly at him while Remus looked surprised.
"I would still like to know how." Remus spoke.
"That is for the Slytherin in me to know and the Gryffindor in you to find out." his cheeky response had them all laughing, the mood in the room finally becoming comfortable.
After breakfast, they all sat comfortably by the fire discussing what was really going to happen to Neville.
"Alright. You explained to me that my birth name is Isaac Nevalle and that you are my parents but I am still lost on everything. What am I supposed to call you? What will happen to me? Am I in trouble?" Neville's voice was so soft and laced with fear. The two adults figured it was because of the past experience with Severus but Ryider knew it was more to do with the chance at having something good and then possibly losing it.
Ryider rubbed soothing circles into Neville's back, willing the boy to calm down and let the older men explain what they had come up with.
"You will still call me Professor Snape in class but in private you may call me Severus until you grow comfortable with something else."
"As for me, I am Remus until you find something you wish to call me." Remus' hand rested over Severus' and he squeezed it in support; as much for himself as for Velve. He wanted to hold his cub but that was just not possible.
"If you are agreeable," Severus started again, "you will remain in these quarters and be enrolled into this school under your birth name. However, we have agreed that if you do, you will bear only my name because of the Ministry's vendetta against Remus. No, you are not in trouble for anything you have done while you are here. This is a lot of information to take in and I hope in time you accept us as your family."
"Excuse me." Remus smiled in reassurance before leaving the room. He was having too much trouble separating himself from a father role that he knew his son did not need at the moment.
The three men in the living room agreed to have "Neville's" grandma withdraw him from school and Isaac Nevalle Snape would be enrolled a week later.
"Would you like the glamour on you removed, Isaac?" Severus decided it was better for him to get used to his name now rather than later.
Nervously, Nev--Isaac nodded.
"Very Well. Ryider, please help me. It will take us both to override Dumbledore's magic." Ryider nodded and they spoke the incantation in unison.
Isaac felt the magic dance across his skin. A mirror was conjured in front of him and he knew for sure that Neville Longbottom was no longer alive. Isaac Snape had taken his place.
He had grown a couple of inches, making him a respectable 5'11'' in height. His blue eyes receded into a very odd mix of amber and black. His eyes were solid amber, pupil and all, with random lines of black running across the amber tone. There, in the very center, was no more than a pinprick that could be considered a pupil. It was different but only noticeable if one paid very close attention. His hair was still short and deep brown in color. His skin paled slightly, to match Severus more, but the rest of him was similar to his old look. While he still held some of himself in the look, he was no longer noticeable as the Neville everyone had known for the past five or so years. He now looked like Severus' and Remus' son. It was lucky for them that he looked liked s Snape so much, even though the hair was the wrong color, or their plan would never work.
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That night, in the Great hall, Neville Longbottom forever left Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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After Isaac had gone to bed, Ryider and his two mates made it to their own chambers.
"Are you sure you want me in here?" Ryider asked. He may be dominant in claiming the mates but he was nervous as hell.
"Ryider," Remus said, moving forward to pick the blond up from behind; his multi-highlighted hair draping loosely down his back. Remus placed a series of kisses along Ryider's collarbone. Severus pulled the auburn haired man away from the teen and pulled him into a kiss, his tongue exploring every bit of the familiar space.
"What about me?" Ryider said, putting on his best pouting face, his nervousness fading at the erotic sight.
The two men broke apart and pushed the boy onto the bed. Severus started with the boy's belt while Remus made quick work of the buttons on Ryider's shirt. Ryider's jeans were discarded carelessly on the floor and his shirt fell from his shoulders.
Turning their attention from the boy for a moment, Remus and Severus started to undress each other. Once their clothes were discarded, the dark haired man cupped Ryider's chin, meeting his eyes, before traveling his hand down the toned chest. When he reached the waist, his fingers slowly hooked the black boxers and started to slide them down.
"No!" Ryider screamed. He launched himself across the room and into the closet. He wrapped his hands around his knees and reverted back to a very small, abused boy. His body rocked back and forth, images of a frightening past flashing through his mind.
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12-year-old Harry Potter huddled outside under the living room window. Petunia and Dudley were gone, spending the weekend at one friend's house or another, and Vernon was due home any moment.
Harry looked at his wrist; the light from the living room gave off just enough light to see the time. It was 8:07 pm. Uncle Vernon would be home in three minutes. Punctual, like every day before.
In the moments that droned on, Harry heard his Uncle pull into the drive, the rumbling of the engine driving fear through him. The car door was heard slamming and the keys rustling in the lock. Slowly, the knob turned.
Harry could hear his heavy footsteps as he walked to the living room; his back was turned so he did not see Harry, and unlocked the liquor cabinet. "Now where's that bloody boy?" He slammed the cabinet closed. It was apparent that the glass in his hand had not been his first this night. "Freak, get your ungrateful arse down here this instant or there will be hell to pay." His voice booming loud enough to shake the picture frames.
Harry pulled himself up and snuck into the kitchen from the sliding door. "Yes, Uncle Vernon?" He inquired softly as he entered the living room.
"Go upstairs to my room, I'll be up in a moment." Vernon said, taking a swig of Rum.
Inside, Harry was quivering in fear as he descended the stairs quickly, better as to not anger Vernon any more than he already was. He knew what was coming. He stripped to his boxers and laid on Vernon's enormous bed. Keeping his eyes shut, he heard the older man come in.
Harry learned the hard way never to fight back. It only hurt more then.
The man ripped Harry's boxers and roughly grabbed him. Harry jerked away, knowing but not wanting. He was slapped repeatedly as he tried to get out of Vernon's reach. He had to fight. He didn't want this. He didn't…
His train of thought was broken as Vernon squeezed his cock tightly, shooting strong lines of pain into his body.
"Turn over." Vernon ordered, smacking the boy again to get his point across.
Tears were forming under his eyelids. Pain and shame burned into his mind even as he chanted 'don't cry; don't cry. It will only lead to more pain and name-calling. Control yourself Harry.'
Harry did as he was told. As soon as his front hit the sheet, Vernon shoved himself brutally into him, ripping him apart. The boy stared into the unwavering darkness of his eyelids as his 'Uncle' raped him mercilessly.
When Vernon neared his climax, he pulled out and climaxed over the bruised and bleeding boy. "I expect this clean and I do not want to see you again until I call for you." With that, he left.
Harry heard the shower turn on and, wishing it was him under the warm spray, he dragged himself to his room. The raven-haired boy cleaned himself with a strip from his sheets, hiding it under the bed so as to avoid trouble, before pulling on the first clothes he could find and curling into his bed. He cried himself asleep amidst the pain racing through his nerve ends.
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Severus sat down, horrified by what they had witnessed. Unknown as to how, Ryider's magic had manifested his relapse through memories into a visible picture, allowing them to view it; much like a pensieve. Cautiously, Sev sat down next to the frightened boy. He put his arms around the distressed teen. It took a few minutes of coaxing before the teen abandoned his posture and buried himself in the much needed warmth of his mate.
"I'm sorry. So, so sorry. I'm dirty; I let him. You'll hate me. I know." He sobbed.
"Shh, Vixen. He won't hurt you ever again. You're not dirty. I…we could never hate you." He emphasized. "There is no need to be sorry alright. Would you come out now? You have Remus quite worried." Severus asked, trying not to scare the teen more.
The blonde boy nodded slightly, his grip never loosening on Sev's night robe. 'When did he put that on?' Ryider thought vaguely.
"Sorry." He said to Remus, slowly letting go of Severus.
"No, I'm sorry we never knew."
"What do you mean?" Ryider was confused. He had never meant to freak out but Remus' comment struck him as odd.
"Ryider, do you realize we witnessed what you just relived?" Remus knew there was no way to broach the subject easily.
Ryider started to retreat again, not ready to face those demons yet. 'Why were they still here? They had seen how dirty he was. No. This wasn't right. They weren't supposed to ever know.' He was caught off guard when Severus' arms encircled his waist from behind and Remus did the same form the front.
"Never will we do anything you don't want. Would you like us to leave?" Ryider shook his head fiercely, afraid that if they did then they would never come back.
"Alright. Why don't we just go to sleep then." Sev kissed his Vixen on the cheek and guided the other two men to the bed. Once settled, Sev and Remy whispered goodnight, their arms never leaving Ryider's waist and Ryider barely registering their presence.
Their sleep would remain restless until both men woke frantically to their young mate screaming in agony.
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