Disclaimer: this is me wishing that i owned Harry Potter and everything in it (ie: Remus Lupin or Sirius Black) but this is where i have to admit that i don't. i never have and i never will...

on that cheerful note:

AN: this is a TWO PARTER ...thingymabob...:D

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He stalked through the underground tunnels, the darkness almost overwhelmed him but nothing could dampen the light in his heart at that moment. The weightlessness ice cream and love gave him. But before he reached the door to the werewolves' lair he forced himself to bring himself into check. To sober up, return to the thing he once was, before Harry, before Her.

His eyebrows furrowed, his mouth turned down a little and he pulled his worn over coat across his dilapidated chest hiding the scars that hid beneath the sliver of a shirt. He knocked on the door, spoke the password that made his blood boil with a steady voice and entered slowly into the room that made the boiling blood freeze over. The dark corridor led him away from the world he'd just started to belong to, into a world of blood and cries. Tenira, a woman walked up to him her pale head held high and blonde flowing hair a stark contrast to the bubble gum he'd left behind. She walked up to him and smiled a wolfish smile at him before stopping to look at him carefully.

"Where have you been Remus? With your beloved Humans?"

Remus laughed a cold laugh that he felt he'd used far too often lately and smiled. "With them? Now That is an insult my dear I wouldn't be anywhere near them if I wasn't working for Fenir." Tenira was the woman he used to think he deserved a cold, old, wolf with little to loose and little to gain.

Tenira strayed for a moment, her nose in the air as if she was thinking about something before saying very slowly, "Fenir wishes to see you."

"You would know," he muttered under his breath as she took him down the corridors either not hearing the comment, or pretending not too. Tenira and Fenir were partners, that much was common knowledge. That Tenira liked the situation however was only known to a few.

Remus looked up at the door in front of him, dark cold metal loomed out at him as the insignia of two wolves intertwined with a serpent loomed out at him.

"Enter," a page wolf said looked at Remus's worn clothes with disgust. Tenira bowed and left the room silently taking the page wolf with her.

There were two figures standing, no, one of them was standing near a table down the end of the long hall, the other screeched in pain as they turned and arched their back against the Cruciatus Curse. Remus forced himself to keep walking, to make his way to the figure in pain. Fenir Greyback had grey hair and a few whiskers which were twitched in a sneer.

"Remus, my old friend. How long it has been."

"Only a few weeks Fenir, I had to collect information."

"I know, I know." The yellowing nails were placed on his shoulder as the werewolf took another look at his prey. "But what information? On the Boy? Or This one?" With that he flung a bag from the head of his prey to reveal bubblegum pink hair which was limp devoid of its life and a heart shaped face that made him melt. Eyes looked up at him, strong and fearless but little more could be expected from her. They had talked through this situation before; when they had argued that day Dumbledore had died.

"I don't know this wrench," Remus said his eyes telling a different story. Fenir could see past it, not that he needed to – he knew who this was.

"Tenira smelt the wrench on you when you came in. I Was going to ask to see your information but this seems more fun."

Nymphadora Tonks closed her eyes to the scars and the blood that trickled down her arms and into her shirt. The shirt he had bought her a few hours ago.

"I lingered," she whispered, "at the café, they found me there."

Two werewolves came out of nowhere binding his hands behind his back and a gag in his mouth. "I was going to kill you," Fenir told him, "A slow and painful death, but now I think a greater death would be watching her Die."

Tonks's eyes grew wide as the Cruciatus curse was laid on, harder this time, drawing more blood, more tears. Remus could feel his eyes getting wet, tears threatening to spill over the writhing body in front of him.

Remus! He could hear her calling out to him, one last hope. I love you. I need your help. Please, don't let me die in front of you.

He could see it in her eyes, the immense fear. He knew that if they got out of this she wouldn't quit the order or her job, but it was so much more real when it was happening to you.

The Wolf – that he kept suppressed save one time when his friend was in danger – leapt out of him breaking the bond that held him. His wand lay on the ground and flew to his fingers as it faced Fenir's head, like a gun…if Remus knew what a Gun was.

Tonks looked up at him, admiration glowing in her eyes. The bands around her wrists and ankles flung apart as the two thugs that had held him were put out leaving only Fenir in the room. Tonks latched onto his arm as they walked out of the room, and Fenir didn't stop them, only called out the one thing that he knew would stop them.

"The Potter Boy deserves you, a weak pathetic wolf. You aren't human – what help can you possibly give him? And what about her? Hm? A human girl…she isn't much more than a girl anyway…a Human Girl – something you could never be. Human. You will always be half Human. Not whole, you belong down in the dark, with us. Fighting for the freedom of your kind."

Tonks shook her head and grabbed his face in her hands. "No Remus. Don't listen to him, please don't. Remember what we talked about-" But Fenir had said his bit first, the seeds…or the forest of doubt had been sown and he wouldn't return with her to the sunlight.

"Come with me." She said at the door to the lair. "Come back to Harry – now your godson."

Remus shook his head silently and left, silently.

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