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Warnings and Disclaimers on Chapter 1. Thanks to all who reviewed, I love you all!

(Extra warning; graphic account of a Werewolf being "executed".)

When Love and Hate Collide.

Chapter Two, A Thousand Years Without You.

James sighed again as the Werewolf curled up on the bed again. He did this after a few seconds every time James started a new game. He had hoped he'd be able to take the wolf out hunting, but it refused to leave the safety of the Shack.

He turned at the sound of a blood-curdling howl. Moony was stood, stiff as a board, fur on end on the bed, howling in apparent agony at the moon. James began to panic. What the hell was going on?

After several minutes of this, Moony collapsed on the bed, whimpering. James noticed, panicked, that there was blood on the bedsheets. Not a huge amount, but it was there. Moony, after laying, whimpering on the bed for a few seconds, began to lick gently at his abdomen. He then picked himself up, and began to move around the bed frantically, pushing the bloodied sheets on the floor and pulling at the other one. After a few minutes, James recognized it as a makeshift bed. Why on earth...

The strange scent reached his senses seconds before the threatening growl did.

Sirius wanted to curl up and cry as he was led in to face Dumbledore. He'd disappointed the man before, caused problems, had letters sent home (and been beaten for each one when he returned for summer) and he'd been in this office more often than anyone else, except perhaps James.

But all of that had been silly and childish compared to this. Now he was here because he had betrayed one of his best friends, with every chance of getting him killed.

It had only been after he had sent Snape to the Willow that he'd realized that if Moony got to him before James did, Remus would be executed – any Werewolf that harmed a human faced an instant death sentence.

(Warning: Graphic scene following; please skip on if you do not feel up to it.)

Remus had once shown him a Werewolf facing execution. He'd been given a telecrystal with a record of a Werewolf girl, about 16, being executed because her parents hadn't locked the cage door properly and she's escaped and bitten the boy next door.

The first thing they did was force her to sit and listen to the boy and his parents as they spewed how much they hated her. (Remus had confided that he and his parents had cried and told the young woman who had bitten him – only a few years older than this girl– that they forgave her and they wished she didn't have to go through this.) Once these people had left, she was stripped and beaten. But this was no ordinary beating; they used pure silver batons, and each hit left burns. After a minute or so she collapsed, screaming in agony. The men around her forced her to stand up and hit her again, beating her harder each time she fell. When she was nearly unconscious, they forced a potion down her throat to enervate her, before they raped her, each man taking his own turn, hitting her with the silver batons as they did so – The Minister of Magic looking on as they did so. Once they had finished this carnal torture, they tied her up by her wrists on a huge pole, covered in strips of silver, and left her there, still hitting her with the batons, until, seventeen hours and forty-three minutes after she was first dragged into the room, she finally died.

It was only when they carried out a "post mortem", to see what was useful in Werewolf research, they discovered she'd been three months pregnant. the father was the boy she had bitten.

Remus had been forced to watch this for several weeks before coming to the school, each time he'd been asked if he still wanted to go. He'd thrown up later, but he'd still been determined. Sirius wasn't as brave. He been instantly sick, and for two weeks afterwards, Remus had had to sleep with him because he'd woken up with extreme nightmares, screaming and crying for Remus. The girl had looked so much like Remus that it wasn't any stretch of the imagination to see him there, being tortured like that.

And he very nearly could have been, and it would be all. His. Fault.

He'd not even needed to look at Dumbledore to see the disappointment shining in his clear blue eyes, and this broke him. He burst into tears, and found himself spilling the whole sordid mess to the old Professor, not even caring that he was admitting his feelings for Remus and his jealousy at Snape.

He'd nodded when the Professor had given him a detention every night for a month, he'd accepted his decision to send a letter home and he'd felt the Professor's view that it would be best to, after apologizing to Remus, giving the boy time to cool down before approaching him again.

It was when the Professor had told him that the punishment, because he couldn't stress the seriousness of what he'd done enough, was to watch the entire execution of Mary Sheppard, the young woman in Remus' telecrystal, every night for one month. He'd broken down into tears again, but had quickly calmed himself, reminding himself that he needed to get to Remus. The Werewolf may hate him, but he'd be ripping himself apart because of the loss of his prey, and Sirius should at least be there to help calm him.

He transformed into Padfoot and was halfway down the tunnel when the howling started. He stopped, fear overwhelming him. There was agony and fear in that scream. It was too reminiscent of the girls' screams in Remus' record and Sirius panicked for a second, thinking of all the things that could have gone wrong. Remus could be being tortured at this very second for a crime that Sirius had committed, not Remus.

He continued racing towards his friend when the howling stopped.

He reached the Shack and found the room Remus was in very quickly. He simply followed the tantalizing scent and eventually came to the bedroom, where his friend was right now pulling blankets around into a den, a nest for his pack.

He wasn't certain why he suddenly felt very, very angry with James, but he did. The growls that escaped his throat were enough to tell him he needed to calm down; but nobody, not even James, was allowed near his mate, and he'd be damned if he allowed James to keep staring at him like that. James, for his part, had turned around and, after spotting Sirius, had started backing away. He leapt through the doorway, effectively saying "Have him" to Sirius, and nudged the door closed.

Sirius then became aware that he'd had a 360o role reversal. Now he was the one facing a growling animal.

Remus had apparently crept up behind him and he was now growling quietly at his back. When Sirius turned around, however, and licked Moony's nose gently, the Werewolf whimpered and went back to his nest. He'd obviously been scared by Sirius' growls. He, apparently, had no idea that Sirius had betrayed him. He didn't seem angry at all. In fact, he seemed very calm. Too calm.

'Moony' Sirius whimpered. He was the only one out of the lot of them that could communicate with the Werewolf, and he used this to his advantage. 'what are you doing? What's happened?' He could smell blood, just beneath that heady, delicious scent, and he could practically sense that the Werewolf was in pain.

'Hot. Too hot. Need... need to lie down.' The Werewolf then curled in on himself in his "nest", licking his abdomen again. He was still whining. Sirius climbed up and curled up beside him. He nudged him gently, pushing his tongue away to see what was wrong. When he looked, however, there was nothing there.

'Pain... pups... pain.' "Pups" was something Remus sometimes said to Sirius. He didn't quite understand it, but he figured it was a nickname or something, despite Sirius being older and the "dominant" one. They'd established that the first moon so that Moony would always follow and trust Padfoot.

He gently licked the area. 'Pain here, Moonchild?' Remus whimpered again, and Sirius continued to lick the area, knowing it would soothe the Werewolf. He was not often allowed this luxury. Despite his trust of them, Moony was still guarded and it wasn't often, aside from play fighting, that he could touch the Wolf without him flinching away.

Fairly soon the whimpers grew deeper, into the equivalent of Moony's moans, obviously enjoying the other's soothing touch. That scent was growing stronger, clouding Padfoot's mind up.

Suddenly, Moony shifted, moving into a position that, although he'd never seen, Sirius instantly recognized.

'Mate, Sirius... need you now...' The Werewolf growled to him. Sirius stood, intending to move elsewhere, when the scent hit him again, ten times stronger than any time before, and he was on top of his mate in an instant.

A/N I know, he wouldn't do that... it will all be explained...

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