Disclaimer: The characters belong to Jo Rowling and they'll never belong to me. I must warn you, English is not my mother tongue. I'm mexican so spanish is easier for me. If you see any grammar or spelling mistake please do tell me, I need to learn. But don't be so harsh, I'll never be as good in english as I am in spanish.

Well, this fic does has a purpose. Is in response to a challenge (yes, another one). For those who want to know it was placed on Writing Challenges, topic Here's a though one. Involes Snape posted by Eraina. The challenge was "Write a story in which Snape becomes a werewolf, for a change."

Enjoy.


Exiled

By Uyuki

Chapter one. Punishment

One dark night, a few days after the Death Eaters ran away from Hogwarts, they were all gathered on a graveyard, silently waiting for their master and some future orders.

Everything had been so chaotic since the old man's death. Some Death Eaters were excited that they actually won for the first time. Some others were a bit scared of what was going to happen next. And only one of them was grieving for the events.

Lord Voldemort knew this; somehow, the emotions of this person were perfectly clear, he usually knew what his Death Eaters were thinking. Less than ten managed to shut their minds to him.

But know, all of them were confused enough to forget about closing minds. And a traitor was as plain as a pikestaff.

When he appeared before his Death Eaters, they all bow to him. His eyes stopping briefly in every face, until he saw the traitor. Ironic, so many years and he never suspected him. He had to admit that the man was good, few passed so many years lying at him without punishment. But that wasn't important he would think an appropriate pain for him. Not death but something much worse.

"My Death Eaters, so glad you could all make it here tonight. I thought it might be difficult for some of you giving the current circumstances."

The Dark Lord placed his sight on a young Death Eater, his blond hair shining with the moon, his grey eyes down at the earth, his body shaking.

"Why do you quiver Draco? Afraid of what I might do to you for not carrying on the mission I gave you? Afraid I might kill you?"

The boy didn't speak at all, but in his mind, pleadings for saving his life and his family's were so constant that Lord Voldemort knew he was right.

"I'll finish those thoughts for you," the Dark Lord took his wand and pointed it at the boy's chest, "Avada-"

"Wait!"

All the Death Eaters stopped breathing for a moment and glanced at who spoke. Was he crazy? No one had dared to stop the Dark Lord from killing someone before.

"What was it you said…," Lord Voldemort turned at another figure, this one with greasy black hair, "Severus Snape?"

"I… just don't think you should kill him yet."

"Yet? Who are you to tell me that? I don't remember telling you to carry on the boy's mission, nevertheless you did, quite admirably I must admit, but that's no good excuse for not killing this useless kid."

Draco was even tenser, his life was on thin ice and there was nothing he could do to save himself… and probably Snape wouldn't be able either.

"Give me one good reason to spare his miserable life," said the Dark Lord lowering his wand, "and I may do so."

"Well, his father is still loyal to you, so as his mother, and the boy can do something else. I know you wanted him to murder Dumbledore… but he is just a stupid boy, he can't do something like that, he doesn't even know the spell. Nonetheless, he might be able to go back to Hogwarts, he can lie, and he's good at that. Teachers will believe him if he says he was being forced. You'll have someone near Potter at all times."

Lord Voldemort seemed to start thinking about the idea. All in all it wasn't a bad excuse, and if indeed the boy was able to go back to Hogwarts, at least he wouldn't loose all his spies inside the school.

Because the Dark Lord knew more than well that Severus wouldn't be able to go back after what happened in that tower. Teachers wouldn't want him there. Even he didn't want him for that matter.

He was a traitor.

From both sides.

"Very well then, if he manages to go back he'll live," Lord Voldemort glanced back at Draco, and with his wand he lifted up the boy's face, "but if you don't I'll kill you."

Draco nodded and somehow he started breathing normally again.

"Now Severus, you shouldn't have killed that old man without my permission, some of my Death Eaters say you weren't even glad to do it yourself, not that that matters to me at all. But I don't want to hear that you do as you please. You can all go. I have to think our next move."

The Death Eaters bowed again and started to disappear in the dark night. Lord Voldemort asked Fenrir Greyback to stay a little while, since he had a special mission for him he wanted to discuss in private.

When Severus was far away he allowed himself a little shudder. This time he felt that the Dark Lord was reading his thoughts with so much detail, he was so confused he couldn't close his mind as well as other times.

And he knew better than anyone that a mistake like that could cost him his life.

-o0o-

When all the Death Eaters disappeared from the graveyard, Lord Voldemort approached the werewolf slowly; he was a little pale and looked quite tired. The Dark Lord knew it was because of the moon, it was almost full by now, just a few days more and it'll be a perfect grey circle in the sky, and Fenrir would go wild.

And that couldn't be more perfect for his plans.

"What is it that my master wants me to do," asked the werewolf silently.

"I know Severus is a traitor," said Lord Voldemort while facing the werewolf, "but for a reason, death is not an appropriate punishment for him, he'll stop suffering and I want him to live with guilt for what he did. Wait until the moon is full, and in your lust for blood bite him. Make sure his life as a human stop. Make him a werewolf."

Fenrir smiled gladly, his tongue sticking out and going over his lips, already tasting the blood. A long time had passed since he bit someone with all the intention of cursing them as he was. He still remembered that little boy he tasted once, now a man of course. It was satisfying when he screamed so loud.

It was time now for Severus Snape to scream as that little boy did so many years ago.

-o0o-

His head was killing him.

Three days had past since the Death Eaters reunion and the Lord still said nothing else. Probably he was celebrating his victory. Or planning to kill Harry during summer.

Whatever his mind was thinking none of the Death Eaters could guess. He was good at hiding secrets, especially when they involved some sort of revenge.

That night, Severus couldn't sleep, constant dreams of what had happened kept on assaulting his mind on and on. He still saw Dumbledore's face when he pleaded him, he still remember his mouth opening and saying those damn words. A green flash. Death.

"Damn, I'll never get any sleep," thought Severus' while he took a long cloak and stepped out of his house.

It was a full moon night, but that didn't make it any brighter, the streets were still dark so he couldn't see far more than a couple of meters. A little bit of fog was starting to form, and it would only get thicker and thicker.

Convinced that nothing would happen to him in the middle of the dark night, Severus walked through the empty streets until he reached some trees. He sat down under one of them, hiding from the world, from the Dark Lord and from his own nightmares.

A pair of evil eyes were observing him from a distance, trying to be as quiet as possible while he walked towards Severus'.

The Potions master closed his eyes briefly, trying to relax by letting fresh air into his lungs. And out of nowhere, something attacked him. He didn't even have the time to reach for his wand. A beast that he could not see was all over him, scratching him fearfully.

And then he felt a terrible pain in his arm. It hurt so badly that he couldn't help screaming, that thing was biting him probably out of hunger.

But the beast seemed to be quite happy just by biting him, because after he yelled, the hairy thing let him go and ran off, disappearing in the night.

Severus' tried to catch his breath and he returned as quickly as possible to his house, he needed to know how badly injured he was.

By the time he was inside, facing a mirror, he saw that all his scratches were bleeding profusely, and a big teeth mark was on his right arm. It didn't look good, but he managed to clean it and cured it good enough to avoid an infection.

He never thought that bite was going to curse him for the rest of his life.


So, this is the first chapter. I thought of making it in One Shot, but then I realised it was going to be too big for a One Shot and doing it by chapters was 1) Easier for the story to develop, 2) Easier for me to write and 3) More intense.

You can wait for a second and third chapter (hopefully I'll be done in three parts).

Eraina, Thank you so much for this wonderful challenge and I hope you like it.