Severus' POV
I had spent the last few days in the room which was now mine at Hogwarts. It wasn't much, but it was more than I could ask for. I had not ventured out of my room in that time. I ordered and ate all of my meals in my room. I spent my free time reading the few books I had brought with me and staring at the brick walls. I was trying desperately not to let my mind wander towards my mate. My mate who didn't want me.
It was early one morning when I got the note. It was from Dumbledore, requesting my presence in his office. I slowly got dressed, cursing his name under my breath. Why does he need me? He who shall not be named has not called me. Not for a few days.
I walked towards his office, a death march playing in my head. Once I was in his office he smiled at me.
'Hello Severus. We are going to the meeting of our secret society, The Order of the Pheonix. Now I must ask, anything you hear in this meeting, unless specified, must stay with you.'
'Yes sir.'
'Good, now read this.'
He handed me a slip of paper that read '63 Canary Street'.
I read it and joined Dumbledore in the floo. He threw down some powder and said 'Headquarters'.
The large house we landed in was bright and airy. I could hear voices from a room close to the floo room we were in. Dumbledore gestured for me to walk behind him and we left the room. We walked towards a door that was slightly ajar. There was light streaming out of the door and I could hear voices getting stronger. Then I smelt it. He was here.
Remus' POV
A meeting had been called. Dumbledore had not been specific about the reason for this meeting so we were all sitting in the meeting room quietly discussing what we thought we were here for.
'Maybe He Who Must Not Be Named has attacked again?' Frank suggested.
'Maybe Dumbledore has a new mission for us?' Sirius said, more to James than to the group.
'Maybe he's just planning another party,' Marlene laughed.
'Maybe he…' Here I stopped mid-sentence. There it was. A smell I had not smelt in a few years. A smell that still made my heart skip a beat. My mate. He was here.
'Remmy?' Lily asked. I shook my head numbly and pointed towards the door. It opened to reveal a smiling Albus Dumbledore and a stronger smell of my mate. My creature whined involuntarily. Dumbledore looked at me with sympathy as the rest of the order looked at me quizzically.
'Good morning everyone, I know you all lead busy lives and were not expecting me to call this meeting. There is no news yet as to anymore incidents caused by Voldemort.' As he said the name, nearly everyone flinched or cringed. Albus smiled grimly. I was only half listening, knowing that he was here. My creature, loathe as I was to admit it, was throwing himself at my barrier, demanding I go to my mate. I dug my nails into my hand, not noticing I was bringing out blood. I heard another whine that came from the room Dumbledore came from. My mate.
