Author's Note: Naturally we all know that I have no ownership whatsoever of Harry Potter and his fellow wizarding mates, or of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Original characters are mine.

Thank you FireSenshi2 and Trickster32 for your reviews. I'd say more here, but... I kinda don't wish to spoil it... enjoy...

Warning: Things are going to get a little nuts...

Chapter Six

Rescue

"What are the chances of that place to be of a different appearance?" Remus says, observing the area from where he stood.

"One way to find out, if this is on the back of a watermill, it means there's got to be entries of sorts that lead into the water," Severus was also monitoring, particularly the river. It wasn't frozen over, but it was certainly got that ice cold appearance to remind many that it was blooming winter!

"Are you sure you're going to be okay with that?" Remus asked, already figuring out what Severus was going to attempt.

A wry smile appears. "You know, despite all the fucked up crap, I enjoy the fact that I can breathe underwater. Plus when it comes to our daughters... you saw what I did to Fat Boy back there."

"Part of me thinks you didn't just do it for Freya and Athena," Remus remarked, but understood all the same.

Severus started to strip down to his long pants, displaying his scales and shark like gills. The cold hit his bare skin like a bulldozer, but his body adapted as quickly as it could to combat it, he also pulled a tiny vial from an inner pocket of his robes, (which Remus was holding), containing a sparkling mauve coloured liquid. His special Blood Adaption Serum, the very one he gave to the Turtles to help them with the cool. He didn't have any special name for it, as he couldn't think of one that fit as of yet, but it didn't matter, he knew what it was for and what it did.

"I always carry one, just in case," he says to Remus.

"Just be careful, Sev," Remus cautioned.

"You stay on your guard, too... Moony," said Severus.

This took Remus by surprise, for Severus had never addressed him as Moony, until just now. But now was not the time for full sentimental. Severus uncorked the vial and poured the contents down his throat and made his way to the water.

The feel of the water upon his feet was like this welcoming sensation that he missed. Ever since his change, whenever he was in or around water, he felt calm, relaxed and at home. Making his way further until he felt his gills emerge, allowing them to awaken and near take over, he dived down into the clear water, where his entire body was, with just as quick procession, able to breathe and see with ease, like a section of his lungs and vision woke up and allowed the water to pass through him and out the gills, like that of a fish.

Not wasting his time, Severus found the direction he needed to go and powered toward it, swimming where the river meets under the house and carefully going under, being careful to avoid the wheel, thanking to Merlin that it wasn't functioning, checking for any viable entry point.

Seeing something that looked a little promising, he inched his way, little by little; until he found the break he needed and moved on up and silently as possible raised his head just enough so his eyes were above the water, the rest of him down below, softly treading the water.

At first he saw nothing but the wooden and tiled flooring, Remus was right, the inside was vastly different from what it appeared on the outside. He spied doors, leading to goodness knows to which room, not knowing which one was the one for the outside; windows, looking out to the inky black twinkly starlight night sky, and from his point, with the lower ones, varying points around the field and river. He couldn't see Remus, but he figured that either Remus was hiding in wait, or he simply couldn't see from where he was positioned.

Moving around, he spied a set of stairs built into the walls, he heard them, their cries, coming from up there.

"Please let us go!" he also heard, he knew that was one of the Turtles. He could hear the fear and the whimpering.

Slap!

"Don't you touch my brother!" one defiant voice calls.

That Turtle must have done something, because he too copped what sounded like another slap.

"Will you shut those babies up?"

"I'm trying, Master!"

"Let me try!"

But a much more painful squeal escaped.

Alarm bells went off. As much as he wanted to charge in there, he couldn't do it alone. Quietly and quickly, he sped back to where he needed, finding Remus still waiting for him, partly hidden in the reeds and bushes by the bank.

"They're in there," he confirmed to his partner, seeing him get to his feet, his wand was in his hand. Even with their abilities some things are of old habit or because it may be less attention bringing to use what they already knew. "On the second floor, I think, as I could hear the conversing coming from there. You're not going to like what I am about to tell you."

Remus did his best to prepare for the following words, but when he heard what Severus had to say his eyes turned from blue to yellow tinged, and his teeth started to form into wolf like fangs.

"Calm Moony!" said Severus, placing a hand on his chest. "I wanted to charge in there, too. Believe me on that. We need to do this together."

"Care for some extra hands?" comes a voice they didn't expect.

"What are you doing here?" Severus glowered at the sight of James and Sirius.

"Remus didn't see that we had followed him, as he was following you. We heard quite a fair bit, saw the scary expression Remus pulled from the angle he was standing up that hallway... and it a bit to get Albus to explain what had happened, because you had both disappeared by the time we got to where you were all standing, seeing the evidence of whatever happened to the pudgy bloke and automatically wanting to help, even that took Albus a while to budge," James explains.

"Despite what I think of you, Remus is our friend and we want to help," Sirius adds, voice unfamiliar to Severus in the addressing he was showing toward him. Mature, he supposed was the best word.

"Where is Peter?" Remus asked.

"He wanted to stay and keep Lily and Harry company, after they learned on what we were going to do."

Severus thought there was some other reason, but didn't voice it. In his opinion, Peter Pettigrew was always a bit of a timid prat in his view, so such a task as this would easily have him running for the hills.

"I can hear Athena, and I can really sense the both of them," Remus speaks; he hadn't reformed back to human, his wanted to keep the hone he got.

He wasn't the only one, given Severus had just as deep of internal connection to their children, his gut was never wrong when something was going on with them. From the moment he could truly sense their heartbeats, whilst carrying them, to knowing something was wrong not long after they entered the world, where they lost Kali and Brigid two weeks after they were born, to even before their remaining pair, Freya and Athena, were discovered missing both the last time and now.

"How do you want to do this?" James asks.

"Preferably go unnoticed until we have no choice to be see," said Severus. "I just know I'm going in through the entry I found under the water, there are several doors and windows from what I was able to observe, where those doors lead, I don't know, I just know I heard the commotion up the only flight of stairs I could find; doesn't mean there aren't any other stairs."

"I did a very quick round of the house where I could; there is a set of stairs situated on the far side. Took whatever strength to not barge up them," Remus admits.

"So what's the plan?" Sirius asks.

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The door opened up when it was knocked upon, very loudly.

"May I help you?" asked a solid built man, looking rather annoyed.

"Sorry to bother you at this time of night," said James. "But have you seen my dog? He managed to get out of the yard and we've been looking for him all afternoon since."

"In case you've noticed it is well past afternoon, it's almost eight thirty at night," said the man, frowning. "Whatever happened to your mutt is not my concern."

"Look, please! It's important for me to find him," James urges.

"Well, what does he look like?"

"He's big, black, acts like an utter goofball, and really loves to lick people to death... or sniff their crotch... whatever takes his fancy at the time."

From over the man's shoulder, James could see movement.

"Does he have ears that poke up and about the size of a small bear?" the man points over James's shoulder.

James turns to see a very large black dog walking toward them.

"Paddy! There you are you stupid mutt! You had me worried, you jerk!" he exclaimed in a mocked joy.

"Hubert!" calls a voice from within. "What's going on down there?"

Just before 'Hubert' could answer, a wet hand clammed over his mouth, while something sharp feeling poked into his back.

"You are going to answer, but if you give out the slightest hint we are here, you're dead," whispered the stony tone of Severus Snape.

He removes his hand just enough to let Hubert speak;

"Just some man trying to find his mutt! Nothing to worry about Dr Orson!"

"Good man," said Severus, as he moved his hand back up, and in front of Hubert's face, curving his fingers where it almost looked like it was clawed; Hubert started to suffocate soundlessly, choking, hands going up to his throat, desperate for breath. His skin starting to look dehydrated and cracked, as the sweat glands went into overdrive.

Within seconds, Hubert was dead, his body falling, but was caught before he could make a thud on the ground. He wasn't as solidly built as he was before; instead, he looked almost mummified by how his skin just decomposed due to the dryness and the loss of air.

He didn't display it, but Severus was rather pleased to see the stunned, and perhaps partly terrified, expressions on his old classmates' faces.

On the other side of the house, Remus had managed to climb the stairs with as much stealth as he could muster. Reaching the window that was just near the door. Easing his way to see what he could, he had to duck down just as fast when he saw one of the persons turn around toward him. He hoped he wasn't seen.

He did managed to spot a couple of lit candles, though. But he couldn't risk it, not until he knew where the children were.

Heart practically in his mouth, he inched up again, and got a better look.

Anger laced his yellow tinged eyes; his finger nails now changing into claws. He didn't really need the full moon to make this transformation. The full moon was for the entire beast, the part that was still in many ways controlled by the blasted curse of being attacked by werewolf, the concoctions he had been placed in with during his entrapment at EWA, made it so he was able to conjure part of that beast at will, and have full control... not that he wasn't able to control the entire beast now, he can and has, but only for so long. Turning out that the safest 'people' were those who weren't completely human. Didn't mean Remus still didn't take precautions, however.

He heard Dr Orson speaking from elsewhere in the house. He could also just make out a faint sniffling sound.

Hang in there, kids, we're coming, he thought to himself.

His cue came when he heard the man who answered the door call up to inform the doctor on what was going on.

Remus moved to the door, and lightly scratched on it, enough to hopefully be heard. He heard movement and then the door opened upon, becoming face to face with...

"Evening, Jocelyn," he said in a pleasant tone, before grabbing her by the neck, ceasing any attempt for her to do what he knew she was good at when it came to using a particular sound within her voice.

"Roman..." she choked out. "You must understand..."

"Save it!" Remus said, forcing Jocelyn to turn around and move ahead of him, keeping a firm grip around the back of her neck, the claws on his hand partly digging in, reminding her just how sharp they were.

The room they entered in from the door was something of a sitting area, with only a couch and little table – where the lit candles were. They continued through to another door, into a hallway of sorts, where there were a series of doors.

A near ear piercing scream rang out. One of pain.

Remus shoved Jocelyn aside, not caring how hard she hit the wall, and bolted toward the doorway he heard it coming from, coming up the stair from the floor below, was Severus, who also heard it. Severus reached at the same time as Remus, but because of the narrow of the gap, Remus being a split second ahead, went through first. But it didn't matter who entered the room first, for neither one were prepared to see the scene they had entered into. It was fair to say what followed was one that could be one of justification...

Upon entry, they could see the four Turtles, three of them tied up to chairs, the fourth, Michelangelo, chained down on a table. The twins were in crude looking cribs, they, along with Michelangelo all having evidence of being harmed; Raphael was sporting an angry looking mark on his face after copping a backhand for speaking up.

Without needing to go into much more detail, it was not a pretty sight to see.

Dr Orson standing over one of the twins, with what appeared to be a scalpel, or something of a similar design, while he had a few of his White Coat Assistants carrying out whatever their orders were in regard to the other twin and the turtles.

Both launched forwards.

Remus grabbing the first White Coat he was closest to, and not even thinking on it, broke her arm after she tried to stop him by pushing him, then smashing her kneecap as she went down in a sheet of pain. While Severus pinched a nerve in another one's neck, causing him to render unconscious

In fact, they didn't kill the White Coats, only simply causing them to make sure they couldn't get up again. During this, James and Sirius untied the Turtles, something in their heads already dismissing on what the heck they were even seeing... but then they saw Severus and what he did not too long ago so this was perhaps not as alarming.

"Who are you?" Donatello asks.

"Friends," James simply says, with a comforting smile. "We came to help."

"Get them out of here!" Remus orders his two friends.

Sirius managed to scoop the twins up and pass on of them to James, and were about to get them and the Turtles out of there. Jocelyn showed up in the doorway, blocking them in.

She opened her mouth...

"Don't even think about it!" Severus hissed, moving a hand toward her.

Jocelyn started choking, as he clenched his fist, making her stumbled just enough out of the way to allow for the eight to get out. When they were in the clear, Severus swiped his arm aside, sending Jocelyn slamming into the table that Michelangelo had been tied down upon. Remus quickly went over and knocked her out completely. He didn't want to hear whatever excuses she had to give.

Dr Orson was left standing, huddled in a corner, close to one of the cribs the twins were once in.

"You owe us an explanation!" Severus sneered.

"I was under orders!" Dr Orson cried, knowing he was no longer in power here. Not by a long shot. "The Ministry... some of them... they know of EWA... they said that the twins being born of two wizards wasn't meant to happen. The orders were to make them disappear... no matter the cost..."

"Who made those orders?" Remus demanded.

Dr Orson shook his head with defiance. "I will speak no names!"

Severus's lip curled; "Oh... you will!"

The names were forced out of Orson, giving ten names in all on who was involved, Remus, by use of burning into a piece of wood, (he used his own wand to conjure a fire), wrote every name that he gave.

"Is that all?" Severus asks.

Dr Orson was so messed up, piss all down his pants, an eyeball hanging from the socket, even a few broken fingers. Not to mention the use of air, water, earth and fire... the very powers he placed into Severus and Remus, in the hopes that he would be able to use them for his own twisted gain... or whoever was involved in the entirety of their being the way they were now.

Oh the irony...

After a moment, Dr Orson was about to say something, perhaps another name, but all he said was;

"I regret nothing!"

An insolent smile upon his lips.

It was enough for both Remus and Severus to cause his body to burn and liquefy at the same time, using fire and water, as well as a touch of air, to ensure that his screams were 'caught in his throat'.

They looked at the still conscious White Coats when they were done, all scared, or rather, literally unable, to move.

"If you ever, ever dare to come after us, remember what you saw..." Severus warned.

To drive the message much deeper, Remus caused a fireball to lap around the room, where they each felt the licks of heat.

With no more need to be there, they quickly made their way out to join the others.

They saw that they were waiting not too far away...

Severus's gut went into a double dose of pang.

"Something is wrong!" he said.

When they drew closer, they saw Sirius keeping the Turtles back and holding the twin he was holding, while James was a few centimetres away... trying desperately to perform CPR.

He saw them coming.

"She just stopped breathing! I don't know..." he said, getting to his feet and going to them.

Severus was the one who took her. Already his face was doing its best to keep it together, as he looked upon his daughter.

"Freya?" his voice trembles. "Daddy's here, come on Angelfish."

He rubs the tiny girl's chest, her eyes closed, as though she were sleeping, lips parted a little. Not responding.

Sirius respectively handed Athena to Remus. Athena whimpers for a moment, until she felt her father's warmth and familiar smell, then settles.

Remus approaches Severus and Freya, wrapping a single arm around him, not giving a crap anymore on who was also on the scene.

"Please, don't go..."

Tears rolling down Severus's cheeks, holding Freya as close as he could possibly hold her. Remus managed to fit Athena in Severus's arms, too, believing that she ought to be close to her sister, not letting go, helping to balance the two between them; his own tears starting to fall.

Intense much...?