Venator Luna Nix SSHG
A SS/HG fanfic by The Sortiarius 13
A/N:I OWN NOTHING, This is for my amusement and others if you feel so incline to venture with me...The Characters and all rights Belong to J.K. Rowling, but I like to venture into her playground...particularly when it comes to a certain Potions Master...No Money is being made off this...and I'm quite alright with that...Stress relief and letting my imagination run wild is all I care about here...and of course Reviews...I'll try and watch my spelling but it does tend to go awry in the heat of the moment when typing so bare with me...This is not my first fanfic but my first to probably be published...RATED M and it's not changing...I won't be as descriptive as some other writers out of respect to the characters, but I will make them HUMAN.
{A/N: So this is the attempt at a sequel to the well received Ill Met By Moonlight SSHG...Snape is on a journey to see if he can cure his lycanthropy or rather everyone else...new school, new adventure...of course it should be noted this adventure was inspired by Skyrim as well...The Collage of Winterhold...}
WARNING: Contains Mature Content...M FOR MATURE, Violence, Blood, Gore, Sexual Content, Language, Horror themes...
My thanks to all my Readers and Reviewers...Enjoy-S.S.
Prologue: The Right Of First Blood
North Side Cliffs, The Frostfall Mountains, Outskirts Of The Wizarding World...
Vast sheets of uncharted ice surrounded the hulking figure that had been the ebony Alpha were formally known as Severus Sebastian Snape, Potions Master and former Professor of Hogwarts Castle. His thick ebony colored fur seemed to have adapted to life in these strange harsh and relatively icy lands. His eyes as black as coals when trained upon his prey turned a soft glowing white as the power bestowed upon a true Champion of Hircine began to make itself known.
Howling winds and biting ice only seemed to intensify as he charged through freshly fallen slush to get to his intended target. Rage burned within him so brightly that his inner glow had been red the shifting color of his eyes indicated as much as his anger gave way to the semi madness that befalls all when heading the call of the hunt, blood lust.
The beast awoken from it's wizard fleshy prison had been prowling for a good two hours in search of another hunter, one with the tact and guile not seen in ages aside from the beast itself in the form of the fleshy mortal wizard.
The instincts of this Snow Hunter had been as common as his own and it made the pursuit of him all the more desperate. There was a burning hatred within the two that not even the frozen wasteland which had become their battlefield could reach.
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Beast Mind:
Water, frozen water all around...the coppery scent...faint but prominent. The Female. He's taken the female into the center of the wasteland of ice. There is no prey for miles aside from the carcass of flesh who dares touch the Female!
I shall rip him asunder for his gall!
Wet.
HATE the wet slick cold and the fleshy thing stealing the female.
The flesh sack shall pay for this insolence...NO LESSER TOUCHES MY FEMALE!"
With a feral growl he turned his attention toward the cliffs getting the whiff of her blood's scent via the high winds carrying it to him.
SACK OF FLESH SHALL KNOW MY WRATH!
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North Side Cliffs, The Frostfall Mountains, Outskirts Of The Wizarding World...
Luna's gaze had been limited via the thick light gray clouds swelling to bursting as they loomed above the Were-Wizard. As he stalked about the massive sheets of ice and snow, he had been unaware of the figure cloaked in shadows taking aim standing above on an icy cliff. Not far from him, the captive witch surrounded by ice attempted to inform her wolfish lover of the hunter's cruel intent.
"SEVERUS!" she shouted for what little good it did due to the biting cold and high winds blocking most of her message. "DON'T STAND THERE HE'S GOT A BOW AND ARROW!"
The Snow Hunter seemed to have anticipated this and chose his vantage point well. He seemed relaxed, more in his element the longer he stood bundled from head to toe wearing only the best hunting equipment galleons or dragots could by.
Hermione Granger's face had been scared from the icy rain cutting into her flesh and her not being able to protect it, the resulting cuts caused her blood to linger in the air attracting her wolfish lover's scent.
The Snow Hunter had been silent as he aimed his bow at the now fast approaching Alpha Werewolf, the ultimate prize as far as he had been concerned. Being the first to rid the worlds of such a horrid creature in ages was high on his list of priorities.
He waited for the best possible moment to launch his arrow aiming right for the Alpha wolf's heart believing the silver coated tip would be more than enough to end the miserable beast and net him the chance to be remembered in infamy.
Hermione was having none of this as the rugged looking witch who's lengthy brown hair had been whipped and spiraled via the high winds and dampened via the freezing cold rain and snow managed to untie her hands shortly before the Snow Hunter could strike true in the heart of the ebony were-beast.
She blinded him with a pelting of hastily made snowballs. He swiped the snow from his eyes and tried once more to aim at the were-beast, but it had disappeared. Hermione had been gasping for breath a good few meters away and it only served to enrage the Snow Hunter.
He scrambled to his feet and attempted to attack her only to find himself launched hard back onto the sheet of ice that blanketed the cliff side.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" shouted the half naked Severus Snape as he emerged from the shadows of the massive ice sheets.
The Snow Hunter had not expected the were-beast to be able to revert back to quickly, knowing all too well that he was indeed the chosen of Hircine to be allowed such a reprieve.
"Severus!" shouted Hermione rushing through the snow to get to her wolfish former Professor.
"Are you injured?" he asked with a good deal of concern despite his obsidian gaze not leaving the Snow Hunter along with his wand.
"Just a few scrapes and bruises." replied the amber eyed witch grateful that the arrow had missed his heart.
Despite his impressive healing factor, she didn't want to think of what amount of pain that shot would have caused him. She didn't even want to think about the amount of pain he would cause the foolish Snow Hunter whom had come from out of nowhere and called him out, going so far as to invoke his rage by dragging her into the thick of things.
"I am first Hunter why do you invoke the wrath of Hircine and challenge me in this place?" asked Snape growling as the beast in him continued to make itself known.
The Snow Hunter smirked as if he had not been wounded and outmatched by the former Potions Professor of Hogwarts.
"You do not invoke my fear, Severus Snape." said the apparently brazen hunter.
"You speak as if you know me." growled Snape intent on causing this urchin in hunter's clothes harm.
"How can I not...as I've come from the same womb your accursed self broke free of some thirty-nine years ago." growled the Snow Hunter. "As for your prowess as a wizard...I commend you, you are indeed as impressive as the tales of you claim...but as a werewolf...I'm afraid...you leave a lot to be desired."
Snape had been about to say something when he heard the feral rumbling often signified the onset of a transformation.
Hermione had been huddled against him as they both witnessed the Snow Hunter shift from that of a mortal man bound from head to toe to avoid the wrath of the elements into a menacing white were-wolf who's eyes offered challenge to the Alpha before him.
"Get back witch." growled Snape as his obsidian orbs took on the familiar blood red tint often associated with his blood lust when shifting into the form of the ebony were-beast.
"Severus?" said Hermione noting Snape had been of the mind to kill this white wolf whom had dared intrude upon his territory as expanded as it had become and do harm to his witch. "Severus...he claims to be your brother...surely there is a way to get to the bottom of this...without violence."
"I have no brother." growled Snape losing the final aspect of his mortal mind as the beast took over once more shedding it's fleshy prison and poised to put the interloper in it's place by ending it's life for good.
Hermione Granger looked on in absolute horror huddled in her winter coat and trying to keep her eyes on her wolfish lover despite the freezing rain and the thick blankets of snow that came to her thighs as she attempted to make sense of what was to transpire between the ebony and white werewolves.
The Snow Hunter, appropriately named due to his were form being that of an Ivory white wolf launched himself into the open rain slick air. Were-Snape appeared to have been ready for him catching the smaller, more slender wolf within his powerful ebony furred arms.
The younger ivory beast struggled to get out of the more powerful creature's clutches employing a bit of clever tact despite the brute force of the ebony wolf's blows to it's face and body.
Hermione gasped when Snape slammed The Snow Hunter onto the icy sheet that covered the cliff tops.
With rapid speed the two of them bit and slashed at each other catching and whimpering as a result of their claws cutting through frost kissed flesh.
"STOP THIS!" shouted Hermione trying to reason with them.
Angered by her constant interference, The Snow Hunter attempted to attack Hermione causing Snape to tackle him full on and resulting in the two Werewolves tumbling off the side of the icy clifftop.
She had heard the whimpers and the snarling just before they fell over the side his dark eyes reverting to her once last time before
"SEVERUS!" screamed Hermione Granger finding herself alone amid the harsh icy wasteland terrified for the fate of her wolfish lover.
Six Months Earlier...