Lessons in Etiquette

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for possible sexual content, violence and language. Reader discretion is advised. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!

WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male), and AU-ness!! Ye be warned

Author's Note: WAHH! And we're back with more fic-a-licious-ness for y'all. Here's the next bit, with minimal pomp and almost NO circumstance. 'So I let 'er lick the (w)rapper.' Cheers!

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Remus swallowed nervously as his footsteps and those of his kidnappers (for that's what he labeled them in his mind) echoed dully across the dead silent Atrium at the Ministry of Magic. After they had Side-Along Apparated him here, without telling him they would do so and thus leaving him almost suffocating, the two men had tightened their hold, as though afraid he might bolt, and dragged him toward the lifts.

"Where are we going?" he demanded.

"Shut up," robust, ugly-hat replied, not bothering to look Remus in the eye.

"Then who are you? Where are you taking me, I have a right to know."

The fat official held up his hand and they stopped suddenly. He turned to face Remus. "What part of shut up didn't you understand the first time you filth?" he growled, putting his face in Remus' personal space.

They lycan drew back his own face from the man's. "I've done everything you've asked, come quietly, and I want to know who you are."

"What for?" fatty asked none too nicely.

"So I know who to blame when I get out of here you asshole."

The man threw back his head and laughed, long and hearty, and then sobered. "Oh, I don't think you're going to get out of this one whelp." He grabbed Remus' jaw between his thumb and fingers, and the burly pair held him tighter, chuckling. "You belong to me now, and you'll do as I tell you. Now shut the fuck up, or I'll shut you the fuck up, scum. Are we clear?"

"Yeah," Remus said, trying to tamp down his rage. He felt like lashing out at the stupid, ugly-hatted, fat prick, but with the burly idiots holding his arms, it was quite impossible.

"Fucking animals, don't know their place in the world," ugly hat muttered as he turned. Remus, who had been looking down at his shoes, suddenly lifted his head, and his amber eyes, normally beautiful and fiery in a reserved sort of way, looked as though they might just burst into actual flame with his rage.

"I am not an animal," he growled in a rather contradictory sort of way.

The large official turned. "What was that?" he asked, cracking his knuckles threateningly.

"I. Am. Not. An. Animal." Remus repeated, enunciating every syllable through gritted teeth. The man actually took a half step backward at the ferocity of the lycanthrope's gaze, and then seemed to steel himself, not wanting to lose face in front of the hired muscle. He raised his fist and sent it with incredible force into Remus' jaw, and an ominous cracking sound followed, but from who was indistinguishable.

Remus felt pain spread like some sort of wild, uncontrollable forest fire spread across his face, but he glared up at the man even as he sagged in the other two's grasp. "I say you are an animal, and until you accept that fact, and start behaving, I'll treat you like one," fatty hissed at him, his breath making Remus want to gag.

Remus felt his pulse quickening and the wolf within was screaming for blood, murder, revenge… He tried to tamp down the feeling as he was hauled to his feet once more and he lifted his head. Already an ugly bruise was blossoming where he had been hit. Pinned as he was, there was nothing he could do, but the need to do something to get some sort of payback was overflowing. So with a gentle arc of his neck, he cleared his sinuses and spat right in the ugly-hatted man's equally ugly face.

The silence billowed horribly, and ugly hat wiped his hand across is face, clearing it of saliva and Merlin knew what else. "That's going to cost you," he said softly.

"Looking forward to it," Remus retorted.

The second punch to his stomach that evening had him doubling over in agony again, only this time, the pair holding him simply dropped him and he collapsed onto the floor. Before he had gained hi breath back, a heavy-booted foot smashed into his ribcage, and sent him rolling instinctively onto his stomach. Another foot connected with his side as the heavy boot now hit him in the head. He could hear laughter, and curled into the fetal position, his now throbbing head in his hands.

Blackness swelled up to meet him, and the last thing he felt before it consumed him, was one last harsh kick to his kidneys and spittle pelting down onto his cheek. Then the world, mercifully, went dark, and he thought no more.

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Lily stood up. She had no idea how long she had been sitting for, nor indeed even what time it might be, but the news was wrapping up, so she assumed it must be rather late. She looked again at Sirius' signature on the parchments. Why would he do it? What could ever possess him to sign something that would send the man he claimed to live into some undoubtedly horrendous prison? Surely even he wasn't dumb enough to sign something without at least reading it first…

She wanted to cry or scream or do both, but could only sit and stare blankly at that stupid scrawling signature. She forced herself up form the couch. She needed answers, and she would be hell-damned if she didn't get them…from the only one who had them.

By the time Lily got to James and Sirius' flat, she had been whistled at twice, asked out for drinks by three rather undesirable drunks and been honked at by a cabby, who then stuck his head out of his cab and whistled at her. She ignored them all completely though, clutching the stack of parchments in her hand, her mind set on her goal.

She absently fingered the wand she had jammed into her jacket pocket on a whim, and was glad of it. She would torture the bastard for information if need be… She didn't bother with the dilapidated elevator they had used the first time she had visited; her anger wouldn't allow her to wait for it to come back from the sixth floor. Instead she went to the door marked stairs, and jogged furiously up them.

Lily stood outside the door for several long breaths, trying to compose herself. She didn't want to just go in there screaming like a banshee, but her hysteria was starting to take root and it took all the will of her strength not to just blow the door off its hinges. She knocked politely and waited for a response.

A messy-haired James opened the door in naught but his pyjama pants. "Evans!" he cried delightedly. "Couldn't get enough of me, eh?" He grinned cheekily, and Lily pried her eyes away from his rather well defined chest and torso. She had to focus!

"Is Black here?" she asked, not bothering to ask to be let in and simply marching into the living room. James cocked an eyebrow but didn't say anything. "Him and I need to have words."

Now James looked very confused. "Uh…let me just go get him…" he disappeared down the hallway shouting: "Sirius! Evans is here and says she has to have words with you!"

Sirius came out of somewhere dressed only in a decidedly pimp-looking robe and matching pyjama pants, followed by James, who never passed up an opportunity to see Lily mad or Sirius get shouted at.

Lily's mouth and hand acted of their own accord as she Accio'd their wands, holding them hostage. "I need answers," she said quite levelly. "And you, Sirius, are going to give them to me. Then you can have yours and James' wands back."

"Why are you taking my-" James began, outraged, but a single look from Lily shut him up.

"Why did you do it?' Lily asked, looking back at Sirius, who now looked confused.

"Do what?"

Lily threw the bundle of parchment at him and it hit him squarely in the chest before flopping lifelessly to the floor. "You bloody well know what! How could you do this to Remus?"

Sirius, who had been bending to pick up the eerily familiar parchments, now glanced quickly upward. "What? What about Remus, I haven't done anything to him!"

Lily snorted in cold derision. "You're as poor a liar as you are a human being," she spat out. "Read the parchment and see for yourself."

Sirius looked over the parchment, James reading over his shoulder, and felt a heavy, lead-like weight drop into his stomach. He could see is signature, plain as day, at the bottom. His memory flashed back to the official who had given them to him to sign the day before. "How did you get this?" he whispered, not willing to believe.

"How do you think? Some Ministry jackass gave them to me when they took Remus away. Yeah, because of you Remus is in some stupid fucking holding cell until some lame-ass 'evaluation' where they deem if he's enough of a danger to society to warrant being locked up forever!!" Lily shouted, not caring what the neighbours might think. In actually fact, the next-door neighbour was a highly deaf old woman, and the apartment above was vacant.

"I didn't-" Sirius said, not wanting to believe it. The parchments seemed to burn his hands but he couldn't out them down. His chest constricted and he felt like he was Apparating, though he hadn't moved. His head throbbed and his vision went in and out of focus. This couldn't be happening…

"Don't lie to me!" Lily snarled, stepping forward. "Don't you dare lie to me!" the air around her seemed to crackle with electricity.

James, who sensed Sirius' shock and pain at this news, stepped between the two. "Lily, I don't think Sirius would-"

"Then why is his signature on the fucking papers James? Tell me, because I'm dying to know." She stepped sideways to address Sirius once more. "Just tell me why you did it, and why you lied about loving him. Tell me that at least."

Sirius was too stunned to speak. His mouth moved, trying to form the words that streaked like comets across his conscious mind, but no sound came out. He could only look helplessly from his signature, the one he had penned so carelessly, to Lily's furious eyes.

The redhead felt her temper boil over, and pointed her wand at the nearest object, which happened to be the sofa. "Incendio!" she shouted, and the entire unfortunate thing burst into flame. The parchments fell from Sirius' slackened fingers and James' jaw nearly smacked upon his chest in shock.

"You…you just…" he stuttered, unable to believe that Lily Evans had just set his couch aflame. Sure, he knew she was fiery in her own right, but he never would have taken her for a pyromaniac… "The couch is on fire!" he shouted. "What the hell!! Why did you set my fucking couch on fire?"

The flames were perfectly contained as they licked higher into the air as they consumed the now black sofa. Lily tossed her head. "Oh please. It's not as thought two spoiled brats like yourselves can't afford another one. Besides, it was ugly to start with; I'm making it look better."

"Put it out!" James shouted, very near to hysteria himself now as Sirius just stared at the ever-increasing flames that devoured the place he had spent so many Saturday mornings with his cartoons and cereal.

"I'll put it out when your friend tells me why he signed those papers," Lily said, not seeming to care that she had just committed arson. James looked at Sirius, who just kept staring at the couch. "Until then, you can watch your beloved chesterfield burn in all its horrible ugly glory."

"He'll tell you!" James said. "I promise you Evans, he will tell you, just please, put our poor sofa out of its misery now." Lily looked dubious, but waved her wand, and the flames died immediately, leaving the couch smoking slightly in its charred, ruinous state. "Okay Sirius," James said, sighing with relief that his flat wouldn't be burned to a crisp and mixed grief over the loss of his second favourite piece of furniture (the first being his own bed). "Time to fess up."

Sirius continued to stare off into space for several long minutes, and Lily was on the verge of setting something else in the flat on fire (no use doing the couch again), when Sirius looked finally at James. For his part, James felt a deep sadness weighing down his heart, like a plastic bag filled with stones sinking irreversibly to the bottom of a lake. Sirius had the same look in his eyes that he'd had that fateful night in the summer after sixth year when he'd turned up, hollow and numb with his trunk at James' front door.

"We're waiting," said Lily rather rudely, and the spell seemed to be broken between the two best mates, as they both set their eyes on Lily now. James felt his protectiveness for Sirius, especially in times of emotional distress such as this flare up. "Now look here Evans, Obviously he's in no state to answer your questions, and if you ask me, he didn't do this on purpose."

"Well no one asked you, did they?" Lily replied. "Now either he'll answer me or I'll set you on fire!" James came toward her, taking her upper arm firmly in his hand, and took her into the hallway. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded none too quietly.

"Shut it. Now you listen to me. If Sirius told Remus he was in love with him, then he wasn't lying. Sirius doesn't lie about shit like that. And obviously he didn't sign those documents on purpose, so just leave off bothering him."

"What makes you such an expert?"

"The fact that at the age of sixteen, Sirius came to my house after his parents disowned him and kicked him out of his house. He had no one, and he came to me, and my parents let him stay. And you know what? He had the exact same fucking look on his face when he did. So if you want to get your answers out of him, go right ahead and set me on fire, but only over m dead body will you badger him any more about it." James didn't raise his voice, but the fierce loyalty Lily saw shining in his gaze and the tone with which he spoke, a tone that brooked no arguments, left her speechless.

She felt like she was drowning in her helplessness, unable to do anything for Remus, and unable to question and vent her rage and sense of despair on the one person she had thought held answers for her. A great wave of emotion welled up in her, and the hot tears slid down her cheeks; tears she had been holding in since she had found out the truth.

James sighed and put his arms around her, pulling her flush against his chest. Lily struggled, trying to push away, but he held her fast, and soon, her arms slid up his body, looping around his neck and she let her tears run their course, clinging to James who seemed a pillar of strength and a lifeline in her sea of sorrow. "It's going to be okay," said James softly, stroking her back gently. "I'll go with Sirius tomorrow and we'll get him out. It'll be okay."

Lily nodded against his chest, sniffling slightly. Her wracking sobs had passed, and soon, she realized just how close she was standing to James potter, her sworn arch-nemesis. She felt a blush heat her cheeks and stepped back slightly out of his embrace. Hastily she swiped the last tears from her eyes and the tracks their predecessors had made across her cheeks. She frowned lightly at the slight wet spot her tears had made on James' shirt. "Sorry," she murmured. "Your shirt…"

James looked at it and a smiled graced his lips. "If you gave me my wand, I could dry it and no one would be the wiser…"

She giggled. "Yeah. Sorry…" She held out the wands, and James plucked the slightly longer of the two from her grasp. "And…sorry about the couch."

"No worries," said James airily. "Besides, you were right. It was ugly to start with anyway."

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Remus woke slowly, the black fog lifted and burning away from his consciousness, and became aware of three things simultaneously. He was lying on something hard and cold, the air around him stank of decay, stale air and urine, and his head was throbbing in time to his heartbeats.

He blinked and opened his eyes, seeing a slightly unfocused grey cement wall, connected to a similar floor with several ominous stains across it. He sat up, and the throbbing in his head doubled and trebled in intensity. He clutched the sides of his head in agony and felt the contents of his stomach churning horribly as his body clenched from the ferocious pounding between his temples. Suddenly he lurched up onto all fours as the throbbing in his head reached a frenzied crescendo and vomited the entirety of his dinner onto the cold, uncomfortable floor.

His stomach heaved and clenched even after it was empty, and it was a long while before the feeling of nausea subsided. When it had, he sat back, and looked about himself for the first time. The floor, as he had noted before, was covered in an array of many, some overlapping, stains, some of which looked hauntingly like blood. The back wall and the wall to his left were made of flat, unadorned concrete (unless one counted bloodstains as adornments) much like the floor, and to his right and in front of him there were thick metal bars. There was a gate in the front set of bars, but even from within, he could tell that it would be impossible to penetrate even if he had the keys. It was undoubtedly enchanted with a plethora of spells to keep him in.

Sighing, he backed as far away from the puddle of vomit as possible, and settled himself in the cleanest looking spot he could find. Just as he was closing his eyes, he noticed a movement from behind the bars to the right of his cell. He turned and peered into the darkness, a glinting pair of eyes looking back at him. He started and shrank back, fearing the worst.

In the half-light (as the entire complex seemed to be lit with only a single light bulb hanging naked and barren from its socket) he could vaguely make out a small shape, and then the creature or whatever it was moved into the slanting puddle of what little light there was, and he saw it was a thin, haunted-looking little boy. Remus' heart jumped into his throat. Could this boy, who looked to be no more than seven or eight years old, possibly be a werewolf too? "Hello?' he asked softly, and the boy flinched backward. "No," Remus said, putting up his hand in the universal signal of surrender. He edged closer and the boy looked at him warily, but held his ground. "Where…where are we?"

The boy shrugged and gave Remus a funny look. It was apparent he hadn't heard a kind word in so long he had completely forgotten what a decent respectable person sounded like. Remus felt sadness and anger fighting for dominance inside of him at it. "How long have you been here?" he asked, and the boy shrugged again. Perhaps he was a mute… "What's your name?" he probed kindly.

The boy's eyes widened slightly, and the barest hint of a smile, the tiniest quirking at the corners of his lips, appeared. "Patrick," he replied, in a thin, shaky voice that lent to the impression he didn't speak much.

Remus found himself grinning. "Nice to meet you Patrick. I'm Remus…are you a werewolf too?" The boy smiled shyly back now and nodded. "I see," Remus replied, feeling very much like he was having a one-sided conversation. "So do you know any ways to break out of here?"

Suddenly, the boy shrank back into the dark corner of his cell, face contorting in fear, and Remus put out his hands to try and stop him. "I was joking!" he called, but was met only by a deep, mirthless laugh. He turned, and his own face blanched.

The same ugly-hatted man, only now without his stupid ugly hat, stood by the barred gate of Remus' cell. "So, you've woken up, have you?" he asked, grinning cruelly. Remus felt rage boiling in the pit of his stomach, and a growl escaped his lips. The man's mercifully hat-free, bald, head shone dimly as he leaned down and leered at the lycan. "Play nice, or I'll give you something you don't want in a place you don't want it." The man cackled sycophantically.

"You're a piece of shit," Remus said, standing on slightly shaking knees gripping the bars of his prison. The man merely grinned.

"Really. Well maybe a few days without anything to gnaw at besides your own cursed bones will teach you to give me the respect I deserve." He tossed the scrap of stale bread into the neighbouring little boy's cell and a hand reached out for it deftly and silently. Remus didn't care. The boy probably needed it more than he did at the moment anyway.

His knuckles tightened around the bar as the man spit at Remus' feet, but before he could even open his mouth, a club flashed down from the man's meaty hand, striking painfully hard across his knuckles, and he let go, swaying. The pounding in his head was back from his rage and anger and weakened condition. With a final laugh, ugly hat strode away, back down the corridor.

Remus succumbed to the urge to sink down again against the cool concrete, and looked to his right again, and Patrick's eyes loomed out of the darkness at him once more. "You shouldn't make them angry," the boy said softly, and Remus was surprised to hear him speak so much in one go. "It'll only be trouble for you."

Remus sighed. "Thanks for the advice."

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"I'm sorry." The words were bracing, and rather difficult to say, as the mouth that spoke them said them rarely. In fact, Lily Evans wasn't really known for being sorry for a lot of things. But she could see now just how badly her news had hit Sirius Black. He had still been standing in the same spot, staring at the blackened remnants of couch, the legal parchments in disarray at his feet, when she and James had come back into the apartment, and her heart ached for him as well as Remus.

They had led him to sit, after repairing the couch to something much nicer, and Lily had offered to make them some tea. James was now looking at his best mate anxiously. He had never seen Sirius this deeply shocked before.

"Sirius?" he asked softly, and the man turned his haunted eyes to James. "Are you going to be alright?" he asked, fearing the worst. Sirius didn't have to reply for James to know the answer. "Mate, I promise you, things are going to be okay. We'll go as soon as it's morning to the Ministry, and you can get this all sorted, and Lily and I will go with you.

Sirius looked at the redhead who pressed a warm mug of tea into his hands and bade him to drink. He did so mechanically, not registering the flavour or the heat. His mind was emptied of all but one thought. Remus was locked away somewhere because of him. All the haunting things he thought he'd left behind at his parents' house, all the things they stood for that he'd rejected had suddenly caught up to him. He'd thought he was better than them, a better person, but now he was the worst of the lot.

He hated himself, pure and simple. He wanted to die. And when that thought had finally cemented itself in his mind, he felt his dread and guilt harden to iron resolve in the bottom of his heart. He put his mug of tea down and stood. "I have to see him. I have to go…" He actually started for the door before James pulled him back down.

"Sirius, do you know what time it is? You can't just go waltzing into the Ministry and demand to see him. Wait until tomorrow morning, okay? We'll go with you."

"No." Sirius shook his head, and looked at James firmly. Lily bit her lip and her gaze swiveled between the two. She really rather wanted to see Remus, but didn't want to upset Sirius further (she still felt horrendously guilty for his shock as it was).

"Sirius-" James tried, glancing across at Lily.

"No! I have to tell him what I fucking did and I don't want anyone else around, okay?" Lily smiled at Sirius and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Alright Black. You go, and James and I will wait until after you tell him." Sirius smiled gratefully at the redhead, and she rose, stretching and yawning. "Well, it's late and it's been a long day. I'm going to go home and try to sleep for a bit. I'll be back in the morning."

James stood. "You can't just walk home at this hour."

Lily cocked an eyebrow. "Why ever not?"

"Because not even I will walk home alone at this time, and Sirius is in no state to walk you, and I'm just too damn lazy," James replied, stifling a well-placed yawn. "Just stay here tonight."

Lily's other brow went up now. "What?" she asked. "With you? I don't think so."

"Not like that Evans, you pervert. I meant just stay here, at our flat. Look, you can even take my bed if you like, and I'll sleep on this woefully-not-my-couch couch. Okay?"

Lily gaped slightly at James' gallantry. Where was the stupid jerk that used to throw balls of parchment at the back of her head and all her Evans and lord about with his stupid friends? And even better, who was this kind, thoughtful, funny (not to mention exceedingly attractive) man pretending to be him? Lily felt herself blush as the word handsome applied to James Potter streak across her mind. "Uhm, y-yeah...that sounds…er, good," she stammered, and smiled nervously, forgetting already what she was agreeing to. God, since when had she gotten all flustered?

Sirius stood up again, not really paying attention to the stuttering Evans or the now very pleased James. "I'm going to bed," he said in a flat little voice, and strode of purposefully to his bedroom, leaving the two alone.

Lily coughed nervously into her hand. "Er…" said James, feeling rather awkward. "Let me just…show you where you'll be sleeping… Umm…just holler if you need anything." Lily nodded wordlessly as she stood at the doorway to James Potter's immaculately tidy room. Where she would be sleeping. In his bed.

She closed the door behind her and realized as she was hesitantly folding down the bed, she had no pyjamas. Biting her lip, she looked back, and there was a soft knock on the door. She opened it and saw James grinning sheepishly at her. "Forgot my pyjamas." Lily couldn't help but giggle.

"I was just wondering if you would mind terribly if I borrowed some of yours?" He shook his head as he pulled some pyjamas from his drawer, and passed them to her before grabbing some for himself. "Thanks."

"No problem. Sleep well Lily." She smiled softly back at him.

"You too."

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Remus opened his eyes blearily and the hated moon, now nearing it's ripeness, glared angrily back at him like a partially lidded eye. There was an incessant banging of metal on metal, and he struggled from the clutches of sleep to waking. "Wha-what's going on?" he murmured.

"Get up."

Remus stood and his head throbbed and he felt suddenly dizzy. He gripped the bars of his cell as he swayed, and then righted himself. "Where are-"

"Shut the fuck up, and step away from the fucking door." The man didn't sound like ugly hat, but Remus could still feel the fog of sleep clouding his mind. He stepped away, and the sounds of metal grinding against metal as the lock turned, seemed loud in the deathly silence. "Come."

Remus stumbled out blindly in the dark, straining to catch a look at the man's face, but with the light of the moon, it was impossible to make anything out other than the long bridge of his nose. "Where are you taking me?" Remus asked as cuffs were placed around his wrists and he was prodded into forward motion. He didn't dare look over his shoulder.

"Turn here," the man said, ignoring the question. Remus turned and preceded the man down the hallway, feeling a wand point pushing slightly at his spine if he slowed or made to turn again. "Through the second door on the left," mystery guy instructed, and Remus obeyed, opening the door.

It was lit by a single light bulb hanging naked in the center of the room, a feeble bit of yarn acting as the pull-switch, and there was a large, heavy-set, ominous looking chair directly beneath it. Beside the table was a small table with a smattering of unidentifiable objects on it that gleamed in the bright, unadulterated light. He moved into the room, and the man closed the door behind them. "Sit." Remus sat.

He looked at the small table and felt his stomach clench uncomfortably at the sight of various sized needles on the table. "What the hell is happening?" Remus demanded of the mysterious man, who stood just outside the puddle of light. Remus caught a wand waving in front of a black-robed chest and felt ropes spring from nothingness to bind him to the chair. He struggled fruitlessly.

Suddenly ugly hat stepped into the light and Remus glared, baring his teeth in a snarl of purest rage. "Congratulations animal seventeen J six. You've been chosen to participate in a new study for a lycanthropy cure."

"What?" Remus asked, feeling fear creep up his spine.

The mystery man stepped into the light, his long pallid face unsmiling as he prepared one of the syringes. A long curtain of unkempt hair framed his face, and he was clothed entirely in black that matched the inky depths of his gaze.

The man then tied a tourniquet securely around his arm and his veins popped up obligingly despite Remus' best efforts. He felt suddenly stifling, and sweat trickled teasingly down the back of his neck. He was in silent horror as the needle tip pierced his vein and the colourless solution was emptied into his veins.

His heart beat loudly in his ears and he felt sweat break out on his upper lip. He blinked and the world seemed to distort and melt away. His head fell forward onto his chest and he stumbled once more into blissful, black oblivion.

The ugly-hatted man grinned. "Hopefully this one won't die, eh?" The man in black smiled thinly and without mirth or malice. "Well if we're all done here, I'll have someone bring the animal back to it's holding cell, and we'll wait and see what happens." The man nodded. "Not really one for conversation, eh Snape?" ugly hat asked as they exited the room.

Severus Snape didn't smile this time, but replied in a silken soft voice, "No."

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Author's Note: hmm…the angst. So sad. But I tried to throw a bit of fluffiness in there for you all, even if it was hetero. But please review and tell me what you thought and I will TRY to get some smut going of the slash-y good variety. XD Cheers!!