Just a Kiss in the Moonlight
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Warnings: SLASH, flamers to the left, reviews bring updates people. :D they make me happy. Happiness breeds inspiration, you know.
CHAPTER TWO
Harry walked steadily down the steps, leading to the entrance hall of Hogwarts, knowing full well he was being followed. He grinned and slowed his pace. Let them follow, he thought, that was what he wanted. Besides, Ron and Ginny needed time to fly Hermione and Neville to the Gryffindor stands on the Quidditch Pitch and hide. He laughed, inwardly admiring the stern Potions Master for his plan and cunning. Werewolves couldn't climb straight up, nor would they be able to get through the spelled shut doors Dumbledore put on the stands, his friends would be safe. He was a true Slytherin indeed, though he would never say it to his face. He could feel the weight of the silver dagger in his robes, a last ditch plan, and the broom he carried over his shoulder, an escape if needed. Everyone would be out there, waiting, for Harry to lead the rogue werewolves out into the open. Then, they would spring their traps.
He walked peacefully out onto the Quidditch Pitch, mounting his broom and flying around in slow, lazy circles. Hermione's spell hit it effectively, causing the back end of the broom to shudder and Harry toppled to the ground, feining shock. He stood and collected his broom and wand, now in the middle of the Pitch and looked around suspiciously. He spotted them immediately, lurking behind the Slytherin stands, but pretended he hadn't. Of course they were Slytherins, and of course, they wouldn't think that the slight movements would attract his attention- it wasn't like he was a Seeker or anything that had experience looking for slight movement, ya know? He rolled his eyes at the pure stupidity and began examining his broom, waving his wand over it and producing a red, flashing light with the spell he muttered. It would appear to any onlooker that the broom was broken.
Then, something happened that none of them had suspected.
"POTTER!" it was Malfoy, his voice ringing clear through the Quidditch Pitch from somewhere near the Ravenclaw stands. Harry spun, wand drawn and eyes wide to see the blonde and another Slytherin... Harry believed his name to be Blaise Zabini, approaching swiftly. They were filthy, and ragged, looking beaten and worn down.
"Get out of here Malfoy!" Harry growled, running up to them. What were they doing here anyway? Hadn't all the Slytherins but some higher years gone for the break?
"Wand down Potter, I'm not here to fight! LOOK OUT!" Draco roared, pointing. As his hand thrust forward and Blaise roared another warning, Harry saw the silver bands around their wrists- the blood and dirt covering them. He dove down, wand aimed, but was immediately hit with a disarming spell- his wand flying somewhere unseen. He rolled, hearing his friends screams, and saw Snape fall from the Slytherin stands, and Dumbledore- already halfway across the pitch, fall forward. His friends were screaming hexes and jinxes but the wolves- they were focused, racing across the field to Harry. And there were so many more than what he had thought, at least ten, in all shades of brown and black. He spun to run away, his broom too far away from him now and he had no way to fix the jinx Hermione had cast now anyway. He ran toward the familiar Slytherins, who were racing toward him- teeth barred and eyes blazing. He veered off, away from them. The sudden movement caught him and he stumbled, rolling face first into the dirt. His glasses were gone and his head hurt. He drew the silver dagger, screaming in rage.
The scream caught in his throat as a flash of white fur and a flash of deep red, auburn fur, lept over him and onto the lead wolf, shredding it in seconds. Remus was in wolf form now, Harry easily recognized him- rushing toward them with a howl on his lips.
"DON'T HIT REMUS!" Harry yelled at the stands, scrambling backward. The wolves had paused, two of their number going to attack Remus viciously and Harry could hear himself screaming, hear his friends. The first two wolves, the white and red, backed toward him- their heads down and growling viciously at the approaching pack. Harry gripped his blade tightly. How had it all gone so wrong so quickly? He knew he wouldn't survive this. He turned, searching for Malfoy and Zabini but they were gone- tattered and filthy rags laying about where they'd once stood. He spun, eyes wide, staring at the wolves who were still backing away, still snarling and snapping. He could see their faces clearly, the foam dripping from their fangs. He watched as the largest wolf of the pack- a huge black creature, lay twitching and broken from the attack, bleeding out all over the Pitch. He could see Remus, snarling and snapping, fighting valiantly as he snapped the spine of one of the wolves, and two more took its place. Remus was in danger too, he knew that. Harry brought himself up, wincing in pain, and crouched- ready to spring and glancing about for his wand.
The first wolf, the white one- he could only assume it was Malfoy, judging by the silver glowing eyes and blonde tint to the fur, looked back at him briefly before snarling at the auburn wolf- it had to be Zabini. It looked back at Harry and backed over to him completely, fangs barred and snapping. It's stance alerted Harry to something he hadn't realized before. Malfoy and Zabini could have easily taken him out, they were the closest, but they hadn't. They were protecting him.
"Zabini?" Harry whispered, hoarsely. The wolf glanced at him, black eyes shining and boaring into him, head tilted. It's large ears swiveled around in a gesture, I'm listening. "You're... you're protecting me?" he whispered and the wolf nodded, turning back to snarl and snap at the approaching pack. Malfoy glanced over his large shoulder at them, glowing silver eyes almost glaring at Harry before turning back to the pack, six remaining. The next largest raced forward, teeth barred and snarling and Malfoy wound up like a spring- catching the attacker mid air and bringing it down with a sickening crack before he lowered his head, shredding the flesh at the wolfs back. He spun, red blood matting the white silvery fur, teeth barred and lunged at the offending wolves, snapping his jaws.
They seemed to panic, scattering, but only briefly. Blaise Zabini let out a howl, lowering himself to spring and it drew their attention and they attacked in a mass of fur and teeth and fangs. Snape and Dumbledore had revived, rushing toward them and casting curses. Remus was tossed a vial, and the werewolf chomped on the glass, the potion exploding in his mouth. He seemed to regain control a bit and Snape hit him with a spell, turning him back quickly to his human form, rags of jeans and robes hanging just barely from his too thin hips. He grabbed up a wand, flinging hexes. Malfoy and Zabini lept back, covered in blood and pushing Harry to the ground. They wavered unsteadily over him, Zabini collapsing in a mess of whimpers and blood. Malfoy, however, stayed solid- snarling viciously. The rest of the wolves were taken out quickly, some fading back to their human forms as they died. Snape approached them slowly, Remus and Dumbledore flanking him, wands drawn.
"NO! DON'T!" Harry yelled, trying to roll out from under the white fur and Zabini, currently pinning his legs to the ground. The professors faltered, confused. "Don't! They're protecting me!" They stopped completely now, staring.
"Get. Off. Of. Him." Remus snarled, advancing forward, the wolf just beneath the surface. Malfoy let out a yip, coiling to spring, and Harry could feel the muscle tighten, feel it tremble with rage and probably fear. His hands shot up, grabbing Malfoy around the neck. "Harry! Don't!" Remus screamed, racing forward for a minute and then stopping as Blaise weakly rose, snarling.
"He won't bite me! STOP!" Harry screamed, using the thick neck to pull himself up. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized his leg was hurt badly and he stumbled, fingers tangling in fur to steady himself. Malfoy growled and Harry gave him a scathing look. "shut up, I don't want to hear your damn mouth right now."
"He's talking to me." Remus whispered, stepping back. Harry's head snapped to stare at his wide eyed friend, "he thinks we're here to hurt Harry, Snape. He's threatening us."
"That's ridiculous!" Snape snarled, advancing. The wolves tensed and Harry stood between them, limping.
"Ask them why!" he snapped, glaring at the wolves who seemed to glare back, Malfoy snarling. "SHUT UP!" he yelled, stamping his foot. His friends were running toward them now, yelling at Harry to get back. "EVERYONE SHUT UP!" he yelled, looking to Remus.
"They think I'm a werewolf- one to hurt you, Harry. And Snape... your Mark, they know it. They want us gone."
"Snape?!" Harry snapped, wincing as his leg gave out and he fell. Malfoy and Zabini paced forward slowly, teeth barred, fangs dripping. "He's not going to hurt YOU! Stop this! STOP IT! He's a spy god damnit, a SPY FOR US! Voldemort nearly KILLED HIM! REMUS IS MY FRIEND! STOP!" Harry managed to drag himself in front of Malfoy, obviously the leader of the two, "Malfoy! FOCUS and LISTEN TO ME! You. Are. Wrong. The threat is gone."
"Malfoy?" Snape hissed, stepping back. "Draco?" he gasped, racing forward as the werewolf growled. "Draco?" he whispered and there was a collective gasp from the other students. Snape turned his head to the auburn wolf, "You're Blaise then... Oh Draco, how? What happened?" he hung his head, shaking it.
"I can assure you, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini- Severus Snape and Remus Lupin work for me, not Voldemort. You must lower your gaurd, or we will be forced to harm you." Dumbledore said softly, stepping forward to peer down at the werewolves. They stared at him, and then at the professors, before glaring back at Harry. Snape looked up, weary eyes taking in the wolves. He was whispering, voice too low for anyone but the wolves to hear him. Blaise whimpered, falling back down and the white wolf grimaced, shaking it's head violently and snarling.
"Malfoy- what's wrong?" Harry asked, frowning. The wolf gave him a wary glare and collapsed forward, a whimper of pain escaping the too large jaws.
"Silver." Hermione hissed and it was then that Harry remembered the silver bands.
"GET POMPHREY!" was the last thing Draco or Blaise heard before the blackness took them over.