The next day did not start out well. Seems this week was destined to be a crappy one.
Remus and Sirius decided to visit. Since Remus was already mated to Sirius, Dumbedore said his beast shouldn't be affected by Harry's scent. He was wrong. Very wrong.
Harry had been sitting in Dumbledore's office, waiting for the couple to floo in while trying not to scream at the headmaster that no, he didn't want any fucking lemon drops! After refusing politely, if rather tersely for the tenth time, he'd found himself on the floor with an agitated werewolf straddling him and tearing at his robes.
The headmaster quickly sent a stunner at him, but with his wolf in this agitated state Remus was less susceptible to the spell and broke from it in a matter of moments. Sirius stepped in front of Harry, knowing the werewolf wouldn't be able to harm his own mate. He was right, but Remus refused to stop. He sidestepped Sirius and tackled Harry again, intending to mark him.
He bit down on Harry's neck. It was a small bite, showing the werewolf's interest in the boy, but was not enough to claim. Harry was freaking out at this point, even his creature instincts, which recognized Remus as powerful, protested. This wasn't a potential mate, this was a parent. Both Dumbledore and Sirius sent spells at Remus, a stronger version of the standard stunner and a petrifying spell. It was enough to take him down.
Sirius was beside himself, apologizing to Harry in one breath and screaming bloody murder at Remus in the next. When Harry fled the room, Remus calmed down long enough to say he still loved Sirius but couldn't seem to help himself. He apologized several times, his guilt turning to self-flagellation. Sirius managed to calm him down, but with a condition. So now Remus had an enclosure of his own for whenever they felt the need to visit until Harry made a decision; which Sirius begged him to do as quickly as possible.
Harry agreed to hurry, which was why he was on his way down to the Room of Requirement, again. He would've preferred more time, especially considering how well the last visit had faired. That and he needed to think about the dream, if that's what it was. He needed to talk to Neville. Harry just hoped he was awake this time.
He stepped into the "zoo". Almost instantly, all of the creatures appeared, pressed hard against the glass keeping them in. Except, of course, Neville. Harry sighed, already discouraged.
He stepped over to Dean and Blaise's cage, intending to go in when a rather vicious snarl echoed through the room. He froze. That sounded like Snape… He glanced up to see that all of them, though they had calmed when he entered the room, were now restless, almost frantic. What could've upset them so quickly? His gaze slid to Ron, who was closest and saw that he was glaring rather intensely at Harry's neck.
Harry's hand slid up feeling the mark Remus had made. Could that be it? He backed away from them slowly, moving towards the door. Dumbledore said there was a possibility of them escaping. So it was probably best that he leave long enough for them to calm down again, maybe get a band aid while he was at it, just in case. He turned his back on them and grasped the door knob.
CRACK!
He whirled back around just in time to see Snape break the glass that had been keeping him in...