Lupin felt his entrails turn into ice. He completely cramped, and could only watch at the face of Serverus Snape. The man in front of him was the murderer of a man he always cared about. A man who had given Lupin a better life, hope, even a future...
The murderer of Albus Dumbledore.
''YOU!'', screamed Tonks. Every molecule of her body seemed to glow because of hate.
She had a very dangerous look in her eyes: she looked angry, even a bit frightened, but the desire for revanche was really there. Lupin was scared of the look in the eyes of Tonks:
she seemed to rock on the edge of madness.
''Me,'' smiled Snape. Lupin saw that his calmness was driving Tonks crazy.
''DUMBLEDORE!,'' she screamed. ''WHY? WHY HIM?''
''Ah, Dumbledore,'' said Snape lightly. ''Well, his death was unpreventable, wasn't it?
The Dark Lord wanted him dead for decenia. He trusted me so much that I had to honour to kill him myself. And do your really have to ask why?''
Lupin felt that he was becoming uncontrolably aggressive. The pain was so deep, so intense... It was like a fog of anger and pain had come to him, to overwhelme and seduce him...
Lupin grabbed his wand and screamed: ''CRUCIO!'' Snape ducked away, laughing.
Tonks pointed her wand at her and yelled the same Unforgivable Curse.
Snape wasn't impressed. ''Ah well, how sweet,'' he wispered, laughing like a madman.
''The two lovebirds, trying to torture me. Not a good job for an Auror, is it, Nymphadora?''
''Asshole!'' sweared Tonks. She looked mad as hell.
''And I think it's pretty good news if I get you into Azkaban! How lovely that would be!''
''Ahw, Nymphadora, it's so cold in Azakaban,'' said Snape, still smiling.
''Have I really deserved that?'' He was teasing her, but in the most horrible way he could imagine. He wanted to curse him, to torture him, to kill him...
''I hate you!'' screamed Tonks. ''I hate you! You killed the greatest wizard of all time, fucking Dumbledore - you made my schoollife a living hell, AND you're messing with Stella and David! It's INSANE! I HATE YOU!'' She was screaming, but her eyes were shining. She was crying. ''Crucio!'' screamed Lupin, and pointed his wand at Snape. The sparks were coming from his wand for the desire of torture. Snape laughed again. He was making Lupin crazy of hate. Lupin couldn't stop himself running to Snape, and kicking him in his stomach. He only wanted to beat him, to kick him, to let him feel a little bit of the pain he had felt when Dumbledore had died...
Snape was suprised. ''Get away from me, you're fighting like a dirty Muggle!'' he roared.
He pushed Remus away from him. ''Remus!'' shouted Tonks. But Lupin didn't care. He attacked Snape again, with more anger...
But Snape hit him in the face. Lupin fell on the ground. He felt the warm blood streaming from the back of his head. Tonks screamed. He heard Snape shouting: ''Pigerius Agero!''. He expected to feel pain, but he felt absolutely nothing. Lupin was just wondering if the spell had failed, or missed his goal. He tried to stand up. He couldn't. His body seemed to have no energy at all, all though he didn't felt tired. His body did not moved. The only two things that didn't seemed to be under the curse, were his sight and breath. He could still see everything, and he could still blink. Tonks knelt down for him. She whispered: ''Are you allright?'' Lupin looked her in the eyes, but couldn't say anything. She looked worried and shook his arm.
''Are you...?'' She turned aroun to face Snape. ''What did you did to him?'' she asked icy.
Snape smiled at her. ''It doesn't matter,'' he said lightly. Tonks growled. ''He just can't do anything,'' he responded, blinking with his eyes like he was an innocent man. ''Don't mess with me. Don't mess with him,'' growled Tonks. Snape laughed. ''Touching, Nymphadora, touching,'' he said. ''But I'm afraid I will.''
Panic was streaming through Lupin' body... he couldn't do anything...
What had Serverus planned to do? He would do something to Tonks... If she got murdered...
He used to shiver when he thought about things like that, but his body was still lying on the floor. He couldn't do anything but watch.