Disclaimer- All cannon characters belong to JK Rowling and anyone else belongs to me just like the plot, unless stated otherwise. It will likely be awhile until I can add another chapter or update this story. I've got a lot of other things I'm working on now; school assignments and stuff but this fan fic will be one of my top priorities. Please bear with me-Gadget

Also, Diogenes Pendergast belongs to Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. That he is a werewolf is something of my design, not something from their novels. Thanks for reading, how about a review? -Gadget.

CHAPTER 5

Diogenes Pendergast let the cigarette smoke flow out his nose. He lay on his back on the bed of the room he'd rented for the next couple of months. His arm was behind his head, the fingers of his hand idly twirling his hair. He was naked, the cold room had dried the sweat on his body and his skin had risen with goosebumps. He stretched his legs out, replaying his encounter with the other werewolf over again in his mind. He grinned around the cigarette in his mouth; it had been fun. He'd never dominated another werewolf in his life. Actually, he'd never even been around another werewolf other than his brother and father.

Suddenly, the room was much colder and Diogenes caught the scent of the Sidhe. "Cover yourself," The Sidhe woman said as she stepped from the air to seat herself on the only chair in the small room.

Diogenes reached absently for the itchy wool blanket and pulled it up to his hips. "Does my bare flesh bother you Vertus?" He asked and his voice was raspy because of the cigarette. "Or does is turn you on?"

The Sidhe woman covered her chest with her arms and Diogenes was sure he had been given his answer. After several moments of still silence he shifted just enough to cause the blanket to slide down on his hips. It was now so low that he was certain that Vertus could see the juncture of his pelvis and groin. He caught her eyes looking over at him; he laughed and it sounded like the rumble of thunder. Vertus shivered and he knew that her original obsession with Halo Spencer had gone from crazed lust to cold hatred and a thirst for revenge. It had started when he'd told the Sidhe woman about the boy being his brother's ex-lover and about the current lover he was with; the black haired wizard.

With the grin still plastered on his face, he stood from the bed and the blanket fell away. Vertus held up her hand. "Stay back werewolf,"

He crossed the room until he stood in front of her and then he slipped his arms around her waist. He lifted her off the floor and kissed her cheek softly. "I've never been with a Sidhe before," He said almost absently.

Her hand began to glow and Diogenes let her go with a cry of pain. The Event played across his mind's eye. Following his brother into the subbasement; finding the empty tomb and the phantasmagoria. All those horrible images on the walls and the pain in his head when he pulled the derringer's trigger.

He fell to his knees before Vertus, holding his temples as he tried to push the memories away.

"You will never be with me, werewolf." The Sidhe woman vowed.

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Remus Lupin's POV

I made Halo take me back to Hogwarts the moment I came to. I didn't want to be in Saint Mungo's; I was so against being in the hospital that it felt like an irrational fear. So now we sat down in the kitchen with house elves bustling around us, carrying plates and glasses. Halo had talked them into providing us with a light supper since we had been too late to eat with the rest of the school.

"Will you tell me what happened Remus?" He asked me. His sunglass hung by their earpiece from his shirt collar and his Sidhe eyes were bright in the dim room.

I set down the sandwich that Xorchai had made for me. I really didn't want to think about what I had done with the werewolf Diogenes. It had been stupid, my agreeing to go back to a private room with him. The entire ordeal had been too intense for me, the contrast between the pain and the pleasure had been so great that I thought I was losing my mind. The other werewolf had been so... passionate, that was the only word for the way Diogenes had acted.

"Remus?" Halo asked. "Talk to me,"

I quickly devoured the sandwich; I didn't even bother to taste it. Merlin, what had I gotten myself into? Diogenes Pendergast was nothing like his brother, the gentle man that Halo had introduced me to all those years ago. He was a deviant, a masochist and a sadist. And I had liked it, loved it actually. I had loved being at his mercy, it had been so exciting and enthralling. But his mercies had been few and far between, though very gentle when they were finally given.

There was also the thing I had forgotten about; something that Aloysius had told me about. They were a completely different breed of werewolf than I was. They were bred to be werewolves while I had simply been attacked by one when I was a child. The sex and the blood-play had reacted wrong inside me and made me temporally ill. I felt a little better now, even though I could still smell Diogenes on my clothes. It was driving me crazy but I the same time, I didn't want the scent that was underneath that, the wolf's scent, to go away.

"I met someone," I finally told Halo.

"You did?" He actually sound surprised. Merlin, did everyone think I was celibate or something? Were they all under the impression that I felt nothing for either of the sexes?

I nodded. "Another werewolf."

He scooted closer to me. "So you were getting laid? Awesome Remus! What was her name?"

I winced. It had never classified my sexuality and I wasn't about to start now. But to my understanding, Halo had 'considered' himself gay for most of his teenage and adult life. "His name is Diogenes."

I heard Halo suck in a shocked breath. "Diogenes? Diogenes Pendergast?!"

I nodded slowly; the tone of his voice was angry and vengeful. A near growl under the baritone. Out the side of my eye I saw his hand begin to glow and then erupt with a sudden flash of orange flame. I suddenly realized the gravity of my mistake and I closed my eyes tightly. The Pendergast brothers were werewolves and I had made a promise never to tell Halo.

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SNAPE'S POV

I walked into an invisible wall of scent the very second I stepped into my room. Blue-grey smoke floated through the air like a ghost, smelling heavily of chocolate and strawberries. Halo sat up on the windowsill with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a joint of marijuana between his fingers. In all the time he had been back, I hadn't seen him smoke and I hadn't smelt the telltale smell of the narcotic either.

"Halo," I began, crossing the room in a few strides to pluck the joint from his mouth. "What in Merlin's name are you doing?"

He reached for the joint, and judging by the redness of his eyes I doubted it had been his first tonight. I could smell it on his clothes and his skin; I hated this habit of his. I thought he'd quit some time during the last decade but obviously that wasn't the case.

"I was getting high," He said; he reached for it again but I planted my hand against his chest to hold him back. "And I'll continue to do so, if you would just give that back to me..."

I threw it out the open window and Halo growled at me. "Why?"

"There's some shit happening, I just wanted to look at it from a different perspective."

"By toking up?" I questioned.

He shrugged his slender shoulders. "You work with what you've got," He told me. "Some of the best artist and writers were known to smoke weed for inspiration."

"Thanks for the tidbit of useless information," I turned away from him, the smell of chocolate and strawberries was overpowering. I needed to get away from it. "I hate it when you smoke," I told him over my shoulder.

"Severus," He said and I turned back. He never used my entire first name. "I've got to leave for a little while."

"No," I said quickly. "No, Halo no. Don't leave, not again."

"Sev, I'm not leaving you." His eyes were wide as he said it, hurt evident in the multi-colored irises. "I'm leaving the castle for a few days to take care of some... business."

I'm not sure what he saw in my face but suddenly he stepped closer to me, invading my personal space but it was not unwelcome. He stood on his toes and put his arms around my neck. "I'm going to come back."

Despair welled up in my chest and I buried my face against his neck. "Promise me."

Halo hugged me tightly. "I promise." He said, staring into my eyes. "Cross my heart and hope to die." He smirked. "Slow and painful if I must, but I promise you, Severus Snape, that I will come back. ... In a week's time."

I licked my lips slowly. "You're leaving tomorrow." It wasn't a question.

He just nodded and I sighed, arms tightening around his waist. I could smell his shampoo, like apples or the blossoms of a flower. Underneath that, I could smell the scent that was distinctly him; sometimes I even entertained the notion that I could smell his magic. Halo was half Seelie Sidhe, one of the Bright Ones among the Fey Folk. His hand of power was flame, the very thing that had brought mankind so far into existence. Flame was a tool, a weapon and a fear. Halo turned it into something beautiful, something with a life of its own; a soul of its own.

And I could smell it own his skin, I could feel it in the atmosphere of a room for hours after he'd left. My arms tightened around him again and I lowered my mouth to his ear. "Come to bed Halo."