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 7

Remus Lupin's POV

I didn't want to leave my room, I was a little afraid to actually. Halo had left in a huff a few hours ago and I was wary to run into him somewhere in the halls. I had never seen him quite so angry before, never even felt that kind of negative energy around him; it was stifling. Then, an hour ago, he came back and knocked on my door and I pretended not to be there. He'd left eventually after saying that he'd talk to me later and that there was someone in the castle that wanted to see me.

I could smell the other werewolf and I was just as afraid to see him as I was Halo. It was all Diogenes' fault; I knew that if I hadn't agreed to sleep with him then I wouldn't be in this mess now. Merlin, the entire thing was giving me a headache.

Someone knocked on my door and I could smell the other werewolf on the air. "Remus?" He asked. "I'm going to come in..."

Merlin, had I locked the door? I really couldn't remember.

It opened, none of the lights were on but I could see the blonde-white hair of Pendergast. He stepped through, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. I could see his outline, and god damn me, I wanted to see more than that. I twisted my hand as I sat up in bed and the lights came on at the little show of magic.

There he stood with his back against the door. His skin was as pale as moonlight on snow, his suit as black as death and his eyes were the same silver color of his other form. He was a head taller than Severus and just as thin, his muscles lean and strong like whipcords. His other form, the werewolf that was so similar to my own, was pure white. Albino with silver eyes instead of the pinkish red of most albino animals.

Truth be told, he hadn't changed much at all over the years. He was still just as handsome as he had been the first time we had met.

"Pendergast," I murmured in greeting.

"How are you Remus?" He asked politely.

I found that it was hard to swallow. "Conflicted," I answered him slowly.

He nodded in understanding. "Is there someway that I can ease your mind?"

You can leave, I thought but didn't say. I did not want him to leave, not really. I wasn't sure what I wanted. Pendergast and I had spent only a few hours a night talking to each other all those years ago; while Halo had been ill. I had been attracted to him. After he'd left, I had convinced myself that it was the wolf inside me that had been attracted to the wolf in him. If that was indeed the case, then I decided that I would let the wolf chose what it wanted.

It rose up in my chest and into my head to look out through my eyes. The wolf looked Pendergast up and down, concentrating on the otherworldly aura that surrounded him. His werewolf responded accordingly, reaching out to rub against my aura.

The wolf used my voice to speak. "Come here,"

With the obedience of a trained pet, he took a step forward. And then another and another until he was standing at the edge of my bed looking down at me. The pale silver of his eyes seemed to glow and then he dropped to his knees with a dull thud. For several moments he did not blink and his expression didn't change.

The only thing I could think to say was his name. "Pendergast,"

"Aly," He said suddenly. "You can call me Aly."

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Vertus slipped between the borders of Space and stayed there. Actually, she moved within the barrier, stalking silently after her prey. The magic of the large castle wasn't enough to keep her out, there were few magical places on earth that were a match for her magic and keep her out. The barriers of wizards were easily surpassed by Sidhe magic. She was in the In-between, on the flipside as it were. And nothing could touch her there.

Not even the two werewolves sensed her, lost in companionable sleep. She had watched them earlier in the night as they had taken the time to explore each other's beasts. As unusual as it was, as seemingly unconnected, it was all part of the red-wolf's plan.

Turning a corner, Vertus saw her prey. He stood before a window, his hands rested on his hips. Moonlight tossed his shadow onto the floor, elongating his form like a visible extension of his aura. Vertus moved closer, captivated by the object of her obsession. His Seelie Sidhe eyes were glowing in the half light and once again she stepped closer.

He was speaking and for a terrifying moment she thought that she had been discovered. Then she realized that he was actually singing softly to himself; the lyrics unlike anything she had ever heard before.

"Well settle down, I won't hesitate to hit the highway before you lay me to waste. Settle up and I'll help you find something to drive before you drive me insane."

Vertus listened, enthralled by the lovely Halfling's deep voice. The words that he sang slid through her like smoke, touching her insides with invisible fingers. She shivered, delighted beyond all thought at the sensation. Of all the Sidhe men Vertus had known, this half-human mongrel was the singly most beautiful one she had ever met. He was dangerous, earthly and at the same time he was heavenly. She wondered who had had the ingenuity of naming him Halo. Surely not his Seelie father, who wasn't gifted with imagination; the human mother had to be the one behind his name.

He was still singing. "You're tired of walking and you loath the ground. The sidewalk will barely touch your feet. And life moves to slowly to hold you down, with ringing hands you take it out on me. Well settle down, I won't hesitate to hit the highway before you lay me to waste. Settle up and I'll help you find something to drive before you drive me insane."

He whistled the rest of the song softly and began to walk away. Vertus quickly followed, raising her other hand of power, Agony, as she slipped out from the barrier. He seemed to feel her presence and he turned, but before he caught sight of her, Vertus pressed her hand to the back of his head.

Halo grasped in pain and fell to his knees.

Vertus chocked back the sob of pity as Halo fell to all fours and began to dry heave. He coughed, holding his hands to his chest and throat. His hand started to glow and then his entire left side took up the show of unnatural light and his own hand of power was forcibly activated. She could see the tears on his face as he curled up on the floor, trying to hold off his screams.

She wanted to comfort him, wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold him. She wanted to give Halo the same reassurance that she'd had during her transition. But this was just a memory of his pain; it was the very same thing she had done to the red-wolf to get his obedience. It was real, despite how real it seemed, it was just an illusion.

Vertus watched as Halo convulsed on the floor, his Sidhe magic having enveloped him. Flame covered the floor, illuminating her even as she stood on the other side of Space. She collapsed on the floor next to Halo, reaching out to touch him.

"Sev…" He coughed the sound painful to her ears. "Severus…"

Vertus watched as his eyes fluttered closed, an expression of misery spread across his deathly pale face. As he screamed she wiped away her tears.

Anita Clawsyn's POV

I heard someone scream and I ran down the corridors as fast as I could. My feet hardly touched the floor it seemed. I could see light around a corner; it was orange and red, almost swirling like smoke in the air. The scream came again, my heart pounding, I finally rounded the corner.

My boss's lover lay on the ground, a strange orange glow coming off his skin in tangible waves of heat. He was in the fetal position, holding his knees to his chest as he said 'Severus' over and over again.

"Spencer! Spencer can you hear me?" I couldn't touch him because of the flames, the heat was unbearable but it looked like he wasn't even getting burned by it. It seemed like the flames were coming from him, from inside his body.

"Severus," He moaned again, rolling onto his opposite side and away from me.

There was so much pain in his voice that I found the courage to touch him. The mothering instinct was so compelling now, it was overpowering. I had to give him some form of comfort, something to ease his pain. The flame disappeared the very instant that I touch his shoulder. He arched off the floor with an anguished gasp, his expression utterly blank. It almost seemed as if nothing had happened, but then his sunglasses fell away from his face. They had somehow been broken as he lay on the ground, and his eyes were without their normal covering. They glowed orange in the moonlight, totally void of a pupil.

I took a step back. "Spencer?" My voice shook with fear.

"Madame Clawsyn?" He answered politely.

He was far too calm considering what I had just witnessed, too collected that I knew there was still something wrong. "Spencer…Halo… you were having a seizure." I didn't know what else to say.

"Really?" Finally awareness filled his eyes and he looked around the corridor. He seemed very surprised when he noticed that he was sitting on the ground and that his sunglasses were broken on the floor beside him.

Spencer got shakily to his feet, his hand going to the windowsill to steady himself. He wobbled a little and leant against the wall for support; I stepped closer.

"No, I'm fine, really." He said. "I'm fine Madame Clawsyn, thank you for your help." He turned suddenly and dashed down the hall.

There was no way that I could follow him now, I was certain that his night vision was much better than mine anyway. I turned on my heel, thinking on what I had just witnessed with my boss's lover and headed toward the Headmaster's office.

SNAPE'S POV

I was dozing lightly when Halo suddenly burst through the door, his hand held to his forehead and his expression strained. He slammed the door as I woke up completely; he came over to the bed and collapsed beside me. I sat up, resting my hand on his back, rubbing up and down his spine like I was petting a cat. He turned onto his side and curled around me, pressing his face into my neck as his arms slipped around me.

"Rough night?" I asked dryly; it was nearing midnight.

"My head's killing me Severus," He mumbled.

I arched my brows, he rarely called me 'Severus' unless we were arguing. I continued to rub his back, adding more pressure to loosen his tensed muscles. "I'm sorry," I told him, leaning down to press my lips to his temple.

Halo sighed against my neck, shifting his hands to the back of my neck. I smiled softly even though he couldn't see it and I moved him a little so that I could remove his shirt to make him more comfortably. He moved with me, shifting about as I took the shirt away and threw it across the room. I smoothed my hands over his skin as he lay back down, nearly on top of me.

"You're warm," I said.

"Mmm hmm," I felt the vibration of his non-words against my neck.

"Are you feeling alright, other than the headache?"

"Mmm…fine…"

I smiled again. "Go to sleep Halo." I told him. "I'll be here when you wake up."

HALO'S POV

I couldn't shake that strange feeling that hung around me however, I felt like I was being watched. It felt just like it had in the hall with that unexplained breeze that had shifted past me right before the pain started.

Let me explain that. On my thirteenth birthday I woke up screaming, I had felt like there were ants under my skin. Ants with needle sharp legs and feelers like iron scouring pads. It was agony unlike anything I had ever felt before, but it was only the beginning of the transition. My teeth all fell out and were replaced with something more similar to that of a small feline. For the first couple of days everything hurt, I couldn't speak and I wasn't hungry, just the thought of food made me vomit.

And then, after of week full of headaches, vomiting and sheer pain, my Sidhe magic finally erupted. My left hand simply spat fire one morning but it didn't hurt me, it actually felt very good. It was something close to a sexual high, kind of like an orgasm and I hadn't felt anything like it sense. I was suddenly stronger, faster and simply better than all my friends and classmates. But the memory of the pain had never left my mind, always in the furthest reaches of my head, gnawing away at me.

Only my grandparents knew the extent of what the transition had done to me and just how much it had changed my behavior. When I had finally met my father, I learned that he had gone through the very same thing, as did most Sidhe right before they entered adulthood. It was nice to know that I wasn't the only one.

I wasn't sure what had caused my hand of power to suddenly awaken against my will. I hadn't been able to shut it down in the corridor until Clawsyn had touched me and then it just went away. I don't even know how I managed to get to Sev's room with the exhaustion that I was feeling. Thankfully Sev didn't ask a lot of questions and just let me sleep.

He kept me close to him after I had lied about the headache; it was the only excuse that I could think of at the time. He rubbed my back now, murmuring into my hair as he slept. I didn't really know what he was saying but it was still very relaxing. It was just what I needed and soon sleep wrapped around me.