Crescent Overture
By: ChaosDragon013
Genre: Angst/Romance
Paring: Harry/Remus
Summary: It is time for the wolves' first year at a human magic school. Will they survive? Will the school survive? Sequel to Apogee Prelude.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I just use them for my own sick pleasure ^_^
Warnings: Yaoiy goodness, AU, Dark Harry
Part: 3/?
Zeer and Remus made their way to the common room, following the prefect. Zeer had had a hard time eating all the human food, partially out of nerves, but mostly because it was so different than what he usually ate. Except for large festivals with other clans, there was noting cooked or roasted, and nothing like the chocolate or other foods. Sometimes the clan's cooks would have food similar to human food, but they were always worlds apart.
Draco had been looking at him oddly, and after they entered the common room he dragged Zeer and Remus to a corner. "Spill it."
Zeer looked up at Draco in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"The ear things on your head." Zeer got a cold look in his eyes and Remus moved between Draco and Zeer, growling. Before anything else could come of it, Zeer looked Draco in the eye.
"I'm sorry." Then, concentrating, he whipped the mind of Draco Malfoy clean of memories of the ears and the conversation. "So what do you think the potions class will be like Draco?"
Draco feeling rather dizzy, looked up. "Well, the professor is strict, but I love potions so I'm looking forward to it. Just don't get on his bad side." Remus then entered into the conversation, asking about the other professors, but Zeer just zoned out. Nothing he could remember made him feel this ill. His first human friend and he had already violated his mind. Thoroughly disgusted with himself, he headed off to the window, wanting to clear his mind.
A nudge made him look at Azrael, who was staring at him intently. Stroking the beautiful bird, he stared out at the moon. Marama, the god of the wolf demons, was said to live in the moon along with Khons and the souls of the other wolves that had passed from the world. Khons was said to never really answer the prayers of the wolf demons, being a god of action, not words. But Marama was said to occasionally respond directly to a wolf demon, not just his seer. This is what Zeer was looking for, but even if nothing came of it, he always felt better after conversing with the gods. Making sure there were no humans near, and after casting a silencing spell, he turned back to the moon.
"Marama, Khons, I need to talk and bare my soul. So much has happened so quickly. I find I was not originally of the clan, though I suppose it doesn't matter does it? Others have been accepted besides me in the past. But now I find myself in a world govern by humans and I am supposedly some sort of hero? I am no such thing. Heroes are the ancient warriors Freki and Sive, who in the ancient past defended the clan, or someone like Arnou, who volunteers to leave the clan for long months to find information from other areas. Or Akin and Ailbhe who guard the clan against harm. How is killing someone before I can remember being a hero? I know nothing about it . . . " Zeer felt tears in his eyes but did not attempt to wipe them away, knowing the gods saw nothing shameful with crying or facing your true emotions. "And there are humans here I rather like. Draco is nice to me, and offers me a friendship I have never attempted before. Marcus watched out for me and helped me. Sirius brought Azrael to me. And yet they could all turn against me. I fear this so much, I cannot bring myself to trust Draco with the memories of my ears, even though it would not be hard to make him believe he was seeing things."
"Marama, Khons, I am so confused. And scared. Not for myself, but for Remus. He has always been frightened of humans, and now he walks among so many. Though he acts the opposite, I can smell the fear from him. He is so knowledgeable and loyal, and yet these things frighten him so. I wish . . . I wish to protect him from these fears, just as I wish to trust Draco with the knowledge of myself. Please guide me Khons, Marama. Help me in any way that you see fit, as long as you protect my Remus."
Closing his eyes, Zeer stretched from where he had been speaking to the gods. Azrael nipped his ear and he smiled. Yawning, Zeer surprised himself with how tired he was. Catching Remus' eye, he nodded goodnight, and went up the stairs to the dormitory and collapsed on his bed. Sealing himself in the bed, and making sure no one would be able to open the curtains, he fell into a deep sleep, shifting unconsciously into his wolf form.
-TBC-