HP Valensmut Mod (hpvs_mod) wrote in hpvalensmut, @ 2009-02-25 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009, fic, snape/remus |
Gift for nimrod_9: Journey's End (Snape/Lupin)
Title Journey's End
Author leni_jess
Recipient nimrod_9
Rating NC17
Word Count ~6,450 words
Warnings None, but consider the implications of the summary and the rating
Summary Snape/Lupin. Remus Lupin has been trying to seduce Severus Snape for over twenty years. The long quest might be ending at last...
Disclaimer Characters and setting belong to JK Rowling and associated entities. This story is not written for profit.
Notes Thanks to my beta readers F and B, and to the mods for gracious patience, as well as for taking on this exchange at short notice.
Late at night, Severus liked to fly. It released the tensions of the day, wiping away the anger and the fear and the nausea. When he was at something like peace, he would swoop low over the Forbidden Forest, and at last could return to his rooms in the Headmaster's tower and sleep.
Tonight it was the full of the moon, and Severus made his final gliding circle higher than usual. There were werewolves in the forest, after all, even if he rarely saw one.
He had grown accustomed to thinking about werewolves in the years he had tinkered with Belby's original formulation for the Wolfsbane Potion. He had grown accustomed to thinking about one particular werewolf ever since Dumbledore had appointed him to the Hogwarts staff and forced Severus to make his monthly potion. Severus still made the potion, and distributed it, though officially only to werewolves whom the Dark Lord wished to be in their right minds at all times. Fenrir Greyback disapproved, but Lord Voldemort knew the Wolfsbane Potion gave him a means to control even Fenrir, should that prove necessary. Severus didn't believe, however, that Remus Lupin still had access to it, not since Dumbledore died almost a year ago on that tall tower Severus never now ventured onto. Lupin was on the wrong side, and Slughorn had never mastered the potion.
For the last two moons, Severus had been leaving doses at a spot he knew Lupin frequented for his change night, but the first time they had not been drunk. He had poured the smoking messes onto the forest floor, in disappointment even more than in anger, before returning to the castle to clean the containers for next time. Tomorrow, he would return to that spot, half cave, half shelter of the roots of a fallen oak, to see if Lupin had taken the bait this time – but not until after moonset.
He knew he should go back and sleep. It was not as if he could recognise Lupin in werewolf guise from this height.
First, though, he flew for a while above the parts of the Forest nearest Hogwarts, trying to calm the agitation thinking of Lupin always caused. Damn the man, damn the wolf, damn the idiot. If only he had more time to experiment, to make Belby's damned potion easier to brew, easier to administer. Astonishing that doing no teaching, and taking part in few Death Eater activities, left him with less free time than ever. Students and staff required more supervision than had once been normal, and given his relationship with both continuing and new staff, and theirs with each other, the supervision had to be his.
Finally Severus went back to his rooms and allowed himself a half dose of Dreamless Sleep. Tomorrow was also a day, and almost certainly it would not be a good one.