LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 20 (SS/RL) Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 20/31 Rating (this chapter): NC-17 Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Additional pairings, this chapter: Remus. Fenrir Greyback. I refuse to put a "/" between their names, since this is not a pairing. Kink(s) Warnings: Rape, character death (not our boys, of course), bestiality, implied chan. Be warned, this is dark and disturbing. Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word count: 4,200 Link to all chapters: here. Notes: Beta by the lovely envinyatar15 and wonderful red_day_dawning. Summary: Severus Snape returns to a post-war wizarding world without the Dark Lord. No matter the Dark Lord died, his followers still won the battle and the power to rule. In this new world, former Order members are forced to get by as best they can - those who haven't escaped - even if the occupation is not to their liking. Some have even become quite successful and sought after - like the infamous Remus Lupin. The question is: will this new world order make it impossible for love to develop and grow between two such different wizards as a Death Eater spy and a paid man, a werewolf whore?
As Severus got up to eat some breakfast, he decided to make certain his plans went on as he intended. After having a cuppa and a piece of toast in the cosy kitchen, Severus called the police station in Merthyr Tydfil. It wasn't the same constable he had spoken with yesterday.
'It's Stephen Smith,' Severus said. 'I just saw a large dog chasing my sheep. It disappeared in the direction of the park. I think it's the same that killed my two sheep yesterday.'
The constable reassured Severus they would send someone to look for it. The policeman found it very accommodating that Mr Smith was willing to leave the dead animals outside, to lure the beast back to the scene of the crime. Slightly goaded by Severus' horror stories of what would happen if rabies was once more introduced in rural Britain, the man promised to find a few farmers who had a hunting license.
Severus' smile was not pleasant as he put the phone down. His face was cold and cruel, and he was glad his Remus could not see him that moment. He would feel so relieved when Greyback was gone. If anyone deserved to be executed, it was he.
Severus had only a few things to do before he could leave for work. He placed the two dead lambs on one of the meadows, cut them open to make their smell even more distinct. He cut one leg off and put it in a plastic bag. He had to perform charms on it before he left.
It didn't take as long as he thought. The leg was packed and shrunk, and Severus had time to check the wards. He did not want to be face to face with a mindless beast, and he made sure the meadows were warded too. He didn't like Muggles much, but he did not want any of the Muggle policemen to be bitten either. His magic was strong enough to make certain they wouldn't be.
Back at the house in Notting Hill, Remus was sitting at the kitchen table, reluctantly opening the morning owl post. He repressed a sob and let a piece of crinkled, greasy paper fall on the floor. He hid his head in his hands, barely able to breathe. Disgust so overwhelming he was close to sicking up made him unable to move for a while. Then, carefully, he looked into the envelope. There was a small tuft of hair in it. As usual, the letter had given him no indications of what he could expect. A six year old girl? A sixteen year old, barely a woman? A thirteen year old boy, like last time? Greyback had no limits when it came to torturing Remus, or so it felt. The man was a perverse, deviant beast.
Remus took the lock of brown hair, wondering how and when Fenrir had acquired it. Was it from one of his victims? Remus feared the day he took the Polyjuice potion and found himself wearing his son's face, knowing he would have to service the man like that. There were few horrors that could erase that image. Usually, Remus was able to repress the thought of Greyback and his sick desires until right before it happened. Remus had always feared the full moon, and the last years had only made it worse. It was so bad he at times wondered if it were easier not to take Wolfsbane; if he couldn't remember what he was doing.
On the other hand, he didn't dare risk contaminating Oliver or anybody else. No matter how horrible Greyback was, it would be significantly worse to be the reason another man was turned into a werewolf. It was a fate not even Remus' worst enemy deserved. Not even a creep like Greyback, although the man seemed to like it very much. He was always partly changed, whereas Remus was glad he had taken Wolfsbane for so long that he didn't transform unless he was in direct moonlight. Not only did he feel more in control that way, but it had also improved his health, that he didn't have to go through the wrecking, painful changes.
Remus sighed and bent to take the letter he had dropped on the floor. Moon rise at 22. Be redy, it said. Remus was surprised Greyback was able to set quill to parchment at all.
He would be ready, if entirely unwilling. This was the price he paid to keep his son here, where he fit in. Where he could go to Hogwarts and learn to use magic and maybe, some day, grow up and help change their world. No price would be too high for that.
Remus downed the potion. There was half an hour left before the moon would rise, and Greyback usually arrived twenty minutes before. It was a cold comfort that it didn't take too long. The wounds Remus carried with him were reopened every time. He closed his eyes, trying not to sick up. The taste was vile, and the result even worse. Remus could feel his body alter and change; change in a different way than when the wolf wanted to get out. It wasn't as physically painful, but apart from that it caused Remus more pain than any transformation from man to wolf had ever done.
He sighed and looked into the mirror. He stared into the blue eyes of an unknown child. Remus sighed, relieved. Fenrir hadn't been able to get a hold of any of Teddy's hair this time, either. Remus touched the unblemished, soft skin. He was resembling a child, around ten or eleven; the same age as Ted. Fenrir was indeed deviant. Remus hoped it would make Fenrir's advances quicker than usual. The younger, the faster. Remus was sure Fenrir had done what he could to get hair from a child that resembled his son.
Remus made his way to the basement. Oliver was there already. He had been closing the only window in the room. It was shut tight by a narrow pair of wooden shutters, easy to open by a string that led to the outer part of the cellar. The room was parted in two: one part with heavy bars on it and the small window. The other was merely a cage with a hole in it, facing the barred part. It was padded on the top, barely four feet high. A sturdy iron mesh was covering the cage. The room was the result of a longer negotiation with Lucius, who agreed it would do no good if Remus ended up shredded to pieces by Greyback. Greyback had protested, of course, but Remus had won. It didn't, however, feel like a victory.
'No, Professor Snape cannot goes down there.' Folly was frantic. 'Please, Professor Snape?'
Severus gathered all the patience he could muster. He was late, the bloody Minister had taken his time, and he needed to find Remus, now, before the moon rose. If Folly really wanted to prevent him from going down to the basement, she was more than able to. House-elf magic was strong. Severus kneeled down. 'Listen, Folly! Do you want Remus Lupin to never go back to the cellar and to be sad he has to? Don't you want Remus Lupin to be happy?'
'Yes!' Folly nodded feverishly. 'I wants Remus Lupin to not goes down to that other werewolf.' Her large eyes were sad, and there were tears in them.
'Professor Snape swears that Remus Lupin never will have to see that other werewolf again if Folly lets him go down there.'
'Promises?' There was a tinge of hope in the critter's voice. 'Folly wants Remus Lupin to be happy.'
'I swear. I want Remus Lupin to be happy too. Just tell me if Fenrir Greyback is in the basement.'
'Fenrir Greyback is. Bad, bad man. Oliver Wood is there too.' Folly sniffled and dried a drop of snot off her long nose with the tea towel. 'Professor Snape must go.' She stepped away from the door that led to the house's lower levels. 'Folly wants Professor Snape to be happy also.'
Severus ran down the stairs, wand at the ready.
Luckily, Oliver was standing just across the stairs, looking through a small slit in a heavy wooden door. He looked up, relieved, as he saw Severus.
Severus stepped over to the door. 'Where are they?' Severus whispered in Oliver's ear. 'Why aren't you in there, overseeing the... thing?'
'Greyback gets more aroused when somebody's watching. He gets worse. I stay out here, until he's changed. He gets mindless. He doesn't take Wolfsbane.' Oliver sighed. 'It's ugly, Professor.'
Severus felt ill. It was worse than he thought. 'I need to get inside. I have to.' If Oliver wouldn't let him, Severus was more than willing to use magic to get his way.
'What do you... what do you intend?' Oliver looked up, the lavender eyes innocent. 'You shouldn't interfere.'
'You'd like Greyback to never come back? Or do you like watching him desecrate Remus like that?' Severus hissed. Oliver ought to be careful now, because Severus was willing to do anything to rid his lover of this beast. The sounds from the inner basement were by far enough to know Greyback needed to be disposed of. Severus really didn't want to see for himself.
Oliver startled at the anger in Severus' voice. He stepped back from the heavy wooden door. 'No... no, of course I want him gone. It's horrible!' He nodded. 'I'll let you in. I need to open the window so Greyback can change. That's what he likes... to change in the middle of things.' Oliver's expression was one of disgust. 'Can you wait until he's changed entirely? He'll be defenceless, then. He cannot get out of his part of the cage.'
'Defenceless is good,' Severus said, and stepped closer to the door to take a peek inside. He needed to know what happened, and how the interior looked. He didn't want to take any risks. He loved Remus, but there was no way he wanted to share the full moon with him in wolf form.
At the sight of the scene, Severus nearly dropped the parcel he was holding. Oh no! That was too much, too deviant, too... God almighty! He slapped his hand over his mouth, or he would surely have cried out: outrage, anger, disgust, pity... If he hadn't decided already that Greyback needed to die, he would have, that instant. 'No...' he just said. 'No!'
Oliver's hand was a calming warmth on his back. 'Shhh,' he murmured. 'It'll be over soon. Don't waste whatever it is you have planned. Just do it, Professor, and come back to Remus. That's the best you can do for him now.' Oliver's voice became cold as ice. 'And make Greyback suffer. Please.'
Oliver was right. It was Severus' duty to the man he loved; to ensure his happiness and take revenge on his enemies. As long as Remus was not able to defend himself, Severus would be his shield and his sword. Greyback would die. Tonight. 'I promise,' he said, his face a cold mask. 'Greyback's dead. If I can make him suffer I will, but unfortunately my plan doesn't leave room for it.'
'Thanks, Severus,' Oliver said softly. 'I owe you for that. As long as he's dead, come morning.'
Remus was gagging, and Fenrir's laughter rang in his ears. The man hadn't washed, probably to repulse Remus even more.
'Such a good little boy... I'd like to rip you to pieces... you know how that feels, don't you, you little thing?' Fenrir thrust his cock into Remus' mouth, harder and harder. 'I'd love to fuck your little boy arse.... make you break and cry for your mum... you did that, didn't you, Lupin? Even before I had my cock in you. So scared and so hot... If your father hadn't arrived, I'd have fucked you and ripped you apart... eaten you... ' Greyback was working himself up.
'Are you crying, little boy? So sad you don't dare do the same? I'd love to have my cock up your bloody arse and make you cry when I fucked you... then bite you... rip a piece of meat out of your throat and make your life blood pump out when I came in you... pumping into your little arse while you died in my arms... Oh, Lupin... I'll do that one day... get hair from your lovely son, and make you take it... no cage between us.' Leaning over the cage, Greyback was literately drooling on Remus. 'I'll kill you... rip you apart when I fuck you...'
Remus was crying. He couldn't stop himself. He wasn't ashamed of it, either. Greyback... it just got to Remus to hear those words every time, knowing that Fenrir would leave him to go find a Muggle boy to kill or contaminate in precisely the way he described it to Remus. His own pain, the memories of the attack, were secondary to that, but still heavy and powerful. So he kept crying, passively letting Greyback fuck his mouth with the disgusting piece of flesh through the hole in the cage. It would be over soon. Soon he would be able to wash, soon Severus would come get him. Soon... oh God, soon. Soon.
Severus' fists were closed so tightly it hurt. He didn't know where he found the strength to keep watching, or to keep himself from casting an Unforgivable on Greyback. Only Oliver's presence calmed him enough to wait.
'Only one more minute, Severus,' Oliver was whispering. 'A minute, and he begins to change. Five minutes, and you can have it your way. I'd love to watch when you kill him.' Oliver sounded so serious that Severus had to turn and whisper to him.
'You'll have to take care of Remus. I'll be gone for a little while. I have to. Comfort him as best you can. I'll be back as soon as possible.' Severus hoped it would be fast. Not for Greyback, but for Remus. Severus wanted to see the relief in Remus' eyes when he told him he would never have to do this again. It was rape, there was no other word for it. Ministerially endorsed rape. Lucius would answer to Severus for this, and the question wouldn't be a nice one.
'How long?' he whispered, watching Greyback thrust his dirty cock into his lover's beautiful mouth. No one would be allowed to sully him that way again.
'Half a minute.'
'Good.' Severus reached into his pocket and grabbed a Muggle mobile phone. He pressed one of the express keys. As the other end replied, Severus said quietly, 'It's Mr Smith, from Nant-dou. I think I just saw those feral dogs pass by my window. Are your men there?' There was a pause as the constable spoke. 'Good,' Severus said. 'I appreciate it. Thank you.' He closed the phone and sent Oliver a cruel grin. 'Now?'
'Yes. Get ready.'
'How long until he's changed?'
'A couple of minutes.'
'Just get Remus out of there.'
'I will. Good luck.' Oliver pulled the string that opened the shutters and let the night in.
Severus watched with horror as the full moon's light hit Greyback. It seemed as if his body was pulsing as it slowly changed; fur washing over it like a tidal wave. Greyback kept thrusting into Remus' mouth, changing. The cock changed too, became longer, thinner, skinless. Severus felt as if he needed to be sick. He couldn't, though. He had a murder to commit. One he really, really needed to do.
Remus was choking. Greyback had changed, and in his stead, a big wolf thrust its long, thin prick down Remus' throat. The beast's knot hurt Remus' mouth and lips every time the beast spasmed, and Remus tried to deep-throat the long prick to keep the knot inside his mouth, half choked, half drowned in the constant stream of thin fluid that leaked from the werewolf cock. Greyback could come for more than a quarter of an hour, as soon as he had changed into wolf form. Remus could barely breathe. His nose was clogged, he was still crying, and his throat was filled with werewolf prick. It was times like these when he just wanted to be dead. He tried to empty himself from feeling anything. It would be over soon, for this full moon.
Then he heard voices. Above him the slobbering beast growled. Suddenly Remus could breathe, as Greyback pulled back to attack the bars that held him inside. Remus fell down on all four and vomited, as if his body tried to get rid of the pollution that was Fenrir Greyback. Still retching, Remus tried to focus, but he couldn't. He could feel the moon's pull, and it was all he could do - to stay out of her reach to try to delay the moment where his body once more that night wasn't his own. Remus felt humiliated, violated, dirty. He didn't need the beast to interfere, although its base needs would be a relief to sink into.
'Get Remus away from the cage, Oliver,' Severus ordered. He kept a safe distance from the bars in front of Greyback's part of the room. He pulled the plastic off the leg of lamb. A look on his wristwatch showed he had calculated the time perfectly. Half a minute left. 'Here, puppy,' Severus purred, and pushed the bloody, rotting meat through the bars, watching the big scruffy wolf. 'Yes, that's good. Take a nice bite,' Severus said, his voice deceptively sweet.
Raging, Greyback attacked the large piece Severus offered him. 'Is he all right?' Severus asked, quickly glancing at Oliver who had gathered Remus in his arms. The room smelled of wet dog and vomit and blood.
'Yeah, he's fighting what happened. And the beast.' Oliver waved at Severus. 'Go. Come back as soon as you are able. Make sure he's dead.'
'Five seconds,' Severus said, and then the Portkey he had offered Greyback activated. Now the plan had to work! Severus waved his wand and Disapparated directly into his Welsh living room. He flipped out the mobile phone, even before the Apparitional nausea was gone. 'I can see it from here,' he barked at the constable who answered. 'It's as big as a wolf. It's on the meadow on the left side of the house!' Severus closed the phone and went over to the window. Greyback had been delivered precisely where he had planned, next to the two dead lambs. Perfect.
It was too dark to see the men waiting at the outskirts of the tree-lined meadows. When the shots fell, Severus waited, trying not to look victorious and gleeful. It took less than ten minutes before somebody was knocking at his front door.
'Did you get it?' he asked eagerly. 'I've never seen anything like it.'
The police constable nodded. 'One of the farmers hit it. He lost some sheep last week. This dog was bigger than the ones he saw, though. Wolf-sized. I am certainly glad you contacted us about it, Mr Smith. It could have caused much more damage than this.'
'You're welcome. It was my pleasure. I really didn't want it to come close to my property. Seemed like a disgusting beast from in here. Maybe a wolf that has run away from a private zoo, or something? It's not unheard of.' Severus was so pleased the brutal minion would never be able to touch his Remus again.
'I doubt we'll ever find out. I'm going to take some blood samples from it, so we can have it checked for rabies. We'll have it delivered to a vet so it can be destructed tonight. Who knows what was wrong with the creature, so better safe than sorry.' The constable nodded and left.
Severus closed the door, as not to let the policeman hear his cry of triumph.
He returned to the house a few moments later, when he heard the police cars leave the premises. It had been smooth and easy, and the evidence would be gone before the night was over. No one, neither Muggle, nor wizarding authorities could get him for this. Fenrir Greyback was dead, and Severus had freed Remus of yet another of his Ministerial duties. Lucius would soon begin to understand what would happen to wizards who found it attractive to visit Moony the prostitute.
Folly was standing in the hall. 'Severus Snape must go upstairs. Remus Lupin is not well.'
'Has he... has he changed?' Severus asked, not really wanting to face another werewolf tonight, not even if his lover was caught inside it.
'No. Oliver Wood was careful not to let Mistress Moon shines on him. Remus Lupin is in the bedroom.' The House-elf looked at Severus, expectantly. 'Did Professor Snape make Remus Lupin happy? Is Fenrir Greyback gone?'
'He is, Folly. No more Fenrir Greyback,' Severus said and ran up the stairs.
He found his lover in a state of disarray. His hair was wet and mussed, as if he had bathed then gone to bed without drying himself. He was curled up around himself, Oliver trying to hold him. Oliver looked up as Severus entered.
'He's showered, but he won't talk to me, or dress. All I could do was to make him crawl under the duvet.' Oliver stroked the duvet where Remus' back was supposed to be. 'Maybe you'll have better luck, Professor?'
'Severus. Name's Severus.'
Oliver smiled. 'Thanks, Severus. I'll be right outside, if there is anything you need. Be careful with the curtains. He's weak, so he might not be able to stand the pull of the moon.'
Severus just squeezed Oliver's arm, as if to thank him for caring for Remus. 'We don't have to do this another time. This was the last.'
'I'm glad,' Oliver said. 'Tomorrow we celebrate.'
Severus walked over to the bed. Behind him, Oliver closed the bedroom door firmly. 'Can you hear me, Remus?' Severus was afraid the catatonic state he had seen Remus in, right after Macnair's visit was more serious this time. He crawled into the bed to just hold his beloved, hoping the warmth and the comfort would pull Remus out of the shock he seemed to be in. 'Love, please,' Severus whispered. 'He'll never come back. He's dead. Fenrir Greyback is dead. He can never hurt you again.' Severus paused, not sure whether Remus heard him or not. 'He was killed by the Muggle police. Please, Remus... speak to me!'
There were sobbing sounds from the pillows Remus had buried his face into. Severus kept stroking Remus' back, trying to get under the duvet to hold his lover if he wanted it. 'Do you understand, Remus?' Severus repeated, wanting to hear the confirmation that Remus had indeed understood. 'Fenrir died from gunshots He attacked some sheep in front of farmers and police, and he's dead.'
There was a rustle of sheets and some more wet, sobbing sounds. 'You did it.' Remus' voice was muffled and shaking. He moved a little, maybe to be able to breathe. There was another sob.
'Do you want to know?' Severus said and pulled the duvet away from Remus' face. He couldn't see his lover's face clearly in the weak light of one candle. He could feel the wetness from the tears Remus had cried, and he bent down to kiss them away; his lips sliding over teary eyes and salty cheeks. 'I love you.' Severus said softly. 'No one is going to hurt you as long as I am protecting you.'
'Severus...' Remus' voice was rough from crying. 'I... did you?' A cold hand found Severus' under the warm blankets.
'Does it matter?' Severus wasn't sure how Remus would manage the fact that Severus had killed for him.
'No. As... long... as... he...' Remus seemed to break again and Severus made little noises to soothe him, alternating with kisses on his eyelids, his cheeks, his brow.
'He is. I made sure he was... trapped. Never again, love.'
Remus didn't say anything, but the sobs subsided. Severus' neck was wet from the tears, and they fell asleep like that; Remus resting against Severus' chest, with Severus' arms firmly wrapped around his naked body.