114 (NC-17) for woldy
Title: 114
Author: _lore
Recipient: woldy
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Harry Potter (peripherally)
Warnings: Restraint, Threesome
Disclaimer: I play with the boys and then I regretfully put them back. Wet.
Summary: While we laid on floors, quietly dying, Sirius sodding Black was breathing new life into a rapidly reforming body. It was just our luck that Potter didn't find out before he sent a team to check my body. Poppy saved me, and I, in turn, saved Lupin from a living death simply by having him moved to a bed for observation. His lycanthropy did the rest, in time. Potter said he was overjoyed to have regained any casualties, but anyone could tell that it was Black who tempered his grief over the other fallen. -- Severus Snape's private journal, May 1998
A/N: Approximately 2500 words. Betaed by many. Checklist: Four times they fucked and one time they made love, one time he was afraid, one time they didn't get caught, one event he never thought he'd live to see, four non-threesomes and one threesome, smut, bittersweet emotions, and I hope no melodrama. Ta-da! Enjoy!
While we laid on floors, quietly dying, Sirius sodding Black was breathing new life into a rapidly reforming body. It was just our luck that Potter didn't find out before he sent a team to check my body. Poppy saved me, and I, in turn, saved Lupin from a living death simply by having him moved to a bed for observation. His lycanthropy did the rest, in time. Potter said he was overjoyed to have regained any casualties, but anyone could tell that it was Black who tempered his grief over the other fallen. -- Severus Snape's private journal, May 1998
*****
Charlie held up Teddy's chubby hand and had him wave to Remus before taking the path outside the school wards. Severus thought Remus was letting himself in for further pain by continuing to visit with the child he'd claimed only to help hide his true parentage until the war ended. Already, Charlie's visits had stretched from once a week to every two weeks, and soon, Severus knew, Remus would only be seeing the boy at Weasley family functions.
There was only one way to keep Remus from falling into a funk after Teddy's brief stays, and Severus had already prepared the room for them. The greatest enticements at Minerva's disposal to keep Severus at Hogwarts had been to hire Remus for Defence again and to assign them sunny rooms with a proper bath. The dungeons had been too close to the core of the school's magic to allow a room as complicated as the prefect's bath, and an improved copy of the room in Remus and Severus' quarters was far more suited to custom modifications.
They stepped into the pool of water that remained an optimal temperature for each of them. After Severus went through the pretenses of washing Remus tenderly, he waited until the moment Remus went to haul himself out of the water to magically stick his hands to the edge of the pool.
"Severus! What-"
"If you don't want this, tell me now," Severus said as he dispensed a handful of a lubricant, his own creation, which wouldn't dissolve under water.
Remus knew this was all Severus would say. He supposed it was the man's way of rebuilding their trust after a year apart and what had appeared to be multiple betrayals on both their parts. If Remus answered quickly, he assumed his hands would be released and Severus would never mention it again -- but he had never given Severus a chance to prove that to him. Another silent heartbeat and a ball gag strapped itself into place over Remus' mouth.
Two cool fingers slipped themselves into Remus' arse and crooked at the perfect angle to make his cock full in an instant. Remus didn't usually need much preparation, but Severus continued, teasing over the bump of Remus' prostate randomly as his other hand scratched and plucked at his chest. Remus felt like he was being nibbled with pain and bliss, a tug at his nipple biting and the bend of Severus' fingers a soothing unguent of pleasure just after.
When Severus finally replaced his fingers with his cock, Remus was breathing hard around the rubber ball in his mouth, wanting nothing more than to come. Severus, however, continued to build the tension, holding Remus not by his hips, but by splaying his fingers over Remus' shaft, keeping it from bobbing even as he added a fraction of the friction Remus craved. His other hand went to cupping Remus' bollocks, and whenever he felt them drawing up, Severus tugged them sharply down, keeping Remus from climaxing. Smooth thrusts sped up and when Remus slipped and lost his footing, Severus began to snap his hips against Remus wildly, keeping him from regaining his stance. Only Remus' locked arms prevented Severus from pressing him against the hard side of the pool, and Remus began to whine and moan around the gag, Severus' onslaught against his senses complete.
Water sloshed and danced around them, cresting up and over the pool's walls as Severus subtlety moved his fingers to grip Remus' cock, his thrusting causing more than enough movement to spur Remus on. He had to let Remus' tight, hard balls go to grab his hip instead for more purchase against the churning tide of water. By now, Remus was flailing against Severus, head whipping about and pushing back as well as he could, his legs split up and behind him, reaching for Severus' arse cheeks. Grunting from effort, the sight and sound of Remus lost in his embrace sent Severus into his own sort of frenzy. He jacked Remus' cock with short, hard tugs, running his pinky up the large vein beneath. With a gurgled shout, Remus began to ripple in Severus' hand, his entire body gone stiff as his pleasure pulsed through his lover's fingers. Severus waited until Remus was nearly done before he let himself go, and he could feel Remus give a few last, feeble twitches in his hand as he groaned and gasped his completion against the nape of Remus' neck.
Remus floated in an exhausted daze, bobbing loosely with Severus still in him as the waves they'd created calmed. Only Severus shifting his arm across Remus' chest kept him from falling face-first into the water when his hands were released. He was laden with lassitude, his mind blank as his body continued to hum with the aftershocks of a thorough shagging, thoughts of Teddy and Nymphadora, death and regret, forgotten.
*****
It took Harry three years to let Sirius off the leash. At first, Remus had visited the recovering Sirius on his own, Harry always at the man's side, and then, as Sirius' health improved, Harry would accompany his godfather wherever he wished to go. They knew Sirius was well and fully recovered when he'd had a long row with Harry over space and moved into a small flat of his own. The first person he visited unaccompanied was Remus, and Severus hated it. Remus had sworn to Severus that Sirius' possessiveness of him in school was only born out of friendship, but Severus had found out better in the Shrieking Shack, hadn't he?
A glimpse as he passed the open door to the room where they sat sipping tea confirmed Severus' suspicions. Sirius Black had a glimmer in his eye, and it was all for Remus.
That night, Severus ground Remus into their mattress, his sweat laced with the scent of fear.
*****
Remus noticed when Severus began a discreet campaign to make his relationship with Remus more obvious. Three years together and Severus had always insisted on the rigorous protection of their privacy. They had never sat together for a meal in the Great Hall, nor taken the same patrol shifts, and Severus hadn't even gone as far as looking at Remus while he spoke at staff meetings. So how could Remus miss it when Severus suddenly proposed a joint DADA-Potions lecture, or that the former spy arrived so late to breakfast that he was forced to take the last open (and cursed to remain so) seat next to Remus? There were gazes and hands on shoulders in public, a new air of civility when Severus had so faithfully kept up the pretense of old hostilities.
A night of rough shagging followed all of Sirius' visits, but it wasn't until Severus cajoled Remus into bending over the sofa minutes before the man was due to arrive that Remus realised that Severus didn't just want to make their union public -- he wanted to put it on display. They finished just as a knock came at the door, and Remus ended up opening it after a long delay, shirt buttoned wrong, one side of his shaggy hair mussed where it had rubbed against the side of the sofa. It wasn't Remus that Sirius' eyes lingered over, however, but Severus, standing in the background, looking perfectly put together except for a flushed stain across his pale cheeks and a dampness at his brows. For the first time, Remus spotted a glimmer in Sirius' eyes.
*****
Sirius transformed, his fur blending perfectly into the black shadows of Remus and Severus' over-full sitting room. He knew after several visits at varying times that the far corner from the door offered almost complete cover from the rest of the room as long as it wasn't sunny or specifically lit for work. There was a clear escape path to the door if he was discovered, but Sirius was taking extra care tonight. This was no prank; he wanted to see how Remus and Severus got on in private. He'd visited earlier, then had made a pretense to get Remus out of the room, calling out that he was leaving and slamming the door before quickly taking his dog form and hiding where he thought he would see the two men in their nightly routine.
If what was playing out before his eyes was a nightly routine, Sirius thought he needed to develop one himself. Or horn in on theirs.
Remus had Severus' hands pinned above his head on the soft rug in front of the fire. Sirius could tell that Remus had meant to start slow, but Severus had made some scathing remarks -- about him, no less, and undoubtedly on-purpose, as they lacked art. In only a few minutes, Remus went from slow, deep strokes to shallow jabs. The tension built, subsided, and rebuilt until Severus was almost bowed in half from straining toward Remus for more friction, more cock, more everything his lover could give. When Remus finally released Severus' hands, his need driving him to seek more leverage until he was pounding into the other man with abandon, Severus kept them above his head, fingers curling and flexing, obviously wanting to fill his arms with Remus, but denying himself the pleasure until they'd both shuddered to their completions. Then the arms came down and held Remus tight, anchoring them together against the whirlwind of their own shagging.
Sirius didn't even know he was hard until after they had fallen asleep, Padfoot's red, pointed prick tight against his furry belly. He never thought he'd live to see the day he passed on a wank or emphasized with Severus Snape, but here Sirius was, alive and waiting for himself to calm down while he resolved not to attempt to win Remus away from Severus as he'd once planned. Remus allowed their sour childhood enemy to be open and vulnerable in ways Sirius would never have imagined. In return, Sirius knew that his friend was loved and cared for, probably far better than he could have offered.
A few minutes later, Padfoot slunk out the front door and Severus opened one eye to watch him go.
*****
Severus had started joining them for tea, but Sirius couldn't be arsed to care. He'd been visiting Remus less frequently for several months, until it was Remus who did the demanding that Sirius come around. At first, Sirius thought that Severus was asserting his claim over Remus, but he found that Severus engaged him in his own right, starting up long, dizzying debates that challenged Sirius' intellect even as they stirred his blood. Tea began to flow into dinner before Sirius would take his leave, and he began to sense an undercurrent in the looks the couple were trading when they thought Sirius wouldn't notice.
Dinner started to be accompanied by wine, then after-dinner drinks became a necessity. There were few people left in the world that Sirius felt truly at peace with, his own godson included, but Remus had always put him at-ease, and Severus fit into Sirius' comfort zone almost too easily for Sirius' liking.
One night the debate and the wine kept flowing until Severus leaned over to seal Sirius' mouth shut with a kiss. At first, he closed his eyes and accepted the agile lips and tongue across his because that's what one did when one was kissed. But his brain caught up with the alcohol slowing his system, and Sirius opened his eyes to look at Remus even as Severus continued his appealing onslaught. Remus moved from his chair to join them on the sofa, whispering in Sirius' very sensitive ear. "Why not?"
No answer came to mind as two sets of hands began undressing him. They pulled away Sirius' shirt and Remus replaced Severus at his lips while Severus unbuttoned his trousers, fishing out his half-hard cock. It came to full attention as two sets of hands began moving over it, testing its length and firmness, all while Sirius' mouth was passed between Remus and Severus. Someone began nibbling Sirius' neck as a thumb was pressed just so to the place where shaft met the ridge of his head, and Sirius was coming, head thrown back and hips bucking as two hands continued to stroke and pet him, digits slick with his release.
A finger was fed down into Sirius' mouth but he couldn't tell who was moaning as he sucked and tongued himself off the other man until he opened his eyes. He'd always suspected that Severus was a pervy bastard, but Sirius only smiled and captured the pad of Severus' finger between his teeth, scraping delicately against it. Severus groaned at the sensation, but he had enough presence of mind left to take up Remus' hand and give it the same treatment. Sirius could see that Remus was straining against his trousers and as he felt pleasantly relaxed and thoroughly wicked, he released Severus and sat back against the sofa, hand scratching lightly through the hair just below his navel, not bothering to tuck himself back into his trousers.
"Give us a show?"
Remus might have been the one to pounce, but he still ended up with his legs in the air, almost filled by Severus when Sirius recovered enough to join them. Severus accepted Sirius into his body while holding Remus' trembling limbs, and their first joint coupling became slow, their touches deliberate, preferences put to words, kisses distributed evenly. Severus' wariness turned to passion as Sirius paid them equal attention and Remus felt filled not only by these two men, but the joy of building a new connection between them. After four years, Remus still loved Severus deeply, but each stroke between the three of them was washing away years of anguish and pain. As they came in a jumble of shouts and grunts, Remus felt sure that he and Severus had made the right decision to try this, even if it only lasted for one night.
*****
After being reborn so many times, you'd think Black would have lived forever. We held the funeral pyre in a field far from the house, but still on our land. A gaggle of insincere mourners and true friends descended on the farmhouse and filled our larder with mushy casseroles and dishes of dubious quality. I'll banish the lot in the morning. Potter was the last to leave, his eyes still carrying an old question, as if we had answers beyond a lifetime of living as we did.
Lupin and I are tired. We promised him we wouldn't follow, but Remus' wolf mourns as Remus does, an essential presence now missing. When the time comes, I'll have no compunction against breaking my promises. -- Severus Snape's private journal, September 2116
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Author: _lore
Recipient: woldy
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Harry Potter (peripherally)
Warnings: Restraint, Threesome
Disclaimer: I play with the boys and then I regretfully put them back. Wet.
Summary: While we laid on floors, quietly dying, Sirius sodding Black was breathing new life into a rapidly reforming body. It was just our luck that Potter didn't find out before he sent a team to check my body. Poppy saved me, and I, in turn, saved Lupin from a living death simply by having him moved to a bed for observation. His lycanthropy did the rest, in time. Potter said he was overjoyed to have regained any casualties, but anyone could tell that it was Black who tempered his grief over the other fallen. -- Severus Snape's private journal, May 1998
A/N: Approximately 2500 words. Betaed by many. Checklist: Four times they fucked and one time they made love, one time he was afraid, one time they didn't get caught, one event he never thought he'd live to see, four non-threesomes and one threesome, smut, bittersweet emotions, and I hope no melodrama. Ta-da! Enjoy!
While we laid on floors, quietly dying, Sirius sodding Black was breathing new life into a rapidly reforming body. It was just our luck that Potter didn't find out before he sent a team to check my body. Poppy saved me, and I, in turn, saved Lupin from a living death simply by having him moved to a bed for observation. His lycanthropy did the rest, in time. Potter said he was overjoyed to have regained any casualties, but anyone could tell that it was Black who tempered his grief over the other fallen. -- Severus Snape's private journal, May 1998
*****
Charlie held up Teddy's chubby hand and had him wave to Remus before taking the path outside the school wards. Severus thought Remus was letting himself in for further pain by continuing to visit with the child he'd claimed only to help hide his true parentage until the war ended. Already, Charlie's visits had stretched from once a week to every two weeks, and soon, Severus knew, Remus would only be seeing the boy at Weasley family functions.
There was only one way to keep Remus from falling into a funk after Teddy's brief stays, and Severus had already prepared the room for them. The greatest enticements at Minerva's disposal to keep Severus at Hogwarts had been to hire Remus for Defence again and to assign them sunny rooms with a proper bath. The dungeons had been too close to the core of the school's magic to allow a room as complicated as the prefect's bath, and an improved copy of the room in Remus and Severus' quarters was far more suited to custom modifications.
They stepped into the pool of water that remained an optimal temperature for each of them. After Severus went through the pretenses of washing Remus tenderly, he waited until the moment Remus went to haul himself out of the water to magically stick his hands to the edge of the pool.
"Severus! What-"
"If you don't want this, tell me now," Severus said as he dispensed a handful of a lubricant, his own creation, which wouldn't dissolve under water.
Remus knew this was all Severus would say. He supposed it was the man's way of rebuilding their trust after a year apart and what had appeared to be multiple betrayals on both their parts. If Remus answered quickly, he assumed his hands would be released and Severus would never mention it again -- but he had never given Severus a chance to prove that to him. Another silent heartbeat and a ball gag strapped itself into place over Remus' mouth.
Two cool fingers slipped themselves into Remus' arse and crooked at the perfect angle to make his cock full in an instant. Remus didn't usually need much preparation, but Severus continued, teasing over the bump of Remus' prostate randomly as his other hand scratched and plucked at his chest. Remus felt like he was being nibbled with pain and bliss, a tug at his nipple biting and the bend of Severus' fingers a soothing unguent of pleasure just after.
When Severus finally replaced his fingers with his cock, Remus was breathing hard around the rubber ball in his mouth, wanting nothing more than to come. Severus, however, continued to build the tension, holding Remus not by his hips, but by splaying his fingers over Remus' shaft, keeping it from bobbing even as he added a fraction of the friction Remus craved. His other hand went to cupping Remus' bollocks, and whenever he felt them drawing up, Severus tugged them sharply down, keeping Remus from climaxing. Smooth thrusts sped up and when Remus slipped and lost his footing, Severus began to snap his hips against Remus wildly, keeping him from regaining his stance. Only Remus' locked arms prevented Severus from pressing him against the hard side of the pool, and Remus began to whine and moan around the gag, Severus' onslaught against his senses complete.
Water sloshed and danced around them, cresting up and over the pool's walls as Severus subtlety moved his fingers to grip Remus' cock, his thrusting causing more than enough movement to spur Remus on. He had to let Remus' tight, hard balls go to grab his hip instead for more purchase against the churning tide of water. By now, Remus was flailing against Severus, head whipping about and pushing back as well as he could, his legs split up and behind him, reaching for Severus' arse cheeks. Grunting from effort, the sight and sound of Remus lost in his embrace sent Severus into his own sort of frenzy. He jacked Remus' cock with short, hard tugs, running his pinky up the large vein beneath. With a gurgled shout, Remus began to ripple in Severus' hand, his entire body gone stiff as his pleasure pulsed through his lover's fingers. Severus waited until Remus was nearly done before he let himself go, and he could feel Remus give a few last, feeble twitches in his hand as he groaned and gasped his completion against the nape of Remus' neck.
Remus floated in an exhausted daze, bobbing loosely with Severus still in him as the waves they'd created calmed. Only Severus shifting his arm across Remus' chest kept him from falling face-first into the water when his hands were released. He was laden with lassitude, his mind blank as his body continued to hum with the aftershocks of a thorough shagging, thoughts of Teddy and Nymphadora, death and regret, forgotten.
*****
It took Harry three years to let Sirius off the leash. At first, Remus had visited the recovering Sirius on his own, Harry always at the man's side, and then, as Sirius' health improved, Harry would accompany his godfather wherever he wished to go. They knew Sirius was well and fully recovered when he'd had a long row with Harry over space and moved into a small flat of his own. The first person he visited unaccompanied was Remus, and Severus hated it. Remus had sworn to Severus that Sirius' possessiveness of him in school was only born out of friendship, but Severus had found out better in the Shrieking Shack, hadn't he?
A glimpse as he passed the open door to the room where they sat sipping tea confirmed Severus' suspicions. Sirius Black had a glimmer in his eye, and it was all for Remus.
That night, Severus ground Remus into their mattress, his sweat laced with the scent of fear.
*****
Remus noticed when Severus began a discreet campaign to make his relationship with Remus more obvious. Three years together and Severus had always insisted on the rigorous protection of their privacy. They had never sat together for a meal in the Great Hall, nor taken the same patrol shifts, and Severus hadn't even gone as far as looking at Remus while he spoke at staff meetings. So how could Remus miss it when Severus suddenly proposed a joint DADA-Potions lecture, or that the former spy arrived so late to breakfast that he was forced to take the last open (and cursed to remain so) seat next to Remus? There were gazes and hands on shoulders in public, a new air of civility when Severus had so faithfully kept up the pretense of old hostilities.
A night of rough shagging followed all of Sirius' visits, but it wasn't until Severus cajoled Remus into bending over the sofa minutes before the man was due to arrive that Remus realised that Severus didn't just want to make their union public -- he wanted to put it on display. They finished just as a knock came at the door, and Remus ended up opening it after a long delay, shirt buttoned wrong, one side of his shaggy hair mussed where it had rubbed against the side of the sofa. It wasn't Remus that Sirius' eyes lingered over, however, but Severus, standing in the background, looking perfectly put together except for a flushed stain across his pale cheeks and a dampness at his brows. For the first time, Remus spotted a glimmer in Sirius' eyes.
*****
Sirius transformed, his fur blending perfectly into the black shadows of Remus and Severus' over-full sitting room. He knew after several visits at varying times that the far corner from the door offered almost complete cover from the rest of the room as long as it wasn't sunny or specifically lit for work. There was a clear escape path to the door if he was discovered, but Sirius was taking extra care tonight. This was no prank; he wanted to see how Remus and Severus got on in private. He'd visited earlier, then had made a pretense to get Remus out of the room, calling out that he was leaving and slamming the door before quickly taking his dog form and hiding where he thought he would see the two men in their nightly routine.
If what was playing out before his eyes was a nightly routine, Sirius thought he needed to develop one himself. Or horn in on theirs.
Remus had Severus' hands pinned above his head on the soft rug in front of the fire. Sirius could tell that Remus had meant to start slow, but Severus had made some scathing remarks -- about him, no less, and undoubtedly on-purpose, as they lacked art. In only a few minutes, Remus went from slow, deep strokes to shallow jabs. The tension built, subsided, and rebuilt until Severus was almost bowed in half from straining toward Remus for more friction, more cock, more everything his lover could give. When Remus finally released Severus' hands, his need driving him to seek more leverage until he was pounding into the other man with abandon, Severus kept them above his head, fingers curling and flexing, obviously wanting to fill his arms with Remus, but denying himself the pleasure until they'd both shuddered to their completions. Then the arms came down and held Remus tight, anchoring them together against the whirlwind of their own shagging.
Sirius didn't even know he was hard until after they had fallen asleep, Padfoot's red, pointed prick tight against his furry belly. He never thought he'd live to see the day he passed on a wank or emphasized with Severus Snape, but here Sirius was, alive and waiting for himself to calm down while he resolved not to attempt to win Remus away from Severus as he'd once planned. Remus allowed their sour childhood enemy to be open and vulnerable in ways Sirius would never have imagined. In return, Sirius knew that his friend was loved and cared for, probably far better than he could have offered.
A few minutes later, Padfoot slunk out the front door and Severus opened one eye to watch him go.
*****
Severus had started joining them for tea, but Sirius couldn't be arsed to care. He'd been visiting Remus less frequently for several months, until it was Remus who did the demanding that Sirius come around. At first, Sirius thought that Severus was asserting his claim over Remus, but he found that Severus engaged him in his own right, starting up long, dizzying debates that challenged Sirius' intellect even as they stirred his blood. Tea began to flow into dinner before Sirius would take his leave, and he began to sense an undercurrent in the looks the couple were trading when they thought Sirius wouldn't notice.
Dinner started to be accompanied by wine, then after-dinner drinks became a necessity. There were few people left in the world that Sirius felt truly at peace with, his own godson included, but Remus had always put him at-ease, and Severus fit into Sirius' comfort zone almost too easily for Sirius' liking.
One night the debate and the wine kept flowing until Severus leaned over to seal Sirius' mouth shut with a kiss. At first, he closed his eyes and accepted the agile lips and tongue across his because that's what one did when one was kissed. But his brain caught up with the alcohol slowing his system, and Sirius opened his eyes to look at Remus even as Severus continued his appealing onslaught. Remus moved from his chair to join them on the sofa, whispering in Sirius' very sensitive ear. "Why not?"
No answer came to mind as two sets of hands began undressing him. They pulled away Sirius' shirt and Remus replaced Severus at his lips while Severus unbuttoned his trousers, fishing out his half-hard cock. It came to full attention as two sets of hands began moving over it, testing its length and firmness, all while Sirius' mouth was passed between Remus and Severus. Someone began nibbling Sirius' neck as a thumb was pressed just so to the place where shaft met the ridge of his head, and Sirius was coming, head thrown back and hips bucking as two hands continued to stroke and pet him, digits slick with his release.
A finger was fed down into Sirius' mouth but he couldn't tell who was moaning as he sucked and tongued himself off the other man until he opened his eyes. He'd always suspected that Severus was a pervy bastard, but Sirius only smiled and captured the pad of Severus' finger between his teeth, scraping delicately against it. Severus groaned at the sensation, but he had enough presence of mind left to take up Remus' hand and give it the same treatment. Sirius could see that Remus was straining against his trousers and as he felt pleasantly relaxed and thoroughly wicked, he released Severus and sat back against the sofa, hand scratching lightly through the hair just below his navel, not bothering to tuck himself back into his trousers.
"Give us a show?"
Remus might have been the one to pounce, but he still ended up with his legs in the air, almost filled by Severus when Sirius recovered enough to join them. Severus accepted Sirius into his body while holding Remus' trembling limbs, and their first joint coupling became slow, their touches deliberate, preferences put to words, kisses distributed evenly. Severus' wariness turned to passion as Sirius paid them equal attention and Remus felt filled not only by these two men, but the joy of building a new connection between them. After four years, Remus still loved Severus deeply, but each stroke between the three of them was washing away years of anguish and pain. As they came in a jumble of shouts and grunts, Remus felt sure that he and Severus had made the right decision to try this, even if it only lasted for one night.
*****
After being reborn so many times, you'd think Black would have lived forever. We held the funeral pyre in a field far from the house, but still on our land. A gaggle of insincere mourners and true friends descended on the farmhouse and filled our larder with mushy casseroles and dishes of dubious quality. I'll banish the lot in the morning. Potter was the last to leave, his eyes still carrying an old question, as if we had answers beyond a lifetime of living as we did.
Lupin and I are tired. We promised him we wouldn't follow, but Remus' wolf mourns as Remus does, an essential presence now missing. When the time comes, I'll have no compunction against breaking my promises. -- Severus Snape's private journal, September 2116
fin.
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This is the mod account for this community, not the author's account. Please let it be noted that I do not take credit for
this person's work. Their name will be revealed in this post and another community post on May 31st.