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SURPRISE! SURPRISE! -- Part 1

[lordhellebore]

Dearest kitty,

I have something for you. I wasn't a nice person lately, and to make up for it, I decided to write you a little (crack-) fic. Snupin, of course ;) But I won't give it to you all at once, that would be too boring. Instead, you get a little serial, each part one scene. Here's part 1 ^^

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BANG! BANG! BANG!

The quiet atmosphere of a late Sunday afternoon was suddenly disturbed when Remus Lupin heard someone banging away at his door.

“Lupin!” a familiar, but long unheard voice shouted. “Lupin, open the door! I know you’re in there! Open immediately!”

It was with no low level of confusion that Remus laid aside his paper and stood up from the couch to approach the door.

“Severus,” he greeted when he had opened it. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Oh, spare us both the niceties,” the other man snapped. “I need you to come with me. Now.”

Remus frowned; all of this was more than weird. He hadn’t seen Snape in almost three years; since the war had been won by Harry and Snape had proven to have been on their side all along. During the Order’s victory party - to which Harry, much to everyone’s surprise, had dragged Snape - they had hardly exchanged more than three sentences, and that had been the last he had seen of the man.

Oh, he knew the Potions Master had since opened his own apothecary in Diagon Alley, but they had never had any reason to meet. They weren’t friends, after all. Not that Remus hadn’t always secretly regretted this. And since he and Tonks had broken up just months after the end of the war, he had found himself thinking of Snape on more than one occasion, much to his frustration.

“Why?”

“I need to show you something!” Snape’s cheeks, which he remembered only as pallid, were flushed, his hair was hanging messily in his face. He looked like someone who had made great haste to arrive at his destination. “Will you come now?”

Deciding this must be some kind of emergency - what else could render Snape too incoherent to tell him why exactly he needed his former colleague to accompany him? - Remus nodded, and immediately, Snape grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the door. Before Remus could even open his mouth to protest that he was wearing only slippers, and that it was too cold to go outside without a jacket, the other man had draped an arm around his waist and pulled him close.

“Sidelong Apparition,” Snape said. “My house is warded; you’d be cursed if you tried on your own.”

‘Is that alcohol in his breath?’ Remus wondered just a second before they Apparated away.