Touch: Harry Potter - Fenrir Greyback/Remus Lupin
Title: Touching Noses
Author: Evilremmy
Theme: The Five Senses - No. 3 Touch
Pairing: Fenrir Greyback/Remus Lupin
Rating: G
Notes: Late again...and getting late. Next one might have some slashiness in it, but I'm going chroicalogically by age, so, as he's only thirteen now, this is still tame. Promises, though.
At thirteen years old, Remus is practically an adult. He’s left the compound now, because he was rescued by Hogwarts’ Professors; sent to school beside other boys and girls of his same age. Couldn’t they see how “dangerous” he was? Strange how they could care to educate one boy after all that went before him. Fenrir could not believe in the world changing, neither would he believe that the even a few people could change their inbred fear of their kind. It was that simple. These people either had some trick planned, or else they were simply stupid. One day Remus’ secret would be out, and they would drive him away again.
Fenrir prowls through the dark forest, keeping an eye out for centaurs - the most dangerous animal in this forest beside himself. A herd of centaurs would trample him to death to protect their young. He wasn’t here because he was interested in them…Fenrir was here for Remus. He’d heard the young wolf howling the night before. Now he was here to find him. Remus was old enough to join the pack now. He would be able to defend himself.
The Shrieking Shack was an obstacle that Fenrir did not expect to meet on the way; though he should have known that they’d lock him away over the full moon. He finds his way into the tunnel by pure chance; diving away from an attack by the confounded tree. Inside, he sniffs and pads, following the powerful strong scent that belongs to the young werewolf. He knows he’s going the right way now…until his nose bumps against a closed door.
It doesn’t matter. He’s faced doors before. It takes him almost the rest of the night to claw his way through it; upon finding that the wizard’s spells are keeping it shut. When he does get through his paws are sore, and he’s broken off one nail in his fight to get to the howling wolf trapped within.
The younger werewolf is upstairs, a heavy collar wrapped tight around his furry neck. It’s obvious he’s been fighting all night to try to get out of his bindings - but not even Fenrir could have broken them. He comes closer, sniffing at the young wolf, looking him over thoroughly. He’s young and strong, with grey and brown fur; with muscle rippling beneath it from his monthly battles with the chains.
Fenrir moves forwards, touches his nose to Remus’, then steps close to him. The younger wolf growls at first, more from nerves than anything else; and then he accepts the comfort of the warm body pressed against his own. He submits - and Fenrir rewards him by grooming him as he sleeps.
In the morning, Fenrir leaves without Remus. There is no way that he can free Remus from the chains and escape too. He will come back later. Before he leaves, he delivers a painful bite to Remus’ shoulder so that the younger wolf might remember him.
Author: Evilremmy
Theme: The Five Senses - No. 3 Touch
Pairing: Fenrir Greyback/Remus Lupin
Rating: G
Notes: Late again...and getting late. Next one might have some slashiness in it, but I'm going chroicalogically by age, so, as he's only thirteen now, this is still tame. Promises, though.
At thirteen years old, Remus is practically an adult. He’s left the compound now, because he was rescued by Hogwarts’ Professors; sent to school beside other boys and girls of his same age. Couldn’t they see how “dangerous” he was? Strange how they could care to educate one boy after all that went before him. Fenrir could not believe in the world changing, neither would he believe that the even a few people could change their inbred fear of their kind. It was that simple. These people either had some trick planned, or else they were simply stupid. One day Remus’ secret would be out, and they would drive him away again.
Fenrir prowls through the dark forest, keeping an eye out for centaurs - the most dangerous animal in this forest beside himself. A herd of centaurs would trample him to death to protect their young. He wasn’t here because he was interested in them…Fenrir was here for Remus. He’d heard the young wolf howling the night before. Now he was here to find him. Remus was old enough to join the pack now. He would be able to defend himself.
The Shrieking Shack was an obstacle that Fenrir did not expect to meet on the way; though he should have known that they’d lock him away over the full moon. He finds his way into the tunnel by pure chance; diving away from an attack by the confounded tree. Inside, he sniffs and pads, following the powerful strong scent that belongs to the young werewolf. He knows he’s going the right way now…until his nose bumps against a closed door.
It doesn’t matter. He’s faced doors before. It takes him almost the rest of the night to claw his way through it; upon finding that the wizard’s spells are keeping it shut. When he does get through his paws are sore, and he’s broken off one nail in his fight to get to the howling wolf trapped within.
The younger werewolf is upstairs, a heavy collar wrapped tight around his furry neck. It’s obvious he’s been fighting all night to try to get out of his bindings - but not even Fenrir could have broken them. He comes closer, sniffing at the young wolf, looking him over thoroughly. He’s young and strong, with grey and brown fur; with muscle rippling beneath it from his monthly battles with the chains.
Fenrir moves forwards, touches his nose to Remus’, then steps close to him. The younger wolf growls at first, more from nerves than anything else; and then he accepts the comfort of the warm body pressed against his own. He submits - and Fenrir rewards him by grooming him as he sleeps.
In the morning, Fenrir leaves without Remus. There is no way that he can free Remus from the chains and escape too. He will come back later. Before he leaves, he delivers a painful bite to Remus’ shoulder so that the younger wolf might remember him.