Severus Snape's Quarters
*comes through floo to find house elves have already prepared the evening meal*
Good. Last year, Lupin's birthday was a disaster. Black had left him the day before - I understand now because of me.
We will make a better memory tonight.
*lights candles on table and waits calmly for Lupin to arrive*
Good. Last year, Lupin's birthday was a disaster. Black had left him the day before - I understand now because of me.
We will make a better memory tonight.
*lights candles on table and waits calmly for Lupin to arrive*
I frightened him, he worried for me, hated the wolf, despised this disease for what it could do to a man...what it had done to me-
*recoils back suddenly as the voice of the howler tears through their minds, wand shaking as his own head is filled with the memory of that day, grasping at Snape's mind and settling in again, feeling a strange surge of pride from him, Snape's memory focused on the feeling of holding him down by the thigh, proud of him for staying*
You saved me that day...
*heart pounds, swelling at images of Snape touching him, gently caressing, caring, healing, soothing before transformations, so many shared looks between them, moment after moment of Snape's hand on his forehead, comforting him in the last moments before the wolf came, one month after the next, growing in emotion each time*
He remembers all of this...
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*Lupin, battered and bruised, coming out of a cellar that was to be his tomb, sitting on a tree stump, healing his leg - flashes to Lupin's hand coming down, soothing away pain, the surge of relief to see Lupin waiting for him after a visit with the Dark Lord*
I have seen pain. I would take yours.
*shoulders roll as Lupin tries to speak about being branded, examining the brand and scars, seeing the expanse of Lupin's skin, feeling flushed*
Flushed....
*Lupin swings his arse back and forth, muscles bunching in his back, arms in the air, amusement and something more rising*
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