Werewolf
Title: Werewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: SnapexRemus-ish
Summery: Another one of those nights, it was all he could do not to lock the damned thing away.
This is pretty old, found it in a folder that was in a folder that was in another folder and so on.
Insufferable creature.
Severus tried in vain to settle into the chair and read, in a desperate attempt to ignore the dark animal down the corridor. It had been agreed upon that Lupin should still be supervised despite having taken the wolfsbane potion. For reasons beyond him, Snape had volunteered. Thumbing through the pages absentmindedly, he thought of reasons why he had.
The two had been getting along better as of late; they’d even gone out a few times to pubs to share a pint. Snape still couldn't fathom why he'd do that. Lupin was always so damn, nice. It was practically infuriating, it was near impossible to get a rise out of the man. So understanding, Merlin, did he actually like that?
But now, he was some animal. Half man, living a half life. Granted, at least he had his mind intact--
Was that scratching coming from his door?
Rising fast, to both feet and anger he swiftly yanked the door open. This wouldn't be the first time Mrs. Norris attempted to get inside his chambers and he had half a mind to give her a nice kick. But she wasn’t there, what was there was enough to stop Severus’ heart as he quickly slammed the door shut and stumbled back, reaching for his wand.
It was like that night all over again. He felt the fear wash over his body, constricting him. Those eyes, that body. The door hadn’t been knocked against though. He tried to pull himself together, he did issue the potion to Lupin after all. But how the blazes did he end up in the hall!? Wiping the sweat from his brow he took a breath in another attempt to compose himself and think rationally. Lupin wasn’t dangerous, right?
The scratching started up again, accompanied by some whining. Well, he didn’t sound dangerous... It helped steady his racing heart slightly. Finally finding the fortitude, he cautiously walked back over to the door, wand in hand he ever so slightly opening it, peering through the slit as the werewolf.
He took the figure in for second. He’d seen werewolves before of course, but never this close alive or docile. They were always fast and vicious and he’d not had the time to properly view them. Autopsies and harvesting ingredients also paled in comparison to what he was viewing.
So this was a werewolf.
It was crouched tight on the floor. Curled in on itself, the long limbs bent under and around, as if waiting to spring. The eyes glowed amber, no pupils in sight. Just that ethereal glow, alive and calm. The fur was pale and brown, sitting firm in some places like the shoulders and waving out wild in others, like the sides and neck. The forelegs were curled around it, almost as if it were cold.
From his experience with the dead ones he knew how unnaturally long the forelegs/arms were. Giving their owner the ease to rear up without any limbs leaving the ground. It was about the size of a Dane, definitely one of the smaller ones of its kind. The face was less prominent than a wolfs as well. The lips easily hiding what he knew would be formable teeth on par with a Baboons. The thought sent a shiver through him.
It didn’t look dangerous at all, which just made it all the more absurd and hair-raising.
“What do you want?” Stupid question, whatever that was it couldn’t stay out in the hall anyway. He’d have to do something. The door closed further, before opening slightly wider to view the creature once more.
All in all, an intriguing merge between man and beast.
It whined once more, not so much dog as he would have thought, it caused another shiver. This was why he avoided it.
Gingerly it unfolded itself, the fluid action captivating Severus as it gently bumped its forehead against his door. Body still low by the forelegs being bent as well.
Oh, no.
Oh hell no.
He promptly shut the door in its face. Leaning against it and trying to catch his breath, not out of fear this time, well not complete fear, but fascination.
There was no sound on the other side. He groaned, the thought of running through the castle trying to catch the beast running through his mind. So caught up in the thoughts of playing rodeo with the blasted thing was he that he was completely unprepared for the ear piercing howl on the other side. It caused him to jerk back, almost falling in surprise.
Another rang out, lower this time, smoother. Was it trying to wake up the entire bloody castle!? Racing back to the door he yanked it open, fear forgotten in lieu of anger.
“What is it!” he hissed.
It promptly stopped the howling, still only showing a glimmer of its fangs, and stared at him benignly. Seeing no alternative at the moment he stood to the side, granting it entrance. It paused only a second before unfolding itself once more and lifting itself to its feet. His breath caught once more as it walked past. It was much taller then he’d have guessed, practically coming up to his shoulder.
This is stupid. This is very, very stupid. But he couldn’t bring himself to listen to those thoughts as he watched it walk up to the fireplace and settle on his rug. His rug, in his chambers, next to his chair.
“You mean to tell me you were just lonely?” he scoffed, though inwardly taken away by the sight. Trying to pull together some of his bravado, he made his way back to his chair and, settling into it, made sure his feet were pulled to him.
So much for the bravado.
It gave one look at him before curling into a tight ball like a cat. He reached for his book once more, determined to ignore Lupin and his stupid need for companionship. That was until the dozing werewolf uncurled and stretched out. Its limber body sprawled wantonly at his feet as it gave out a yawn, finally unveiling those primate canines he‘d been thinking about before. The shiver was back.
He’d seen many depictions of werewolves in society, ranging from hairy men, to simple wolves; to people with wolf heads. But looking down at the creature stretched out by the fire, the powerful, dark creature, skeleton formed with an almost delicate balance between man and beast, he was loath to admit how perfect it came across to him. How beautiful.
Insufferable creature.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: SnapexRemus-ish
Summery: Another one of those nights, it was all he could do not to lock the damned thing away.
This is pretty old, found it in a folder that was in a folder that was in another folder and so on.
Insufferable creature.
Severus tried in vain to settle into the chair and read, in a desperate attempt to ignore the dark animal down the corridor. It had been agreed upon that Lupin should still be supervised despite having taken the wolfsbane potion. For reasons beyond him, Snape had volunteered. Thumbing through the pages absentmindedly, he thought of reasons why he had.
The two had been getting along better as of late; they’d even gone out a few times to pubs to share a pint. Snape still couldn't fathom why he'd do that. Lupin was always so damn, nice. It was practically infuriating, it was near impossible to get a rise out of the man. So understanding, Merlin, did he actually like that?
But now, he was some animal. Half man, living a half life. Granted, at least he had his mind intact--
Was that scratching coming from his door?
Rising fast, to both feet and anger he swiftly yanked the door open. This wouldn't be the first time Mrs. Norris attempted to get inside his chambers and he had half a mind to give her a nice kick. But she wasn’t there, what was there was enough to stop Severus’ heart as he quickly slammed the door shut and stumbled back, reaching for his wand.
It was like that night all over again. He felt the fear wash over his body, constricting him. Those eyes, that body. The door hadn’t been knocked against though. He tried to pull himself together, he did issue the potion to Lupin after all. But how the blazes did he end up in the hall!? Wiping the sweat from his brow he took a breath in another attempt to compose himself and think rationally. Lupin wasn’t dangerous, right?
The scratching started up again, accompanied by some whining. Well, he didn’t sound dangerous... It helped steady his racing heart slightly. Finally finding the fortitude, he cautiously walked back over to the door, wand in hand he ever so slightly opening it, peering through the slit as the werewolf.
He took the figure in for second. He’d seen werewolves before of course, but never this close alive or docile. They were always fast and vicious and he’d not had the time to properly view them. Autopsies and harvesting ingredients also paled in comparison to what he was viewing.
So this was a werewolf.
It was crouched tight on the floor. Curled in on itself, the long limbs bent under and around, as if waiting to spring. The eyes glowed amber, no pupils in sight. Just that ethereal glow, alive and calm. The fur was pale and brown, sitting firm in some places like the shoulders and waving out wild in others, like the sides and neck. The forelegs were curled around it, almost as if it were cold.
From his experience with the dead ones he knew how unnaturally long the forelegs/arms were. Giving their owner the ease to rear up without any limbs leaving the ground. It was about the size of a Dane, definitely one of the smaller ones of its kind. The face was less prominent than a wolfs as well. The lips easily hiding what he knew would be formable teeth on par with a Baboons. The thought sent a shiver through him.
It didn’t look dangerous at all, which just made it all the more absurd and hair-raising.
“What do you want?” Stupid question, whatever that was it couldn’t stay out in the hall anyway. He’d have to do something. The door closed further, before opening slightly wider to view the creature once more.
All in all, an intriguing merge between man and beast.
It whined once more, not so much dog as he would have thought, it caused another shiver. This was why he avoided it.
Gingerly it unfolded itself, the fluid action captivating Severus as it gently bumped its forehead against his door. Body still low by the forelegs being bent as well.
Oh, no.
Oh hell no.
He promptly shut the door in its face. Leaning against it and trying to catch his breath, not out of fear this time, well not complete fear, but fascination.
There was no sound on the other side. He groaned, the thought of running through the castle trying to catch the beast running through his mind. So caught up in the thoughts of playing rodeo with the blasted thing was he that he was completely unprepared for the ear piercing howl on the other side. It caused him to jerk back, almost falling in surprise.
Another rang out, lower this time, smoother. Was it trying to wake up the entire bloody castle!? Racing back to the door he yanked it open, fear forgotten in lieu of anger.
“What is it!” he hissed.
It promptly stopped the howling, still only showing a glimmer of its fangs, and stared at him benignly. Seeing no alternative at the moment he stood to the side, granting it entrance. It paused only a second before unfolding itself once more and lifting itself to its feet. His breath caught once more as it walked past. It was much taller then he’d have guessed, practically coming up to his shoulder.
This is stupid. This is very, very stupid. But he couldn’t bring himself to listen to those thoughts as he watched it walk up to the fireplace and settle on his rug. His rug, in his chambers, next to his chair.
“You mean to tell me you were just lonely?” he scoffed, though inwardly taken away by the sight. Trying to pull together some of his bravado, he made his way back to his chair and, settling into it, made sure his feet were pulled to him.
So much for the bravado.
It gave one look at him before curling into a tight ball like a cat. He reached for his book once more, determined to ignore Lupin and his stupid need for companionship. That was until the dozing werewolf uncurled and stretched out. Its limber body sprawled wantonly at his feet as it gave out a yawn, finally unveiling those primate canines he‘d been thinking about before. The shiver was back.
He’d seen many depictions of werewolves in society, ranging from hairy men, to simple wolves; to people with wolf heads. But looking down at the creature stretched out by the fire, the powerful, dark creature, skeleton formed with an almost delicate balance between man and beast, he was loath to admit how perfect it came across to him. How beautiful.
Insufferable creature.