- Rating:
- PG
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Characters:
- Remus Lupin Severus Snape
- Genres:
- Drama Slash
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Prizoner of Azkaban
- Stats:
-
Published: 02/28/2003Updated: 02/28/2003Words: 2,630Chapters: 1Hits: 583
This Endangered Life
One of Grace
- Story Summary:
- "...misery loves company, even in the form of a notorious Slytherin whom miserable Remus could have ripped to shreds." Friendships fray as Severus Snape has a brush with death and returns to the unwitting killer to talk, reassure, corrupt and conform. Comparisons to Lord Voldemort are made.
- Posted:
- 02/28/2003
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- Author's Note:
- See review board for the author's note.
He had
not known much about what had
happened–not as if he ever did, of
course. The only reassurance for his
oblivion was that Peter knew less, poor
boy.
Sirius
had briefed him on it by saying,
"The idiot actually believed me.
Went straight up to the Willow,
deactivated it, and went through. James
went in after him & pulled him out,
but you would think James'd fed him to
you piece by piece. Course, Snape raised
a fuss."
James
had been less casual, and gave a far
better account of the situation:
"Well,
Sirius sent Snape through the tunnel,
although I don't think Snape really knew
what he was getting into. I went after
him to pull him, and he put up a bit of
a fight." James gestured at a
swollen black eye that Remus had already
noticed. "He said that if Sirius
had thought it a matter interesting
enough to send him through, at least he
should get more of a chance to observe
it. Wasn't a bit scared, either. It was
really quite a job to bring him back
through.
"Then,
when I'd dragged him back out, he headed
out to look for the headmaster. Never
even bothered to release my grip on him,
so he was dragging me forward a bit. You
know how he is, strong but without
regard to hurting a chap. So I let go,
obviously–followed him as he went up.
I don't think he actually knew where
Dumbledore's office was to begin with,
though that didn't seem to stop him.
"I
couldn't tell whether Snape was actually
angry or not, but he looked sort of
shocked. Naturally! We met Dumbledore
then–thank God–and I explained, but
Snape cut me off, and he laughed in
Dumbledore's face. Horrible, like Lord
Voldemort, I thought, spine chilling.
"
'You will do nothing, and because your
golden boys have been the criminals. You
shock me, but what does that matter? I
take up your space, breathe your air,
and continue to live. To think that I
almost didn't.' Then he went off.
"Dumbledore
looked shocked, too, and angry, although
I wasn't sure at what. Sirius, playing a
stupid prank? Snape, being himself?
Look, I am sorry about all this; I don't
think we ever realized what was going
on. There have been a lot of meetings
since then, with Sirius and Snape and I,
and the rage at each one rises."
That
had been were James ended off, and if
Remus hadn't been so exhausted from his
transformation, he would have wanted a
few more details. He felt drained of all
energy and stayed sitting in the hallway
long after the sun set. James left
eventually to make his rounds as a
prefect. That was his given excuse;
Remus knew that even though his friends
did love him, lycanthropy was an iron
door that barred them the intimacy they
wanted between one another, and it
terrified them. It was draining and no
matter how much empathy they had, even
being his friend was a burden and they
had to keep their distance so often they
became estranged. Every single time, it
took so much out of him, and even more
out of them.
And now
this: Sirius could be thoughtless even
to his friends, and so cruel to his
enemies. As he stretched out his arms
and yawned, his shabby robes sleeve slid
down, revealing a pale, heavily scarred
arm. Remus took deep, almost sobbing
breaths, wishing he had taken up
meditation the previous summer like his
mother–very healthy, contrary to
popular belief–had suggested. Inner
peace sounded so desirable just then,
and so unattainable.
He gave
a start as he saw a tall, dark figure
striding down the hallway. It could only
be a teacher, or Snape, the only tall
student at Hogwarts to grow into his
height gracefully. Remus had once
wondered how old Severus Snape actually
was; he'd arrived at Hogwarts looking
fully adolescent.
As the
figure neared, and stopped in front of
him, Remus saw the last person he wanted
to deal with, and sighed.
"You
should get to the hospital wing." A
tone of mild reproach, which surprised
Remus. He'd expected rip-roaring rage,
and an agonizing mental trashing.
Snape's idea of retaliation was enough
to make any warm-blooded creature
shiver.
Remus
didn't ask why he should go to the
hospital wing; he knew what a wreck he
looked like. Besides, Snape was the one
in Medical Magic, not him.
"You
aren't, though. Am I hindering you? I'll
go," Snape said.
Remus
waved an almost-translucent hand.
"No need," he said. After all,
misery loves company, even in the form
of a notorious Slytherin whom miserable
Remus could have ripped to shreds.
Snape
crouched down beside him. "No need
for what, exactly? Going to the
infirmary, or my leaving?"
"Either,
I suppose." There was silence for
several seconds.
"Sirius Black has been targeting me
for a while now. Ever since the
beginning of this year, there have been
hostile outbreaks, actually. Would you
know why, perchance?" he asked
softly. "Enlighten me."
Remus
shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I
don't know," he mumbled.
"Must've been something in the
summer, after that prank of yours. I
guess you know where I was then."
"I
got permission to camp out in the woods,
so that was where Britannia Malfoy and I
went. The others didn't want Slytherins
around. We were all happy... my mother
included."
"Yes,
Lily must have been so glad to see you
go," said Remus. "She has no
Gryffindor friends and you left her to
the wolves."
"She
wanted to stay back at the school,"
said Severus. "Perhaps she wished
to make the acquaintance of her
housemates."
They
fell silent again, for how long they
didn't know.
Remus
broke the silence with, "What time
is it?"
Snape
got up reluctantly and looked out the
window. "Probably a few hours after
sunset?"
"Did
you really sass Dumbledore?"
"I
was acting as could be expected after
what had happened."
"Any
points off?" said Remus, meaning it
as a joke. Snape took it seriously.
"No.
I caught him by surprise. He gave me no
reaction when I was telling him, but
shone kindness down on me. It was
patronizing, unhelpful, and did nothing
to aid the situation." Snape
slammed his hand against the stone floor
for emphasis, his low voice as definite
as a child defying his parents.
"Must've
helped your situation, I'm sure. From
James' account of it, you've been pretty
angry." Might as well cut to what
he'd been dreading for the whole
conversation. "Do you think I'm
that bad?"
"Don't
worry. I knew where you'd been; I knew
you were a werewolf. That was enough for
me. So I stayed where I was, and mulled
on it for a few seconds, when that idiot
came down."
"He's
my friend," protested Remus,
smiling in the darkness. Snape's caustic
humour amused him.
"The
idiot savant came down after me, which
was quite unnecessary. I was quite safe,
and I had no intention of letting James
take some kind of credit for 'risking
his life to save me'. I didn't need
saving, simply, and I really didn't want
it. So, I half-heartedly put up a fight.
But he got me up, anyway."
"I
don't think I'll tell him that. He's
been pleased as punch lately, talking
about saving you."
"Presumably,
it makes him even more of a martyr that
I'm so ungrateful," Snape sneered.
"It's a good thing you're a
loup-garou, Lupin, otherwise this would
be greatly publicized."
"No
one has ever told me it was fortunate
that I was a werewolf." He could
not believe his ears.
"Now
someone has," Snape pointed out, as
he was often apt to do.
Lupin
chuckled in disbelief.
"I
meant it," Snape snapped.
"Yeah,
sorry. But, back to the anger management
classes."
Snape
seemed puzzled. "What?"
Lupin
grinned. "Nothing. What of all
these meeting you've been having?"
"Sirius
intended to kill me...sick
bastard."
"He
is my friend. This will get back to
him."
"If you have a backbone in you, you
know he oughtn't be your friend much
longer. Attempted murder, if you believe
it–and I never even knew I could die!
Are you as angry as I am? My life,
treated with so little regard, and now
that the joke is funny–if you
cannot distinguish from blatant
stupidity–it's unbearable. But of
course, everyone is so blinded by the
blood-&-mustard scarves that they
laugh and wipe their boots on this
endangered life." He gave another
exhalation of bitter laughter.
"You
were the one claiming they were
harmless."
"Of
course. They couldn't find their way out
of a box with a top. According to them,
I was about to be viciously decapitated.
It is not fair, Remus, to you or me.
When I try to tell them that James
hasn't helped anything, they laugh. You
would be better off telling them."
"What?"
Snape
sighed, running his hand through his
hair. "That wasn't fair, I know. I
apologize. You get the sharp end of the
stick here, I know."
"No,"
said Remus, trying to make amends,
"Sirius attempted your life. You
are allowed to feel angry. I don't
really have anything to do with
it."
"Sirius
used you. You were his tool, and
you will welcome him with open arms, I
know it. Listen, people know you and
they like you. Friends are no problem
for you, but your friends are
your problem. They may have been the
first people who accepted you, but they
won't be the last. You don't need them.
"Break
rank, Remus!" yelled Snape, and his
voice rose higher as he became animated
and strode the length of the corridor.
Remus understood now why James had
compared him to Lord Voldemort. He could
see the same persuasion and fanaticism
in Snape. "Burn your bridges now
and you'll never need to turn back ever
again. With us you will be more than
tolerated, accepted–you will be
embraced! You could be Minister of Magic
if your friends weren't dragging you
down. The first werewolf to be Minister,
Remus, think of what you could do, who
you could be..."
He
broke off, breathing heavily, and Remus
took the opportunity to move away. He
felt as if he had been shrinking while
Snape had been talking, for suddenly
Snape dwarfed him, a large dark shadow
that loomed threateningly.
"This
is what you wanted, then?"
whispered Remus. "You didn't come
to tell me I wasn't a monster or a
killer just because I wanted to hear it.
No, you came to take me from my friends
and turn me into you. Well, I
don't want to be you." His voice
rose, echoing off the walls. "I
DON'T WANT TO BE A SLYTHERIN!"
Snape
crumpled to the floor and curled into a
sitting position.
"Neither
do I," he said, subdued. "What
are we to do? What?" He laid his
head against Remus' shoulder and, for
once, his friends held no influence over
him, for he felt no urge to nauseate
himself by imagining the horrible
condition of Snape's hair.
"You
know what the sorting hat said to
me?" Snape mused. "It told me,
'You aren't properly loyal. Ideas are
what hold your faith. Ambition, that's
you. However, wait, let us go further:
you're good with languages, and you're
brave. You could be good in
Gryffindor, but you're far too brave.'
And I asked it, 'Too brave? How can that
be? I'm not brave at all. I have none of
these traits. I don't want them.'
"And
it said to me, 'If you don't think
you're brave, that's Gryffindor Yes,
ideas hold your faith. Nothing but the
best for you.' I've been wondering about
that lately."
"I
wouldn't have to," said Remus
quietly. "I don't know how you
can't see it. You should have seen
yourself just then, Snape. You're
Voldemort. Slightly less ugly and
powerful, maybe, but it is there."
Snape
shook his head. "No, I'm not,"
he insisted. "I'd die before I
became a demon like him. I wouldn't do
that." He gripped Remus' arm.
"Believe me, I won't. Kill me when
I do, Remus, swear to kill me if it
happens."
"Why
me?" said Remus. "I think
we've had enough contact with each other
now, thanks." In truth, Snape was
starting to frighten him.
"May
as well finish what you started."
Remus
stared at Snape. "That was
unfair."
Apologizing
again, Snape sighed.
"Discontent
breeds in us all," he said.
"Dumbledore let you in the school
when no one else would because that is
what bolsters his esteem."
"Because
he feels sorry for me, you're
saying?"
"Yes.
He tries to take over hopeless cases to
give him a sense of success. He does it
so he can look at people and claim their
glory for his own. He thinks without
him, they would be destitute. I denounce
him!" he spat, rising. Against the
moonlight radiating from the window, the
clenching of his fists looked sinister.
His profile, magnificent and war-like,
shone out at Remus, the nose clearly
defined.
"You're
being unfair again," said Remus.
"And
you're being far too fair," Snape
countered. He sat down again.
Yawning,
Remus leaned against him, realizing how
tired he was.
"I've
exhausted you, haven't I?"
whispered Snape. "I do that to
people... let's get you to bed." He
lifted Remus up in his arms and carried
him the entire way to the Fat Lady's
portrait. "What is the new
password?"
"Not
telling," mumbled Remus. " 'D
only use it to your 'vantage. Sneak up
on us."
Snape
laughed. "Oh, I would find out
anyway, and I won't leave you here
unguarded. You're rather vulnerable,
after all."
"Am
not...big bad wolf...don't need
protection."
"I'll
stay here until you go in."
Opening
one eye with great effort, Remus looked
at him, blinking. "Serious?"
"If
I do anything, send me to the Whomping
Willow."
"My
tree. Doesn't want you."
"Who
knows?" said Snape. "Maybe one
day you won't need it."
"Unlikely,"
Remus said. "Wake portrait
now...password's Ursa."
Snape
carried him through the portrait hole,
into the Common Room, to a chesterfield.
He brushed Remus' hair back from his
face and drew a blanket over him, and
left.
_____________
Remus
yawns as the owl pecks at his window. He
drags himself off his couch and opens
the window a bit. The small owl flies
in, and releases a package from its
claws. Remus rips up the covering, and
uncovers a small bottle with a potion.
Enclosed is a small note:
December
24th, 1981
Remus: potion cure, Wolfsbane (told you
that you wouldn’t need the Willow).
Take right before sunset, day of full
moon. ADD NOTHING. Good luck;
happy Christmas.
S. Snape
Remus
raises his eyebrows; Severus Snape has
been missing for almost two months now.
Ever since the Potters–he knows he
should force himself to say it,
but he cannot; in fact, he tries not to think about
it at all. He
wonders where Snape is, surprised to
receive the Potion. It goes in his
pantry for several days until needed.
Putting
more trust in Snape than he has ever
given to his failed friends–so Snape
had been right–he follows the
instructions. When it works, it
surprises him to be surprised. He sends
an enthusiastic letter to Snape, who
ignores it completely.
Come
the next full moon, he sends another
dose, wishing Remus a happy new year.
The
packages keep arriving routinely–happy
Valentine's, Easter, spring–never
answering the question always asked:
"Where are you?"
Remus
dutifully takes the potion, choking down
its foul taste each time. Once he tries
adding sugar, but never repeats this
experiment again.
But
every now and then, the potions are sent
already sweetened, and work all the
better.
END