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gala_applesthis is [Unknown site tag]'s fic. it's way past due, but at least it's done, right?
Remus sat in Snape’s private room, pouring over books of potions. There must be something that could make his love rise again.
He sat by candlelight, day after day, night after night. He only ate what the professor forced him to, and refused all of Severus’ Firewhiskey. He had to refuse, alcohol dulled the mind, and he needed to be sharp if he wanted to find a cure for death among the Latin, Olde English and in some cases, Italian or Greek.
It taxed him, he withered away to almost nothing, but finally he found a passage. The potion he had to make would enable him to transfer his spirit to where Sirius was, and if he was able to talk Sirius into coming back, he would be able to. The only problem was all the ingredients were hard to get. And in many cases, illegal. Many of the teachers told him he was mad, but he would do anything for the man he loved, had loved even when he was thought to be a murderer.
Ingredient the First: 2 hairs from the mane of a Chimera.
Remus floo’d to the hidden caves of Greece. He searched until he found what he was looking for; human skeletons. Once he didn’t crunch an anklebone, but sink into half rotted skin, he knew he was getting close.
He heard the clip clop of a goat’s hooves against rock, and got his wand out. It came around the corner, and Remus was shocked. He wasn’t allowed to be shocked, according to Moody’s advice of ‘constant vigilance’, but he was anyway. The beast was so hideous; it was hard not to be.
Recovering seconds before the creature leaped, he performed a Choking Charm on the beast. It was guaranteed to last 30 seconds, so while invisible hands were choking the Chimera, he used a Severing Spell and Accio to get strands of hair.
He apperated as far away from the Chimera as was safe without spliching, and sighed, looking at the golden hair in his grasp. Mission one complete.
Ingrediant the Second: the left head of a Runespoor.
Remus walked through a unplotted forest of Burkina Faso. It was honestly quite lucky he had friends in the Ministry, they could just ‘accidently’ lose track of a map of safe havens for certain animals.
Of course, Tonks probably wouldn’t have given him the map if she had known he had to kill the Runespoor. But he had no choice. He had to capture a Runespoor, he needed the planning head of a Runespoor. He didn’t like to kill animals, considering many though he was half one, but his lover’s life was much more important then a snake.
So he stomped through the muck of half dissolved snake skin and shit, and when he came upon one. They were easy enough to see, being seven feet long with black and orange stripes.
Now, Remus was a skilled wizard, but he knew when it was proper to use magic, and when to use force. The Runespoor had built up a immunity to many types of spells, so instead he hurled a hammer as hard as he could at the poisonous right head. As it splattered, he had precious seconds in which the other two were stunned enough not to move.
He darted in, and as the dreamer hissed at him, he used a all-purpose pocketknife Sirius had given him in school, and sliced off the head of the planner. Two down, nine to go.
Ingredient the Third: warm Re’em blood.
There were two possible ways for Remus to get the blood he needed. He could buy it at immense cost, when everyone knew he had barely a knut to his name, or he could hunt one down himself.
Being a men, and henceforth stupid, he chose the second. It was virtually impossible to get past the golden hides with any muggle object, so he hit it with a regular stunning spell. Then jammed a needle in the only unprotected area, it’s eyeball. Yes, Remus felt sorry for the animal, but Sirius was more important. Sirius was more important then anything.
He pulled back the plunger, and watched the tube fill up. He reminded himself when he got home, he needed to make it a constant temperature.
Ingredient the Fourth: a Nogtail’s tail.
There were a large amount of Nogtails in Russia, so Remus went to Moscow as soon as the moon started to wane. He didn’t want to be caught in another country when he turned.
It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but he snuck into farms of all sorts, and searched for the ‘pigs’ with black irises. When he located one, it seemed to laugh at him. Its beady eyes stared into his, and then it ran. Luckily Remus was read for it. He sicced an albino dog on it and as the Nogtail went running in one direction, Remus apperated further down the field in the same direction. Just as he had hoped, it was so busy running from its enemy, that it didn’t see Remus until it was too late.
Once the pig was in his arms, it was easy to bind it, so it couldn’t run away.
Ingredient the Fifth: Mooncalf dung.
All in all, this was easy and almost relaxing to get. He knew they could be found in farms worldwide, so he contacted a old friend of his to learn the likely whereabouts of the brilliant animal. Remus brought a hovering armchair with him, and stretched out, waiting for the moon to rise.
When the moon hung, at only a quarter full, he watched, and waited. Suddenly corn started to get trodden on, and he peered closer.
There they were, cinereal skin blending in with moonlight and black sky. The flat feet stomped the field, and Remus laughed. Aliens, hah. Where did these muggle come up with their ideas?
He couldn’t, and didn’t want to interrupt their dancing, but he really needed some of their dung. So, he accio’d it to him, and stayed the rest of the night, so he could watch them dancing. Things like this were why he had always focused the DADA class on the beasts portion.
Ingredient the Sixth: 20 feathers of a Fwooper.
This was the first task that Remus regretted. There was a law that said you may only take 5 feathers from a Fwooper, and that obviously wasn’t going to work. So, he went to their sanctuary in Africa, once again knowing where it was thanks to Tonks. Though, she was a bit less willing to give him the specifics then last time, he thinks she realised what he did with the last bit of information.
He sat on the hard dry ground, staring at them in their perches. He knew their cry was supposed to drive people insane, but frankly, he was starting to doubt his sanity when he came. So if he’s already crazy, like all his peers said when he went after a Chimera, maybe listening to a crazy-bird will make him sane. He doubted it, but a larger part of his mind is past caring.
He threw a rock into the wide tree, and the green and pink and orange and yellow scatter. While they’re circling, searching for a new place to rest, he stood up, and drew back his arrow. His aim was true, the arrow landed in the gullet of the bird, and it falls to the ground.
He calmly walks over, ignoring- or soaking up?- the cries around him. Being careful to not break the plumage, he picks up the bird, and leaves.
Ingredient the Seventh: bulrush from a Kelpie.
Remus stripped to underwear, and tried not to look at the scars he hated so. He was going to have to mount the Kelpie, and he might as well not get his clothes wet. He tucked the tip of his wand in his underwear. He grabbed onto the wet matted fur with one hand to lever himself, and held the bridle with the other.
As expected, it started to dive to the bottom of the lake. Remus knew if it got there, he was dead. He untucked his wand, slippery from the water, and used a placement charm to put the leather bridal on it. It stopped grinning its evil fanged grin, and became calm. Remus steered it to the surface, and clipped a cattail from it’s mane. He jumped off, and swam to shore. While trying to pull dry robes over a cold wet form, he accio’d the bridal. It was only fair to let the animal be who they were.
Ingredient the Eighth: belt of a Merwoman.
It was odd that the supposedly easiest ingredient was the hardest to get. But odd or not, it was the truth. The belt of a merwoman. He should have been able to Accio it from underneath Hogwarts.
But no, of course things couldn’t be that easy for him. Apparently students used to do that all the time to the poor beings, to steal from them. They had gotten wise, and had placed everything of importance inside rooms that couldn’t be broken out of.
He had wasted his time at least seven times before Snape informed him that wasn’t the way to get anything from those people. What you had to do, was bargain with them.
As it turned out though, he was horrible at trading. With the elaborate trading ceremonies, you could only trade offer one item at a time. Remus tried five times to receive a belt before Flitwick made his way out to the grounds. In a matter of hours, he was handed a belt, and both the parties seemed pleased.
Ingredient the ninth: powdered horn of a Graphorn.
Remus walked into Snape’s storeroom, and opened the cabinet that held stable room temperature dry ingredients. He pulled out the blue bottle holding the powder, and started to measure out the amount he needed. Tonight would be the night the potion would be mixed, so he was literally shaking with anticipation, and it was hard to pour and not spill.
“Give me the bottle, you lummox.” he heard a voice say behind him. Remus turned around, to see Snape standing in the doorway.
“You don’t approve. You’d try to botch it.”
“As much as this is an utterly stupid idea, I would never purposely ruin a potion. That would be akin to you purposely not taking your medicine at the full moon. Just seems wrong, doesn’t it.” it was not a question.
“Why do you think it’s so stupid, anyway?”
“Because he might not want to come back. What if he likes it where he is? Besides, depending on your views of religion, he could be in hell right now, for trying to murder me. If he is, then he’ll come back a changed man.”
“Shut up. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Neither do you, friend.”
As Remus stalked out the door, to get the last ingredient for the potion that would bring his love back to life, Snape reached out. His bony hand grazed against Remus’ cheek, knuckles accidently tracing light scars. “You don’t need to get hurt more then you already are. You’d be a fool if you did this.”
Remus nodded, but left anyway. One of the requirements of love was to be a fool. If Snape had ever felt something like this for someone, he would know.
Ingredient the Tenth: 3 apples from the Forbidden Forest.
The list in the old book of Snape’s had specifically said they had to be apples from Hogwarts. Luckily for Remus, this was where he lived now that his caretaker had found out he was a werewolf.
He reached up to grab the fruit, and something gouged at his hand. He pulled it down, and nursed the wound by sucking on it. Once the blood flow stopped, he looked up to see what had done it.
Ah! Of course. It was a Bowtruckle, defending its home. Well to hell with the wooden creature, he needed 3 apples. He knocked it out of the tree with one hand, and collected the red spheres with the other.
Remus went back to the dungeons, utterly happy. He was one mixture away from having his love return. Except, he had never been really good at Potions, his O’s were always received in Transfiguration. And he obviously couldn’t ask Snape for help, the man thought he was a idiot for trying.
So, it was to his utter surprise when he walked into the class, and found the greasy haired man already working on it.
“What?” Snape barked at Remus. “You were an idiot in class years ago, I doubt you’ve gotten better. If you screwed this up, you could kill yourself. I would rather see you not dead, so I’m making up for your incompetence.”
Remus could see behind the harsh language and understood that Severus actually cared a bit.
Remus sat in Snape’s private room, pouring over books of potions. There must be something that could make his love rise again.
He sat by candlelight, day after day, night after night. He only ate what the professor forced him to, and refused all of Severus’ Firewhiskey. He had to refuse, alcohol dulled the mind, and he needed to be sharp if he wanted to find a cure for death among the Latin, Olde English and in some cases, Italian or Greek.
It taxed him, he withered away to almost nothing, but finally he found a passage. The potion he had to make would enable him to transfer his spirit to where Sirius was, and if he was able to talk Sirius into coming back, he would be able to. The only problem was all the ingredients were hard to get. And in many cases, illegal. Many of the teachers told him he was mad, but he would do anything for the man he loved, had loved even when he was thought to be a murderer.
Ingredient the First: 2 hairs from the mane of a Chimera.
Remus floo’d to the hidden caves of Greece. He searched until he found what he was looking for; human skeletons. Once he didn’t crunch an anklebone, but sink into half rotted skin, he knew he was getting close.
He heard the clip clop of a goat’s hooves against rock, and got his wand out. It came around the corner, and Remus was shocked. He wasn’t allowed to be shocked, according to Moody’s advice of ‘constant vigilance’, but he was anyway. The beast was so hideous; it was hard not to be.
Recovering seconds before the creature leaped, he performed a Choking Charm on the beast. It was guaranteed to last 30 seconds, so while invisible hands were choking the Chimera, he used a Severing Spell and Accio to get strands of hair.
He apperated as far away from the Chimera as was safe without spliching, and sighed, looking at the golden hair in his grasp. Mission one complete.
Ingrediant the Second: the left head of a Runespoor.
Remus walked through a unplotted forest of Burkina Faso. It was honestly quite lucky he had friends in the Ministry, they could just ‘accidently’ lose track of a map of safe havens for certain animals.
Of course, Tonks probably wouldn’t have given him the map if she had known he had to kill the Runespoor. But he had no choice. He had to capture a Runespoor, he needed the planning head of a Runespoor. He didn’t like to kill animals, considering many though he was half one, but his lover’s life was much more important then a snake.
So he stomped through the muck of half dissolved snake skin and shit, and when he came upon one. They were easy enough to see, being seven feet long with black and orange stripes.
Now, Remus was a skilled wizard, but he knew when it was proper to use magic, and when to use force. The Runespoor had built up a immunity to many types of spells, so instead he hurled a hammer as hard as he could at the poisonous right head. As it splattered, he had precious seconds in which the other two were stunned enough not to move.
He darted in, and as the dreamer hissed at him, he used a all-purpose pocketknife Sirius had given him in school, and sliced off the head of the planner. Two down, nine to go.
Ingredient the Third: warm Re’em blood.
There were two possible ways for Remus to get the blood he needed. He could buy it at immense cost, when everyone knew he had barely a knut to his name, or he could hunt one down himself.
Being a men, and henceforth stupid, he chose the second. It was virtually impossible to get past the golden hides with any muggle object, so he hit it with a regular stunning spell. Then jammed a needle in the only unprotected area, it’s eyeball. Yes, Remus felt sorry for the animal, but Sirius was more important. Sirius was more important then anything.
He pulled back the plunger, and watched the tube fill up. He reminded himself when he got home, he needed to make it a constant temperature.
Ingredient the Fourth: a Nogtail’s tail.
There were a large amount of Nogtails in Russia, so Remus went to Moscow as soon as the moon started to wane. He didn’t want to be caught in another country when he turned.
It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but he snuck into farms of all sorts, and searched for the ‘pigs’ with black irises. When he located one, it seemed to laugh at him. Its beady eyes stared into his, and then it ran. Luckily Remus was read for it. He sicced an albino dog on it and as the Nogtail went running in one direction, Remus apperated further down the field in the same direction. Just as he had hoped, it was so busy running from its enemy, that it didn’t see Remus until it was too late.
Once the pig was in his arms, it was easy to bind it, so it couldn’t run away.
Ingredient the Fifth: Mooncalf dung.
All in all, this was easy and almost relaxing to get. He knew they could be found in farms worldwide, so he contacted a old friend of his to learn the likely whereabouts of the brilliant animal. Remus brought a hovering armchair with him, and stretched out, waiting for the moon to rise.
When the moon hung, at only a quarter full, he watched, and waited. Suddenly corn started to get trodden on, and he peered closer.
There they were, cinereal skin blending in with moonlight and black sky. The flat feet stomped the field, and Remus laughed. Aliens, hah. Where did these muggle come up with their ideas?
He couldn’t, and didn’t want to interrupt their dancing, but he really needed some of their dung. So, he accio’d it to him, and stayed the rest of the night, so he could watch them dancing. Things like this were why he had always focused the DADA class on the beasts portion.
Ingredient the Sixth: 20 feathers of a Fwooper.
This was the first task that Remus regretted. There was a law that said you may only take 5 feathers from a Fwooper, and that obviously wasn’t going to work. So, he went to their sanctuary in Africa, once again knowing where it was thanks to Tonks. Though, she was a bit less willing to give him the specifics then last time, he thinks she realised what he did with the last bit of information.
He sat on the hard dry ground, staring at them in their perches. He knew their cry was supposed to drive people insane, but frankly, he was starting to doubt his sanity when he came. So if he’s already crazy, like all his peers said when he went after a Chimera, maybe listening to a crazy-bird will make him sane. He doubted it, but a larger part of his mind is past caring.
He threw a rock into the wide tree, and the green and pink and orange and yellow scatter. While they’re circling, searching for a new place to rest, he stood up, and drew back his arrow. His aim was true, the arrow landed in the gullet of the bird, and it falls to the ground.
He calmly walks over, ignoring- or soaking up?- the cries around him. Being careful to not break the plumage, he picks up the bird, and leaves.
Ingredient the Seventh: bulrush from a Kelpie.
Remus stripped to underwear, and tried not to look at the scars he hated so. He was going to have to mount the Kelpie, and he might as well not get his clothes wet. He tucked the tip of his wand in his underwear. He grabbed onto the wet matted fur with one hand to lever himself, and held the bridle with the other.
As expected, it started to dive to the bottom of the lake. Remus knew if it got there, he was dead. He untucked his wand, slippery from the water, and used a placement charm to put the leather bridal on it. It stopped grinning its evil fanged grin, and became calm. Remus steered it to the surface, and clipped a cattail from it’s mane. He jumped off, and swam to shore. While trying to pull dry robes over a cold wet form, he accio’d the bridal. It was only fair to let the animal be who they were.
Ingredient the Eighth: belt of a Merwoman.
It was odd that the supposedly easiest ingredient was the hardest to get. But odd or not, it was the truth. The belt of a merwoman. He should have been able to Accio it from underneath Hogwarts.
But no, of course things couldn’t be that easy for him. Apparently students used to do that all the time to the poor beings, to steal from them. They had gotten wise, and had placed everything of importance inside rooms that couldn’t be broken out of.
He had wasted his time at least seven times before Snape informed him that wasn’t the way to get anything from those people. What you had to do, was bargain with them.
As it turned out though, he was horrible at trading. With the elaborate trading ceremonies, you could only trade offer one item at a time. Remus tried five times to receive a belt before Flitwick made his way out to the grounds. In a matter of hours, he was handed a belt, and both the parties seemed pleased.
Ingredient the ninth: powdered horn of a Graphorn.
Remus walked into Snape’s storeroom, and opened the cabinet that held stable room temperature dry ingredients. He pulled out the blue bottle holding the powder, and started to measure out the amount he needed. Tonight would be the night the potion would be mixed, so he was literally shaking with anticipation, and it was hard to pour and not spill.
“Give me the bottle, you lummox.” he heard a voice say behind him. Remus turned around, to see Snape standing in the doorway.
“You don’t approve. You’d try to botch it.”
“As much as this is an utterly stupid idea, I would never purposely ruin a potion. That would be akin to you purposely not taking your medicine at the full moon. Just seems wrong, doesn’t it.” it was not a question.
“Why do you think it’s so stupid, anyway?”
“Because he might not want to come back. What if he likes it where he is? Besides, depending on your views of religion, he could be in hell right now, for trying to murder me. If he is, then he’ll come back a changed man.”
“Shut up. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Neither do you, friend.”
As Remus stalked out the door, to get the last ingredient for the potion that would bring his love back to life, Snape reached out. His bony hand grazed against Remus’ cheek, knuckles accidently tracing light scars. “You don’t need to get hurt more then you already are. You’d be a fool if you did this.”
Remus nodded, but left anyway. One of the requirements of love was to be a fool. If Snape had ever felt something like this for someone, he would know.
Ingredient the Tenth: 3 apples from the Forbidden Forest.
The list in the old book of Snape’s had specifically said they had to be apples from Hogwarts. Luckily for Remus, this was where he lived now that his caretaker had found out he was a werewolf.
He reached up to grab the fruit, and something gouged at his hand. He pulled it down, and nursed the wound by sucking on it. Once the blood flow stopped, he looked up to see what had done it.
Ah! Of course. It was a Bowtruckle, defending its home. Well to hell with the wooden creature, he needed 3 apples. He knocked it out of the tree with one hand, and collected the red spheres with the other.
Remus went back to the dungeons, utterly happy. He was one mixture away from having his love return. Except, he had never been really good at Potions, his O’s were always received in Transfiguration. And he obviously couldn’t ask Snape for help, the man thought he was a idiot for trying.
So, it was to his utter surprise when he walked into the class, and found the greasy haired man already working on it.
“What?” Snape barked at Remus. “You were an idiot in class years ago, I doubt you’ve gotten better. If you screwed this up, you could kill yourself. I would rather see you not dead, so I’m making up for your incompetence.”
Remus could see behind the harsh language and understood that Severus actually cared a bit.
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Date: 2004-10-09 03:43 pm (UTC)GUH! OMG! *bounces around and hugs
*goes to read it again*
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Date: 2004-10-09 04:07 pm (UTC)but now for the sequal, which will be hard.
does he pick up sirius, or since he loves him, he lets him go?
if so, does he come back and have fun with snape, because there is a bit of snape/remus lovin in the subtext.
maybe he goes, and he's allowed to take one dead person, and he has to pick between sirius, james, and his mom who was also mauled by a werewolf, but died.
so many options. what you would you like, since it's your fic?
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Date: 2004-10-09 04:29 pm (UTC)