Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 93 ~ An Oversight

Severus began working on Remus’ cure immediately. The sooner he found it, the safer his mother would be with the werewolf. He checked in with Isadora and found to his dismay that the wizard had moved in with his mother. The Potions Master protested, but Isadora showed him rental receipts and Remus’ bedroom.

Severus looked at the neatly made bed and seriously doubted that the werewolf actually slept in the room. But as long as he was pulling his own weight, and not living off his mother, then there was little he could do about it. But his mother looked very happy, and he had to grudgingly admit that Remus was good for her.

As he was leaving, Remus walked into the flat. The two wizards looked at each other. Severus’ black eyes raked over the tall, lean wizard. What he noticed first was his clothing. He was wearing new robes. His hair was neatly trimmed as well. And he noticed that the werewolf no longer had that pale, drawn, tired look that accompanied the malady. He wondered if his mother’s affection and care had made the werewolf better. Hermione was always saying everything responded to love, and though he hoped his mother was not in love with the werewolf, maybe her attentions helped him in a physical way. Also, not having to repress himself any longer might also be having a beneficial effect. Well, he certainly looked stronger, that made Severus worry less concerning the cure. No doubt it would be very, very painful. If the werewolf were healthy, he would survive it.

“It seems my mother has had a Svengali effect on you, Remus. I can’t remember you ever looking so…presentable. You did buy those robes yourself?” Severus said silkily. He knew most likely Remus did. He was earning decent money now.

“Yes, I did, Severus. I buy everything I need myself, you needn’t worry,” Remus said evenly. “Well, I pay for it, anyway.”

Severus knew immediately why Remus amended his statement. More than likely his mother had handpicked every article of new clothing he owned.

“I also see you’ve turned my mother’s flat into a boarding house for wayward werewolves,” the Potions Master said distastefully.

“I let a room from her, yes,” Remus said. “But I pay rent and share costs for food and utilities>”

Severus’ eyes swept over him.

“Considering your dubious relationship with my mother, Remus, you should be paying for everything,” he said, frowning at the werewolf.

“Give me time, Severus,” Remus replied, “I’d have no problem supporting your mother. It would please me greatly to do it. But somehow, I think your mother would have a problem with it. She is very independent.”

“Yes. My wife is also cursed with that malady,” Severus said, rolling his eyes as he pictured a scowling Hermione with her hands on her hips, being mutinous. Then he looked at Remus. “Speaking of maladies, are you honoring the three day rule?”

“Yes, I still have my flat in Knockturn Alley. I will be staying there for the pre and post transformation stages. I have also rented a small, equipped barn in the country to house me when I do transform. So I will be far from Isadora,” the werewolf told him.

Severus arched an eyebrow at him.

“The barn in the country is fine, but Remus, for all intents and purposes you have a…a…mate now.” It was extremely hard for him to refer to his mother as the werewolf’s mate. Arrrgh. But he continued, “Do you really think you will be able to stay in Knockturn Alley when you know my mother is here?” Severus asked him, his eyes narrowed. “You may be able to get through the first night all right, and possibly the second, but the urge to mate will be strongest on the third night. You may be driven to seek her out.”

Remus looked stricken. He hadn’t thought about that. Severus noted the wild look of distress in the wizard’s eyes. It was clear that he really didn’t want to be near his mother at this time. That was good. It showed he cared about her.

Remus looked at the dark wizard rather wild-eyed.

“Gods, Severus…you’re right. As long as I know she is here…what am I going to do?” he asked the Potions Master plaintively.

Severus studied him a moment. Then he asked him a question.

“Remus, what do wizards do when they have a treasure they want protected?”

“They put up wards,” Remus replied, understanding. “But I can’t put up the ward, because I will be able to take them down. And if I come and plead with Isadora, she might be tempted to take them down as well.”

Severus looked at him.

“It seems, Remus that my mother’s infatuation with you has effectively made her a prisoner for six and a half days out of the month. I will have to provide the wards to protect both of you from yourselves until I can complete the cure. I will speak to my wife about it. She is an accomplished Spell Maker, possibly she can design or adapt a few wards that will react to your magical signature. Perhaps, the flat can be warded by day so my mother can work, and in the evenings she can come and stay with my family. If you come there, Remus…I assure you, your tail will be more than singed.”

“You can block floos. When Isadora arrives, you can simply shut the flat’s access off. I don’t know where you live, Severus. I have never been there. Most likely I would come here in search of her, and if her floo is blocked, then I will have no way to follow her,” Remus said.

Severus looked at him. He wished the werewolf would try to follow his mother when under the influence of his transformation. He’d blast him into powder. That would solve everything. But…he was sure his mother would never speak to him again.

“Very well. I will leave you to broach the subject of additional protection with my mother. If I were to do it, she would accuse me of interfering or being over-protective. Make her see how important this is. In the meantime I will consult with my wife and see what she thinks she can do. I will get back to you as soon as possible,” Severus said, turning and heading for the door.

“Severus?” came Remus’ soft voice.

The Potions Master turned, frowning.

“Thank you,” the werewolf said sincerely.

Severus scowled at him.

“Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you, werewolf. I would be doing nothing, and I mean nothing to help you if not for my mother. If you owe anyone thanks, it is her,” he said darkly, then turned, disillusioned himself and exited the flat.

Remus looked after the Potions Master. The dark wizard might be doing everything under duress, but Remus was still grateful to the wizard. He turned to see Isadora sitting on the couch. She had heard everything.

“So I need to be protected from you in addition to being away from you,” she said looking at Remus.

He nodded.

“Yes, Isadora, I will most likely come looking for you,” he replied. “Given the nature of our relationship, there is a good chance you might let me in if Severus does not provide wards you nor I can take down.”

He walked over to the sofa and sat down next to the witch.

Isadora looked at him.

“Do you think you are that irresistible to me, Remus, that I would let you in after you’ve warned me what you would most likely do with me?” she asked him.

Remus thought about his answer very carefully.

“Not if you are thinking with your mind, Isadora,” he replied softly, “but you must realize I now know how to talk to you in a way that your body responds to. In my pre and post transformation mode, it is most likely I will be quite seductive, Isadora and I would not hesitate to stoop to begging. You have a soft heart. I think you would let me in. And that would be the end of us.”

She looked into his gentle eyes and knew that Remus was probably right. He was very seductive in his way, though he always let her initiate sex. He never made sexual advances toward the witch, though he was always ready and willing to meet her needs when she wanted him. His seductiveness was in his technique, the way he gently and patiently brought her body to the edge before he would take her.

Isadora might not be able to resist Remus if he were to ask her to give herself to him. She could just imagine him, “I want you, Isadora” in that soft, gentle voice. No, she probably wouldn’t be able to resist him if he voiced his desire for her, no matter how close to the full moon it was.

“Maybe wards would be a good idea,” she said.

“They are,” Remus replied, looking at her intensely. “They’re what you use to protect what you treasure.”

Isadora gave him a small smile and moved closer to him. Remus wrapped his arm around her shoulder and drew her into him. They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying their time together.

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“Wards? Whatever for Severus?” Hermione said.

“To keep that werewolf from violating my mother while in his pre and post transformation cycle,” Severus said darkly.

“Remus would never violate your mother. He’s never violated or attacked anyone in his pre and post cycles,” Hermione said.

“He’s never had a mate before, Hermione. He will seek my mother out when the urge becomes too strong. And he won’t be the same man towards her if he should find her,” Severus said, “Remus is quite worried to his credit.”

Hermione considered this. If Remus was worried then there probably was a good cause for it.

“Well, Remus could come here and let me capture his magical signature. Then I can alter a few wards to trigger in his presence,” Hermione said thoughtfully. “They would protect the flat.”

Severus scowled.

“No, he can’t come here. I don’t want him to know where I live, Hermione. I will probably bring my mother here at night, and I don’t want him showing up seeking her out. Hexes will fly if he does, and I don’t mean bat bogies,” the Potions Master said coldly.

Hermione knew what that meant. Her husband wouldn’t hesitate to hurt Remus if he came to his home where his mother, wife and children were. His hexes would be quite severe.

“You will have to go to him,” Severus said, “And they have to be wards my mother can’t remove.”

“Why not? That means she’ll be trapped inside,” Hermione said, thinking Isadora wouldn’t appreciate being a prisoner in her own flat.

“Because Hermione. She has an attraction for the werewolf. He might convince her to let him in,” Severus said uncomfortably.

The fact that Remus could seduce his mother didn’t sit well with him at all. That fact she might want to be seduced disturbed him even more. He shuddered.

Hermione thought about how easily Severus seduced her all the time. His voice alone could make her drop her knickers and bend over. If Remus had that effect on Isadora, then she couldn’t have access to the wards.

“Is Remus there now?” Hermione asked.

“Yes,” Severus replied, scowling.

“I might as well go get his signature now then,” Hermione said, picking up her wand.

Hopefully Isadora and Remus weren’t engaged in any vigorous activity. Well, she wouldn’t be apparating inside the flat, so she didn’t have to worry about catching an eyeful like Eli had.

“Very well,” Severus said, kissing her lightly, “I’ll be in the lab, working.”

Severus exited the living room as Hermione walked down the hall to the nursery to let Eli know she was going out. The babies were both asleep. So was Eli, curled up in his little bed in the corner of the room. Hermione shook him gently.

“Eli. Eli?” she said. The elf’s eyes opened and he sat up quickly.

“Is the young Masters in need, Mistress?” the elf asked, a bit embarrassed to be caught sleeping. Actually Hermione wondered if he ever slept. It was good to know he did.

“They’re fine, Eli. I am going out to Isadora’s for a bit. Severus is in the lab and there’s milk in the cooler,” she said.

The elf nodded.

“Yes, Mistress. I will take care of the Masters,” he said, standing, stretching then walking over to the cribs and checking the children.

“I know you will, Eli,” Hermione said smiling at him, “I will see you in a bit.”

“Goodbye Mistress. Have a nice visit,” the elf said.

Hermione left the nursery, walked into the living room, put a disillusionment and silencing spell on herself, and disapparated.

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A/N: Trust Severus to bring up something that was overlooked. Sounds feasible that Remus might come looking for Isadora. Still, Severus is handling the situation quite well all in all, though still clearly displeased. The full moon is fast approaching. Hmmm. I wonder if there will be a little incident? Well…guess we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we? Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
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