Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 37| Fired

Remus and Severus had built a sort of friendship over their mutual love of the Dark Arts, both in terms of defense and learning of it. When Remus was younger and tried his best to be good, he had ignored anything considered Dark unless it was in possible hope of controlling the wolf. Now that he was freed and could see the true horrors that were being thrusted upon the world, he decided to look. Severus had been there to help him and explain why some were genuinely Dark and why others were at Grey.

It was a friendship neither thought they would have, yet they did. They quite enjoyed it, silently gossiping about the other staff members behind their backs and making secret bets about who was getting with who, even beginning to debate the way magic was being classified. Severus was reminded of a time he had with Lucious when they were in school. Those memories were then tinged with the fact that Sirius and Remus both had harassed and bullied him. Well, more Sirius and James, but Remus had done nothing.

For now, he'll let bygones be bygones.

"You're holding your scowling thinking face." The werewolf hummed as he snacked on a piece of chocolate one of the children gifted the man while looking over their plans.

The Potions Master was impressed with how much of the stuff the werewolf was able to swallow within the hour. It was a very unhealthy snack though, especially for a werewolf. It didn't seem to hurt him, and he rather not be glared at by the two.

"About our school years." He drawled, keeping his dark eyes on the other.

The Creature tensed, his chewing stopping mid-bite before he swallowed it whole. He then set both the paper and chocolate down. The man even looked sickly pale and seemingly had aged several years.

"Severus... I'm sorry." He breathed heavily, not looking the greasy-haired man in the eyes. "I'm sorry that I never stood up for you or did anything to help... I'm sorry that Moony attacked you that night... I'm sorry for everything."

Snape said nothing, keeping his stone mask, but he knew the other could tell his words affected him. He had wanted to hear those words all these years, even if he didn't admit it aloud. He wanted them to acknowledge that they were childish and immature and had ruined him. He finally got it, and it was from the man who had done the least amount of damage to him. Even then, most of it likely wouldn't have happened if there wasn't that much interference.

"Be careful. Black might-"

"I know he's sorry too... He..." Remus grimaced as he shook his head.

He went back to eating his chocolate, this time simply nibbling on it. He didn't really look that invested in it as before, which made the Dungeon Bat more interested in what he was about to say. He already knew the man wasn't in full control over his actions, so what else was there to know?

Just as he opened his mouth, the door to Remus's study was forced open. Swiftly storming the room were three large Aurors, wands all pointed at the werewolf. The man didn't even flinch, instead he allowed his eyes to take on a more amber hue as he scowled.

The Aurors flinched, taking large steps away from the annoyed Creature.

"I do believe I never gave you permission to enter my private chambers." He hissed in the calmest voice he could muster while reeling in his other side. He rather not give them whatever ammunition they needed to lock him up.

"We're here under the suspicion that you have Dark books and Grimoires."

The two Professors raised an eyebrow at them. They were joking right?

"You do know what he's teaching?" Snape asked, narrowing his dark eyes on them.

They were old students of his, all of whom took another step back at the memory of him. The fear he instilled in them very much still there.