Unwanted pet (Snupin) *Complete*

Part 2: An eye for an eye

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J. K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it. 

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Pacing nervously around his room Remus was trying to predict repercussions of his actions, oblivious to veining daylight. Albus wanted them to settle their differences, and his actions did not aid that task, if nothing else, he drove a wedge between them even more.

What got into you, you fool? He chastised himself.

Even if he tried to defend himself, the memories came to him in a swirl. His mind wandered to school days, to pale skinned, slender boy, with ebony black hair and huge, mellow black eyes. Even then, he didn't have anything against the Snape. He could not call him a friend, but bullying him was not a cup of tea Remus liked or approved, privately.

He could not fathom what the punishment will be.

Going through scenarios in his head, imagined: Dumbledore handing him to Aurors. Dumbledore banishing him from school and spreading the word trough magical community. Dumbledore...

Loud knocking rang trough room. It was late now, all students were sleeping even staff was in deep slumber. If this were Dumbledore with Aurors, no knocking would be needed. With a sharp intake of breath, opened the door.

"Severus?" He choked, looking at his visitor.

Snape pushed next to him, not waiting for an invitation. Closing the door, and tossing one swift look at the Snape standing in the middle of the study room. Remus felt like a teenager on a first date, not sure where to look or what to do.

"The moment has finally come." He mumbled. You fool, you shouldn't expect Dumbledore or Aurors but Snape all along, he is too proud to report an attack. "How may I..."

"You could offer me a drink. Which would be polite, if not a good start, considering..." Coldly replied Snape.

"Yes, yes of course." His brain misfired in attempt to think. while he was leaning across the table to fetch a bottle of Bourbon and glass.

Suddenly, the blow of magic hit him on the back, pinning him to the flat table surface. His stomach sunk. Snape was a formidable foe, even as a student, now, one war later he was a very powerful wizard. A powerful wizard that was seeking revenge.

He closed his eyes, his clothes were charmed of from him.

In expectancy of cruciatus curse or something, even viler, tried to reason with the man, but voice betrayed him. Room was quiet, and for a long time, nothing happened, as far as he could tell Snape was not moving. Snape was barely breathing.

Fighting attack of panic, he tried to steady his breath, time passed by. Odd sensation grabbed him, and he was sure that this was not Snape's doing.

"You know Lupin two can play that game. What is stopping me from doing the same to you?" Snape's voice was low, dangerous and almost silken "What is stopping me to do - this - to you?"

Pain seared through his left arm. If this was a cruciatus. . . it was masterfully localized. The pain subsided in the arm and moved to his leg. Clenching his teeth not to scream, Remus breathed heavily and tried to focus his mind.

Pain moved again to the middle of his spine, causing him almost to lose consciousness.

"Do not threaten me, Lupin. Ever. Again. Or this...this is just a mild taste of what I can do to you. Not to mention - the potion you are in dire need of. Imagine what I can do with that - or if I simply do not do it at all . . . "

Suddenly, the magic that was holding him pinned to the table released its grip. Weekly his slid off the table. Snape was standing in the middle of the room, cold and calm as ever.

"I believe we are even now." Severus' voice was barely a whisper.

His eyes pinned on Snape he cleared his dry throat.

"What now?" He muttered through the clenched throat.

Snape just raised one eyebrow and turned on a heel, walking out of the room, leaving Remus physically drained and in the mass of emotional mess.