Unwanted pet (Snupin) *Complete*

Part 55: Just...don't let me hurt him

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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He could feel the Wolf in his mind, strong and willing to go through Snape's plan.

Even if his thoughts were not clear, and he had a problem naming things correctly, he was still able to think and feel. His body was changed but his mind was more or less his own. However, fear drew another part of his course, the part that with a help of a potion he easily controlled.

Primal, mindless, savage. The true beast lurking in deepest corners of his mind.

He allowed Snape to get near him. He could hear the thundering of Snape's heart, his breath irregular as he fought to control it. He could smell...reluctance. Not fear but a lack of desire to go through the plan.

The wolf whispered in his head, flooding him with the sensation of internal turmoil and self-loathing. He understood, on some level, he was stunned at the richness of those emotions. He would bet his life that Snape would relish the opportunity to stab him. Words floated to him, strangled, sounding like all those feelings choked them as they were spoken.

"I am not lying to you, Remus. this is going to hurt, a lot."

We are ready for the pain, whispered Wolf to him, but he was not sure. He was, the Wolf was but the beast...was not. The beast was clawing his mind in desperate need of self-preservation.

Suddenly, a searing pain hit him.

He lost a grip of the beast.

He felt dislocated, present but unable to move or react.

The beast roared in pain.

It felt like acid was dripping inside his open flesh, burning through the muscle. In horror, he watched as jaws snapped in front of Snape's face.

Did I hurt him? Is he bitten? No! Merlin, no!!!

His mind was screaming, flooded with panic.

The friend is unharmed, won't harm a friend. I take care. Growled Wolf, calming him but he could feel the pain. Beast still roaring asking for blood, for retaliation.

What did I do?

But Wolf was still whispering to him.

Friend safe. Friend want to help. Friend coming back to help. And the panic kicked in again.

He fought to control the beast, to bend it to his will. He would never forgive himself if he bites . . . If he hurt or kill. He howled trying to warn Snape off, but the man was in front him again, holding a jar.

Snape's heart was still beating fast, but he could smell concern. Pain ten folded now, his leg was on fire but his soul was aching as well. He calmed himself down, not realizing the meaning of words spoken to him but curling up as emotional pain outweighed the physical pain.