Mikayla’s Legacy

“I have to.”

---Elena Michaels

(Bitten by Kelley Armstrong)

A/N: Okay…so here is chapter fourteen. Also I have a couple more transformation in mind for this story. Because really you can’t ignore the fact that Lupin turns into a wolf once a month…LOL so enjoy everyone

DEDICATION: Kelley Armstrong for her amazing women of the otherworld series.

RECOMMENDATION: Thunderstruck by Roisin Dubh

And

Hogwarts Masquerade by Lady deWinter

Both totally totally awesome. Though two different pairings. Hogwarts Masquerade is a Hermione/Draco pairing and Thunderstruck is a Snape/OC pairing read them and review!

It was that time of month again. The moon was approaching her Mother phase and boy did he feel it. He could barely look at a steak or any meat without salivating, and his already sharp senses grew more acute as the days went by. His temper was shortening too. It didn’t help that Snape seemed to enjoy his torment. At dinner Snape always chose to eat steak or lamb, knowing that the smell was driving Remus crazy. Peeves kept making howling noises whenever he saw him and some of the Slytherins had taken to drawing crude drawings of him devouring his entire class. He looked at them with amusement, sometimes thinking that devouring the entire Slytherin house really didn’t seem like such a bad idea. He shrugged his shoulders. Old rivalries died hard he supposed.

He was reading Hermione’s book for the third time when he heard a knock on the door to his study. Thinking it was Hermione, he smiled and said: “Come in!”

He was disappointed to find it was only Snape carrying a vial full of diamond colored liquid. The Wolfsbane potion. He sighed and stood up.

“You know,” said Snape, voice like black silk, “maybe I should just exchange this for a silver bullet instead.”

Remus frowned. “Not now Severous. Please.”

Snape walked over to the large desk. “Too bad Black, Potter and Pettigrew aren’t here to help you run amok and make a mockery of this school.”

At the mention of Peter’s name Remus’s head shot up and he glared at Snape, the old rivalry coming back strong.

“Don’t you dare bring up his name Severous.” He all but growled the last sentence.

Snape smirked. “Seem to have hit a sore spot eh Moony?”

“Don’t you dare call me that!” He could feel the wolf coursing through him, the rage, mixed in with the loss. “You have no right to use that name. None at all!”

Snape raised an eyebrow. “No? Well I think I have every right Remus. After all, you did try to eat me.”

“I’m warning you. You do not want to go there.” He was struggling desperately to hold on to his temper.

Nonplussed, Snape walked over to the large window, watching the moon turn the snowy grounds silver. It was a beautiful sight. But not to the man standing behind him, trying to get a hold of his temper. Snape smiled coldly. “You match Black and Potter in temper don’t you Lupin? And everyone thought you were the goody goody Marauder. If only they could see you now.” Snape tsked tsked and was about to leave when he turned and found himself facing the business end of Remus’s wand. Snape’s eyes narrowed.

“Oh come now Lupin are we really back to that?”

“You brought me back to it Snivelous.” He knew it was the wolf’s anger and the wolf’s pain and the wolf’s territorial nature that had caused him to draw his wand on Snape. But it was also human rage. The fact that Snape had so callously tread on things that were sacred to him, James, the Marauders, his nickname, had him seeing red. He was beyond logic.

Snape’s dark eyes glittered as he faced his long time enemy. True, Remus had never really done anything to Snape but he was a Marauder. He had been friends with Potter and Black. Even Pettigrew, the slimy, worthless trash. He was guilty by association, and that was a good enough reason to hate him as far as Snape was concerned. Being a werewolf only confirmed it. With practiced ease Snape drew his wand so fast Remus was sure he must have imagined it. But there was no imagining the polished length of dark wood that pointed straight at him. His lips curled in a sneer.

And that was how Hermione found them.

She could do nothing but stare, dumbfounded at the two men in battle stances pointing their wands at one another.

“Professors?” An incredulous look seemed frozen on her features. “What is going on?”

Snape rolled his eyes and lowered his wand. “Brilliant Granger. Just brilliant. Top of the year. Would have thought you would be the first to raise your hand and tell us the answer to that question.”

She couldn’t help it. Even seven years later she flushed from embarrassment when he made a crack at her. Remus growled.

“Back off Snape.”

Hermione’s eyes widened at the growl in his voice.

Snape’s eyes narrowed even more. “Why should I?” He said quietly.

“That’s enough!” Hermione said sharply. Both men looked at her in surprise.

“Hermione?” Remus looked at her. The voice which had come out of her mouth had sounded so familiar, but so completely un-hermione-ish at the same time…

“Ten points from Gryffindor, Granger, for not respecting your elders.”

“How ‘bout ten points from Slytherin for you not respecting anybody.”

Silence.

“Detention Granger! And fifty points from Gryffindor for being unspeakably rude. And another fifty points from Potter and Weasley each for rubbing off on you.” Angrily Snape, shoved his wand deep into his robes and stalked out of the office, leaving only a stunned Remus and equally stunned Hermione.

“Hermione…” he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He didn’t think that she could surprise him anymore then she had since he had known her. She had proved him totally wrong.

“What were you two doing?” There was a hint of anger in her voice that made his heart race even though he knew he deserved her anger. He didn’t think she realized how tempting she looked with her face flushed and eyes glittering.

“Old rivalries die hard Hermione. Professor Snape just pushed one too many buttons. Especially when I’m about to transform. And he knew it.” He gestured over to the wolf’s bane potion only to see the vial smashed on the floor, the precious liquid seeping into the tiles.

“Oh no….Hermione murmured. “How much time do you have?”

“Forty-eight hours. Not nearly enough time to make the potion again. And I would not ask that greasy git to make it if it were the last thing I did.”

She knew it was the stress of the transformation that had him being so snappish, but it irked her just the same. She could feel Mikayla’s annoyance too, and at the moment the other woman was stronger. “Well this is a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself in.” It was out of her mouth before Hermione even blinked.

He looked at her, hurt and confusion in his gray eyes.

“What?”

Hermione, cursing Mikayla, fought to get back in control and soothed him. “I’m sorry. I just know that its going to be much worse for you now and that bothers me.” She tenderly placed a hand on his cheek.

He arched into it, needing the smooth, delicate hand’s cool touch. He couldn’t help it. Slipping a hand under her chin he leaned down and kissed her softly, pulling away before the urge to make love to her over powered him. He knew it would when the wolf was upon him.

Even in that small kiss, Hermione felt the hunger and passion that made his voice thick and husky. He had stopped himself for her sake, and only for her. She began to feel frightened and pulled away from him.

“Since the wolf’s bane potion is gone what will you do?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his graying hair. He had seen the way she had stepped back. He wanted to kick himself for scaring her. He knew she had felt the wolf.

The Shrieking Shack. It’s back to the Whomping Willow for me. I have to tell Dumbledore about this immediately.” He walked quickly over to the door, pausing only once to give her a warm grin. “By the way Miss Granger, one hundred points to Gryffindor, for the most remarkable way you handled Professor Snape.”

She grinned back and followed him out the door. For once, Mikayla was quiet.

Hey everyone I hope you enjoyed that chappie! I know I know…another cliffie and Im sorry. I’ll have the next one posted very very soon. I finally know the direction this story is headed in!

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Romula.