A/n: This is a story that has been sitting in my notebook for a while. I shouldn't be starting it, but now is the only time I've had the motivation to type it up recently
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Fraying Threads – Prologue
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
you found me, you found me
You Found Me – The Fray
Remus had an odd feeling in his stomach. A very odd feeling, almost trepidation. He checked the calendar. Nope, still two weeks until the full moon. He wasn't out of tea bags, or chocolate, and Harry was sitting across from him, attempting to beat him at chess, so it wasn't his godson in trouble. Something was happening. Something Bad.
Quickly putting his cup of tea down, he speedily moved his king to the middle of his chess board. Harry looked up, emerald eyes studying his Godfather's face. He captured the king, then murmured,
" Something's up."
It wasn't a question, it was a statement. He stood, and handed Remus a piece of parchment from his robe pocket. He looked at Professor Lupin's again, then left his office. Remus looked at the parchment, and recognized it immediately. Pulling out his wand from its holster, he tapped it with a soft
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
Black, spidery lines spread over the parchment, webbing out and forming a large, detailed map of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Running through his mind all the people he cared for, he checked each on the map. Minerva, Dumbledore, Hermione, Ronald, Dora…
Then he realized that he recognized this feeling. He'd actually become quite well acquainted with it. He'd had it numerous times before. Each time, a single, vital member of The Order had been in grave mortal peril.
He directed his eyes at the castle's Dungeons, specifically to the Slytherin Head Of House Chambers. And there he lay, in the middle of his Potion's laboratory, not moving. Lupin panicked, but at least had the brains to use one of the more unknown functions of The Marauder's Map. Quickly, he touched the tip of his wand to the Potion Master's name. The mark glowed red, indicating that the man was in grave danger. Stuffing the map into his robe pocket, he hurried to the fireplace. He could not Floo directly into the Potion Professor's chambers, but he could Floo to his office.
Remus burst through the door of the Potions lab. It had taken him several minutes to guess the door's password. It had very strong wards. Unsurprising, really. Severus liked his privacy. The password had been difficult. But then Remus remembered the man's animagus form. Very few people knew the man was an animagus, let alone his animal form. But Remus remembered that once, in better times, Severus had showed him his transformation. It had been pure beauty, seeing that, large, majestic midnight black hippogriff before him. And so he tried the word 'hippogriff', and burst through the door.
Severus lay in a twister postion on the floor, surrounded by shattered glass. Blood could be seen blossoming from gashes on his Torso. At the sound of Remus' shout of
The face moved towards the tawny haired man, and the haunted obsidian eyes of Severus Snape met the blue-amber, distraught eyes of Remus Lupin. The Defence Against The Dark Arts professor ran, uncaring of the glass, over to the still male on the floor, dropping to his knees and cradling the head of the usually cold man, sobbing. But then the eyelids of the ebony pair drifted slowly closed and the Potions Master took one, last, shuddering breath.
The werewolf wept, and collapsed on the almost dead man's chest.