Notes: Part of the "Fighting Darkness" AU. Another ficlet for Duckpuppy cause she said, and I quote, "fandom can never have enough of Remus/Lucius, can it?" And I can only agree with her on that. The slash is, as always, by Domi ;)

Ten steps from the door to his favourite armchair, two to the fireplace, six to the table and the firewhiskey, fourteen back to the door. Remus felt like a caged animal, ready to break free. How dare he? He could still see the twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes, mocking him. So Lucius wasn't a true follower of Voldemort? Great, brilliant! Remus felt like he was going to be sick any moment.

It had taken years to get over Lucius, and now he was back in Remus' life. Or rather, he would be quite soon if the old and new D.A.D.A. professor had been reading the signs correctly. 'See if I'll let you!' Downing the third glass of the liquor, Remus fell into the armchair, thinking about the last meeting of the Order.

Everything had been so nice. Harry, Snape and young Malfoy were still skirting around each other, Tonks and Charlie Weasley seemed to be inseparable, and Arthur had dropped a comment about Sirius and a way of getting him out of the Veil. Then the door opened, and a beaming Albus stepped into the room, and on his heels, Lucius Malfoy. From that moment onwards, things went from bad to worse.

A rather loud knock brought him out of his nightmarish reverie. "Go away and don't bother to..."

"Lupin, open the door or I'll do some unspeakable things to your lovely drink." Oops, that was Snape, and he seemed to be in a rather foul mood. A flick of his wand later, the Potions Master was towering over him. "Hard day, Professor?" He still seemed to have some issues with Remus' return to Hogwarts. 'Too bad,' he shrugged mentally.

"Why don't you shut up, give me my drink, as you put it, and then get out of here. I'm sure Draco's missing you already." He hadn't meant to say that. And judging from Severus' glare it hadn't been a wise thing to say, either. However... "Or maybe you could stop this silly game of 'Hide and Seek' and talk to Harry."

"What would I want to discuss with Potter?" The snarl would have been more convincing had his eyes not betrayed his feelings, if only for an instant.

Remus sighed, "You know that very well, but I'll give you a hint. It is obvious that you, how should we say, want him. And not only you. Being a werewolf has almost only disadvantages, but there's one major advantage. I can sense people's emotions, can smell what they are feeling... When Harry came to me after the incident in your office, I realised that apart from being shocked by the sight of you and Mr Malfoy, he was also aroused by it."

Snape stared at the werewolf as if he'd lost his mind. "Why should I believe you?"

"Oh for goodness' sake, Severus. Harry is like a son to me. And as funny as it is to see you three beating around the bush, I want to see him happy. Apparently he thinks that you can make him happy, you and Draco." Better call him by his given name and not Mr Malfoy. That only reminded him of...

...the very person who had just entered through the still-open door. Lucius was smirking, "You and my son, Severus? I knew that you'd make the right choice at one point. But Potter?"

"Stay out of this," Remus spat out. "And as for staying out, you may also stay out of my rooms. I don't recall inviting you in." The smirk had disappeared, and had been replaced by a frown. Remus almost felt sorry for him ... almost. Turning back to Severus, he added, "He's gone to the lake. Talk to him."

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The door had barely closed behind Severus when the remaining Slytherin began, "Remus, please listen to me..."

"Get out!" He wouldn't listen, wouldn't let him see how much this affected him. Oh, bloody hell. "More than 20 years, and you come here as if you owned the world. Well, think again, Malfoy." He remembered the hurt and heartbreak all too well. Why did he have to come back now? Or at all... "Go back to your precious wife and leave me in peace."

Silver eyes finally caught amber, and Remus saw... But he wasn't going to believe. Never again. "Remus," he tried again, and this time he wasn't interrupted. "I ... I'm sorry. I couldn't tell you. My father..." he shook his head as if to clear his mind, then pointed at the firewhiskey. "May I?"

Remus only nodded. 'Oh, by all means. Be my guest! Why don't you fuck me while you're at it?' Not that the wolf would allow it today, not when the full moon was so close. 'Get rid of him, Remus, before it's too late.' But he knew that he'd been lost the moment the blond Slytherin had first held him in his arms. There had been no other, and there never would be.

The Slytherin in question sat down his glass after a second helping, and whispered, "I never intended to leave you, never. Had it been up to me, Narcissa wouldn't be my wife now. Unfortunately, I had no say in it." Slowly, he approached the werewolf. "Father had found out about you, despite all I had done to prevent it. He ... he threatened to have you killed if I didn't marry..."

Remus snorted, "Do you seriously expect me to believe this nonsense? Please! Grant me some common sense." This new lie hurt more then the truth had. "You could have told me if this were true. But why not be honest: you grew bored of the sweet little Gryffindor, didn't you? That's why you chose to end it the way you did. By letting me see what you and McNair had been doing all along, I guess."

Lucius had turned from Remus, and was now holding on to the mantelpiece. What had he been thinking? That his former lover would fall into his arms the moment he showed up? At least he'd hoped that the Marauder would believe him. 'Fool! You always knew that he loved you. But he...'

His voice was breaking when he replied, "I couldn't tell you, couldn't face you again. It would have hurt you even more than the lie. I wanted you to hate me, thinking that would make it easier - for you. I seem to have succeeded there at least."

'Oh, no. Don't believe him! He's lying, he must be... Sweet Merlin, he must be!' Gazing at the steaming goblet in his hands, he silently toasted, 'Here's to your fucked-up life,' and drank down the ... not so unpleasant concoction. He would have to thank Snape later.

"He likes you. Severus, I mean. Already when we were at school together. And he hated me for dropping you as I did. But then Sirius pulled that prank... His fear of the wolf has influenced his actions towards you ever since." Lucius drew in a deep breath, and reached out to take the empty goblet from Remus' hands, "I could have strangled him for getting you expelled, or rather forcing you to step down on your own. Here you would have been safe..."

Amber eyes sparkled dangerously, "What about the Chamber, Buckbeak, the torture of innocent Muggles at the Quidditch World Cup? How do you explain all that?"

The goblet connected with the table with a loud 'bang'. "For Merlin's sake, Remus! Narcissa threatened to kill my son! She had never been satisfied with my behaviour, especially as a servant of Voldemort. When Draco was born, she finally had a means to control me... She'd never seen him as her son. She had placed a surveillance charm on me. The moment I didn't behave like a good little Death Eater would have been Draco's last..."

"And you expect me to believe that? The great Lucius Malfoy allows his wife to blackmail him? I don't think so." With a flick of his wand, the door flew open again. "Now go and amuse someone else with your fairy tale..."

Remus had barely finished his sentence when Lucius pulled a tiny box from his robes and enlarged it. "I had feared that you wouldn't trust my word, not with our past. But you will believe this..." He opened the box, revealing the silvery swirls of his pensieve. "You can't place corrupted memories... Remus?"

The werewolf stared at the blond, then slowly shook his head. That was a good sign. "The day I returned to Hogwarts, before getting McNair to... I went to Dumbledore. I all but begged him to have an eye on you. He told me about the Order ... I so wished to be like Fawkes in that moment - to burst into flames, only to be reborn into a better life, one without my father overshadowing it." Gazing at the gentle swirl, Lucius continued, "You know what the happiest of my memories is - apart from Draco's birth? The one I would return to when I couldn't look at myself in the mirror anymore? That one time you allowed the wolf to govern you; the only time you dominated me. The day you first admitted to loving me."

His eyes rose slowly to meet startled amber pools. "I was so afraid, so afraid of saying these words to you, terrified of what loving you might imply. I'm not afraid anymore, Remus. You captured my heart the moment you first smiled at me, the summer before our seventh year. I've loved you since then. Love you, still..."

With a howl, the wolf decided he'd had enough. His mate had returned to him, and he wouldn't allow the human part of his soul to push him away.

Suddenly, Lucius was pulled against the strong body of the werewolf; his lips pried open by an insistent tongue, his breath stolen by a fierce kiss that set both his body and soul on fire. The kiss ended as abruptly as it had begun, and Remus' eyes were blazing almost golden as he growled, "You're mine, Lucius, mine. We will talk about this, at length. But not right now." Pushing Lucius to the couch, Remus smiled predatorily. "Let's see if we can't make an even happier memory..."

Lucius appeared startled for a moment, but one look into the glowing, feral amber eyes of the man he loved so much made his mind shut down and his body take over. His breathing sped up as he saw the wolf staring back at him, saw the nostrils flaring as Remus inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his mate and growling deep in his throat.

That sound, this deep, throaty growl caused Lucius' blood to race through his veins and his heart to beat faster. His hands itched to touch the wild, beautiful creature that was looming over him, and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting Remus' skin again.

For a moment, his mind was overwhelmed by memories of a time just like this so long ago, and images assaulted him - of being trapped under a body that was so much stronger than his own, so wild and untamed, of him, biting and clawing at the fair skin and writhing helplessly underneath Remus, powerless, completely at the mercy of the werewolf.

He was brought back to the present as he felt strong hands on his robes, pulling and tearing until the expensive material gave way to frenzied desire. At any other time he would have complained about the destruction of his luxurious clothing, but right at this moment he didn't care, he only wanted to feel Remus' hands on his skin again after so many years, wanted to surrender completely to the werewolf, to show Remus how much he loved him still...

Lifting his hands, he tried to grab Remus' robes, intending to undress him as well, but they were slapped away roughly with a fierce growl that had Lucius moaning as his body started to tremble slightly in anticipation. Remus' hands were on him again only a moment later, roughly gripping his silk shirt and ripping, shredding the material carelessly.

Lucius' back arched in near ecstasy as Remus' hands brusquely pushed the torn shirt out of the way and slid over his chest, roaming freely, re-mapping their territory as they ran up and down the ribcage, over the muscular stomach and up to the shoulders, tweaking his nipples every time they passed.

Soon Lucius' was panting helplessly, his body shivering from the touches he had only dreamed of for so many years. Soft gasping sounds escaped his lips in an endless stream, and he thought he would lose his mind from the maddening stimulation that was just strong enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.

He squeezed his eyes shut and wanted to growl in frustration himself, but suddenly his eyes flew open and a startled yelp left his lips as he felt sharp teeth clamp around his nipple. Panting and moaning softly, he could only lay there and shudder as Remus' hands held him down firmly while his teeth continued to worry at his hardened nub, the nips getting harder and sharper until Lucius began to groan from the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.

Suddenly he was released, but before a protest could leave his lips, Remus had moved up to cover his body and the other man's mouth came down hard upon Lucius', a tongue roughly forcing its way inside and claiming once again what was his, and his alone.

Moaning in startled surprise and delight, Lucius' melted into the violent kiss, surrendering willingly to the need of the werewolf. He was so absorbed in the play of teeth and lips and tongue that he barely registered Remus' hands moving lower until another tearing sound reached his ears, and his hips jerked as they viciously tore his expensive pants and briefs off his body.

Still the kiss went on, and all Lucius could do was gasp and groan into Remus' mouth as those hands caressed his thighs, his waist, his abdomen, everywhere but the one place he wanted them the most. Close to whimpering in frustration and not caring in the least about the fabled Malfoy dignity, he desperately gripped Remus' shoulders, clawing up and down his back in an attempt to drive the other man wild and get him to lose control.

Another growl started from deep inside Remus' throat as he broke the kiss and attached his lips to Lucius' neck, nipping sharply, but always mindful to never actually break the skin. Hot breath ghosted over Lucius' ear and he shivered as a throaty whisper caressed his sensitised skin. "What do you want, Lucius? Tell me... What do you want me to do?"

Lucius' breath seemed to be stuck inside his throat, and it took him several moments until he was able to gasp out his answer in a husky growl. "Take me, claim me. Make me yours again...." That was as far as he got as a tongue once again invaded his mouth, and a strong leg forced its way between his thighs, parting them so they could cradle Remus' slim hips.

As Remus slid between his legs, Lucius could not suppress a moan of rapture as the rough material of the other man's clothes slid over his heated skin. Being dominated by the werewolf, something he had craved for so many years, and the feeling of being helpless and naked beneath his stronger and fully clothed lover almost drove Lucius insane with lust and the longing to finally feel his beloved deep inside of him again, claiming him. He would not have to wait much longer now.

Slowly Remus started to move against him, rubbing his body sensuously against Lucius' even as strong fingers slid into the luxurious blond mane that spilled across the cushions. Without further warning, Remus' hands gripped his hair tightly and yanked him forward into another heated kiss, tongues duelling until Lucius was once more breathless and panting heavily.

Desperately trying to catch his breath and to regain some control over his own body, Lucius let himself slump back down heavily as he attempted to get his mind to work again. Cautiously he opened his eyes to look at his lover, instantly realising his mistake as he felt himself being drawn into the golden stare of the other man. A shiver ran down his spine as he watched the intense expression in those eyes, watched a fierce gleam appear inside the amber pools.

Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, a soft growl had left Remus' lips as he abruptly straightened up and pulled Lucius off the couch and tightly against his body. Claiming the Slytherin's lips in another vicious kiss, his hands slid down Lucius' back until they rested on his behind, squeezing roughly before he broke the kiss and proceeded to drag the blond into the direction of his bedroom, where he removed the sorry remains of the blond's robes.

Lucius' heart started to race as he felt himself roughly shoved onto the bed. Remus started to slowly crawl onto his body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire where it moved up his chest to his neck and further up to his mouth. Remus' hands once again roamed over his chest and hips as the other man straddled him, slowly moving back and forth in an attempt to further tease the already painfully aroused Slytherin.

All of a sudden the kiss was broken, and Lucius felt himself being lifted off the bedding somewhat. Before he had the chance to grasp what Remus was doing, the Gryffindor turned him onto his stomach. He tried to turn his head in order to find out what the other man was planning, but he was instantly distracted by the feeling of another body stretching out across his back, of a tongue running up his spine, making his body shudder in pleasure, of a hand pulling aside his long hair and sharp teeth nipping and sucking at the back of his neck.

Unexpectedly the feelings stopped, and the body was lifted off his back, almost making Lucius moan in disappointment. Just as he tried to lift himself off the bed and turn towards his lover, a throaty voice stopped him in his tracks. "Do not move, Lucius. Stay right where you are, or I will stop what I am doing in an instant."

Normally he would have fumed at anyone trying to order him, Lucius Malfoy, around, but at this moment he just didn't care about pride or reputation. All he wanted was to feel Remus body on his again, so he sunk back down into the soft bedding, breathing heavily, the fact that he didn't know what Remus was doing behind him only adding to his excitement.

The soft rustling of cloth was heard, a drawer being opened and closed, and soft footsteps slowly approaching the bed. Lucius felt the mattress dip gently beneath the weight of another person, and he began to tremble as he felt the heat of Remus' body so close to his own, but not yet touching.

The bed moved again as Remus stretched himself out on top of him again, and Lucius could barely suppress a moan at the feeling of bare skin on bare skin, with nothing to separate them anymore. Again he felt Remus' teeth at the back of his neck, biting and nibbling, until Remus sat back up again, this time drawing Lucius up with him again.

After a last gently lick to Lucius' neck Remus placed his hand against the Slytherin's upper back, firmly coaxing him to lean forward until he was kneeling on the bed, his torso bend forward and resting on his arms, his head bowed with the long blond hair spilling all over the bedding.

Smiling wickedly, Remus finally gave in to the wolf inside him that demanded its mate, which had his blood boiling inside his veins with the need to claim, to posses. Pushing aside reason and the gentleness that was so often associated with Remus Lupin, he dropped back behind Lucius with a soft snarl.

Not giving Lucius the time to guess what he was about to do, Remus dropped down behind his lover, gripping and spreading the firm, pale cheeks in front of his face, and, without further warning, viciously stabbed his tongue into the quivering opening.

A startled scream escaped Lucius' lips; soon to be replaced by hoarse moans as the slick flesh continued to pierce him, seeming to go deeper and deeper with each thrust. His whole body had begun to quiver at the sensations coursing through him, growing stronger with every passing second. Lucius felt his arms begin to tremble as the tension grew, and he let his forehead sink into the soft bedding beneath, panting into the sheets as Remus resumed his oral torment.

Remus could not suppress a small grin of satisfaction as he felt Lucius shudder due to his ministrations. He continued bathing his lover with his tongue, penetrating the Slytherin again and again until the moans had become throaty groans and pants.

Finally he deemed the ring of muscle loose enough, and he began to slow down gradually, all the while stroking Lucius' hips and thighs, subtly coaxing him to spread his legs wider. Satisfied, he gave the quivering muscle one last, loving lick before moving up and over Lucius' body again, his tongue running up the spine to his neck where he once again gently worried the soft flesh with his teeth.

By now, Lucius was moaning almost incoherently at every touch, totally mindless of anything but the feelings the other man invoked within him.

Grinning quietly to himself, Remus took advantage of Lucius' distraction to lean back and grab for the lubricant that he had placed on the bed only minutes ago. He continued to caress Lucius' back with one hand while he opened the small flask with his teeth and poured some of the slick substance onto his already aching cock.

A small hiss left his lips as the cool liquid touched his skin; maybe he should have warmed it a bit by the fire beforehand, but it couldn't be helped now. It would heat up soon enough through the contact with his searing skin.

Quickly stroking the lubricant all over his erection, he threw the flask aside and didn't waste any more time as he once more leaned back over Lucius' bent body. Knowing that the Slytherin had already been sufficiently prepared by his earlier attentions, he quickly positioned himself and plunged forward, penetrating his lover in one powerful thrust.

Lucius cried out sharply and arched off the bed as he felt himself being impaled by Remus' large cock, something he had craved and dreamed about for the last 20 years. Before Lucius could follow that line of thought any further, though, Remus' hands roughly grabbed at his hips as he drew back almost all the way before slamming back in with all the strength he could muster.

All conscious thought fled Lucius' mind as Remus began to pound him ruthlessly, the wolf inside the normally gentle and restrained man taking over, claiming his mate. All Lucius could do was twist his fists in the sheets and hold on for dear life as he was taken roughly by his long lost lover.

Remus was almost mindless with lust by now as he lost himself in the body that was at once so familiar and yet so new to him. His hands harshly grabbed Lucius' hips, knowing his fingers would leave bruises on the pale skin but not caring at that moment. All he could feel was the pleasure at being once more sheathed inside the warm, pliant body of the man he had always loved, hear that throaty voice utter moans and cries at his every thrust, see the long, blond hair flowing around the muscular shoulders as Lucius strained and writhed in ecstatic abandon beneath him.

But he still wanted, needed more. Tightening his grip, his nails biting into Lucius' pale flesh, he changed the angle slightly and drove in as hard as he could, again and again in rapid succession, hearing Lucius' ecstatic screams as he hit his prostate with every stroke.

By now Remus was groaning harshly as well, his hips snapping forward faster and faster, his hands on Lucius' hips now no longer merely gripping but holding the other man up and in place as the Slytherin threatened to collapse onto the bed from the sheer force of the claiming.

Lucius' arms had begun to tremble violently and he allowed his upper body to fall forward onto the bed, no longer able to support his own weight as Remus' cock stabbed his prostate again and again. His throat felt raw from the screams of pleasure that were ripped from him, but he still cried out sharply with every thrust, feeling himself being pushed closer and closer to he edge, almost there yet unable to let himself fall as his body was pounded mercilessly.

Remus could feel himself nearing his climax as well, and his conscious mind pervaded the haze of passion long enough for him to reach forward and encircle Lucius' straining cock, wanting to take his lover with him.

At the first touch of Remus' hand on his burning flesh Lucius almost bucked off the bed, his body quivering in its frantic need to alleviate the tension and find the longed for release. One stroke, two, and Lucius began to feel himself falling, his body trembling violently on the brink of release, his hands nearly ripping the sheets he was clutching desperately.

One more stroke and Lucius convulsed, throwing his head back as one last, guttural scream left his lips and he came all over Remus' hand, shuddering and gasping, then crying out again as he heard Remus' own shout and felt the others hot seed fill his body.

Finally his arms would no longer support him, and he limply fell forward onto the bed, Remus' softening cock still held inside his body. For several moments neither man moved, both too exhausted and content to even consider getting up any time soon. After some minutes had passed, Remus slowly lifted himself off Lucius' sweaty back and carefully pulled his now soft member out of the other man's body.

He then lay back down onto the bed and tenderly drew Lucius into his arms, wrapping himself protectively around his lover's body as all his earlier rage had been drained out of him. Closing his eyes, he let sleep claim him, smiling slightly at the feel of his love inside his arms.

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The sun was already setting behind the pinnacles of Hogwarts when Remus stirred again. A warm body was pressed against him, and he took a moment to process what had happened just a few hours ago. Lucius... He was back in his life, back in his arms. But was his story true? Was he really a spy, just like Severus? His brows furrowed as he gazed at the blond Slytherin.

Silver eyes slowly opened, and met with troubled amber. "Don't say this has been a mistake, Remus. It hasn't. Being claimed by you has been the best thing that happened to me in years." Sitting up, he threw back his hair, combing through it with his fingers. Resignation was in his voice when he spoke again, "This isn't about Narcissa, is it? Or McNair. You don't believe me, not even after I offered you to consult my pensieve."

With a sigh, he rose from the bed, snatching up his robes as he went. His eyes were on the numerous cuts in the expensive fabric, which he tried to repair as well as possible, when he continued, "Believe it or not, I was an Order member right from the beginning. Saved the Potters numerous times. I just ... I wish I had known about Pettigrew. It was only that night that I found out about him. I was too late." The robes were almost restored to their original state, and Lucius was now putting them on. "I couldn't do anything for Sirius. And neither could Dumbledore."

Remus had been sitting on the bed throughout Lucius' monologue, dumbstruck. "You knew? Albus knew? Why did no one feel like telling me?! I thought my best friend had sold out Jamie and Lily. I could have..." Then it hit him. He was the lowest of the low, an unwanted member of the wizarding community. Curse the werewolf... Oh shit.

"Lucius, you've to go to Severus now. He has to give you a goblet of Wolfsbane as well. I did not bite you, but still..." Curse the wolf, indeed. Passing on the lycanthropy would secure him a short romance with a dementor. Only that the Ministry wouldn't get to him in time. And Lucius of all people. Why couldn't it have been that slimy rat? Grabbing his own robes, he stormed out of the bedroom, passing a rather startled Malfoy senior. Opening the door to the hallway, he stopped dead in his tracks. There upon his threshold sat a steaming goblet.

Lucius had followed the Gryffindor, and was now chuckling, "I told you he likes you. And it seems like he is no longer mad at me, either." Remus, who had just picked up the Wolfsbane with shaking hands, turned to face the blond. "He knew there was another spy within Voldemort's inner circle. But just like I didn't know that he was spying, he didn't know I was. I guess he was pretty miffed about that. You know, all that talk about 'nothing gets past me'..."

"I love you," Remus smiled weakly as he handed over the goblet. "Give me some time to come to terms with all of this. But you know," a rather mischievous gleam had entered the usually so calm amber eyes, "I think you have to love me if you're willing to drink this," he pointed at the potion, "every month..."

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Two hours later the moon had risen, and Lucius sat by the fireside. On the floor by the fireside! The door was securely locked, and should anyone still enter the room somehow, he'd be subjected to a memory charm. No one would ever be able to see a Malfoy like this, and live to tell the tale. He chuckled softly as he gazed down. In his lap lay the brownish head of Moony. The wolf was studying him, and once in a while he'd give a little whine to remind Lucius to continue his gentle petting. 'Lucius Malfoy and his pet wolf... Who'd have thought this was possible...'

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Deep down, in the bowels of the castle, Draco Malfoy was imitating a fish. When at last he was able to form coherent words again, he whispered, more to himself than the Potions Master who was studying him, "Father and ... a mudblood, a mudblood werewolf?" The elder man nodded. "How? Why?"

"They were lovers before, Draco. I think the revelations of today's Order meeting simply made it possible for them to remember what they had shared all these years ago. At long last..." His dark eyes sparkled, and he looked almost as smug as the proverbial cat.

"You approve of this?" Severus had obviously lost it. Just one kiss, that was all that had transpired between him and Harry Bloody Potter (and Draco was not at all envious of his lover, no way), but it had obviously been enough to turn him into a sucker for true romance. Draco sighed to himself, 'But what a way to go.'

Only gradually, the blond prefect realised that what bugged him the most wasn't the fact that his DADA Professor was an unworthy mudblood, and a werewolf at that. It was that his father had obviously made those embarrassing noises he had heard when delivering the Wolfsbane...