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Where Angels Tread

Summary:

Snape and Lupin decide that the Afterlife isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Until they realise they can control their own destiny after all.

Notes:

Originally written for ednama as a Snupin Santa gift in 2007. I followed the basic premise of ednama’s prompt fairly closely – Snape and Lupin having to deal with a Heaven neither of them expected. It therefore takes place directly after the events of Deathly Hallows, and as such focuses on character death. Sort of.

Chapter 1: Prologue

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The first thing Severus Snape noticed when he woke up was that he was missing something. Something very important. He tried to think what that could be but the nagging feeling just wouldn't leave him. He tried to move and groaned softly, which only exacerbated the pain in his neck. He then proceeded to pat himself down, checking for injuries.

"Ah ha! No clothes. That's what I'm missing!" Satisfied that he had solved the mystery he once more tried to sit up. Doing so caused some significant discomfort but he was gradually able to pull himself to a sitting position, which allowed him to further examine his body.

"Oh, buggering hell," he muttered, staring down at himself.

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The first thing Remus Lupin noticed when he woke up was that he was missing something. Something very important. He tried to think what that could be but the nagging feeling just wouldn't leave him. But moving seemed too much of an effort when soft hands were stroking his hair and he was leaning on such a warm chest.

"Remus, love, time to wake up."

Remus knew that voice. He was sure he did. There was something very important he meant to do and that voice was part of it. If only he could remember...

"Remus, come on, wake up for me. It's Dora."

Remus' eyes flew open. Tonks. But she'd...he'd seen her...

"Dora? You're dead."

"I'm not the only one," she replied, kissing him on his forehead. She's not the only...oh. Remus began to sit up which is when he noticed two things. One, that he was completely naked and two that he was missing something, something extremely important.

"Oh, buggering hell."