Taking a steeling breath, Harry jumped right in. "Why did you turn in Remus after my third year? Doesn't that go against everything the HSMC stands for?" Harry asked, wondering if Snape actually believed in the society and what it stood for even as the sponsor.
The vampire sneered from where he was starting to chop up ingredients. "Lupin was not the first werewolf that has attended Hogwarts, nor was he the last," he explained with venom. "The only difference with Lupin is that the headmaster knew about him."
"How does that make any difference?" Harry asked in confusion while he perched on a stool in the corner.
"Look…Potter, I hated your father," Snape looked up at him with a glare. "I hate your godfather, but I absolutely loathe Lupin. I outed him in your third year because he didn't take his potion. He put students in danger and refused to follow safety measures, a pattern from even his school days, might I add. It's standard society procedure; those who refuse to take the safety of others seriously are asked to leave, no matter my personal feelings on the matter. If he were a student, he'd be expelled; as a professor, it was my only recourse."
Harry's eyes widened in shock. Remus seemed…well, harmless for a werewolf. He had no clue what the mild-mannered man could have done to cause the amount of ire Snape was sending his way. However, he also understood the direness of the situation the werewolf had caused since he and his friends were almost killed that night, as much as he didn't want to admit it.
"Er, ok…why do you 'loathe' him so much then?"
Snape sighed and went back to chopping. "My mother was a member of the HSMC before me, so I joined as soon as I started Hogwarts, like Aceline did this year. Lupin was known by Madam Pomfrey already, and the headmaster of course, who didn't know that werewolves have frequently attended the school. We even have special rooms set up in the dungeons for full moons and a system worked out to ensure safety for the werewolves and the other students. The Shrieking Shack is much less secure or safe for transformations than the rooms set up from the founding of Hogwarts specifically for werewolves," he explained while his hands expertly sliced roots on his cutting board. "Vampires are frequently paired with werewolves when possible as we are immune to their bites and tend to be much more equipped to handle them during their transformation if necessary. As a vampire and in the same year as him, I was the one sent to invite Lupin to the society, much as Ms. Lovegood did for you."
"I take it that it didn't go well?" Harry raised an eyebrow. He hadn't known there was such an extensive system in place before.
"You could say that," Snape snorted. "We waited a few weeks to approach him, and by the time I was able to talk to him, he'd already made friends with those idiotic marauders. He didn't want to acknowledge the wolf existed and resented me even bringing it up. He wanted to pretend he was a normal student and ignore that he had a 'furry little problem' once a month as he put it. If I had to guess, he was probably afraid his new friends would reject him if he was seen talking to a Slytherin…let alone if they found out he was a werewolf."
"So, he was never a member of the HSMC?" Harry sighed, realizing now why Remus had no clue what he'd been talking about it.
"Not only that, but he told my only friend in fifth year that I was a vampire, outing me before I could tell her myself," the man viciously chopped some slugs next, taking out his frustrations on the ingredients.
"Why would he do that?!" Harry gasped. It was a betrayal he'd never have imagined coming from the man.
"My friend and I were fighting at the time, and she never talked to me again, so I was unable to learn why. You'd have to ask him," Snape said from between gritted teeth. "I can only imagine it was to get me out of my friend's life for good."
Harry was shocked beyond belief. Why would anyone do that to someone? It's not like Snape didn't have a handle on his vampiric abilities, obviously he did if it was the fifth year. He wouldn't have been a danger to his friend. "So, your friend didn't talk to you again because you're a vampire?"
Snape shook his head sadly, answering, but almost not seeming to realize Harry was in the room anymore. "No, or at least I doubt it. She wasn't one to hold prejudices as such, but it was the fact I hadn't told her, along with other things that were going on at the time as well. Are you done, Potter?" He growled at the end, as it clicked who it was he was opening up to. Snape's hands twitched like he really wanted to punch something or throw something.
"Wait, that means when Sirius tried to convince you to go to the Shrieking Shack on a full moon, you already knew what was going on? You weren't in any danger," Harry asked in surprise when the incident he'd learned about in his third year came to mind.
Snape gave a dark chuckle. "If anything, your father saved Lupin's life, not mine."
"I'm sorry professor," the dementor sighed sadly. He could see Snape was past the point of his patience, and it would be best to leave him alone, but Harry just couldn't help pushing forward. He had to know. "Why do you hate me though? I get Remus, I get Sirius, I even kind-of get my dad, but I didn't meet either Remus or Sirius until my third year, and I don't even remember my dad."
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