Disclaimer: Cara, mine, HP characters, not mine. Kapesh?
Thanks to:
Feenstaub: Aw, I'm glad he captivated you, you all make him blush with your nice comments. Aye, evil I may be with the Dolores deal but I'll find some method of revenge for our two lads (grins).
Elrohir Lover: Ah well as long as you got money too that's all right! And cool board lol. Life in England is currently wet, we had sun but its obviously got bored and gone back home (Sigh).
Sykostalker27: Lmao, Kinky! I'll have to draw that picture as well for the reader's benefits. You cracked me up man with the doll thing, I had this image of Chibi Harry grinning madly as Chibi Cara ran after him. I'll try to be gentle on them but yep, I'm afraid I have something planned too.
Jenna: Thank you and I'm thinking of slipping in the occasional flashback if my brain isn't too mushy to work out the dates and stuff lol.
Lyrics from Nelly Furtado's "Fresh off the boat"
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Chapter 8 – Blast from the past
Harry stood in his sleeping slacks and a worn Quidditch T-shirt next to a smartly dressed man in the elevator. He would smirk everytime he saw the gentleman look out off the corner of his eye to look at him distastefully before the lift ground to a halt.
Both stepping out the man carried on out the doors whilst Harry went to the various post pigeonholes on the wall opposite. He picked up their letters that arrived normally before starting on his way back up.
Walking back through the door he found Cara cross-legged by the coffee table eating muggle Frosties as he opened up the post that arrived by owl.
"Anything interesting?" The blonde said as he looked up at his mate.
"Junk, junk, junk with a pretty design, oh and junk." Tossing the useless letters in the bin he settled beside his mate to kiss a path down the elegant neck. Cara gave a happy hum as he grinned, closing his eyes to the sensation.
"What about you? Anything good?" The darker man muffled against the slightly flushed skin.
"A competition, letters from Remus, Mrs Weasley and Dumbledore. I haven't opened this one yet."
Harry smirked as he whisked the letter out of the distracted blonde's hand before looking at the name. He flipped it over and looked at the wax seal then handed it back to the blonde excitedly.
"Cara, Cara it's from the Ministry." He said and his mate snapped back to reality, looking at the letter.
"Oh my god, ok...wait no, you open it." He handed it to Harry who looked mildly amused.
"Don't you want to?"
"I'm too scared, you do it." Slowly breaking the seal Harry pulled out the letter inside. Cara leant his head against his boyfriend's chest as he chewed a nail nervously.
"Dear Mr Faolan,
We received your request for a position in Auror intelligence on September 21st of this year. Due to your condition of Lycanthroathy we needed time to take the request into deliberation.
Whilst a great deal of us feel you would be a strong asset to the team with your grades and experience there are others who are still in two minds.
Therefore we would like to hold an interview with you to determine whether we can accept you into our team. You are required to bring the normally required CV but please bring your Werewolf registration papers too. The interview shall be on October 15th.
I look forward to meeting you Cara,
Sincerely,
Richard Dagda.
Commander, Order of Merlin Second class."
The two looked at one another not sure whether to give a cheer or carry on frowning.
"Did I get it?" Cara asked mildly confused as an amused, almost confused smirk came to Harry's face.
"To be honest...I'm not sure." The two began to crack up before they gave up and just happily laughed anyway.
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"Morning Bethany." Cara called happily as he stepped through the shop entrance. The woman waved cheerily as she poked her head up from behind the counter.
"Hello, why are you so chirpy about so early in the morning?" She asked as she hopped up off her knees.
"I may get that Auror job I told you about." He said as he walked out back to put away his bag. Bethany clapped excitedly as she congratulated him.
"Oh wouldn't it be wonderful! You'd be both the first werewolf to work for the Ministry AND near your lover." She drug out the last word teasingly like a schoolgirl causing the werewolf to blush whilst grinning.
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"Head's up!" Harry ducked just in time as a paper ball flew past him. Looking round he found Tonks grinning madly. She ran up to him, jumping a little so her legs wrapped round his waist as they hugged.
"How's my Punk Rock Princess?" the man laughed as the pink-haired girl jumped back down so her feet were on the floor.
"Depends CAPTAIN, How's my fellow mosher?" She teased. Tonks too was in Tiphareth along with five other members Harry had come to meet. Kiki, a coloured woman who rivalled Tonks's eccentric behaviour, Frank the board man who always had some kind of witty comment and Edgar who was a young man with a Scottish accent and an attitude to match.
There were two other's Harry remembered from all the way back to his fifth year, He had glanced at them briefly when he had been heading to his hearing. One was the Scarlet robed man with the long ponytail, Clay his name, and the other was the witch with an eye-patch who Kingsley had been speaking to. Her name was Marie. Altogether they had happily accepted the young animagi as their new Captain although Frank would make a smart-arsed comment before winking at him cheerily.
Various calls of morning greetings filled the air as Harry walked over to his cubicle, dumping down his bag.
"How's Cara?" Tonks said as she walked into cubicle, right opposite Harry's as they both leant back into their chairs, leaning back to continue their conversation.
"He's all right but he got a bit of a scare yesterday from something he heard." He began to recount the conversation to the pink-haired girl as Clay leant over the side of the cubicle next to Harry's, listening intently.
"Have you spoken to Dagda about this?" He asked as the animagi finished.
"Was about to before that one other there jumped me." Winking the girl gave a whoop and pumped her fist.
Standing back up Harry kind of spun as he tried to locate the Commander's office before spinning, pointing in the right direction and then following his path. Frank chuckled as the man stumbled to the office.
"Finally, a bit of action." He mumbled as he screwed up a ball of parchment then lobbed it at the Umbridge dartboard on his wall. A cheer went through the cubicles as the photograph gave a yelp.
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"Hmm, well it's still a little too vague to look into right now but you can scan the files we do have if you like of existing groups, try to find similarities." The Commander said as he scratched his chin.
Harry nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah, yeah that'll be great. It's probably nothing but Cara was really spooked by it, and he NEVER gets jumpy about a few whispers."
"Ah Mr Faolan. I'm very interested in meeting him, Kingsley tells me he is ever so polite and quietly intelligent...Could be very useful."
The young Captain smiled as he nodded again.
"I strongly believe you'll find him very reliable and hard-working." The Commander smiled at the man's words then seemed to turn solemn.
"Now he just has to convince the rest of them...I hear Umbridge hasn't quite forgiven us for hiring you so be on the look out for Cara won't you?"
Cringing Harry nodded. He could imagine the wench purposely making Cara revert back to his shy side by intimidating him...he'd have to warn his lover about that.
~*~
As he stacked the shelves Cara moved his hips in time to the lively Indie- rock music playing. He became more and more confidant, moving his body more as the pace picked up until Bethany laughed and joined in.
/"I rock these feet like no one else can
My hands are dirty I like 'em that way shows who I am
I'm fresh off the boat, fresh off the boat, fresh off the boat."/
The two bumped their hips together before cracking up and moving back to their jobs still chuckling.
"Oh it'll be lonely without you when you get that job." The woman sighed as Cara scanned the back of an interesting book. He looked over at her with a smile.
"IF I get the job, you may be stuck with me for a while." She grinned and shook her head.
"No, WHEN. You're an intelligent man Cara and they'd be fools to turn you away." Smiling gratefully over at the woman he winked.
"Ooh, take that book home to your boyfriend." She pointed excitedly to a book behind him, which he turned to look at. She giggled when he turned back round, lips together fighting a grin before holding up the book.
"Tantric Sex?" He said in a scolding voice as Bethany laughed. Shaking his head he looked back down at the cover, turning it upside down and his eyes widening comically as the simple movement seemed to emphasise the position more.
~*~
Harry flicked through the files, mentally highlighting words that showed resemblance to the Death Eater's.
After his fourth file he sighed as he threw it down removing his glasses, then pressing the palms of his hands to his eyes as he fought back a headache. Placing his glasses back on he reached for the fifth file, stopping dead when he read the name of one of the group's leaders.
"Bellatrix Lestrange."
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Thanks to:
Feenstaub: Aw, I'm glad he captivated you, you all make him blush with your nice comments. Aye, evil I may be with the Dolores deal but I'll find some method of revenge for our two lads (grins).
Elrohir Lover: Ah well as long as you got money too that's all right! And cool board lol. Life in England is currently wet, we had sun but its obviously got bored and gone back home (Sigh).
Sykostalker27: Lmao, Kinky! I'll have to draw that picture as well for the reader's benefits. You cracked me up man with the doll thing, I had this image of Chibi Harry grinning madly as Chibi Cara ran after him. I'll try to be gentle on them but yep, I'm afraid I have something planned too.
Jenna: Thank you and I'm thinking of slipping in the occasional flashback if my brain isn't too mushy to work out the dates and stuff lol.
Lyrics from Nelly Furtado's "Fresh off the boat"
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Chapter 8 – Blast from the past
Harry stood in his sleeping slacks and a worn Quidditch T-shirt next to a smartly dressed man in the elevator. He would smirk everytime he saw the gentleman look out off the corner of his eye to look at him distastefully before the lift ground to a halt.
Both stepping out the man carried on out the doors whilst Harry went to the various post pigeonholes on the wall opposite. He picked up their letters that arrived normally before starting on his way back up.
Walking back through the door he found Cara cross-legged by the coffee table eating muggle Frosties as he opened up the post that arrived by owl.
"Anything interesting?" The blonde said as he looked up at his mate.
"Junk, junk, junk with a pretty design, oh and junk." Tossing the useless letters in the bin he settled beside his mate to kiss a path down the elegant neck. Cara gave a happy hum as he grinned, closing his eyes to the sensation.
"What about you? Anything good?" The darker man muffled against the slightly flushed skin.
"A competition, letters from Remus, Mrs Weasley and Dumbledore. I haven't opened this one yet."
Harry smirked as he whisked the letter out of the distracted blonde's hand before looking at the name. He flipped it over and looked at the wax seal then handed it back to the blonde excitedly.
"Cara, Cara it's from the Ministry." He said and his mate snapped back to reality, looking at the letter.
"Oh my god, ok...wait no, you open it." He handed it to Harry who looked mildly amused.
"Don't you want to?"
"I'm too scared, you do it." Slowly breaking the seal Harry pulled out the letter inside. Cara leant his head against his boyfriend's chest as he chewed a nail nervously.
"Dear Mr Faolan,
We received your request for a position in Auror intelligence on September 21st of this year. Due to your condition of Lycanthroathy we needed time to take the request into deliberation.
Whilst a great deal of us feel you would be a strong asset to the team with your grades and experience there are others who are still in two minds.
Therefore we would like to hold an interview with you to determine whether we can accept you into our team. You are required to bring the normally required CV but please bring your Werewolf registration papers too. The interview shall be on October 15th.
I look forward to meeting you Cara,
Sincerely,
Richard Dagda.
Commander, Order of Merlin Second class."
The two looked at one another not sure whether to give a cheer or carry on frowning.
"Did I get it?" Cara asked mildly confused as an amused, almost confused smirk came to Harry's face.
"To be honest...I'm not sure." The two began to crack up before they gave up and just happily laughed anyway.
~*~
"Morning Bethany." Cara called happily as he stepped through the shop entrance. The woman waved cheerily as she poked her head up from behind the counter.
"Hello, why are you so chirpy about so early in the morning?" She asked as she hopped up off her knees.
"I may get that Auror job I told you about." He said as he walked out back to put away his bag. Bethany clapped excitedly as she congratulated him.
"Oh wouldn't it be wonderful! You'd be both the first werewolf to work for the Ministry AND near your lover." She drug out the last word teasingly like a schoolgirl causing the werewolf to blush whilst grinning.
~*~
"Head's up!" Harry ducked just in time as a paper ball flew past him. Looking round he found Tonks grinning madly. She ran up to him, jumping a little so her legs wrapped round his waist as they hugged.
"How's my Punk Rock Princess?" the man laughed as the pink-haired girl jumped back down so her feet were on the floor.
"Depends CAPTAIN, How's my fellow mosher?" She teased. Tonks too was in Tiphareth along with five other members Harry had come to meet. Kiki, a coloured woman who rivalled Tonks's eccentric behaviour, Frank the board man who always had some kind of witty comment and Edgar who was a young man with a Scottish accent and an attitude to match.
There were two other's Harry remembered from all the way back to his fifth year, He had glanced at them briefly when he had been heading to his hearing. One was the Scarlet robed man with the long ponytail, Clay his name, and the other was the witch with an eye-patch who Kingsley had been speaking to. Her name was Marie. Altogether they had happily accepted the young animagi as their new Captain although Frank would make a smart-arsed comment before winking at him cheerily.
Various calls of morning greetings filled the air as Harry walked over to his cubicle, dumping down his bag.
"How's Cara?" Tonks said as she walked into cubicle, right opposite Harry's as they both leant back into their chairs, leaning back to continue their conversation.
"He's all right but he got a bit of a scare yesterday from something he heard." He began to recount the conversation to the pink-haired girl as Clay leant over the side of the cubicle next to Harry's, listening intently.
"Have you spoken to Dagda about this?" He asked as the animagi finished.
"Was about to before that one other there jumped me." Winking the girl gave a whoop and pumped her fist.
Standing back up Harry kind of spun as he tried to locate the Commander's office before spinning, pointing in the right direction and then following his path. Frank chuckled as the man stumbled to the office.
"Finally, a bit of action." He mumbled as he screwed up a ball of parchment then lobbed it at the Umbridge dartboard on his wall. A cheer went through the cubicles as the photograph gave a yelp.
~*~
"Hmm, well it's still a little too vague to look into right now but you can scan the files we do have if you like of existing groups, try to find similarities." The Commander said as he scratched his chin.
Harry nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah, yeah that'll be great. It's probably nothing but Cara was really spooked by it, and he NEVER gets jumpy about a few whispers."
"Ah Mr Faolan. I'm very interested in meeting him, Kingsley tells me he is ever so polite and quietly intelligent...Could be very useful."
The young Captain smiled as he nodded again.
"I strongly believe you'll find him very reliable and hard-working." The Commander smiled at the man's words then seemed to turn solemn.
"Now he just has to convince the rest of them...I hear Umbridge hasn't quite forgiven us for hiring you so be on the look out for Cara won't you?"
Cringing Harry nodded. He could imagine the wench purposely making Cara revert back to his shy side by intimidating him...he'd have to warn his lover about that.
~*~
As he stacked the shelves Cara moved his hips in time to the lively Indie- rock music playing. He became more and more confidant, moving his body more as the pace picked up until Bethany laughed and joined in.
/"I rock these feet like no one else can
My hands are dirty I like 'em that way shows who I am
I'm fresh off the boat, fresh off the boat, fresh off the boat."/
The two bumped their hips together before cracking up and moving back to their jobs still chuckling.
"Oh it'll be lonely without you when you get that job." The woman sighed as Cara scanned the back of an interesting book. He looked over at her with a smile.
"IF I get the job, you may be stuck with me for a while." She grinned and shook her head.
"No, WHEN. You're an intelligent man Cara and they'd be fools to turn you away." Smiling gratefully over at the woman he winked.
"Ooh, take that book home to your boyfriend." She pointed excitedly to a book behind him, which he turned to look at. She giggled when he turned back round, lips together fighting a grin before holding up the book.
"Tantric Sex?" He said in a scolding voice as Bethany laughed. Shaking his head he looked back down at the cover, turning it upside down and his eyes widening comically as the simple movement seemed to emphasise the position more.
~*~
Harry flicked through the files, mentally highlighting words that showed resemblance to the Death Eater's.
After his fourth file he sighed as he threw it down removing his glasses, then pressing the palms of his hands to his eyes as he fought back a headache. Placing his glasses back on he reached for the fifth file, stopping dead when he read the name of one of the group's leaders.
"Bellatrix Lestrange."
~*~