Disclaimer: Only Cara is mine really.
Thanks to:
Sykostalker27: Aye that he does, he's always suffered far too much. I'll try to lighten his life as much, as is possible for him.
Arigazi: Lol I used to know this Irish Wolfhound (Huge bugger) that had formed a 'pack' with a Yorkshire terrier, funny as hell. And my god, 4 Rottys? You must have a huge house lol. I think my favourite bit for writing is the power sharing thing because it's so...I don't know, real in the magickal sense. OK babbling now lol.
Elrohir Lover: No, no I know what he means. Wicca is life, it is fire, earth, air and water, it is friendship, love and healing but it is also the moon, the sun, natural and supernatural. It is that silence you hear when you walk in a meadow alone but you never truly felt the isolation...and this is where everyone is know going 'eh?' Lol. I should really find a way to put up my sketches of Cara and Harry how I envision him to look in this story (in his 20's) and aye you are lovely, always slipping in a review whether it's to review or have a chat, either way always makes me smile. And thank you for standing up for me, although I think I maybe shouldn't have lost my temper (cringes), that's my downfall everytime. It's why when everyone else reads book 5 and goes 'Why is Harry losing his temper like that?' that I shy away from the conversation because I read that part and think 'Yep, I would've done that too.' (Smiles blushingly).
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Chapter 20 – Unwanted Guests
Cara gripped Harry's hand a little tighter as they stood in the Ministry elevator. Today was October 15th, the day of his interview and he could feel the nervousness bubbling up in his stomach. Harry said he would accompany him to the door but he wasn't allowed to enter. A voice on the overhead broke through his thoughts.
'Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use off Magic Office, Auror Headquarters and Wizengamot Administration Services.'
"This is us, s'cuse." Harry said as he pulled Cara with him out of the crowded lift onto the floor way. They walked slowly towards the Auror Headquarters, Cara now gripping Harry's hand like it was a lifeline and eventually they stood outside the interview office. The animagi turned Cara to hold both his shoulders as he spoke to them.
"Right, I can't go any further. Remember what I told you?" He asked in a quiet, calming voice and the blonde nodded.
"Hand over my CV, answer all the questions as best I can and don't let them fluster me."
Harry smiled gently at him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Good luck then love, I'll be back at Grimmauld when you've finished. I've been given the day off, I've got something that needs doing for the Order." They shared one final hug and kiss before the dreaded moment arrived. Cara knocked on the door until he heard a call from the inside.
As he entered his heart leapt into his throat. There had to be at least 7 people in the room, all there to decide whether a werewolf was good enough to enter their ranks. Remembering Harry's words he smiled politely and moved towards the chair but he didn't sit down. He waited for the Commander to shake his hand then tell him to do so.
Commander Dagda stood with a kind grin on his face as he reached forward, shaking the blonde's hand firmly.
"Mr Faolan, I have been looking forward to this interview for a long time. I've heard many a great thing about you. Please, take a seat." He said in his strong voice that instantly warmed the younger man.
"You were lucky Mr Faolan, another minute and you would've been late, Tell me do you usually arrive just in the nick of time?" Cara looked over to his left where a squat toad-like woman was sat...this must be Umbridge.
"No ma'am, I've been waiting in the lobby for over an hour as Ministry officials ensured the safety of their employees."
The woman shut her mouth with a snap and the blonde had to fight a victorious smirk. He even caught the Commander fighting a smile.
Handing over his files Cara determinedly refused to let his hand shake. Dagda opened the file as he silently began to read the man's expertise and experiences.
"You've been awarded two merits here, that's very impressive," The Auror said as he raised his eyebrows a little impressed, "Straight O's from your school, passed all your exams in Hengehill with top marks, By Merlin is their anything you can't do?" The man chuckled and the werewolf laughed lightly with him.
"Well my cooking isn't all that brilliant." He said and this time Dagda and most of the group save two or three, laughed with him.
"You'd be very useful in our intelligence services." The commander muttered, more to himself then anyone else before he flicked the file shut, "This is better then most of the Auror's CV's we have had in the past, save your partner's of course."
Cara nodded as his heart felt a little lighter. It was enough for him that Commander Dagda wanted him on the team, no matter what anyone else said.
"Yes well that's all very good but now we have other matters to press onto to." Umbridge said sneeringly from her seat.
"Such as?" The Commander asked in an innocent voice.
"Well we have to take on board whether the other Auror's want to work beside a werewolf. It is hazardous to their health after all and at he'd have to take at least 3 days off a month."
"Please ma'am, but in all respects I'm only dangerous in my wolf form and even then I'm receiving the Wolfsbane potion to help me keep my more humane mind." The blonde said as he curled his hands into fists in his lap.
"Ah yes but Mr Faolan, not many woman want their husbands in such close proximity of Dark Creatures as it is, but to make then work alongside one..."
"Mr Faolan has a clean record. Never attacked another wizard, witch or even a muggle. And I'd prefer if you didn't refer to the gentleman as a 'Dark Creature' when he is in the room." Dagda said in a low, dangerous voice as he glared at the annoying witch.
"Clearly your partnership with Mr Potter had clouded your judgement Richard." Umbridge snapped back as she stood, her height not really improving much.
"Mr Potter's relationship with Mr Faolan has nothing to do with the fact that Cara here," He indicated towards the man with his hand, "has one of the best skills and abilities CV that I have seen in a long time."
"He is still a potential danger and this must be decided with the Minister in attendance." Dagda growled low in his throat at the woman's words and made to say something back but Cara stopped him.
"Commander Dagda I don't mind coming back for another interview with the Minister. I understand some people have medieval beliefs," Here he looked pointedly at the toad-like woman, "but I'm willing to go that extra mile to prove my commitment to the cause."
Umbridge's jaw dropped as she seethed with silent rage but Dagda was looking down at the man proudly.
"Very well Cara," He said kindly in his deep voice, "You will receive a letter in a few days regarding the position that the Ministry stands in and the date of your next interview."
Nodding the werewolf stood. He shook hands with all of the people present (except Umbridge) until finally he came to the Commander. He shook his hand and the man leant in to whisper in his ear.
"I'm going to root for you kiddo. You've got what it takes." Smiling they pulled back until giving a final bow Cara left the room.
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Considering it was early October the weather was sweltering and so Cara pulled off his jumper and tied it round his waist as he made his way down the busy streets of London back to Grimmauld Place.
He would've apparated but he needed the walk to calm down a little. That cow calling him a dark creature right in front of everyone was insulting if not infuriating.
Sighing he shook his head slightly before suddenly his senses jumped to life...he was being followed. Keeping his head facing forward he sent out his wizarding senses to pick up on the magickal signature of his trailer.
It was a single person, male by the stream of testosterone weaved into the person's personal magick and they were young...he could easily take them down.
He turned into a gap between two houses where he flattened himself against the wall and into the shadows. He heard footsteps turn the corner, scanning slowly.
The person took another step forward and Cara sprung into action. Using his Lycan speed he twisted the person's arm behind their back and slammed them into the wall opposite, pressing their front against it tightly.
The follower coughed then gave a little sarcastic laugh.
"Guess you were more then we expected huh." The man chuckled before yelping again as Cara pushed his arm up higher.
"Who are you?" He asked harshly.
"Is this how you always greet people?" The man teased, groaning a little as the werewolf pushed him tighter against the wall.
"Answer the question!" Cara spat.
"Name's Draco, Draco Malfoy."
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Harry was sipping his tea when he heard a loud bang at the door. Mrs Black screamed into life as the animagi jumped up to run into the entrance.
He stopped shocked as he watched his lover drag in a blindfolded Draco Malfoy, the two bickering like an old marred couple.
"Couldn't loosen your grip could you, I might start to think you like me." The platinum blonde haired man said in a casual voice.
"Believe me, you're not my type. I tend to avoid those with a high possibility of impotence."
If the situation weren't so unusual Harry would've started laughing there and then.
"Cara?" The raven-haired man said as the blonde looked up, even Malfoy perking up a little at the voice.
"Head's up it's the Boy Wonder." He teased and Cara growled at him.
"What's going on dow...good grief!" Remus stopped on the stairway with Dumbledore just behind him.
"Cara what's going on?" Harry asked as he helped his lover drag the man into the kitchen.
"He was trailing me when I was walking back from my interview." The blonde said as Harry conjured ropes to bind Draco to the chair before whipping off his blindfold.
"Ah hello Potter, nice to see that Gryffindor hospitality is still present." Quirking an eyebrow Harry gave the ex-Slytherin a little slap to the back of the head.
"I wasn't sure what else to do with him." The werewolf explained as Draco raised his eyebrows in greeting at the Headmaster where he received a somewhat confused nod in return.
"Lovely place you've got here, nice and dank." The Slytherin commented as he looked around the room until Hermione and Ron came charging into the room.
"MALFOY?" Ron said loudly and Malfoy smirked.
"Ah yes, of course, how silly of me to not expect seeing the Golden Trio still together. Although with this one here," He jerked his head at Cara, "I guess the Slytherin bet that you lot were in a three way relationship has gone out the window."
"He's very annoying." Cara mused aloud as Draco smirked at him.
"Of course I am." He said simply as the animagi frowned at him again.
"Why were you following Cara?" He asked sharply as the white-blonde haired man wiggled to get more comfortable.
"Orders really. Dear old Aunt Bella seems to think he's important. Personally I see nothing special about him, kind of dull looking really."
"Hey." Cara said but Dumbledore cut across him.
"I take it your part of the new rebellion then?" He asked slowly and Draco kind of shrugged.
"Look, I do what I'm told. I don't know what you, or they for that matter, are up to but hey, gives me something to do." He said as he looked down at his tied hands, examining his fingernails slightly.
"You never were very good at thinking for yourself Malfoy." Hermione said from her place beside her boyfriend as Draco smirked at her.
"True but then neither were you two. Always following Dumbledore's golden boy into perilous danger. And now look at him, he's a bleeding Poof."
Harry growled and made to move forward but both Cara and Remus placed an arm around his chest.
"That'll be enough Mr Malfoy. I guess we'll have to keep him here for a while or hand him over to the Aurors."
Malfoy blanched a little at the latter idea and shook his head.
"Er maybe you should keep me." He said quickly as Harry grinned wickedly.
"I think for once I agree. Besides, he's got me as the Captain of the team responsible for bringing him in here...he'll be taken in eventually anyway, might as well get what we can from him while he's here."
Malfoy raised a slightly worried eyebrow as he eyed Harry.
"Ah...yes well, yes Aunt Bella did leave out that particularly important piece about your career choice." He said as he watched the group around him.
"We can put him in the spare room for now whilst we eat dinne..."
"Hey don't I get any food?" Malfoy said suddenly and every one looked at him affronted.
"Er...NO Malfoy, I think not." Hermione said as she rolled her eyes but Dumbledore held up a hand.
"Actually I think he should, we're not torturers or Death Eaters. We may have him hostage but he still needs to eat."
"Ha." Malfoy said quietly in a smug voice but Harry slapped him upside the head again a little.
"Fine." They all sighed as they settled around the table, Harry and Cara sitting next to each over much to the Slytherins amusement.
"Huh, should've got a clue about your orientation when you proved to be a natural at riding a broomstick," He said in a light voice before craning his neck a little with a smile on his face to look over the stove, "So, what're we eating?"
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Thanks to:
Sykostalker27: Aye that he does, he's always suffered far too much. I'll try to lighten his life as much, as is possible for him.
Arigazi: Lol I used to know this Irish Wolfhound (Huge bugger) that had formed a 'pack' with a Yorkshire terrier, funny as hell. And my god, 4 Rottys? You must have a huge house lol. I think my favourite bit for writing is the power sharing thing because it's so...I don't know, real in the magickal sense. OK babbling now lol.
Elrohir Lover: No, no I know what he means. Wicca is life, it is fire, earth, air and water, it is friendship, love and healing but it is also the moon, the sun, natural and supernatural. It is that silence you hear when you walk in a meadow alone but you never truly felt the isolation...and this is where everyone is know going 'eh?' Lol. I should really find a way to put up my sketches of Cara and Harry how I envision him to look in this story (in his 20's) and aye you are lovely, always slipping in a review whether it's to review or have a chat, either way always makes me smile. And thank you for standing up for me, although I think I maybe shouldn't have lost my temper (cringes), that's my downfall everytime. It's why when everyone else reads book 5 and goes 'Why is Harry losing his temper like that?' that I shy away from the conversation because I read that part and think 'Yep, I would've done that too.' (Smiles blushingly).
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Chapter 20 – Unwanted Guests
Cara gripped Harry's hand a little tighter as they stood in the Ministry elevator. Today was October 15th, the day of his interview and he could feel the nervousness bubbling up in his stomach. Harry said he would accompany him to the door but he wasn't allowed to enter. A voice on the overhead broke through his thoughts.
'Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use off Magic Office, Auror Headquarters and Wizengamot Administration Services.'
"This is us, s'cuse." Harry said as he pulled Cara with him out of the crowded lift onto the floor way. They walked slowly towards the Auror Headquarters, Cara now gripping Harry's hand like it was a lifeline and eventually they stood outside the interview office. The animagi turned Cara to hold both his shoulders as he spoke to them.
"Right, I can't go any further. Remember what I told you?" He asked in a quiet, calming voice and the blonde nodded.
"Hand over my CV, answer all the questions as best I can and don't let them fluster me."
Harry smiled gently at him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Good luck then love, I'll be back at Grimmauld when you've finished. I've been given the day off, I've got something that needs doing for the Order." They shared one final hug and kiss before the dreaded moment arrived. Cara knocked on the door until he heard a call from the inside.
As he entered his heart leapt into his throat. There had to be at least 7 people in the room, all there to decide whether a werewolf was good enough to enter their ranks. Remembering Harry's words he smiled politely and moved towards the chair but he didn't sit down. He waited for the Commander to shake his hand then tell him to do so.
Commander Dagda stood with a kind grin on his face as he reached forward, shaking the blonde's hand firmly.
"Mr Faolan, I have been looking forward to this interview for a long time. I've heard many a great thing about you. Please, take a seat." He said in his strong voice that instantly warmed the younger man.
"You were lucky Mr Faolan, another minute and you would've been late, Tell me do you usually arrive just in the nick of time?" Cara looked over to his left where a squat toad-like woman was sat...this must be Umbridge.
"No ma'am, I've been waiting in the lobby for over an hour as Ministry officials ensured the safety of their employees."
The woman shut her mouth with a snap and the blonde had to fight a victorious smirk. He even caught the Commander fighting a smile.
Handing over his files Cara determinedly refused to let his hand shake. Dagda opened the file as he silently began to read the man's expertise and experiences.
"You've been awarded two merits here, that's very impressive," The Auror said as he raised his eyebrows a little impressed, "Straight O's from your school, passed all your exams in Hengehill with top marks, By Merlin is their anything you can't do?" The man chuckled and the werewolf laughed lightly with him.
"Well my cooking isn't all that brilliant." He said and this time Dagda and most of the group save two or three, laughed with him.
"You'd be very useful in our intelligence services." The commander muttered, more to himself then anyone else before he flicked the file shut, "This is better then most of the Auror's CV's we have had in the past, save your partner's of course."
Cara nodded as his heart felt a little lighter. It was enough for him that Commander Dagda wanted him on the team, no matter what anyone else said.
"Yes well that's all very good but now we have other matters to press onto to." Umbridge said sneeringly from her seat.
"Such as?" The Commander asked in an innocent voice.
"Well we have to take on board whether the other Auror's want to work beside a werewolf. It is hazardous to their health after all and at he'd have to take at least 3 days off a month."
"Please ma'am, but in all respects I'm only dangerous in my wolf form and even then I'm receiving the Wolfsbane potion to help me keep my more humane mind." The blonde said as he curled his hands into fists in his lap.
"Ah yes but Mr Faolan, not many woman want their husbands in such close proximity of Dark Creatures as it is, but to make then work alongside one..."
"Mr Faolan has a clean record. Never attacked another wizard, witch or even a muggle. And I'd prefer if you didn't refer to the gentleman as a 'Dark Creature' when he is in the room." Dagda said in a low, dangerous voice as he glared at the annoying witch.
"Clearly your partnership with Mr Potter had clouded your judgement Richard." Umbridge snapped back as she stood, her height not really improving much.
"Mr Potter's relationship with Mr Faolan has nothing to do with the fact that Cara here," He indicated towards the man with his hand, "has one of the best skills and abilities CV that I have seen in a long time."
"He is still a potential danger and this must be decided with the Minister in attendance." Dagda growled low in his throat at the woman's words and made to say something back but Cara stopped him.
"Commander Dagda I don't mind coming back for another interview with the Minister. I understand some people have medieval beliefs," Here he looked pointedly at the toad-like woman, "but I'm willing to go that extra mile to prove my commitment to the cause."
Umbridge's jaw dropped as she seethed with silent rage but Dagda was looking down at the man proudly.
"Very well Cara," He said kindly in his deep voice, "You will receive a letter in a few days regarding the position that the Ministry stands in and the date of your next interview."
Nodding the werewolf stood. He shook hands with all of the people present (except Umbridge) until finally he came to the Commander. He shook his hand and the man leant in to whisper in his ear.
"I'm going to root for you kiddo. You've got what it takes." Smiling they pulled back until giving a final bow Cara left the room.
~*~
Considering it was early October the weather was sweltering and so Cara pulled off his jumper and tied it round his waist as he made his way down the busy streets of London back to Grimmauld Place.
He would've apparated but he needed the walk to calm down a little. That cow calling him a dark creature right in front of everyone was insulting if not infuriating.
Sighing he shook his head slightly before suddenly his senses jumped to life...he was being followed. Keeping his head facing forward he sent out his wizarding senses to pick up on the magickal signature of his trailer.
It was a single person, male by the stream of testosterone weaved into the person's personal magick and they were young...he could easily take them down.
He turned into a gap between two houses where he flattened himself against the wall and into the shadows. He heard footsteps turn the corner, scanning slowly.
The person took another step forward and Cara sprung into action. Using his Lycan speed he twisted the person's arm behind their back and slammed them into the wall opposite, pressing their front against it tightly.
The follower coughed then gave a little sarcastic laugh.
"Guess you were more then we expected huh." The man chuckled before yelping again as Cara pushed his arm up higher.
"Who are you?" He asked harshly.
"Is this how you always greet people?" The man teased, groaning a little as the werewolf pushed him tighter against the wall.
"Answer the question!" Cara spat.
"Name's Draco, Draco Malfoy."
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Harry was sipping his tea when he heard a loud bang at the door. Mrs Black screamed into life as the animagi jumped up to run into the entrance.
He stopped shocked as he watched his lover drag in a blindfolded Draco Malfoy, the two bickering like an old marred couple.
"Couldn't loosen your grip could you, I might start to think you like me." The platinum blonde haired man said in a casual voice.
"Believe me, you're not my type. I tend to avoid those with a high possibility of impotence."
If the situation weren't so unusual Harry would've started laughing there and then.
"Cara?" The raven-haired man said as the blonde looked up, even Malfoy perking up a little at the voice.
"Head's up it's the Boy Wonder." He teased and Cara growled at him.
"What's going on dow...good grief!" Remus stopped on the stairway with Dumbledore just behind him.
"Cara what's going on?" Harry asked as he helped his lover drag the man into the kitchen.
"He was trailing me when I was walking back from my interview." The blonde said as Harry conjured ropes to bind Draco to the chair before whipping off his blindfold.
"Ah hello Potter, nice to see that Gryffindor hospitality is still present." Quirking an eyebrow Harry gave the ex-Slytherin a little slap to the back of the head.
"I wasn't sure what else to do with him." The werewolf explained as Draco raised his eyebrows in greeting at the Headmaster where he received a somewhat confused nod in return.
"Lovely place you've got here, nice and dank." The Slytherin commented as he looked around the room until Hermione and Ron came charging into the room.
"MALFOY?" Ron said loudly and Malfoy smirked.
"Ah yes, of course, how silly of me to not expect seeing the Golden Trio still together. Although with this one here," He jerked his head at Cara, "I guess the Slytherin bet that you lot were in a three way relationship has gone out the window."
"He's very annoying." Cara mused aloud as Draco smirked at him.
"Of course I am." He said simply as the animagi frowned at him again.
"Why were you following Cara?" He asked sharply as the white-blonde haired man wiggled to get more comfortable.
"Orders really. Dear old Aunt Bella seems to think he's important. Personally I see nothing special about him, kind of dull looking really."
"Hey." Cara said but Dumbledore cut across him.
"I take it your part of the new rebellion then?" He asked slowly and Draco kind of shrugged.
"Look, I do what I'm told. I don't know what you, or they for that matter, are up to but hey, gives me something to do." He said as he looked down at his tied hands, examining his fingernails slightly.
"You never were very good at thinking for yourself Malfoy." Hermione said from her place beside her boyfriend as Draco smirked at her.
"True but then neither were you two. Always following Dumbledore's golden boy into perilous danger. And now look at him, he's a bleeding Poof."
Harry growled and made to move forward but both Cara and Remus placed an arm around his chest.
"That'll be enough Mr Malfoy. I guess we'll have to keep him here for a while or hand him over to the Aurors."
Malfoy blanched a little at the latter idea and shook his head.
"Er maybe you should keep me." He said quickly as Harry grinned wickedly.
"I think for once I agree. Besides, he's got me as the Captain of the team responsible for bringing him in here...he'll be taken in eventually anyway, might as well get what we can from him while he's here."
Malfoy raised a slightly worried eyebrow as he eyed Harry.
"Ah...yes well, yes Aunt Bella did leave out that particularly important piece about your career choice." He said as he watched the group around him.
"We can put him in the spare room for now whilst we eat dinne..."
"Hey don't I get any food?" Malfoy said suddenly and every one looked at him affronted.
"Er...NO Malfoy, I think not." Hermione said as she rolled her eyes but Dumbledore held up a hand.
"Actually I think he should, we're not torturers or Death Eaters. We may have him hostage but he still needs to eat."
"Ha." Malfoy said quietly in a smug voice but Harry slapped him upside the head again a little.
"Fine." They all sighed as they settled around the table, Harry and Cara sitting next to each over much to the Slytherins amusement.
"Huh, should've got a clue about your orientation when you proved to be a natural at riding a broomstick," He said in a light voice before craning his neck a little with a smile on his face to look over the stove, "So, what're we eating?"
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