The Wolf Who Loved Me

Hello, All! And so I return to Remus for a short little fic that I actually began over a year ago, lost the muse for, then returned to later. Another, longer Remus is in the wings =)


So, as always this is AU/AR, cannon is, for the most part, out the window =) Don’t like it…well if you don’t like it why are you reading Remus/Hermione? =) So, sit back and enjoy, I hope you like this little tale…. (would like to make a note that this story involves the Rom, I am NOT Romany and all information used was found through various sources, the language used was a general mix of common Romany cultures, no offense was intended in their portrayal)




CHAPTER 1: The Mission


Remus Lupin strolled through the empty corridors of the Ministry of Magic’s 96th floor. Technically this floor did not exist, nor did the Department of Magical Espionage. He reached the end of the hall and offered up his personal password Lone Wolf . A hidden door slid open and he passed through into the lavish offices of the Department Chief and various agents.

Remus had been at a loss following the war. The Order of the Phoenix was no longer necessary as they began to rebuild magical society in a time of peace. He had held various positions; even teaching again for a brief stint but his affliction always seemed to jeopardize his stability. It had seemed too good to be true when he had first been approached by Chief McMillian about his potential to be useful to the ministry.

He had listened carefully as the Agent detailed the job, the training he would undergo and just what his role in the department would be. At the end of the meeting he had two choices, let his recollection of the meeting be obliviated or accept the position. He opted for the later and thus began his career as an intelligence agent for a secret branch of the Ministry of Magic’s Law Enforcement Division.

“Agent Lupin to see Chief McMillian.” Remus said to the grey haired woman sitting behind the receptionist’s desk. She gave him a bored look but Remus knew she was sizing him up; she was just as deadly as any agent in the department.

“Go right in, Agent Lupin.” She said, waving her wand and opening the door. Remus nodded politely and stepped into the director’s office.

Chief Emmett McMillion was a big man, a Scot with silver hair, a flat top haircut and a thick, bushy mustache. He had a ruddy complexion and nearly always had a cigar in his mouth. He was a rough man in every sense of the word but he was good at his job and seemed to have a knack for figuring out which agent was best suited for which assignment.

“You sent for me, Sir.” Remus addressed his superior from a standing position in front of the desk.

“Agent Lupin, have a seat.” Emmett said, watching the other man closely. Remus Lupin had come to them a rather wan, sickly man, tall and gangly, a bit depressed. Now it was like looking at a completely different man, his sickly pallor had been replaced with a healthy tan, his vacant and sad eyes now held purpose. The body that had once been far too thin to be healthy was fit, lean and had been trained to be used as a weapon. He was, in fact, one of the best agents to ever come through the department. “That was fine work you did in Transylvania.”

“Thank you, sir.” Remus had been on leave for a month since completing that assignment. It had taken him nearly a year to gather enough intel on the rogue werewolf infecting the people of a small town. It was sad that the perpetrator also happened to be the town’s patron, a wealthy aristocrat whose money kept the people alive.


“I need to know how strong your connections to the Beng Ruv tribe are.” Emmett believed in getting right to the point. “What do you know of them?”

“The Beng Ruv are a Romany tribe of werewolves, the name Beng Ruv roughly translates as Devil Wolf. They are nomadic; their current Ataman is Paine Greyback, brother to the death eater Fenrir. To the best of my knowledge they are currently camped in a forested area around the Cumbrian Mountains near a fresh water lake.” Remus crossed his legs and continued. “They are a small pack of about 20 males and only 9 females. There were only 12 children when last I was among them. They have been suspected of launching several acts of magical terrorism in the last several years but so far no one has been able to link them directly to the incidents.”


“Three days ago a demonstration for werewolf rights was held in the Ministry courtyard. It was a peaceful demonstration, organized and they had a permit as did their opposition. It didn’t take long for things to turn ugly however and a blanket Cruciatus curse was cast over the anti-rights protestors, four of them died and several others nearly succumbed and are currently in St. Mungos.” Emmett pushed a bright blue file labeled CLASSIFIED across the desk. Remus filed through it, skimming over the documents and photographs.


“Sounds like the work of Gilford, Paine’s eldest son.” Remus said, reading over the auror’s report. “He is young, arrogant and hot headed; he is being groomed to become Alpha of the pack, the next Ataman. He is dangerous.”


“We can not let that happen, Agent Lupin. Can you gain access to the tribe?” Emmett asked.


“I was on friendly terms with Paine Greyback during the war; he did not support his brother in his service to Voldemort. He extended me an invitation to visit at any time. I could send word that I would like to get away for a bit and ask if I could seek hospitality among his clan for a time.” Remus said, already making plans. “His recollections of me would be of a rather passive, reclusive man so he would see me as no threat to his status as Alpha and no competition for the clan’s females.”


“Very good. Your mission is to infiltrate the Beng Ruv clan and gather intelligence on the potential terrorist actions of their leader and his people. You are authorized to take whatever action necessary to neutralize this threat once you have confirmation of their activities.” Emmett sat back in his chair and reached for his cigar which was still burning in the ashtray on the corner of his desk. “You are dismissed, Agent Lupin.”


“Thank you, sir.” Remus said as he rose from his chair and exited the office with the file under his arm. He nodded at the receptionist and made his way back into the corridor of the 96th floor heading towards the lift. Once inside he quickly cast glamour over the file so that anyone who opened it saw several copies of his resume and various advertisements for employment.

No one knew about his work, not even his friends. His residence was listed as 12 Grimmuald Place where he lived with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Harry was quickly making his way up the auror ranks in the academy while Hermione worked from home transcribing documents for the Ministry and caring for the two of them like an old mother hen. She was not going to be happy when she learned that he was going away again.

She was too perceptive for her own good and she worried about him excessively. He tried to remain in contact with her as much as possible when he was on mission; she believed him to be traveling around doing odd jobs for various people and businesses and lucky for him the ministry covered his ass on that score by providing him with the proper credentials and wage slips.

He was sad to be going out again so soon and he worried about leaving Hermione alone in the house. Harry worked nights and often slept in his office or over at his girlfriend’s flat near the ministry leaving her alone with no one but the surly Kreacher for company, and he hated her. Remus also knew he would miss her companionship, the late night conversations and friendly debates that always seemed to get out of hand. He smiled when he recalled the evening before when she actually whacked him on the top of the head with her wand when he called one of her arguments immature and lacking in conviction.

No, he didn’t want to leave her but duty called. If only he were a younger man, a less haunted man, a man who did not bear the scars of a curse that was forced on him as a child. She would make some man an amazing wife, a partner he could be proud of, a fantastic mother to his children. If only.

He exited the lift into the main hall where he was able to use one of the many fireplaces to floo home. As soon as he stepped from the hearth he was greeted with the delightful scents of a home cooked meal. He had never eaten so well in his life as he did when he was home. He followed the mouthwatering aromas through the house to the kitchen, as he neared he could hear her singing softly, a love song he vaguely recognized.

He leaned in the kitchen doorway and watched her as she sliced and plated a small ham, then began to put the side dishes into serving bowls and carried them to the table. She really was a lovely young woman with her chestnut curls and bright, tawny eyes. Petite and curvy, she was dwarfed by him; he towered over her by at least a foot. But when she embraced him with one of her friendly hugs, so happy to see him, she fit him perfectly.


She saw him when she turned to head back to the counter, jumping at first, and then smiling.


“How did your interview go?” She asked, grabbing the platter of meat from the counter and setting it on the table.


“It went well. I got the job.” He said, the familiar lie sliding easily from his tongue. He saw her face instantly fall, sadness shadowing her eyes.


“You are leaving again aren’t you, Remus?” She asked softly, sitting down at the table.


“I have to go where there is work for me.” He said. “It isn’t as though I want to go.” He pulled out the chair at the head of the table where he always sat and seated himself.


“When do you leave?” She asked quietly, laying her napkin gently in her lap.


“Tomorrow morning.” He said, watching her. She began to serve the meal, serving him first as she always did, then herself. She remained silent through out, speaking only in response to something he said.

She wasn’t sure why, but lately it had felt as though something wasn’t quite right with Remus. He changed dramatically in the previous years. He went from a sickly, shy man to a fit and far more confident one in less than a year. At first she made the excuse that it was just because the war was over and it meant a new life and change for everyone. But as time went on she became more and more suspicious that he was hiding something.

They finished the meal in silence and Remus sat at the table watching her as she cleaned up. He had long since given up trying to help her, she would just run him off and say he was in her way and doing more harm than good. He could tell she was upset because he was leaving, she always was. She would worry about him, already he knew that he would wake up in the morning to find a hearty breakfast, a packed lunch and a stack of parchment and quills so that he could write to her while he was gone.

He was a lucky man to have a friend like her to care for him; goodness knows that after Sirius died he had no one left to give a damn. Then she and Harry stepped in and gave him a home, a family. He was definitely a man blessed in many ways.

“Please don’t be upset, Hermione.” He said softly as she wiped the table.


“I’m not upset with you, Remus. I am upset with the situation, with a society that is so bigoted it forces a man from his home, from the people who care about him in order to make a living.” She said, rinsing her cloth and folding it over the spigot. “I don’t want you to go.” She said, leaning against the counter.

“You never do.” He smiled.


“How long?” She asked.


“Until the job is complete or they figure out my situation and sack me.” He said.


“What is it this time?”


“Research.” He tried to keep his lies within the same few job options, things he was qualified to do and would justify his income as well as how he had enough to hold him during his off periods.


“Well, congratulations, Remus.” She pushed away from the counter and walked to the doorway, looking back over her shoulder. “Are you coming? Tonight is the last episode.” She was referring to their favorite program on the telly, a documentary series on British history.

“Do you want hot chocolate?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“I’ll meet you in the living room.” She said with a smile, disappearing down the hall. Remus exhaled slowly, it was getting more and more difficult to keep it quiet. He wanted to tell her the truth, he hated lying to her, but protecting her was more important. What she did not know could not hurt her.

Throwing his concerns off he pulled a pot from the cupboard and set out to make them their usual after dinner drink, hot chocolate sprinkled with cinnamon. He wanted to enjoy it, who knew how long he would be staying with the Beng Ruv.