Hungry Like The Wolf

Disclaimer: These do not belong to me. I am sure Jo wouldn't mind though!

cateye: Yes, well ever since the PoA film had Hermione doing a convincing Werewolf impression to distract Lupin.Wolf, and then book 6 bought in Fenrir Greyback, I kind of put two and two together... hopefully it doesn't make five! As for your trust in my abilities to make Fenrir sexy, WOW, I'm blushing.

Lisa: It would be pretty awesome to hold that sort of power over ANY of the men, my personal favourite would be Snape.. ah well! Anyhow, I am still stuck on Narcissa - DON'T WORRY, I haven't forgotten it. It's just that I have SOOO many ideas at the moment, that one has kind of taken a backseat... it will be resumed.

cateye (again): I tend to write the bad guys with a bit of a light side, and the good guys with a bit of a dark side, as far as I'm concerned we all have a good and bad side.

Ali: Thanks, I like the odd pairings. My favourite LEAST popular pairing is Charlie Weasley and Luna Lovegood. I like that ship for some reason.

Dee Dee: Well, thats what happens when you have an imagination that works on OVERDRIVE... my mind tends to wander a lot. I also LOVE Hermione, (although you wouldn't think it with what I make her do half the time!) I want her fixed up with a Death Eater!

angel: Thank you kindly, and here's an update.

The Unexpected Guest

The wind shuddered against the cottage and Dora shivered. Remus was out doing some secret work for the Order and she had yet another hard day at work and felt exhausted. She put her wand to the fireplace and it immediately came up ablaze. She sat down by the fire with a cup of tea leafing through a Wyrd Sisters lyrics book and started singing along to some of them, her dream was to actually start a band like them but that went by the board – her mother encouraged her to put herself forward for a position in the Ministry of Magic. At first Dora thought about becoming someone’s secretary but realised she could not organise a booze up in a brewery. She took another sip of tea as she turned over to one of her favourite songs.

She tapped the page with her wand and immediately the tune sang out and she laid it on the table and started prancing around the cottage; grateful that she was in the middle of nowhere and therefore had no neighbours to worry about. It was a suggestion of Molly Weasley. Molly was like a mother to her since her own was no longer here. She smiled and breathed heavily from her exhaustive dance as she tapped the page again and the music stopped and walked into the kitchen. She opened the cupboards.

“Rice I think,” she said. “With sweet and sour chicken. Something quick and easy! Remus likes it as much as I do!”

She brought out a packet of basmati rice and weighed out a mug full of rice. It’ll be easy to warm up for a lunch if there was to be too much for the two of them. She brought out some chicken breasts and cut them up in bite size pieces. She brought the rice to the boil and tasted some and decided a few more minutes. She knew she wasn’t good at cooking; she rolled her eyes and sighed. If she hadn’t heard it once she had heard it a thousand times from her exasperated mother.

“You’re just like your father do you know that?” Her mothers voice rang in her head.

She remembered looking at her father who always winked at her rather boyishly.

“Nothing wrong with that, Andi, after all you married me; there must have been something about me you love?”

Dora sighed. Her heart ached as she remembered the happy times she had with them. As she drifted off the rice had over boiled and it tasted overcooked. Water spilled all over the cooker and she started to panic. She did not know when Remus would be home. Then another voice popped into her head.

“WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO STOP DAYDREAMING MISS TONKS? 10 POINTS FROM RAVENCLAW!”

It was the voice of that – that – bastard Snape! How HE could have still frightened the knickers off her was beyond her… she had even worked alongside him a few times. And as a man he was actually easy to get along with – provided he did not speak! And he did not speak very often.

She poured the rice into a sieve and let it drain through, as she fried the chicken, and then she poured the sweet and sour sauce into the pan, and then, when it was cooked she looked at her watch. She was just about to settle down and eat her dinner when there was an insistent someone at the door. It wasn’t Remus as he just walked in. This was someone else – and when it was someone else it wasn’t a good idea to open the door. She placed her tray on the table and walked out of the sitting room and went to her front door.

“Who – who is it?” She asked her voice slightly shrill from her fright. The thunderstorm outside didn’t help matters very much. No one answered. She picked up her wand and opened the door and then quickly hid herself against the wall. The stranger opened the door and she zapped him with a stunning spell, at the same time sheet lightning exploded out of the sky.

She stepped out of her hiding place to look at the intruder. She gasped as she turned him around. It was Fenrir Greyback! She had a few things she would have LOVED to do to him, but she knew she couldn’t. She had to walk very carefully around him wandering what to do. She knew she had to eat her dinner. She smiled with all the endless possibilities however fruitless they would turn out to be – all the injurious and cruel little things she could do.

She was carefully putting the finer points to one particularly cruel plan as she put a bit of chicken into her mouth when the prat moved. She put the tray down again and was just about to place another stunning spell on him but she was too late, Greyback had awoken from the spell.

“Is that the best you can do my little Auror?” He leered at her. He got up and walked over to her and picked up the remains of her dinner. “Got anymore of this?”

“Its for -!” Tonks started but stopped.

“Yeah?” Fenrir asked evilly. “Oh don’t do that heartface you should never stop in the middle of a sentence. It infuriates me when nobody finishes their sentences. And do you REALLY want to infuriate me?” He leered at her again.

“For someone else,” she finished lamely.

Fenrir sniffed the cottage, and grinned an ugly, brutish wolfish grin.

“You mean for my little cub Lupin, don’t you?” He asked.

“Leave him alone!” Tonks exclaimed dangerously. “I am a Ministry Auror you know!”

“As if I am afraid of you sweetheart,” he said malevolently. “I am not afraid of anyone!”

“Oh yeah?” Tonks said, as she zapped him again with a much more powerful stunning spell but he smelt the magic and ducked it.

“Ooh this is going to be fun. Shall we continue this childish game of ring-a-round or shall we behave like responsible civilised adults and act like you’ve invited me to tea?”

Tonks narrowed her eyes and kept her wand pointing at him. She gave a weak smile and then walked back into the kitchen. She served her boyfriend’s portion of the meal on a plate and gave it to Fenrir.

“I am not sure that you know what the word civilised means Greyback!” She exclaimed coldly, handing him the tray of food with a spoon and fork.

Fenrir threw away the cutlery and slurped the meal with his tongue. Dora had to turn away with disgust.

“What’s the matter, Heartface, have I offended your sense of delicacy?” He licked the plate clean and threw it at the wall. “At least you don’t have to wash up!”

“What are you doing here?” She asked in an exasperated tone.

“I’m here to ask my errant cub why he hasn’t attended any pack meetings for a while. But I can see why!” He walked over to Dora and put a greasy hand on her chin. “He’s probably had some very interesting distractions!”

Dora moved her chin out of his grasp.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Fenrir laughed but it sounded more like a growl.

“Oh come on, little Miss Changeatwill, you know exactly what I’m talking about!”

“Do I? I am not entirely sure what you’re talking about!”

Fenrir laughed again, but this time it was a snarling sound and Dora began feeling for her wand. Fenrir had been getting closer to her.

“Oh, come on, don’t play innocent with me. You are his distraction!”

“If he has not been to any pack meetings then it is nothing to do with me. Perhaps, it’s the company he objects to.”

Fenrir’s eyes narrowed in angry hard slits.

“You don’t know what you are talking about, Miss Heartface. I can tell you though that if he objects to the company it’s because of those brats Potter and Black that have turned him aside from his true path. I bit him because I saw potential in him. And for some odd strange reason I want him to fulfil his destiny. I’d welcome him with open arms if he wasn’t so stubborn!”

Dora gulped and then looked down on the floor. Fenrir’s stale breath was now on her skin, and she shifted from one foot to the other. She tried to edge away from this despicable animal, but he noticed and put a heavy hand on her shoulder forcing her to stay.

“You stay away from him!” She murmured softly. She was wincing from his claw like grip.

“Nothing’s said about staying away from you!” He leered.

She was about to wriggle out of his grip, but Fenrir had stayed her by putting his other hand on her other shoulder. She was effectively pinned to the floor.

“And me!” She added.

“You know darling,” he growled. “I am not JUST a Werewolf, I am also an Animagus as I can change into a wolf any time I want and don’t have to stick to some poxy rule about the moon cycle. We can both change at will. Think about what WE’D be like as a couple?”

He pushed her down on the floor with his hard grip. She was forced on her knees.

“Get off me!” She exclaimed.

“Why?” He asked. He stepped around her making sure his hands were still on her so that she could not move out of his grip.

He pushed her on the floor and saddled her behind. Dora closed her eyes and shivered with disgust. But then she thought of her pre Hogwarts Martial Arts training. She kicked Fenrir’s feet from under him and he rolled down on the floor. Seizing her advantage she stepped onto his chest. His head was knocked on the edge of the fireplace and blood was pouring out from the back of his neck. She bent down and checked his pulse. He was still alive – worse luck!

She immediately turned to the fireplace and then chucked him into it. She chucked in some Floo Powder and then quickly stepped in the fireplace.

“Rufus Scrimgeour – Ministry of Magic!”

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Rufus Scrimgeour had just filed away a scroll of official parchment and was ready to go home when his fireplace crackled and out stepped one of his least favourite employees. Least favourite because like that Potter kid she didn’t help him in his enquiries or remove her allegiance to Dumbledore and although helped the Ministry – he knew she did not do it out of any loyalty to the Ministry. However, he was the Minister and these days needed the help of anyone who’d volunteer.

“Why, Miss Dora Tonks, what an unexpected surprise!”

“I could say the same for the both of us Minister,” she said.

“And what brings you here so soon after working hours? Such dedication, Miss Tonks!”

The sarcasm was not lost on Dora and at another time would have replied just as bitingly. But she ignored him because she had more important matters to attend to.

“This is what brings me here, Minister!”

She chucked the still unconscious Werewolf and he skidded across the floor and landed at the Ministers feet. Rufus raised an eyebrow and bent down to examine him. He checked the pulse.

“Still alive thankfully,” he muttered. “Good girl!”

Dora was seething! All right so she still looked fifteen despite being almost twenty- four but she wished her work colleagues treated her with respect… strangely enough Snape DIDN’T treat her like a child except of course to tease her about her crush… she still wondered how he knew that! She didn’t like his intimate use of her first name that time. Why did he do that? She shook her head – enough of Snape already – she HATED the greaseball. Like most of the Wizarding World she wanted the particular honour of being the one to find him and slit his throat.

“So, can I go now?” She asked.

“Oh yes, yes of course you may. I was just going to dismiss you anyway!”

Dora sighed and then went back to her cottage using the Ministers floo powder. Once she was gone Rufus kicked Fenrir back into semi consciousness and picked him up, blood was dripping down onto his collar.

“Wassup?” He asked drowsily.

“I have a few things to say to you!” Rufus growled.

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Dora had stepped back into her home and looked at the mess surrounding it. She wished she were as good at domesticity as her mother had been. She smirked a little, though. Remus was excellently housetrained. She tried to tidy it up a bit, make it look like nothing untoward had happened. She then sat down and was about to pick up a muggle thriller when Remus strolled into the door.

“What happened here?” He asked surveying the scene with a careful eye. She should have known better NOTHING escaped him.

“Fenrir bloody Greyback that’s what!” She snapped. “He came here looking for you apparently to tell you off about some Pack Meets you’re supposed to attend. And he stole your dinner and he tried to take me as well!” She rushed out.

“GREYBACK?” He roared, glaring at his girlfriend. “That’s it, Dora, you are coming with me to EVERY meeting that the Order has whether you like it or not!”

“It was nothing, Ream, I dealt with it as soon as I could. He’s at the Minister for Magic’s office right this moment.”

“I don’t trust Scrimgeour any more than I trusted Fudge! Both still listen to that insipid Umbridge!”

“Yes well I sorted it out,” she said putting a hand to her throbbing forehead.

“And don’t worry about dinner I had something out,” he said sitting down.

“Is my cooking really that bad?” She asked worried.

Remus laughed.

“No, dear, it’s got nothing to do with your cooking I was just hungry and bought some chips in a muggle fish and chip shop.”

“I am a half-blood; I do know what you mean by a fish and chip shop. I even know the slang word for it is chippy. So, nice were they?”

“Not bad,” he said. He crossed his legs and picked up the Evening Prophet and looked at the front page. Snape’s picture was still stuck there as the Most Wanted. “You know part of me can’t believe Snape killed Dumbledore out of true hatred and spite. He seemed to really respect and admire Dumbledore.”

“John Lennon was killed by a number one fan you know; that means nothing!” Dora said.

“Who’s John Lennon?” Remus asked.

“He belonged to a band called The Beatles,” she answered. “They were around in the sixties. John, Paul, George and Ringo!”

“Oh yes, Lily liked them,” Remus said. He looked down at the picture of Snape. “It might sound strange but I miss him coming to the Order meetings, at times he did actually come out with some funny remarks that even Sirius had to stop himself from finding funny. When he was relaxed he was actually all right.”

Dora nodded.

“I don’t miss him but then you DID go to school with him, so I guess part of you feels like you’ve lost a – a – well I can’t think of the appropriate relationship.”

“I feel like I lost a friend,” Remus said sighing. “I was actually beginning to like him before he killed Dumbledore.”

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Miles away in some cave a man laid bunched up in the corner by the slight flicker of a small blaze he was shivering. Why did he do it? Why did he listen to THEM? He turned over and sneezed, he was getting the first symptoms of pneumonia – if he didn’t seek help soon he’d die! And then what would happen? Who could help the boy then? He had to kill him. It was laid out clear as an iced over lake… he had to kill his beloved friend and mentor, there was no hope of his survival after drinking THAT awful potion.

But would anyone believe him? He gathered up his robes and began to cry. He had failed! Severus, you idiot you should have made more effort to have gotten friendly with at least one other person than Dumbledore, but the only person he could have gotten close to probably would not even consider it. He scowled. Lupin! Remus Lupin would listen to him, surely?

A/N There, this might seem a Remus/Tonks story at the moment, but it will have Fenrir. Just have to develop the plot to get there! So what do you think?