A House Homecoming for All

\"So, what\'s it like being a werewolf?\" Remus\' eyes shot wide as he carefully regarded Cait hoeing away in Hagrid\'s little patch of garden.

\"What do you want to know exactly?\" Cait grinned and stuck her task down with a complacent thud.

\"Well, Jess told me that girls a lot lot like werewolves in general, you know?\" Remus looked at her as though she were a giant cabbage and nodded slightly.

\"She said that because our cycles are insync with the moon and tides, we aren\'t so different. I know some girls who go completely nuts a week before their period!\" Cait laughed warmly only to recieve a strangled titter from across the way; she carried on oblivious to Remus\' discomfort.

\"I mean, once you think about it, it is pretty painful and there can be a lot of blood...\" Remus slammed his pair of clippers on the grass and crossed his arms defiantly, choosing not to say anything offensive to the descendant of his own house. Such obvious ennui wasn\'t easily desiphered from the blent whim of a teen, and Cait went on warbling for a few more minutes whilst Remus seethed until he could take no more.

Wrestling her to the ground in a surprising moment of self-restraint or lack thereof, Remus pressed his knee solidly into the apex between her thighs and bit her neck with all the fury a starved vampire would possess (since we\'re already in the dangerous magical creatures department). Gasping, Cait rolled them both over onto the stale grass they were trying to airate after a good fifty year hiatus, and panted into Remus\' collarbone.

\"How close is it until the full moon?\" Remus\' pupil\'s dilated and focused repeatedly and in rapid succession which was most unnerving seeing as the vibrant colour of them was enough to suspect violence at any given moment. Remus collapsed ontop of Cait\'s entire torso and breathed into her bosom resolutely.

\"Very soon.\"

Cait\'s smile took on a most preditory gleam which was unusual for anyone in close proximity to a werewolf, and ran her hand down the front of his robes to separate the debilitatingly ragged and course material into sections. Although the yard was only accountred wit hthe bare minimum of human comforts, Remus managed to find a patio table to launch themselves onto before engaging in sweltering snogs and gropes.

\"You\'re a real piece of work, you know that, Professor Lupin?\" Cait growled the last syllable to demonstrate her predelictation to employ her togue at all times. Remus shuddered to response, leant over and ripped off her upper coverings which consisted of a tiny muggle tank and bra.

\"I\'m a masterpiece,\" he murmured before tucking one pebbled nipple into his mouth and suckling feverishly. Cait writhed predictably under his minstrations before cocking her head to the side and batting his head away.

\"What\'s that?!\" Remus\' ears would\'ve logically picked up something prior to Cait\'s outburst but he listened carefully nontheless whilst Cait slyly drove her hand home, wrapping her tiny digits around his massive girth and wrenched the even more impressive length from his trousers. Remus\' breath sounded absolutely strangled as he struggled to regain his bearings and Cait squeezed curiously, a salacious leer compressing her features.

\"Fucking whore,\" he muttered as he thrust into her puslating palm, \"do you realant ant reworewolf to ravish you?\"

Cait\'s eyes went wide with glee of a challenge and smirked and obfuscating look of intimidation before pulling him closer ontop of her but not before she turned around to stick her behind flush with Remus\' urging member.

\"I think you know what I want,\" Cait breathed and repositioned herself so that her pussy arched into and ceepted the very tip of his member, spreading her folds upon wordless command and swaying back and forth between teasingly.

\"Mmm... you\'re very courageous to be taking on a teacher as well as a mobile killing unit unbound and horny" Re" Remus drawled as she breeched the slick barrier to frequented by Wood it almost seemed to tender even upon his assessment.

Cait whigned and pushed back insistently, impaling herself upon his cock effectively enough to attract a groan from her subserviant wolfie. Just then, Hagrid\'s footsteps were heard echoing through the narow scarp of hill before his hut and the couple sturggeld to remain both their couture and propriety.

\"Er, Miss Gryffindor, Dumbledore wants ter see ye\' in is\' office!\" he called, thankfully from across thw ay so that at least Cait could pull her skirt down and smooth her hair, mindlessly forgetting about her wand lying dormant under the heat of the midday sun. Remus, reverting back to his old patrician ways, nodded mutely and smiled affably whilst heading back to his own study for a good jack off on his nice comfy bed.

As Cait made her way across the pitch to the central building, she could only guess what would be next; with Andrew still abducted and most likely already dead, her prots dts didn\'t look too promising other than as the lastcendcendant standing.

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Dumbledore\'s chin looked even more distended upon second glance as Cait sat and waited, sipping her tea distractedly as Fawkes kept on gawking at her as though she were a Marsian.

For once, Dumbledore got straight to the chase; it was evident this epic struggle was beginning to take its intrinsic toll upon the man as it could only ever do just that seeing as he hadn\'t reallyn acn actively involved in any way form the very beginning of this story except to only serve as a cheap, grizzled scapegoat who couldn\'t defend himself if he tried.

\"My dear girl, Cait - we have recieved an urgent message from our two reliably absent serpents, Miss Slytherin and Professor Snape. They have identified a definate prophesy devised by Voldemort with a select race of hous elves as his surregate accomplices after his armistice with the giants failed. Apparently, Tiera has (what I wish to believe) unwittingly aided the Dark Lord in sustainging a method in which to carry most terrible deeds out.\"

Dumbledore took a moment to bestow Cait with one of the most poignant glares even Snape could ever muster and she silently nodded her consent for what was about to be asked of her.

\"As you are aware, you and Teira are on much better terms with each other than Miss Slytherin ever was. It is my solemn choice to appoint you to trace her whereabouts since both of our spies remainbe lbe located.\"

Cait\'s mouth dropped open and her knuckles clenched; however brave she has been continually professed to be from nearly every faculty member the past three weeks, she never felt. Odds weren\'t in her favour as Andrew\'s efforts had obviously been futile... sudenly, she had a horrible flash she was condemned to die. Whatever omniscent frisson had flooded over her, she didn\'t feel it to be a benevolent one and flinched at its passing. Dumbledore stared on silent and unwavering in his softly sober demeanor for once.

Quickly, she located and stared into Dumbledore\'s stagnant pensieve resting on his desk - she understood what it meant: Andrew was trying to break through to her. She leapt up and sought some means of communication amidst a cloud of worry and queries she simply didn\'t have enough to time to consider.

\"Professor, it\'s urgent! I need to use something... legimens, anything! Andrew\'s trying to break through my mind!\" Dumbledore hobbled up out of his plush recliner hesitantld red reached for one of his wacky, supposedly archaic \"muggle\" devices and handed it over to Cait.

She regarded it with a wary gaze before instinctively placing it next to her ear and signalling some sort of report with Andrew to magically be cast and renewed through the bizarre implement. All she could hear was the sound of her own tremulous breathing before a vacant echo resonated against what sounded to be a dank room, reverberating with the intensity of an enclosed .
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\"Andrew, Voldemort\'s using Tiera - you have to get her out!\" Andrew\'s groggy mumble was heard and faint lip smacking distracted Cait in her efforts to concentrate. Gripping the placid metallic spherical object, she bent forward and ushered to him again, this time with a response.

\"Uggh, God... Jess?\" Cait\'s face lit up briefly and she nearly shouted.

\"Andrew, get Tiera out whatever way you can - they won\'t kill you for some reason, but they will Tiera! She\'s only a tool, do you understand?!\" Andrew let out a another interrupted groan before whispering a \"yes\" whilst faint footfalls were heard in the background. Like a cell phone with extremely bad reception, Andrew narrated his barely cognizant stay in Voldemort\'s dungeons and told of Lucius\' absence.

Cait\'s eyes grew wide as she considered that perhaps he had taken this opportunity to track and reimberse his depleted status within Voldemort\'s close circle and kill Jessica. Banishing the thought for the moment, there was only one thing left to do and that was to go outside, beyond the gates and apparate with this obscenely glistering device, to Voldemort\'s lair - in the heart of the monster, as it were.