Night hunts: Series 2
103: Seeing
Lucien certainly had not expected that this pale, studious looking man to be the brains behind the outfit that had been relentlessly pursuing dark wizards in the past decade, but the eyes could not lie. Remus Lupin had the most piercing gaze he had ever chanced upon - eyes that seemed to see everything and forget nothing. Eyes that spoke of haunting memories -
- and eyes that reminded Lucien that he would be working with a werewolf.
“Welcome, Lucien,” Remus said, quietly assessing the lad before him. “I am your captain and it shall be my job to keep you alive.”
489. wolf
Remus Lupin did not make snap decisions - he would have calculated and accounted for every single move before he even deigned to act. He explored every angle, checked out every possible nook and cranny and ensured that every precaution had been taken before allowing a mission to proceed.
He worked alone, putting himself at the forefront of danger just so his team could stay safely behind. Only when his partner and lover was involved did he make an exception.
No one told Sirius to stay in safe houses.
Remus hid it, but he was still a wolf through and through.
202. bringer of war
The air was singed with tension, and tempers were frayed. The waiting was always the most difficult part - but the rewards this time could be well worth it.
“Stop pacing, will you?” Moody growled at Sirius, who ignored him.
A minor tiff was only averted by Remus’ soft comment from his usual perch by the window. “He’s back.”
The whole team looked expectantly on the raven that flew in through the window Remus held open.
As Caleb resumed his form, he looked at Sirius and then at Remus, before answering the silent question with some regret, “Pettigrew took the bait.”
456. intuition
“Something is not right,” Sirius frowned as he came up to Remus.
Mad-eye Moody growled at him, “What could be wrong? We waited months just for this moment. Every single freaking detail has been looked at twice.”
Sirius disregarded Moody and looked at his partner, who was contemplating him silently, “Remus, something is not right.”
“What is it?!” Caleb asked. Moody was not the only impatient one.
“I don’t know.”
“Then how’d you know if something is wrong?!” Moody bellowed.
Remus folded the map and responded, “Back to the drawing board.”
Before anyone protested, he added, “I never question intuition.”
22. deceit
“Here, this should keep you alive for a while more,” Sirius said, handing three bars of chocolate to Remus, who took them gratefully.
He hated travelling and he hated travelling more barely a day after full moon.
“All set?” Sirius asked. There was no room for failure in this mission. James and Lily were counting on them.
Remus looked at himself in the mirror and remarked wryly, “All he’ll see is a scruffy, old teacher.”
“Never knowing that his own guardian angel is right by his side,” Sirius replied with some bitterness.
“Do your job, godfather. I will do mine.”
113. trust
Anyone else would probably be scared out of his wits by now, Sirius thought and rolled his eyes. The tunnel was pitch black, and his wand was broken. He could die a slow agonizing death, though he could not decide if starvation or boredom would get to him first.
Sighing, he settled down for the long wait.
Why worry, he mused, Remus’ plans always work.
Soft footsteps pulled him from his thoughts abruptly, and instinctively taking his dog form, he poised himself for possible attack.
“Padfoot?”
Sirius grinned at the whisper. There, he just knew, Remus would come for him.
125. blond
Remus blinked. Nope, his vision was obviously still faulty, so he blinked again.
It might not be his vision after all.
Sirius was still blond.
Or at least he thought that was Sirius.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Sirius cursed. “I needed to stay out of Azkaban.”
So it was Sirius.
“You know, transfiguration potion will probably be more effective,” Remus mused. He could already bet that this was Dumbledore’s little revenge plot - ten years after Sirius dyed Fawkes’ feathers.
“And drink the disgusting juice all day?!” Sirius fumed. “I can live with my being blond.”
“But I can’t.”
401. fox
“You would be a fox if you ever decide to become an Animagus,” Remus grumbled. It was a position he was well accustomed to: uncomfortably boxed into a corner with only one obvious choice to take. “Wily, old thing.”
Professor Dumbledore drew another breath on his pipe, his eyes twinkling yet again with amusement. He loved his psychological games and all the more so with a brain as sharp as Remus Lupin’s.
Besides necessity dictates that he does exactly what I want.
“Fine, Harry stays with that nonsensical bunch of fools,” Remus conceded. “But you tell his parents and Sirius.”
190. ghost
“Honestly, Lupin, you two really shouldn’t do it in the tower,” Sir Nick mused as he watched Remus hastily put on his clothes. “Someone might walk in.”
Remus stifled a grown - he was not about to give Sir Nick the pleasure - and envied Sirius for his clean escape. Turning to look disparagingly at the ghost who had seen the worst the Marauders had wrought on his Tower in their heyday, he complained, “That’s what the Repel charm was for.”
“Doesn’t work on a ghost. Though I must say, the sounds you were making did wake up the dead.”
“Sir Nick!”
228: Cheese
“I hate rations,” Sirius growled as he soaked the stale bread in the brook. “If I am to have one more slice of that awful cheese, I will quit this job and retire somewhere to make broomsticks.”
Remus looked at Sirius with mild amusement. He did not have to heart to tell Sirius that the only thing left in their ration packs was more cheese - albeit different cheeses, but still cheese. Biting happily into a slice of cheddar, he shrugged, “At least cheese age well.”
Sirius’ voice was dripping with sarcasm when he said, “What kind of wolf are you?!”
Lucien certainly had not expected that this pale, studious looking man to be the brains behind the outfit that had been relentlessly pursuing dark wizards in the past decade, but the eyes could not lie. Remus Lupin had the most piercing gaze he had ever chanced upon - eyes that seemed to see everything and forget nothing. Eyes that spoke of haunting memories -
- and eyes that reminded Lucien that he would be working with a werewolf.
“Welcome, Lucien,” Remus said, quietly assessing the lad before him. “I am your captain and it shall be my job to keep you alive.”
489. wolf
Remus Lupin did not make snap decisions - he would have calculated and accounted for every single move before he even deigned to act. He explored every angle, checked out every possible nook and cranny and ensured that every precaution had been taken before allowing a mission to proceed.
He worked alone, putting himself at the forefront of danger just so his team could stay safely behind. Only when his partner and lover was involved did he make an exception.
No one told Sirius to stay in safe houses.
Remus hid it, but he was still a wolf through and through.
202. bringer of war
The air was singed with tension, and tempers were frayed. The waiting was always the most difficult part - but the rewards this time could be well worth it.
“Stop pacing, will you?” Moody growled at Sirius, who ignored him.
A minor tiff was only averted by Remus’ soft comment from his usual perch by the window. “He’s back.”
The whole team looked expectantly on the raven that flew in through the window Remus held open.
As Caleb resumed his form, he looked at Sirius and then at Remus, before answering the silent question with some regret, “Pettigrew took the bait.”
456. intuition
“Something is not right,” Sirius frowned as he came up to Remus.
Mad-eye Moody growled at him, “What could be wrong? We waited months just for this moment. Every single freaking detail has been looked at twice.”
Sirius disregarded Moody and looked at his partner, who was contemplating him silently, “Remus, something is not right.”
“What is it?!” Caleb asked. Moody was not the only impatient one.
“I don’t know.”
“Then how’d you know if something is wrong?!” Moody bellowed.
Remus folded the map and responded, “Back to the drawing board.”
Before anyone protested, he added, “I never question intuition.”
22. deceit
“Here, this should keep you alive for a while more,” Sirius said, handing three bars of chocolate to Remus, who took them gratefully.
He hated travelling and he hated travelling more barely a day after full moon.
“All set?” Sirius asked. There was no room for failure in this mission. James and Lily were counting on them.
Remus looked at himself in the mirror and remarked wryly, “All he’ll see is a scruffy, old teacher.”
“Never knowing that his own guardian angel is right by his side,” Sirius replied with some bitterness.
“Do your job, godfather. I will do mine.”
113. trust
Anyone else would probably be scared out of his wits by now, Sirius thought and rolled his eyes. The tunnel was pitch black, and his wand was broken. He could die a slow agonizing death, though he could not decide if starvation or boredom would get to him first.
Sighing, he settled down for the long wait.
Why worry, he mused, Remus’ plans always work.
Soft footsteps pulled him from his thoughts abruptly, and instinctively taking his dog form, he poised himself for possible attack.
“Padfoot?”
Sirius grinned at the whisper. There, he just knew, Remus would come for him.
125. blond
Remus blinked. Nope, his vision was obviously still faulty, so he blinked again.
It might not be his vision after all.
Sirius was still blond.
Or at least he thought that was Sirius.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Sirius cursed. “I needed to stay out of Azkaban.”
So it was Sirius.
“You know, transfiguration potion will probably be more effective,” Remus mused. He could already bet that this was Dumbledore’s little revenge plot - ten years after Sirius dyed Fawkes’ feathers.
“And drink the disgusting juice all day?!” Sirius fumed. “I can live with my being blond.”
“But I can’t.”
401. fox
“You would be a fox if you ever decide to become an Animagus,” Remus grumbled. It was a position he was well accustomed to: uncomfortably boxed into a corner with only one obvious choice to take. “Wily, old thing.”
Professor Dumbledore drew another breath on his pipe, his eyes twinkling yet again with amusement. He loved his psychological games and all the more so with a brain as sharp as Remus Lupin’s.
Besides necessity dictates that he does exactly what I want.
“Fine, Harry stays with that nonsensical bunch of fools,” Remus conceded. “But you tell his parents and Sirius.”
190. ghost
“Honestly, Lupin, you two really shouldn’t do it in the tower,” Sir Nick mused as he watched Remus hastily put on his clothes. “Someone might walk in.”
Remus stifled a grown - he was not about to give Sir Nick the pleasure - and envied Sirius for his clean escape. Turning to look disparagingly at the ghost who had seen the worst the Marauders had wrought on his Tower in their heyday, he complained, “That’s what the Repel charm was for.”
“Doesn’t work on a ghost. Though I must say, the sounds you were making did wake up the dead.”
“Sir Nick!”
228: Cheese
“I hate rations,” Sirius growled as he soaked the stale bread in the brook. “If I am to have one more slice of that awful cheese, I will quit this job and retire somewhere to make broomsticks.”
Remus looked at Sirius with mild amusement. He did not have to heart to tell Sirius that the only thing left in their ration packs was more cheese - albeit different cheeses, but still cheese. Biting happily into a slice of cheddar, he shrugged, “At least cheese age well.”
Sirius’ voice was dripping with sarcasm when he said, “What kind of wolf are you?!”