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rogerdavies (rogerdavies) wrote,
@ 2009-05-16 14:04:00

Current mood:

contemplative

GHAW - background, notes, etc.
GayHeadAurorWerewolf!Roger GHAW
The fic ain't gonna get written in this universe, so I'll post my scraps and maybe Adrian will come out to play!

Inspired by Snapelike's "Diary of a DeathEater Whore

Severus Snape returns to a post-war wizarding world without the Dark Lord. No matter the Dark Lord died, his followers still won the battle and the power to rule. In this new world, former Order members are forced to get by as best they can - those who haven't escaped - even if the occupation is not to their liking. Some have even become quite successful and sought after - like Remus Lupin and Oliver Wood. The question is: will this new world order make it impossible for love to develop and grow between two such different wizards as a Death Eater and a paid man, a werewolf whore?

Wherein we see Adrian Pucey as a sometime Ministry employee and patron of that fabulous Werewolf Whore, and Roger Davies as Head Auror.

Senior Auror and Squad Leader Davies is called to Hogwarts

Roger's eyes opened wide in surprise. He blinked stupidly at the flashing gold letters edged in purple. It was a CTAA - Call to All Aurors, a message to all active Aurors regarding a situation in progress. "Hex melee at Hogwarts" was all it said.

Half past ten in the morning. Roger had been asleep not quite two hours. His brain was muzzy and there wasn't even time for coffee. He dressed with a spell and apparated to Hogsmeade, then trotted to the castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Once inside he joined three other Aurors with the Fat Friar and made a sweep of the first dungeon level, stupifying any students still actively fighting, and sending up markers that indicated students needing medical attnetion on a hastily conjured medimap back in the command station at the entrance hall. At the end of the dungeon's hallway, Roger wasn't at all surprised to find his own brother, Richard, chatting quitely with a few other 7th Years. The teacher was assumedly gone dealing with the havoc and the other students gone to join in on the riot.

"Pritchard. With me," Roger snapped at one of the accompanying Aurors. He stalked over to his brother and growled, "One chance, Richard. What did you do?"

The 4 other boys went stiff and threw wide-eyed glances at each other but Richard smirked and drawled, "Not a thing, dear brother." He shrugged innocently, completely unperturbed by the continuing explosions and screams echoing throughout the halls. "It was like some great cloud of insanity descended over Hogwarts."

"Petrificustotalegilimens," Roger growled pointing his index finger into his brother's eye. He'd perfected the Healer's technique of 'sticking' his wand to the inner wrist and using his fingers to point its magic. It came in useful when controlling multiple spells with the fingers, or in the present case, when pinpoint accuracy was required with a powerful combination of spells striking one's foe directly in the eyeball.

Auror Pritchard had his wand trained on the others as Roger easily pierced his brother's mental barriers. He perceived Richard's shock. The boy really was stupid and had never believed the countless times Roger warned him that being the brother of an Auror was no protection, was in fact a guarantee that any criminal activity would be exposed and punished. Typical Ravenclaw, the boy thought that reading and memorization equalled practice and experience, even in something like occlumency. Roger saw the plans, the recruitment of cohorts in each of the four houses. The lies and manipulation. The pride in sneaking into the restricted section and learning so many spells... spells that only he as an air elemental could cast so widely... subtle spells that could never be traced back to him.

Roger finished bottling the silvery sparkling memory strands he'd pulled directly from his brother's mind before regarding him for a brief moment pale, sweaty, and shaking on the floor where he'd collapsed.

He smiled at Pritchard greatly relieved his brother's motives and actions hadn't been worse than prideful Ravenclaw pranks, and how well Roger knew that particular hubris. "Nothing that a few years of detentions won't clear up," he said. Then he blinked and looked down at his brother again. "Except he doesn't have a few years." Richard would be expelled for sure... three weeks before he was to graduate. He'd still be allowed his NEWTS, but Roger was almost sure they'd have his diploma for this. Once again, Roger was glad for the current political-cultural climate that tolerated such dark acts. If he were in charge, he'd personally snap Richard's wand. Malfoy's government would probably recruit the boy to the Unspeakables or Hit Wizards. Roger turned from the room, totally ignoring the five boys. They were just children after all. Ignorant, naive, self-absorbed children.

"But Roger!" Richard wailed behind him. "I'm your brother!"

Roger snorted in amusement as he and the other Aurors, went back the way they'd come to render what medical aid they could. The scope of what Roger was now satisfied was nothing more than a children's scuffle, was beyond the prowess of a handful of teachers and one mediwitch. Later he'd be proud of his brother's accomplishment. Right now he still wanted sodding coffee.

He winked at Pritchard and called back, "If the five of you help with righting this mess, it might lessen your inevitable punishment!"

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Auror To Do Lists

rogerdavies
2009-05-16 01:24 pm UTC (link)

After being turned into a werewolf and promoted to Squad Leader ...
Wand Work
Ambidextrous - use the wand with either hand
use two wands at the same time with both hands
Above are qualifications for MLE paying for a second wand
extra non-registered wand for back up purposes... yeah, right.

Apparition
mini apparition
multiple apparitions
(learn how to de-splinch oneself?)

Roger didn't know how to do that. He'd never put himself through the rigors he was about to visit on his squadron.

Knife and dagger training
physical training
hand to hand combat
muggle guns? Not until Roger himself had leanred how to shoot them and to shield against their bullets.

Contract Dept to update their wills

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A visit from Greyback

rogerdavies
2009-05-16 01:27 pm UTC (link)

A putrid scent wafted into Roger's doorway from the corridor separating his squadron's cubicles from his office. The filthy dog, rotting meat stench never failed to loudly announce Fenrir Greyback's presence. Roger refused to look up from the memo, dipping his quill into the inkwell, though he knew Greyback knew he smelled him long before he arrived. Roger didn't spend much time wondering whether the werewolf did it because he liked the smell, thought it made others fear him, or was just too lazy to bathe.

"You're a right ponce Davies," Greyback growled softly, leaning casually on the doorframe. "Not like a proper werewolf at all." He accompanied this pronouncement with cracking knuckles and flexing biceps.

Roger dipped his quill again. "On the contrary, Greyback. I am exactly a proper werewolf." He was clean and well groomed, neatly turned out, although his hair was long enough to curl a bit now and he no longer fussed with a waistcoat for daily wear. Roger signed off the memo and sent it fluttering away before starting another. If he finished the stack he'd have a few minutes to nip out and find a sandwich before the 3 o'clock meeting.

"You smell like a girl," the man continued to make himself a nuisance from Roger's doorway.

Roger refused to verbally spar with an unarmed opponent. He couldn't help it that a simple act like bathing evidently bothered Greyback so much. And he certainly wasn't the cub that Greyback wanted so much to scold and discipline. First and foremost Roger was a wizard, a Davies, a Ravenclaw, an Auror, Squad Leader... and somewhere along the way he was also a werewolf. But he wasn't Greyback's werewolf. If anyone's he was Malfoy's, the Minister's... much like Greyback at least in that. Roger was certain that Greyback wanted to exert authority over Roger... over any and every werewolf, but it didn't work that way, neither in the werewolf world nor the world of wizarding politics. Respect and leadership were earned and demonstrated.

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May 2, 2003 - Roger is turned

rogerdavies
2009-05-17 04:38 pm UTC (link)

His eyes blinked open dry, sandy, and aching. They blinked again and Roger caught sight of his mother dozing in a chair near his bed. His nostrils flared. She smelled of worry.

How did he know that?

Roger moved his head a bit, looking around the room. St. Mungo's. So the investigation had gone wonky. And as soon as his mother awoke he'd be in for another lecture on how he could still go back into Healer training. Even though he'd been an Auror for four years now and still had five years left on his nine year Ministry employment contract.

A mediwitch appeared and took his vitals, handed him an even tonne of literature, and left with a sympathetic smile aimed at Rhiannon Davies.

"Changing Phases With Your New Mistress, The Moon," Roger read aloud in a voice full of gravel. Oh yeah. He must be a werewolf now. Memories flashed in his mind, the werewolf, impervious to his stunners, trip jinxes, petrificus. Only when he'd cast a fire hex did it cease mauling Patterson and turn on him. He'd cast another fire hex, he thought, before the werewolf hit him.
He looked down at his right arm, his wand arm, the arm the werewolf had gone for. Bitten through to the bone he rather thought. It was wrapped in white gauze and didn't hurt.

Roger waggled his fingers and asked his mother, "What? No lecture on how I should quit this crazy auroring?"

He met her distraught eyes and absorbed the drowning well of pity he found in them. Of course there was no need for her to talk about that. He'd be sacked for sure. Werewolves had rights in Lucius Malfoy's regime, but that didn’t change the fact that no one wanted to work with them or be around them. There were still dark creatures. Inhuman. Foul beasts.

"I'm just glad you're alive, sweet boy," she whispered.

The pain in her eyes was too much to take so Roger looked at the ceiling and tried to remember more about the investigation. He asked aloud, "Why was a werewolf at a knock-off broom exchange?"

"That is the question." Cultured tones seemed to fill the room as the door opened and the Minister of Magic swept in.

Roger gulped and struggled to sit up. His mother stood, showing respect, and not a small amount of fear. She quickly used her wand to position Roger sitting upright against the headboard. Another flick and he was clothed in his blue Davies tartan pajamas.

“Minister Malfoy!” she exclaimed. “May I bring you tea?”

“That won’t be necessary, but thank you for the kind offer, Mrs. Davies. No, I’ll only be here briefly. I certainly don’t want to strain Mr. Davies’ recovery.” He smiled kindly at her and perched on the edge of the unoccupied seat. “What I have to say concerns you as well.”

Rhiannon offered Roger a water cup before reclaiming her own seat.

“Minister Malfoy,” Roger began after a quick swallow which only seemed to make the dull ache in his throat grow. “I appreciate your… personal attention.” Actually, he was baffled by it. A few words from the Head Auror or even his squad leader would have sufficed to send him packing. This decision didn’t warrant the Head of Magical Law Enforcement, much less the Minister for Magic.

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