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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!"