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Temptation	By : ceruleanblue Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lachlan left the grounds of Hogwarts at a relatively fast clip, pausing every once in a while to make sure that she could still see the twigs snapping beneath three sets of invisible feet as she made her way down the path that led into Hogsmeade. Once the three students cleared Hogwarts, they threw off Harry's invisibility cloak and walked alongside the auror for the rest of the short journey.

"How long did you have to train to become a metamorphmagus?" Ron stammered as Hermione gave him a sharp look. He looked back at her as if to say, "What?" and shrugged his shoulders in an exasperated manner. Hermione exhaled loudly and spoke in a voice that was half condescending and half amused.

"Honestly Ron, don't you read? Anyone knows that metamorphmagi are born that way, not trained. Honestly, if someone could train to become a metamorphmagus, why, You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters would NEVER be found! They would keep morphing!" Harry laughed half-heartedly as the two went head to head in the age old battle of wits versus testosterone and went back to brooding as he stomped heavily in his hand-me-down boots. With each step, small rocks bounced into the hole in the toe and caused him to wince painfully. A few times, he had to stop and dump the collected dirt out of his shoe before he could continue.

"You know, Harry, if you would walk more lightly you wouldn't have such problems with your shoes." Hermione jumped back, startled, when Harry lashed out at her for no apparent reason.

"Bloody hell, Hermione! I just found out that the man that killed my parents is at Hogwarts, was in MY room, and I could do NOTHING to stop him! I DON'T CARE ABOUT MY BLOODY SHOES!" Hermione moved to say something to Harry but Lachlan pulled her back. It was easy to see that the boy was upset and that perhaps he didn't want advice or comfort. Just as all four of them settled back into an uneasy silence, they arrived at the Three Broomsticks. Lachlan ushered them all inside, asked Madam Rosemerta for a private room and ordered three butterbeers and a flagon of firewhiskey.

"The whole flagon, Miss Lachlan?" She nodded wearily. She would need the liquid courage to get her through this round of interviews. Just as the barmaid was leaving, Lachlan realized that she needed another favor.

"Madam Rosemerta? Would it be possible for you to bring me parchment and an auto-rite quill?" Lachlan watched as the other woman produced a slender wand and murmured an accio charm, causing the parchment and quill to fly to the small table. With that, she left, and Lachlan cast another charm to render the room soundproof.

"Ron? Did you see anything the night that Black allegedly broke into your room?" Lachlan tried to dredge up the tiny bit she'd learned about legilimency in auror training and stared into Ron's blue eyes. She wasn't getting any sort of reading until suddenly Ron's narrative was interrupted by Hermione's squeak that she would love to kiss Harry. All eyes turned to her as she ducked her head and mumbled apologies under her breath. Apparently Lachlan's legilimency left some to be desired if she didn't have any sort of direction.

In deference to Hermione, Lachlan quickly performed two memory charms on Ron and Harry, a smile and a wink being the only trace left of her confession. Hermione sighed loudly in relief causing Lachlan to snicker and Ron to get annoyed.

"Hey, I'm trying to tell my story here! Bloody stupid girls! Mental, all of you. Anyway, so Black was standing over me and his eyes were sweeping back and forth, almost like he was looking for something. He had the knife in his hand and I thought I was done for when Crookshanks came in and started making a lot of noise trying to kill Scabbers." At this, Ron shot Hermione a dark glance. Apparently the feud between their pets had been going on for quite a while. Ron took a large swig of his butterbeer and leaned back into his chair, getting comfortable before finishing his story.

"Anyway, after that, Black took off. He was afraid he'd get caught since I was screa..uh, awake and Crookshanks was trying to tehe che castle down. I'm sure it was him though: long black hair and eyes so dark they looked like evil itself. It was almost like he was a Dementor himself." Lachlan drank about a quarter of the Firewhiskey in one shot, earning oohs and ahs from the boys and an eye roll from Hermione. Lachlan arched her brow at the young witch and tapped her wand conspicuously against the table, causing Hermione to start and spill her butterbeer.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Agent Lachlan! Here, let me get that up." She pointed her wand at the mess and whispered, "Scourgify," causing the bottles to disappear and the table to be wiped clean. Lachlan pocketed the rest of her Firewhiskey along with the parchment and quill she'd borrowed from Rosemerta. When she got back to the cabin, she would compare Ron's story with Sirius's and make a note of it in her master dossier. She removed the charms on the door and managed to get the children almost out the doorore ore she literally ran into the one person she didn't ever want to see again: Reginald. He was accompanied by someone else just as foul, Lucius Malfoy.

Lachlan struck what she hoped was a suggestive pose in the doorway, leaving just enough room for the three wizards under the invisibility cloak to squeeze by, unnoticed.

"Ms. Lachlan. What a pleasure to see you again so soon. When I met your paramour at the Apothecary, I was hoping thau wou wouldn't be far behind." Malfoy's voice was as oily and smooth as ever, and, paired with Reginald's grin, she knew she was in too deep. Reginald grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the door, his voice hissing in her ear.

"You and I need to have a little chat. See, I know what you've been doing. You're a very good girl, finding Black for us so that we can kill him for the Dark Lord. However, you've gone above and beyond finding him. You've let him in�everywhere, haven't you? This is no game, Tara..you'll lead us to him. And you'll watch while we kill him." Lachlan squirmed as her wand flew into Malfoy's hands.

"Stop�Reg�you're hurting me. There are people here�you'll be caught. I'll never go with you quietly. You know I'll scream." All of a sudden, she heard Malfoy's voice ring out and her mind went blissfully blank.

*Back into the private room.* Lachlan heard the command in her mind but ignored it. She didn't want to go back into the room. Her business was finished.

*Back into the private room�Back into the private room�BACK INTO THE PRIVATE ROOM!* Lachlan clutched her head in pain as she doubled over. She backed into the room and watched as Malfoy and Reginald locked the door.

"She's fighting the curse, King. We'll have to employ other methods of control until she's more willing to accept Imperious." Malfoy grinned as Lachlan's eyes widened in fear. He drew her wand out again and cast Cruciatus, causing her to hit the floor wracked with pain. Her only hope was that the children thought to enlist Lupin or Dumbledore's aid in rescuing her or everything she'd worked for would be gone.
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