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Temptation	By : ceruleanblue Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I in no way own anything related to Harry Potter. That all belongs to JK Rowling.
It wasn�t often that a top Auror for the Ministry was called into Cornelius Fudge�s office. Usually, he was so scared of them that he let them be. However, this case was different. Fudge, a lame duck anyway, was frightened half to death at the prospect of Death Eaters staging a return during his term as Minister. He knew that the wizarding world found him incompetent to begin with and such a catastrophe as that would prove that incompetence to the whole community. This possible exposure as a fraud would ruin Fudge and he was determined to avoid any such situation from occurring.
Which is why Sirius Black�s escape worried him beyond measure. Sent to Akzaban for life without a trial, Black had been accused of killing not only Peter Pettigrew, but twelve Muggles on a busy street in London about thirteen years prior. Now, he was roaming free and there was nothing Fudge could do to stop him. Albus Dumbledore was already angry about the presence of Dementors at Hogwarts, and Fudge was forced to remove them from premises. This could only mean one thing: he had to call in his most talented Auror...the one that nobody would suspect.

Hence, why Tara Lachlan was sitting in his office twiddling her thumbs. She was an attractive woman, even more so when she wasn�t fiddling. However, it wasn�t easy to discern Tara�s looks on a first glace. She was a metamorphmagus, which meant she could change her appearance at will. This particular trait was quite appealing in Aurors, due to the sheer versatility and practicality of the gift. Currently, the Ministry had four metamorphmagi in their employ: Nymphadora Tonks, Juliana Gilliam, Arwyn Ashton, and now, Tara Lachlan.

�Ms. Lachlan. Do you have any idea why you�re here?� Lachlan shook her head quickly, her now-long auburn curls tumbling and bouncing with even slight movements. While in the field, Lachlan normally made her hair shorter with a combination of her own powers, and, in a pinch, with an easily-reversible shortening charm. Lachlan had never gotten the hang of maintaining a cloaking while expressing strong emotions. Any little upset in her mood and her disguises were too difficult to maintain, and she often endangered herself and others. Usually, this wasn�t a problem, as she was almost always paired with Ashton. Ashton, who preferred a sleek blonde look, had a cool personality to go with her normally-cool appearance. She wasn�t easily riled up, and was the perfect compliment to Lachlan�s quick temper.

�No, Minister, but I�m sure you�re going to tell me. Let me guess...something involving that witch that used a breeze charm on that Muggle actor�s kilt last week? I seem to be on Ewan McGregor duty every week, Minister Fudge. It�s not wise for me to waste my powers on looking good for idiot Muggles who think they�re Jedi.� With that, Lachlan settled back into her seat, feeling an odd bit of satisfaction at the fact that she�d gotten under Fudge�s skin. He was so easy to pick on it was pathetic. Besides, it WAS a waste of her talent to be stuck with the Improper Use of Magic office.

�Need I remind you, Ms. Lachlan, that it was only because Ms. Ashton used a well-placed impediment spell on you that you didn�t fall at the poor man�s feet.� With that, Lachlan wisely shut her mouth. She knew when she was down, and Fudge had gotten her with that one. She wasn�t to blame...she was bored stiff in the Improper Use office. It was a complete waste of time tracking down every witch and wizard who used a charm or spell illegally. Besides, it wasn�t like good Mrs. Elliot was trying to harm the Muggle in any way..she just wanted to see if the rumors were true. And, according to a lengthy report now residing in the Hall of Records, it was true. Ashton had nearly killed her for saying so, but writing in an accurate description of the Muggle�s unmentionables made for a great read.

�No matter. The reason I�ve called you in is because Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban and I want you to track him down.� Lachlan gulped. He said �you.� Not, �you and Ashton,� or �you and Tonks,� but simply, �you.� Did this mean that she was finally going to be trusted alone within an arm�s reach of Ministry control? She couldn�t hardly believe it. Her days of Muggle kilt-chasing were finally over and she was going to do some REAL Auror�s work.
Fudge shoved a thick dossier across the desk towards Lachlan�s eager hands. She opened it quickly, her sharp Ravenclaw wit showing as she studied each photograph and memo on one Sirius C. Black. It seemed that he came from a long line of pureblood wizards, related to such lovely characters as Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy. What a joy. She was about to track down a member of one of the most dangerous wizarding families in all of Britain. She pulled out Black�s Hogwarts records to see any sign of Dark Arts and was pleasantly surprised.

He was several years older than her, but wasn�t in Slytherin, rather Gryffindor. Curious. She�d never heard of a Death Eater coming from a Hogwarts house other than Slytherin. Perhaps this Black�s arrogance was mistaken for courage. He was known to be friends with...Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, James and Lily Potter...that was typical. An inside job.

Thoroughly confused, Lachlan picked up one last photo: Black with his arms thrown around his friends James and Remus. She flipped it over and studied the date: he�d have been about 23 at the time. His photographic rendition was smiling widely and winking every once in a while. What a charmer. He wasn�t bad looking either, with black hair neatly swept into a ponytail and dark, almost sensual, eyes.

It was a shame he was a Death Eater because she�d have been seriously tempted to try that breeze charm had he been wearing a kilt.

�Let me get this straight..Fudge is letting you fly solo?� Arwyn Ashton stared at Lachlan incredulously over her double espresso. Lachlan was too hotheaded to work solo..she needed the calming influence of a partner in order to successfully track and capture a criminal while in cloaking mode. While she was an extremely talented metamorphmagus, she still had her faults, the biggest being her lack of control. Lachlan was the type to hex now, ask questions later. Sometimes, it worked, but sometimes it would be better not to go charging in with wands at the ready.

�Yeah, he�s letting me go out on my own this time.� Lachlan scrunched her nose in concentration and morphed back into her natural appearance: short and gently rounded with reddish hair and blue eyes. She adjusted her glasses and looked back at Ashton. As usual, she was still in her blonde form, making Lachlan believe that it had to be her natural form. Hell of a lot better than what she�d been stuck with, that�s for sure.

Of course, this is where magic was a wonderful thing. Few people knew about her gift, so Lachlan usually tweaked her appearance to match the man she was with, to fulfill his personal fantasies. Only one man had seen her in her natural form, and that had been Bill Weasley back when they were at Hogwarts. The only reason she felt comfortable in her natural form then was because they had met when she was in the shower. She figured he could handle anything after that particular experience. However, she wasn�t entirely comfortable in her natural form. For some reason, she felt incredibly uncomfortable in her own skin and, given that she had the luxury of changing, she hardly ever remained in her natural state.

This, of course, gave her a huge advantage over most of her marks. Lachlan�s natural appearance was so unassuming that criminals could pass her on the street and never know she was an Auror. She looked much more like a teacher or some other kind of ordinary Muggle. If Lachlan could hold her temper, she�d easily be the most talented Auror in British history, eclipsing even the legendary Alastor Moody.

�Wonderful, Lachlan. I�m happy for you. I suppose this means I get to take that holiday in America that I�ve been planning for ages, eh?� Ashton drained her coffee and wrote something hurriedly on a scrap piece of parchment. She folded it into a paper airplane and whispered �Mobiliaero primus.� The miniature plane soared downstairs to the first floor and Ashton smiled. �Sorry about that, hon. Had a memo to send to the Department of Mysteries. I ran out of enchanted parchment two days ago and have just been charming the blasted things to fly downstairs.�

Lachlan shook her head. It was a shame how busy poor Ashton was, along with the rest of the Ministry. Having Sirius Black on the loose wasn�t exactly an everyday occurrence and most of the department heads were at their wits� ends. Ashton in particular had been handling a massive volume of paperwork, seeing as she was the head of the Auror department and answered directly to Fudge himself. She even had authority over that toad of an undersecretary, Dolores Umbridge. At any rate, that long put-off holiday in the United States would be well-deserved.

Ashton smiled apologetically as her desk mirror went off, indicating she had a fire call waiting in the main hall. Lachlan couldn�t understand WHY they didn�t go to mirror communication like the American Ministry of Magic. Of course, England was quaint and lovely in its own way, including how their ministry worked. It wasn�t Ashton�s place to criticize the methods that had been working for years and years.
As Ashton hurried down to answer her fire call, Lachlan trudged slowly to her desk. She already regretted spending so long talking to her friend, knowing that the paperwork she�d left on her desk had already multiplied tenfold. She intercepted one of the purple Ministry memos from midair before it landed on her desk and opened it. She scanned it quickly: it was a memo from Arthur Weasley down the hall.

�Ms. Lachlan�

Come to myice ice as soon as you get this note�I need to speak with you.

Arthur E. Weasley�

Lachlan found the note to be odd, but she went down the hall anyway. The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office was little more than a broom closet, but Arthur had made it quite hospitable with the addition of several photographs of his large family. Most interesting was the photo of Bill, Charlie, and Percy in which the elder two Weasleys were holding prim and proper Percy upside down by his feet. Lachlan had the exquisite pleasure of meeting Percy once and came away feeling quite happy that she was �an embarrassment to the Ministry.� If being the Ministry�s pride and joy required acting like Percy, then she would pass on that.

As for the rest of the Weasley family, she found them to be a likeable, though lively, bunch. Arthur was the closest thing to a paternal figure Lachlan had been exposed to in years, and she usually enjoyed his company. However, he was puzzling her at the moment. What on earth did he need to talk to her about so desperately?
Before she had much time to ponder that particular question, the door to the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office swung open, revealing a tired and disheveled Arthur Weasley.

�Sit down, sit down. Now, Ms. Lachlan, I rstarstand you�re going to be living out in the Muggle world for a while, correct?� Lachlan shrugged. The thought had occurred to her: posing as a Muggle so that Black could be taken down by surprise. It would be easy, she�d done well in all of her Muggle Studies O.W.L�s. Besides, Black wouldn�t expect a poor, dumpy-looking Muggle to become the Auror that would take him down. And he DID have a penchant for dating Muggle women. Perhaps posing as such would make her task easier.

�Yes sir.� Arthur nodded, then summoned a thick book towards him. She read the spine, �Living Life as a Muggle and Loving it.�

�I thought you might find this useful. Do stop by for Christmas this year, please? Molly hasn�t seen you since you and Bill...well, you know.� Arthur tactfully stopped. As much as they would like to imagine it, nothing spectacular had gone on between Lachlan and the eldest Weasley son. They were good friends, nothing more. They certainly wouldn�t be hooking up over Christmas dinner, not when the female half of that couple was fixated on a darkly handsome, yet evil wizard.

�I�ll try to stop by for a bit...just to liven things up. I presume none of the Weasley children will be coming home this year?� Arthur nodded, subdued. Ron, Ginny, and the Twins would be safest at Hogwarts with the Black threat going around. Bill was busy in Egypt, and Charlie was with his beloved dragons in Romania. Just as he was about to ask Lachlan to stay for a cup of tea, Remus Lupin�s head appeared in his softly glowing fire.

�Sorry, Ms. Lachlan...I need to take this call.� Lachlan nodded, leaning back in her chair. Remus Lupin was one of her new mark�s best friends, and listening in on a conversation with him could prove quite useful in catching him. Lupin looked tired, his handsome features marred by continual illness and stress. His light brown hair was infused with strands of spun silver, but his bluish-grey eyes were young and sparkling.

�Oh, Remus, I forgot. This is Tara Lachlan, one of our best and brightest Aurors.� Lachlan cringed. If Lupin was still in contact with Black, he would be quick to warn him that the Ministry had picked up a few new Aurors. Fudge had been counting on the fact that Lachlan was not easily recognizable outside Ministry walls.

�Ms. Lachlan, it�s a pleasure. I�m Remus Lupin, professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. I�ve just been reminding Mr. Weasley that his sons Fred and George aren�t performing up to O.W.L. standard and that perhaps they would consider extra tutoring. Their essay on werewolves last term was appalling, Mr. Weasley.� Lachlan tried to look absorbed in her notes, but she was secretly listening to every word Lupin said. It appeared that he knew nothing of Black�s whereabouts, or was wise enough not to let Ministry employees listen in on such sensitive information.

Lachlan hadn�t noticed that the conversation was winding down, because she was sed wed when she heard Lupin�s educated voice call out, �Ms. Lachlan, I do believe that red hair suits you far better than that blue color it is at the moment. Take care, and best wishes.� With that, Lupin�s head disappeared from the glowing fire and Lachlan had a bemused look upon her face. She pulled out a small lock of hair axamixamined it. It was, just as Lupin said, a dingy shade of blue. Leave it to a werewolf to insult her lack of control. If only she could get out of the blasted Ministry and into the Muggle world!
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