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Temptation	By : ceruleanblue Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: Blasted Muggle Flats

Lachlan left the Ministry, eager to get out into the Muggle world and start tailing Sirius Black. Of course, she had to begin by removing any and all magic from her two-bedroom flat in Notting Hill. Lachlan didn�t consider herself a witch that depended entirely upon magic, but the fact remained that she had an awful lot of work to do before her flat could pass as Muggle. She wished she�d asked Mr. Weasley to swing by and help her set the place right, but he was certainly at home by now. She�d hate to disturb him while he was with his family.

She started with her own bedroom, removing all of the wards she�d placed around her windows and doors. Magical wards, while invisible, were still detectable if a wizard used a simple detection spell. Such magic was taught at Hogwarts as early as third year, and she knew that Black, if he got wind of her home address, would be able to perform the simple check for ward presence.
Also disbanded was her wizard�s fire in the bedroom. She removed it from the Floo Network, but still left it burning. She was cold-natured and rather liked having a fire year-round burning in her fireplace. Helped to ward off the chill caused by the unbelievably cold Muggle air conditioning that her landlord insisted upon setting himself. That air conditioning made it nearly unbearable in the drafty, old flat.

Lachlan decided to start on the wardrobe in the morning, and instead concentrated on the wards guarding various doors throughout her flat. She needed to clean, but decided that she�d better start doing it the Muggle way, and that there was no better time to learn than now. Leaving the cleaning alone for the time being, she went on to removing more of the wards. There was a particularly difficult one guarding her back door, one that Mad-Eye Moody had put up a few years ago when she was still a student.

A Muggle cat-burglar had decided to break into her flat and steal something such as a television or stereo. What he hadn�t bargained on was the fact that he�d broken into a witch�s apartment, complete with magical devices and creatures. First, Lachlan�s pet puffskein decided that he wanted to take up residence in the would-be burglar�s hair. Then, as he was distracted by Sniffler�s constant grooming behaviors, he ran into her automatic knitting needles. Those, of course, gave the Muggle quite a shock and he knocked over a portrait of her sister�s family, who instantly began waili All All of this racket caused Lachlan to awake, and, upon seeing the poor Muggle, immediately called the Ministry.

Several memory charms, an Accidental Magic cleanup crew, and a lecture from Moody LATER, Lachlan was left with one very strong ward on her back door. Moody figured that even Muggles weren�t stupid enough to come through the front door and left Lachlan�s own ward upon it. She wasn�t well-known, so she didn�t have many dangers to fear from the wizarding world, mainly just nosy Muggles trying to peek in at the quiet girl that lived in number 819.

Exhausted, Lachlan sank down in her armchair and leafed through the latest edition of the Daily Prophet. It was more of the same, Gringotts raising interest rates again, Harry Potter sent brand new Firebolt...wait...Potter. She knew that name. Black had been friends with Lily and James Potter before they died...in fact, he�d been the Secret-Keeper for the Fidelius Charm that kept their whereabouts hidden. And now, their son was receiving strange, unmarked presents from someone while he was at Hogwarts. Curious.

�HARRY POTTER RECEIVES FABULOUS NEW FIREBOLT"

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is in an uproar tonight
as one of their top students receives brand-new Firebolt from an
anonymous benefactor. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore declined to
comment on the unusual and expensive present, saying only that
Mr. Potter would not be flying upon the broomstick until it was
throughly checked out for jinxes and other tampering.
Harry Potter, thirteen year old son of the late Lily and James
Potter, was named Seeker of the Gryffindor house team in his first
year at Hogwarts. This appointment made him the youngest House
player in over a century, and with the new Firebolt, he would become
unstoppable on the Quidditch pitch.
Lachlan folded the paper neatly and placed it into the fire with all of her other back issues of the Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly, and The Quibbler. It was amazing how much information one could glean from between the lines in those three publications. Well, two. She only got Witch Weekly for the recipes, not that she could cook even WITH the aid of magic. She didn�t know what she was going to do when she went all Muggle. Starve, she guessed. She would definitely have to look into getting a woman to come in and do the cooking while she was living Muggle style. Surely the Ministry would spring for that minor expense, given the nature of the job she was performing. Who knew how long she would have to tail Black? She couldn�t very well starve the entire time.

Something was bothering her about the Potter boy receiving the unmarked Firebolt. It would be just like Black to send the boy a cursed broomstick, finish off the job he�d started thirteen years earlier. She would definitely have to go to Hogwarts and investigate the packaging and attempt to do a trace on where the mystery wizard purchased the broomstick. Firebolts were rare, and only a few stores in the wizarding world would carry such an expensive, specialty broomstick.

�Speaking of broomsticks,� Lachlan murmured to herself. She walked over to her old Cleansweep and hid it carefully behind several Muggle cleaning brooms, hoping that nobody would find a reason to search her closet. She put a small magic cloaking charm over the closet, that way she wouldn�t have to strip the magic off what was formerly a very nice broomstick. Since learning to apparate, Lachlan found her broomstick to be of very little use. However, she kept it, whether out of sentimental value or just because it MIGHT prove to be useful someday.

Lachlan looked around at her now-Muggled flat. There were a few things she was going to have to add if she was going to maintain her Muggle appearance. First off was a telephone. No Muggle in their right mind went without a telephone. She only hoped there was at least ONE department in the Ministry that had a telephone, or else her communications would either be cut off or restricted to one owl a week. It would look awfully suspicious for owls to be zooming in and out of a perfectly-normal flat all hours of day and night. Very suspicious.

She also had to get one of those...oh, blast, what were they called? Computers? Yes, she�d definitely have to get a computer, and hook it up with the internet while she was at it. If she was going to go Muggle, she might as well go Muggle all the way. However, there was one thing she WOULD not buy: a television. Muggles might be fascinated at how the pictures moved and talked within a box, but Lachlan was not. She was a firm believer that visivision rotted the brain. She might have to tough it out, but she was going to be reading books. Ordinary, Muggle books to be sure, but books just the same. And maybe one of those trashy Muggle magazines. Like Cosmopolitan.

Tonks had introduced her to the wonderful world of Cosmo. Her father was a Muggle, which meant that Tonks had a foot planted firmly in both the magical and non-magical worlds. When she was still in Muggle primary school, she�d made friends with sal nal non-magical girls and spent the night at their houses, as children are often wont to do. And, of course, girls are curious and tend to rifle through their mother�s things. So, at the tender age of nine, Tonks learned how to best please a man in the sack with fifty juicy techniques.

Bringing that knowledge with her to the wizarding world, Tonks had been kind enough to still keep a subscription to that magazine above magazines: Cosmopolitan. Lachlan herself had found the sex tips to be quite useful, but was more interested in the fact that the pictures didn�t move. Somehow, after reading the Muggle magazine, Lachlan found regular wizarding publications to be too distracting. Enchanted pictures were lovely, but not when you were trying to read an important article. So, she still kept subptioptions to several Muggle publications, and pulled back issues of those out to display haphazardly across her living room. It wouldn�t do for the flat to not look lived in.

Thoroughly satisfied with her Mugglizing, Lachlan sank down into her formerly-enchanted recliner and took several deep breaths. It had been a long day. A long, tedious, patience-trying day. However, she was now a real Auror with a real case. This was cause to celebrate.
Going over to her stereo, Lachlan glanced over the CDs in her CD tower before finally selecting one that she listening to nearly every day. A few adjustments of the knobs, and the smooth sounds of Oasis were wafting out of her speakers as she twirled around the living room. Oasis had always been her favorite band, and Lachlan was not ashamed in the least to be seen dancing around her living room while semi-shouting the lyrics to �Champagne Supernova.�

�Someday you will find me..caaauughtt� Lachlan hit an abrupt stop when a snowy owl came flying through her window and dropped a small package at her feet. She turned off the stereo and went to open the package, noticing the official Ministry of Magic seal on the paper wrapping the small box. She ran a manicured nail under the edge of the wrapping paper and slid it off gently, methodically. Nestled within the small box was a pocket Sneakoscope and an invisibility cloak, along with a note from Alastor Moody.

I think these will prove to be useful, Ms. Lachlan.
Use them well, and remember your place no matter
what sort of temptations you encounter.

Lachlan didn�t understand Moody�s logic, but went with it nonetheless. It wasn�t like she was going to fall in love with the most dangerous criminal in British history.
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