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TITLE: Research and Development Part VI; On the Road Again
AUTHOR: StarryGazer
EMAIL: foppagal@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Remus/Harry
RATING: R
FEEDBACK: Always appreciated, feel free to send to the above
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DISCLAIMER: Belongs to JKR. No profit. No infringement etc.
SUMMARY: Harry wants Remus. Remus wants Harry. It should be
simple, right? Still on the run, and on the move once again, Remus puzzles over
a mystery for the Order, while Harry fights to prove to everyone—including
himself—that he’s not a child.
CATEGORY: (Drama / Humor / Hurt-Comfort / Romance)
BETAS: The Slick ShadowPhoenix
NOTES:
The song ‘Ask’ is by The Smiths; thanks to Adele for sending it to me, along
with the rest of the fabulous fanfic soundtrack. It was a lot of fun, but ‘Ask
Me’ fit Harry and Remus so darn well that I just had to laugh. The other songs
included belong to Coldplay, Willie Nelson, and Elton John. Now there’s
a variety for you. Bonus points to whomever really gets the Coldplay
song. Okay, so one of you asked me
to read something you wrote. As far as I can recall, it maybe had the word ‘up’
or ‘until’ in the title. I went to check it out, but cannot find the email.
Yes, I am an idiot, thanks for pointing that out. If any of this sounds like
something you may have done, please let me know, so I can go and read it,
because it’s driving me crazy. Brain work not good. Good not brain work. You
know? Thanks!
THANK YOUS: At the bottom of the page
Part VII: On the Road
Again
“I bought
it myself,” Harry announced proudly, and it took every ounce of Remus’s
willpower to keep from smacking his hand to his forehead. Dammit, he’d told the
boy to put the sex toys away.
Snape, of
course, just stared.
“They’re
all the rage. Everyone who knows what’s ‘in’ has one—in the Muggle world,
anyhow. I’m going to start a trend at Hogwarts. Just wait ‘till Ron and
Hermione see it; they’ll be dead jealous. Isn’t it wicked?”
“Wicked. Yes. If your fashion needs
dictate humiliation and ownership, I can always give you right over to the Dark
Lord. I’m sure he’d fulfill your every degrading whim most satisfactorily.”
Twisting his lip in disgust, Severus shook his head.
Harry smiled his perfectly innocent
smile up at the Potions Master, as Remus quickly tried to dress himself. Seeing
the look of complete guilelessness on the boy’s face, the werewolf mused, By
Merlin, he’s good. He’s damn good. We may actually get away with this. “You
just wish you had one,” Harry informed the man sweetly.
Snape snorted. “Five minutes. Keep
your heads down.” He Disapparated with a noise like a whip crack.
Remus couldn’t spare a look of
reproach for the boy, as they raced around gathering their belongings. Before
any time had seemed to pass, a honk sounded outside, and Remus gathered what he
could with one arm and grabbed Harry with the other. “I’ll count to three, open
the door, and then we’ll make a run for it.”
On ‘three’ he threw the door back,
hauling the boy out behind him. A blast of green light came from their left,
and they ran toward a mini that was idling at the curb. Another burst of
magical light shot their way, and Remus used his body to shield Harry as much
as possible. The back door of the mini flew open as they approached, and Remus
hurled the packages in before lifting Harry and tossing him bodily inside as
well.
He threw himself in after the boy
and shouted to Mundungus, who’d been waiting to be certain everyone was in,
“Go! Go, go, go!” The car had obviously been magically altered, because it
rocketed down the street at a speed no Muggle mini could approach. A black
figure was quickly advancing on the left, and Remus hollered, “You’re going to
pass Severus! Stop!”
Mundungus slammed on the breaks,
and Harry and Remus were thrown against the backs of the front seats. Harry
landed on the floor with a yelp, and the werewolf helped him up, anxiously
saying, “Oh, my poor little Green Eyes. Are you all right?” Mundugus shot him a
strange look as he crawled out of the car. Remus scrambled into the front seat,
getting behind the wheel.
“Red lever,” Mundungus told the
werewolf. “Watch your backs.”
Snape threw open the door and leapt
into the car beside Remus, snarling, “Get a move on it, you migraine-inducing
cur!” The car rocked as a curse hit it broadside. “They’re almost on top of
us!”
“Um. It’s been an awfully long time
since I’ve done this. Here, I think I’m supposed to step down on this—” The car
gave a grumble and died. “Oh. Sorry.”
“You’ve—you’ve murdered the
engine!” Snape growled. “Get out of my way, you louse-infested buffoon! I’ll
drive the damn thing.”
“It’s ‘killed,’” Harry noted from
the back seat, sotto voce, his voice only slightly hysterical. “Not
‘murdered.’ ‘Killed.’” As if it matters, because in a few seconds, they’ll
be able to use the words interchangeably to describe US! Remus obviously
had no idea what he was doing, and Snape didn’t even know the words for
the tools being used. They were so, incredibly fucked.
“Snape,” Remus was saying
patiently, even as he made way for the spy, “You don’t know how to drive. At
least I have driven, although it’s been a while. It will come back to
me.”
“Yes, everything is about to
come back to you,” Snape retorted, starting the car up without problem. “It’s
called your life flashing before your eyes.” He reached down to what looked
like the emergency brake, only red, and pulled it back. Immediately, the car
began spinning rapidly, and colored lights streamed along the windows.
Harry couldn’t look for long before
clapping a hand over his mouth. “Ugh,” he said in a muffled voice, “I think I’m
going to be ill.”
“Don’t you dare, don’t you dare!”
Snape yelled, snapping the lever down again. The car stopped rotating. Scenery
popped up outside the windows, then suddenly vanished again and was replaced
with something else. This happened several times, and Harry boggled at it. It looked
as though they were simply arriving quite abruptly amidst the scenery, but
nothing moved, so it felt as though the scenery was arriving
around them.
The Potions Master took a couple of
deep breaths. re. re. Now. We’ve arrived at our…destination.” He peered at the
dashboard, where the round protuberance of a globe bobbled. “We’re…a few miles
east of where we need to be. So. All we have to do is…aim the car in the proper
direction, and…propel it.” He licked his lips several times, as Harry and Remus
watched in silence. “So. Yes. I just…push down—” The car died again.
Remus’s mild smile bordered
suspiciously on a smirk. “Now you’ve slain the engine,” he pointed out
with quiet glee.
“Killed the engine,” Harry
corrected.
“Shut up,” Snape told both of them.
“Never mind,” Remus sighed,
becoming sober once more. “Do we need to keep on running, or have we lost them?
Because if we’ve got time, I can probably figure out how to get it running.”
Snape’s shoulders slumped a little.
“Oh, very well,” he testily acquiesced. “We’ve lost them. The car is Arthur’s.
He did show me what to do with it—several times, in fact. The idea that I might
actually have to work the contraption never occurred to me. The Spatial
Alteration Lever still worked, at any rate. The Charmed Chart is that little
jiggling sphere on the dash. You see that red spot? That’s what we’re heading
for. Now, if you think you can control this machine so much better then I can,
I beg you to prove it.” He got out of the mini, stretching hong ong legs, and
walked around to the other door, and Remus scooted into the driver’s seat
again.
“Yes. You turn the key to start
it.” The engine sputtered, and did not start. “Oh, yes. You have to press down
on the pedal at the same time!” This time, the car started up, but shuddered to
a halt after only a few feet. “Oh, that’s right. You see here, Harry?”
he said, making the task into a learning experience. “You have to push this
down, too, and then…”
They eventually crawled through the
heart of a small town, the farmers watching with interest as Remus refused to
make the mini go faster than a man could walk, and proceeded to cause the car
to die at every light, stop sign, and crossroads. Harry sank down in the back
seat, mortally embarrassed. “Sorry, kiddo,” he saw the werewolf’s eyes flashing
at him in the rearview mirror. “Apparating is much easier. We’ll be there
shortly.”
The Potions Master snorted. “If by
‘shortly’ you mean, ‘hopefully within the next decade and if we get there at
all.’”
The bobbling globe directed them to
a little cottage, and Harry was dismayed to find that it had three beds. It
wasn’t about the sex, really. After all, last night had been rougher than he
was used to, and he could probably stand to wait a while before doing it again.
No, what he’d miss was the closeness, the intimacy of waking up with his head
tucked in Remus’s arm, and feeling the steady rise and fall of the man’s chest.
He’d miss the way Remus would growl softly in his sleep and pull Harry back against
him whenever the boy rolled away.
This was not going to be easy.
Remus turned to Snape. “While we’re here, I want to teach you and Harry how to
drive the car as well. We can’t have a repeat performance of this morning, can
we?”
“If I must,” Snape capitulated
sourly. Harry hid a grin. Snape and Lupin, stuck in a mini together, with Lupin
telling Snape what to do. He made a mental note to bring some bandages along to
patch them up. Oh, well. If nothing else, it’d probably be a good show.
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“So how did
they find us?” Harry demanded once their things had been unpacked.
“The
Headmaster will tell you when he feels you should be informed,” Snape
replied smoothly. “Go to your room and practice clearing your mind while I
speak privately with your ‘guardian,’ if you want to call him that.”
“I will
not!” Harry responded. “I deserve to be informed. I need to be informed. Look what happened last
year! That never would have happened if someone had told me what was going on.”
“Harry,” Remus said quietly. “I
understand why you feel this way. But there are some things it is better you
don’t know. Let me speak with Professor Snape alone, and I will decide what you
need to be told.”
Remus’s expression did not change.
“Yes, I do. But you are not fully trained as a wizard, and right now I need you to trust me. Go to your room. Now.”
Harry stomped into his room and
slammed the door, as Severus scowled and Remus grimaced at his back. Harry
threw himself down on the bed, seething. How dare he? How DARE he? Acting as though I’m some ninny-headed first
year that would babble a secret away at a drop of the Sorting Hat. He should
know me better! Haven’t I kept HIS secret? OUR secret? THE secret? I’m better
at lying about it than HE is. And then he has the gall to just—just—order me to
my room like a little kid who’s thrown a tantrum! Well, yeah, I like bossiness
SOMETIMES, but not when it’s my life that hangs in the balance! He huffed out an angry breath and noticed
that the room’s light went dim for a moment. Damn wandless magic. Been repressed too long—in THAT sense,
anyhow…Stupid werewolf. Who does he think he is, anyway? I don’t mind if he’s
domineering in the bedroom, but this!
Remus flinched as the door slammed
shut. He should have known that wouldn’t work. It was one thing to be
domineering in the bedroom, but this!
“Well, it’s nice to see that some
things never change,” Snape spoke in a suspiciously sweet voice. “Birds will
always fly, nations will forever rise and fall, and Potter will never cease to
be a disgustingly selfish brat.”
Remus pinched the bridge of his
nose. “That’s enough, Severus. Can we get down to business?” He folded himself
into a chair from titchitchen, thinking wistfully about how nice it would be to
summon a hot cup of tea. “How did they find us?”
“You were followed. Well,
technically, Mundungus was followed—to your meeting place, and
when the follower saw you and Potter, you were followed back to the hotel.”
Snape remained standing, looking cold and imposing, particularly against the
homey backdrop of the cottage.
“But…if that’s so, why weren’t we
attacked immediately upon arriving? Why did they wait until morning?” Remus
puzzled.
Snape’s lip curled upward in the
parody of a smile. “To answer that, we must start with the object Mundungus
bequeathed to you.”
Remus started. “The handkerchief?”
He patted his pockets a bit before remembering it was in his trunk. Retrievint, ht, he said, “Fletcher said I had to give it to you. What is it? Why on earth
is it important, and what am I expected to do with it?”
The Potions Master rolled his eyes,
looking exasperated. “How do you function without someone to explain every
little detail of life to you? Just hand me the damn thing, would you?”
Remus held it out, and Snape tapped
it smartly with his wand, chanting, “Refigofixum!” The handkerchief melted away
to reveal a small, tattered scrap of silk. The Potions Master immediately held
it up before Remus’s nose, saying, “Well, Canidae of inferior
lineage, do your duty and play bloodhound!”
The
werewolf wrinkled his nose at this, plucking the scrap meticulously from the
man’s long fingertips. “Merlin, Severus, what kind of potions have you been
brewing? Your hands smell of goat urine,” he complained.
“Love
Per
Personal remarks from someone who has canine halitosis on a good day?”
“Shut up,
I’m trying to—to sniff, here.” Gingerly, he lifted the cloth to his
nose. “Hmm. Now that’s—huh.” He shut his eyes and took another whiff.
“It’s…familiar. I’d almost say I’ve smelled it somewhat recently, but there’s
something off about it…” He opened his eyes, but let them stay unfocused. “Oh,
there’s vetiver there, definitely vetiver; but is it being used on its own or
to cover something up? Because it’s a strong scent…one that someone might use
if they were trying to mask any other odors. Bergamot? But I couldn’t swear to
it…”
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Cat, Maria, Dracula5555, Sweet Mercy , Eric2, WeasleyTwinsLover1112, Gia, HellPhoenixSirius, Silver Phire, Ayame
Kyoko (fabulous to know you’re on board, as always!),
Marshes to Banks –Aw, I wouldn’t leave out a great scene like
that! You know, a leash is almost better than a wand! There’s sooo much
potential for fun! Oh, well about the Sirius thinltholthough, I had considered
having Alexander out of the country almost all the time, and not really up on
current events. Worth a shot? Jade! That’s quite a compliment! She does some
great stuff. I’ll have to keep the club in mind, although my next bits are all
Hogwartscentric. Soooo much potential for tension, there.
prlrocks—(She was behind him on the stairs, but he shooed her out
the door first, so Molly’s okay. I did that intentionally so no one would
worry. Didn’t make it clear enough, did I? And you don’t come off as a perv
just from that. Spankings are practically mundane in fanfic.)
Immortal Memories—K, now I want a dirty fanfic with multiple
Res. es. Remusi? Hmm. Are there any like that out there? If not, I demand you
write one! (cracks whip!) More Remus! I can’t produce them all myself!
Kireina1—yeah…maybe eventually I’ll write one with Remus on the
other end of the leaHmm…Hmm…I like new ideas…
ssparsparkles—I’d be willing to give up my entire salary to have
Harry’s leash scene written into canon. Wouldn’t that be great?
C. LaBella—Then my insidious plot to convert you all to Remarry
lovers is working? Actually with the real Remus, I wouldn’t be too into it, but
at the Remus Lupin shrine which has Ralph Fiennes, and let’s face it, you can’t
go wrong with that kind of hotness!
GryffRavHuffSlythendor—I still think I’m better with Sev than
anyone else…which is too bad, when he’s not even a main character in the
current fic!
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