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The Twists of Fate	By : MJurjevic Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 5613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Title: An Interlude into Futility
Summary: Time doesn’t heal everything; instead, it leaves wounds wide open for different kinds of possible healing.
A/N: The Mewling Quim establishment here is a branch location, which I've graciously been given permission to use from the original creators of it, the authors of Where Your Loyalties Lie, the one and only Advanced Smut Making. The wonderful JKR owns everything; I’m just playing around with her characters in another play pen.

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In the bowels of the Ministry, Auror Moody hobbled towards the lift with his private apprentice, Lupin, by his side.
Remus’ ears pricked up at hearing a sudden sound, and he stopped in his tracks. The sound of a voice he thought gone forever, only to be found in his dreams, was heard.
Turning around sharply, his mouth dropped open in shock as he stepped forward to the side corridor where the voice—her voice—was mixed in with others. First, he recognized by sight Broderick Bode and Augustus Rockwood. Workers from the Department of Mysteries!
His blood quickened seeing the third figure, Lucius Malfoy, and his breath stopped as he saw her: Nagini!
His heart raced, as he could not believe his eyes. Thirty-two months… thirty-two months… I thought she was… It was her and somehow not her. She seemed a shadow of herself from the Nagini that he remembered. It was hard to believe that the stiff-necked, high-collared-dressed witch was her. Her midnight green and dark silver robes gave her skin an odd iridescent hue.
And pale… She’s so pale…
"One cannot force her Inner Eye," Malfoy joked caustically to the two Ministry wizards. "Perhaps you’ll have to try an Imperio on her—if you dare, an Unforgiveable from an Unspeakable, Broderick?"
As the three wizards chuckled at an inside joke, Nagini’s cold, dead eyes fell upon Remus’. A flash of life sparked through them upon seeing him. But then she snapped her gaze from his, as if compelled or trained by an unseen force.
But it was not fast enough. Her companions saw from where her attention had strayed and from whom.
As Alastor clumped nearer placing a hand on Remus’ shoulder, a reminder for the young man to restrain himself, Lucius gazed coolly at Moody, and a sneer spread across his features as he noted, with malevolence, the Auror’s apprentice.
"What is his kind doing here?" snarled Malfoy. "Roaming about freely in public?"
"Helping make the world a safer place to be in," Alastor quipped back. "You want your child to grow up in a Dark Wizard-free world, don’t you, Mr Malfoy?"
Lucius smirked darkly, not answering.
Instead, Rookwood replied, "Recruiting his kind for a mercenary squad of some sort, Moody? One more, one less beast, eh?"
"We’ve always used highly skilled wizards such as Lupin for tactics and reconnaissance work, Augustus," replied the Auror. "The need for extra volunteer patrols has increased greatly this last year. What with errant wizards causing mischief round and about. Shocking really, what they’re up to, you wouldn’t believe—well, actually, you and your lot would, wouldn’t you?"
"I doubt that, Alastor," chipped in Broderick, indignant.
"I don’t, Bode, and you’d do best to watch your back!" growled Alastor.
As they quipped back and forth, Remus watched as Rookwood placed a protective arm around Nagini, guiding her into the lift. Malfoy casually followed them.
"We’ll be late, Bode. Stop keeping Moody from tracking down his prey," warned Rookwood, "or you’ll be put on his black list next, eh?"
Then the Unspeakable changed his tone.
"Unless you’d like to join us, Alastor? I’m having some boys over for drinks this evening. Perhaps you’d like to interrogate a few of them? Give them a thorough probing?" teased Rockwood.
"Let me check my black list, and maybe I’ll make a surprise appearance, Augustus, just for you." One magical eye and one real eye bored relentlessly into Rookwood, then Malfoy, and then back again to Rockwood. "Don’t worry, I know your whereabouts… Remus, be a good lad and fetch my list for me, will you? I’ll wait here for you."
"You trust that beast with confidential material, Moody?" spat out Malfoy.
"I trust him with my life."
"Ah, a mistake you’ll never know you made."
"Now then, that’s a curious thing for you to say to me, Lucius—I might take it the wrong way, see? As if you’re threatening me and the like.” The two nemeses stared at each other balefully.
Then the lift’s caged doors closed shut and whisked the foursome away.
As Moody patted him on the shoulder for moral support, Lupin watched Nagini fade out of sight, leaving him devastated. Yet again.

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Remus stood outside the Mewling Quim, a haven for debauchery. The scantily dressed waitstaff supplied both drinks and sexual favours to paying patrons, although it was the lavishly wealthy that were the main targets and preferred clientèle.
I’m going to burst in frustration or… The lurid establishment beckoned to Lupin, and as he entered, greeted by a topless witch in a thin slip of lace at her groin, he was compelled to take the plunge and put a few drinks—and maybe more—on Sirius’ ongoing open tab for the evening. It won’t be the first time I’ve used his account!
The private club was an incense-filled den of inequity. As tassels and thongs on bared flesh swerved by him, he made his way to a darkened corner and slunk down into a cushiony club chair. Immediately, a curvy waitress flexed her goods in front of him and asked, "What’ll you have, handsome?"
"Firewhisky. Three," he ordered. "Put it on the Black account, tab code: Padfoot."
"Alrighty, sweetie. Anything for you, Miss Lestrange?"
"The usual," a faint voice replied.
Remus froze with a petrifying shock as an electrical thrill ran through him, head to toe.
The serving witch sashayed away to go fill the order, and neither spoke as Nagini slowly, stiffly sat down on a plush settee across from Lupin with only a tiny circular table separating them.
Remus clenched his fists and couldn’t speak, staring at the table, while Nagini focused her eyes at a spot just below his chin. They sat there frozen in time as the wild cries, jarring music and garish colours of lingerie and bare flesh whirled around them, mixed with mewling cries of pleasure overlapping demanding barks for desires to be fulfilled—it all spun around them in a surreal whirlwind. But still, neither could move nor speak.
Glasses of their liquor being served startled both of them out of their malaise, momentarily. Then their eyes met.
"What are you doing here?" rasped Remus in anguish.
"I’ve been following you…," she hesitated, struggled to explain, "as soon as I could slip away… I saw you and Moody go your separate ways… and I followed you here."
"Slip away?" Remus took one Firewhisky shot glass and knocked it back in one gulp. Getting his second wind, he blinked hard and demanded, "From whom? That vile filth, Malfoy? Bode? Didn’t know Rookwood fancied witches!"
"He doesn’t. I-I—" She shuddered. "I just needed to—wanted to—"
"What? Gloat? Torture the fuck out of me some more?" spat out Remus, riled. "After all this time! No bloody word or—I was accused of rape and—I thought you were fucking dead!"
Nagini’s face became neutral, deathly still, and she didn’t speak. Noting her anaemic paleness again, Remus ran his fingers through his hair roughly before picking up the second shot glass and taking a quick, burning gulp.
Nagini was having an internal struggle to speak, and when she finally did, she asked mundanely, "So, you’ve become an Auror?"
Remus bit his cheek, giving her a fierce look. He bitterly droned out, "The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has put me and my kind in the classification: XXXXX. Which means, I am a known wizard killer. Impossible to train or domesticate. Lethally dangerous. The Ministry is desperate, but I still don’t quite meet their qualifications to be a licensed murderer, do I? Nor will I ever." He took another gulp of Firewhisky. "Never mind it; they always need someone to do their other secret, dirty work. And I qualify for that, wouldn’t you agree, Miss Lestrange?" He knocked back another swig, finishing the second shot glass.
At the look on her face and with the Firewhisky’s help, Remus calmed down a bit, and for the first time, he slouched back in the chair and looked at her clearly.
His voice broke as he uttered, "Nagini… why?"
It was Nagini’s turn to take drink for some courage. She forced herself to sip the fine elf-made cognac, and as the slightest hint of colour flushed her pale cheeks, she uttered, "I’m sorry. So sorry." Her eyes welled with tears. She shook her head, unable to speak further.
As she rose to make a dash for it, Remus grasped her arm and begged, "Don’t!" His vitriolic frustration flooded away at the sudden fear of her disappearing again. There were too many answers he needed from her. Too much raw pain burned between them.
Nagini scrunched her eyes and pressed her lips together, struggling to control herself from crying as she heard Lupin plead, "Don’t leave. Please." Remus was standing beside her, and she felt his warm breath on her neck and ear as he whispered, "Can you stay? Just a little while? Please, sit. Please, stay.
"Let me look at you. Just look at you… for a while longer."

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