Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 92 ~ Making Arrangements

Through a few discreet inquiries, Isadora found a small secluded farm that had a reinforced barn to let. She and Remus visited the owner. His name was Rubin Fezwig. He was a wizard who lived off the land, and grew acres of vegetables which he sold at market. His crops were huge. He was an older wizard of about a hundred, ruddy and strong in the way of men who worked the earth. He had sharp blue eyes and an easy way about him. He invited the couple into his simple home and gave them both a glass of fresh lemonade and sat down at the kitchen table with them.

Isadora explained exactly why they needed the barn during the full moon. Rubin looked at Remus.

“Werewolf eh?” he said, his blue eyes looking Remus up and down.

“Yes, sir,” Remus replied.

The farmer looked thoughtful, then said, “I built that barn to hold my son, Rubin Jr. Werewolf bit him when he was nine. Caught him drawing water at night. Would’ve killed him if I hadn’t run the creature off. Nothing could be done for him. So I built the barn to hold him when the full moon came on him. Horrible thing, werewolf transformation. They don’t remember no one, would kill their own mother when they’re like that. Anyway, things was hard for Junior when he got older. Took wolfsbane to help but social-wise he couldn’t interact with other wizards and witches. They shunned him. And he couldn’t get a good job. He was my boy but didn’t love the land like I did. Didn’t want any dirt under his nails. Then he fell in with a bad crowd, all werewolves, making fast hard cash illegal. Eventually they were tracked down by Aurors and tried to fight. My son was killed more than fifty years ago. Hard thing. Hard thing,” Rubin said, his blue eyes glistening a bit.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Fezwig,” Isadora said, “That’s so sad.”

Rubin looked at Remus sharply.

“How do you make your living?” he asked the werewolf.

“I wash dishes at an inn, and make muggle travel arrangements for witches and wizards,” he replied quietly.

“Honest work, then,” Rubin said.

“Yes sir,” Remus replied, “I’ve always done honest work.”

“You are a smart lad then. Good character. You must have had times when you didn’t have work,” the farmer said.

“Yes sir. Then I would go door to door and do odd jobs for money, food or shelter,” Remus replied. I had a place to go transform, and I have access to wolfsbane to keep my human mind relatively intact. But I am still dangerous transformed.”

The farmer nodded. He looked at the couple.

“I tell you what. I like you folks. This werewolf is trying to live with his condition the best way he can without giving in to the temptation of crime. I only wish my son had that strength. I’ll let the barn to you for ten galleons during the full moon. It’s only one night a month after all,” the farmer said.

Ten galleons was a real deal. But still, they had to see the barn first.

“Can we see it before we make a decision, Mr. Fezwig?” Isadora asked him.

“Sure you can,” the farmer replied getting up from the table and leading them out of the house and across the field. A small barn stood isolated in the middle of a cleared field. Rubin pushed the door open and with his wand turned up some glass encased hurricane lamps. Isadora and Remus peered around.

The barn was bisected with sturdy steel bars that ran the length of it. A door sat in the middle of the bars with a heavy locking system. Behind the bars was nothing but strewn hay and a concrete slab sunk in the floor from which several long manacles snaked out. Isadora’s eyes went wide as she thought of her lover chained in this dismal place.

Remus walked up to the door and inspected the locking system, then opened it and walked over to the concrete slab, looking it over. He looked up at Rubin.

“Is it charmed?” he asked the farmer.

The farmer nodded.

“Yep, nothing can pull it up,” the farmer replied, “The manacles are charmed too. Will fit any size wrist and ankles and hold until the transformation ends. You can yank on them all night and they won’t give, and even if you did get loose, you couldn’t get through the bars or the walls. All charmed too.”

Remus yanked on the chains. They were secure.

“This is perfect. We’ll take it, Mr. Fezwig,” he said, looking at Isadora for confirmation. She nodded, though she looked rather stricken. It was an awful place. But Remus looked pleased.

The werewolf took out his purse and paid Rubin for five months worth of rental. It was his own money. He now had an account at Gringotts where his commissions were automatically deposited. Isadora had been right, they were quite generous commissions. The first thing Isadora had done when his money came in, was take him shopping. Remus meekly followed her from store to store, loaded down with packages as she selected his wardrobe. New robes, trousers and shirts. As accepting of her choices as Remus was, he took a stand on boxers. He didn’t wear them.

Now he looked like a proper wizard. He was amazed at how much better people treated him, now that he didn’t wear shabby clothes. He couldn’t help but think how shallow they all were, however. He was still the same man after all.

He and Isadora thanked Rubin and apparated back to her flat. Only she and Remus could enter this way…with the exception of Eli, who didn’t apparate but used elf magic. Remus noticed immediately that Isadora was very quiet.

“What’s wrong, Isadora?” he asked gently, walking up to her and taking both her hands in his own.

The witch looked up at him, her eyes glistening.

“That barn is so horrible. It’s like a dungeon Remus. I don’t like the idea of you being incarcerated like that,” she said.

Remus gave her a small, sad smile.

“It’s better that I be locked up than running loose, Isadora. Transformed, I am very dangerous. I could kill someone…even you,” he said softly. “I’ve never killed or bitten anyone yet, and I want to keep it that way. The barn is perfect. It is only for one night, Isadora.”

Then Remus thought about something.

“Isadora, come sit down,” he said, walking her to the sofa and helping her down, before sitting next to her, his gentle eyes meeting hers, “I want to talk to you about the days before and after my transformation. Now that I live here, and am involved with you, I am a bit worried,” he said.

“Why?” Isadora asked him.

Remus sighed. He hadn’t told her about the physical changes his body went through before transformation, specifically how he grew a foreskin and his cock became larger and more sensitive. The werewolf also became more aggressive sexually. More demanding. She was aware his mating instinct increased but not the rest of it. He needed to tell her.

“Well, I go through changes Isadora. I become more wolf-like in my urges…and there are also physical and behavioral changes that I feel you will find unpleasant and unattractive. My gentle nature is greatly compromised directly before and after the full moon, at least sexually. And…and…I grow a foreskin,” he said.

Isadora’s eyebrows rose, and her eyes flicked to his lap reflexively.

“You mean a …” and she made a draping motion with her hand, “a foreskin, as in covering everything?”

Remus nodded. Isadora was curious. She had never seen a cock with a foreskin.

“Will you show it to me?” she asked him.

Remus looked at her. She didn’t understand.

“Isadora, when I am in that state, if I show it to you, I’m going to want to use it on you. My behavior changes, Isadora. I will become what you don’t like. Forward, demanding and even controlling. What worries me most is that we are involved, and my animal half recognizes you as my mate. Usually during this time I can show restraint toward females because technically they aren’t mine, so I am not possessive or territorial concerning them. I can’t say the same about you, Isadora. Most likely if I stay here, I will want to fuck you constantly and I would be very aggressive and demanding…the things you hate in a wizard. Now that you’ve accepted me, I don’t want to lose you, Isadora.”

“But you won’t lose me, Remus,” she replied.

Remus shook his head in negation. He would act much as her husband had toward her, but without the beatings. When he took her without the influence, he felt tender towards Isadora despite the way he fucked her, and she could feel that tenderness. It was clear to the witch that he was primarily focused on giving her pleasure, satisfying her. He derived his own pleasure from doing it successfully.

When near the full moon, he suspected all he would feel would be lust and be interested in his own fulfillment. He would use Isadora’s body rather than worship it as he did now. He didn’t want her to experience him that way. She deserved to be treated with more than animal lust.

He looked at her. He needed to make her understand they needed to separate at this time.

“Anyway, I think Severus expects me to still honor the three day rule,” the wizard said, “and I think it best too. I still have my room in Knockturn alley. I think I should stay there, apparate to the barn when the transformation comes, then return there until I normalize, then return here.”

“Surely Severus doesn’t expect you to adhere to the three day rule now that we are involved!” Isadora said angrily. “If you do, that means you will be gone for a week out of each month, Remus.”

He took her hands and kissed one after the other.

“Better I be away from you a week, then ruin what we have, Isadora. When I take you, good feelings flow through me. Tender feelings. All I want to do is please you, hear you tell me you love what I do to you. Hear you call my name. Kiss and lick you all over your beautiful body, and let you know I appreciate you. During those three days, all I will think of are my own selfish needs and my own satisfaction. You’ll become a vessel, Isadora, something on which to slake my desire. I don’t want that and I know you don’t want that. I want what we have to remain untouched. Can you understand that? I don’t want to see reproach in those lovely black eyes. Or gods forbid, hurt.” he said gently, willing her to understand him.

Isadora looked at her lover. He was such a sweet, caring man. His description of what he felt and wanted when he fucked her had caused a little heat to flare in her belly. Clearly Remus thought that he would mistreat her if he stayed during his changes. If he did mistreat her, she knew most likely her feelings would change toward him, and they would cease to be lovers. Isadora wasn’t willing to suffer mistreatment, no matter how attracted she was to the wizard or how good a lover he was. She conceded it would be best if Remus did stay away rather than risk what they had.

“All right Remus,” she said softly.

The wizard sighed with relief. He had been worried Isadora would want him to stay and show her the difference in him. She wouldn’t have liked it and he would have lost her.

“Thank you for understanding Isadora,” he said, kissing her gently on the lips.

Isadora looked at him, her dark eyes getting a bit darker.

“Surely you can thank me better than that, Remus,” she said, her voice thick with desire.

“I think I can,” he replied, easing her down on the couch, flipping her over and gently pulling her to her knees.

The wizard hiked up her dress and eased her knickers down, caressing and kissing her back and buttocks as he worked at his trousers, growling low in his throat.

After lapping at her heat with his long, supple tongue, Remus soundly thanked Isadora for being so understanding.

Several times.

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A/N: Had to address the handling of the transformation and the 3-day rule Severus imposed. It seems Remus agrees wholeheartedly with this rule, especially since Isadora and he are lovers now. Initially, Isadora seemed intrigued by her lover’s pre-transformation changes, but after Remus’ very sweet explanation of why he wanted to leave during that time, she realized curiosity could kill the magic. Very glad she did. Please review.

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