Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 94 ~ Remus Succumbs

The night before Remus was to leave for his room in Knockturn Alley for the next week he and Isadora made passionate love for hours, the wizard memorizing every inch of the witch’s body with his lips and tongue, covering her with caresses, kisses, licks, nips and snuffles, wrapping himself in her ebony locks, tasting her skin and her flavor over and over until she was begging him to take her, and take her he did, to plateau after plateau of pleasure before resuming his gentle, thorough worship of her body. There was no part of Isadora Snape that Remus Lupin didn’t know intimately by touch, scent and taste.

Hermione had succeeded in adapting several wards that Remus would not be able to pass, the final ward being a repelling spell that would literally toss him away from the flat if he approached within six feet of it. She had locked them with her own and Severus’ signatures so anyone else would be hard put to take them down. If Isadora wanted to leave her flat, she had to go to Severus’ house via floo and journey to her destination from there. In the evenings, she would depart to her son’s home and spend the night there, spoiling the babies and chatting with Hermione. Severus was in his lab for most of the evening, diligently working on a cure for Remus.

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His first day away from Isadora was fine. Remus put in some day hours at the Three Broomsticks. He found he had no urges for sex at all, which was different being that he was in the presence of several witches. That is he had no urges for the witches. Isadora was a ghost in the back of his mind that he had to exorcise. Memories of loving her the night before sprung up and he forced them down, but he could handle it.

That night he had erotic dreams and whimpered in his sleep as he took her over and over again. The next day found him apparating a distance down the street from her flat and watching to see if he could catch a glimpse of her. But the wards were up and she couldn’t leave the house. He walked by a couple of times to see if he could see her through the window, but the curtains were drawn. He went home feeling frustrated, and his dreams were more vivid than the night before.

The third day was a waking nightmare for the wizard. He had completed his physical manifestation and had a sustained erection almost the entire day. He didn’t leave his room, and tried to occupy his time reading through the piles of travel brochures he’d brought with him. But he could smell Isadora on his clothing and the scent of her kept him in a constant state of arousal. The wizard spent several hours pacing his room naked, like a caged animal, growling as he thought of her soft warm body, and her voice crying out in pleasure. She was like a subtext in his head and he couldn’t rid himself of her. He needed Isadora desperately. About ten o’clock that evening, Remus could take it no longer, wrapped his robes around his naked body and apparated to muggle London.

Her flat was dark as Remus approached it, whining in the back of his throat as he entered the walkway. Instead of going to the door, he circled the flat, walking along the side of it, and to the back, seeking some sign that she was in there. He tried to approach the back door and was pushed back. He growled and attempted it again. A repelling ward. He pulled out his wand angrily and attempted to drop the ward, but it wouldn’t fall. He tried again and again but it remained strong. Finally the wizard resorted to dark magic, something he hadn’t used in years, and succeeded in isolating a small area of the ward, and burning a temporary hole through it while the rest of it remained intact.

Remus climbed through and found other wards protecting the door. Lost to desire, the wizard continued to use the dark spells he knew to bore a way in. Finally he reached the door and opened it with a simple Alohamora spell. He entered the house stealthily, lighting his wand so he could see. He began to sniff, seeking the witch out, combing the entire house for her. He found a fresh scent and followed it to the floo. He snarled when he tossed a handful of floo powder into it, and the flames didn’t turn green. He knew she was at Severus’ house and was so desperate to find her, he would have followed her there, and dueled the dark wizard to get at her.

Finding Isadora beyond his reach, Remus hoarsely howled her name in frustration several times, before dropping on to the sofa dejectedly. He could still smell the scent of their encounters in the cushion, and placed his face against it, snuffling deeply.

Gods, she should be here for him, willing and waiting.

Remus stood up and walked into her bathroom, opened her hamper and dug through the clothing, whining as he searched for something that smelled of them both. He found the dress she had worn when he ‘thanked’ her and put it against his nose. Yes, it smelled very strongly of sex, of her scent and his combined. He snuffled it deeply several times as he closed the hamper and exited her bathroom, taking the dress with him.

Remus exited the flat, having to spell his way out much the same way he got in, the wards having resealed themselves. He apparated back to his room in Knockturn Alley from the backyard. He removed his robes and threw them on a chair, dropping into the bed, clutching Isadora’s dress against his face as he burned for her. He lay there growling, breathing in their mingled scent.

At least he knew he could get past Hermione’s wards.

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The next morning, Hermione accompanied Isadora back to her flat. After looking out of the window carefully, searching for any sign of Remus, she removed the wards so Isadora could retrieve the morning paper. When she picked up the paper and turned to re-enter the flat, Isadora noticed a note taped to her front door. She pulled it off and read it, looking perplexed as she walked back inside, closing the door. Hermione quickly replaced the wards. She saw Isadora staring at the note.

“What is it Isadora?” she asked curiously, walking up to the witch and standing beside her so she could read the piece of paper.

“A note from the neighbors, complaining about my dog howling last night and saying I shouldn’t leave him alone in the house if I’m going to be out,” she said. “But I don’t have a dog.”

Hermione stiffened immediately and went into defensive mode. She whispered a spell and a shimmer appeared before slowly fading.

“Shit. Remus was here. In the flat. I just identified his signature,” Hermione said, her amber eyes glancing about the flat suspiciously. “Take out your wand, Isadora. If he’s here, we’re going to have to hex him or most likely he’ll go for you.”

Isadora drew out her wand and began to follow Hermione, who was carefully walking through the flat as quietly as she could.

“How could he get through your wards, Hermione?” Isadora whispered to her, her black eyes darting about as they checked room after room.

“I have no idea,” Hermione whispered. “Even Severus can’t crack my wards in one day. Remus must have done it in hours, if not minutes.”

The two witches checked the entire house. Remus wasn’t there.

“Did you notice anything out of place?” Hermione asked her mother-in-law, who looked a bit dazed. Remus had broken into her flat looking for her.

“No…no nothing,” she replied.

Hermione straightened and walked toward the back door. She took down the wards.

“What are you doing?” Isadora asked her, sticking close.

“I’m going to check the wards to see if I can figure out what he did to get in here,” she said, opening the door and walking outside. Isadora followed her.

Hermione put the wards back up and did a diagnostic on them. She paused.

“Traces of dark magic. Remus used dark magic to get in. I forgot he was the Dark Arts teacher for a year. Obviously he has more skills than we imagined.”

She turned to Isadora.

“You’re going to have to come back with me, Isadora. You aren’t safe here,” Hermione said to the witch.

Isadora looked hesitant.

“If he went through all this, maybe I should go see him,” she said.

Hermione shook her head.

“I wouldn’t advise that Isadora. You promised Severus that you would follow the rules. He might stop working on the cure,” Hermione said, “Besides, Remus isn’t the Remus you know now. You can’t trust him to be…to be a gentleman.”

“Severus isn’t going to stop working on the cure,” Isadora said as they walked back in the house. “He’ll continue to work on it in order to protect me, especially since Remus lives with me. I really think I need to go see him, Hermione. I have a feeling he needs me.”

Hermione scowled at her mother-in-law.

“He needs you all right. Needs to bore a hole right through you. Really Isadora…Remus warned you off him himself. Are you going to go against his wishes and risk having something terrible happen between you? He might grab you and rape you in his condition. Not only will that hurt you, but imagine how he will feel when he comes back to himself? Not only will he have lost you, but he will have committed a crime against you and be sent to Azkaban, if Severus doesn’t kill him first. Don’t go to him, Isadora. I know you care for him, but it will be a huge mistake that can cost you whatever happiness you’ve found with him,” Hermione pleaded.

Isadora looked at the witch.

“I bet Severus has his hands full when you two argue,” she said, then sighed. “You’re right, Hermione. I won’t go. But how will I work?”

“Work is going to have to take the back position on the broom, Isadora. Your safety is more important than your work right now,” Hermione said evenly. She knew what Isadora was feeling. When she was working on a project, she hated to be disrupted. And this was Isadora’s livelihood.

Hermione thought of something.

“Well, Remus will be at that barn tonight. Severus can accompany you back here tonight and watch over you while you catch up on your work. That’s the only other option I can think of Isadora,” Hermione said, picking up some floo powder and tossing it into the fireplace. Nothing happened.

“Damn, we forgot to open it back up before we left this morning,” she said as Isadora printed out some paperwork from her computer, scanned the printouts and gathered up several brochures.

“I suppose I can at least do part of the work by hand…go prehistoric,” she quipped, approaching Hermione. “I still can’t believe Remus got in here.”

Hermione looked thoughtful as they approached the front of the flat, preparing to leave.

“I think Severus suspected he would. He’s always had faith in my wards, but he refused to let you spend the night here alone despite them. Remus is a very powerful wizard, Isadora. More powerful than I realized. I guess because of the way he had to live it just never registered that he could be so strong magically. He had to be desperate to resort to dark magic though. It’s not exactly illegal because it has its uses, but is definitely frowned upon. And I just know the officials at the Ministry would have bugbears if they knew a werewolf were using it.”

Isadora looked thoughtful as she and Hermione disillusioned themselves and Hermione removed the wards.

“Severus has to find that cure soon,” she said softly, “Remus could get himself in a lot of trouble otherwise. I don’t want that. Especially because of me.”

Although she couldn’t see her, Hermione turned toward her mother-in-law.

“Isadora, don’t start feeling guilty about this. You are the best thing that has ever happened to Remus. He is happy probably for the first time in his life since he made friends at Hogwarts. And they’re all dead now. His health has been improving. You almost wouldn’t know he had a malady now by looking at him. And I’m sure that’s because of you. You’ve made his life so much better, Isadora, in so many ways. Don’t do an “I’ll leave him for his own good.” If you leave him, it would probably destroy him. It would be too cruel. Plus you care for him. You would both be miserable.”

Hermione had effectively nipped that very thought in the bud.

“Severus will find a cure for him, Isadora. He loves you too much not to,” Hermione added, “He wants you safe and happy. He knows Remus makes you happy, and despite his personal reservations, he wants to keep you that way. Don’t worry. Your son is a brilliant man.”

“Yes…yes he is Hermione. And a good one,” Isadora replied, somewhat heartened by her daughter-in-law. She reached out, waving her hand toward the small shimmer that was Hermione, found her and pulled the witch against her in a warm embrace.

“Thank you daughter-in-law. You make a lot of sense. Severus was wise to marry you,” she said against Hermione’s hair. She kissed the witch’s temple, then let her go. Hermione felt a strong wash of love for her mother-in-law flow over her. She was an amazing woman.

“Let’s get to the house,” Isadora said.

“I have grandbabies to spoil.”

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A/N: Wow. Remus was on point wasn’t he? Good thing Isadora wasn’t there. Nice moments between her and Hermione. Good thing Hermione is so persuasive. Isadora could have made a terrible mistake going to see Remus. Hmm, this story is getting pretty Isadora/Remus heavy. But drat it, the storyline is so compelling I can’t help writing about them. Sigh. Well, please review and let me know your thoughts about it. Thanks.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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