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Summary: A werewolf hunter meets a werewolf, and business ensues.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Harry Potter > GeneralGreywizardFR714570112,1209 Aug 119 Aug 11Yes
Disclaimer: They all belong to either JKR or Joss and ME. Deal with it. I have.

Time Frame: Post Buffy's Season Two episode, 'Phases,' for Gib Cain, and sometime after Harry's third year and prior to his fourth year at Hogwarts.

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don’t know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: None

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: This one is unbeta'd, as all of these submissions will be.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: This is story #8 for Challenge 6471: August Fic-A-Day 2011.


Godric's Hollow, England

Yeah, he had to admit that it was kind of strange to get that letter requesting he fly over to England for a job interview, but since the letter was accompanied by a check for what was admittedly a pretty impressive amount of money 'to compensate him for his time,' he didn't see how just visiting London and discussing what the particulars of the job the letter writer had mentioned could cause any problems.

So, here he was, sitting in some godforsaken old English pub (his back to the wall, of course), drinking warm beer and eating a plate of admittedly not half-bad fish and chips, and waiting for his prospective client to show up and give him a lot more detailed information about this job he was dangling in front of his nose, aside from its "ridding society of a fair number of sociopathic criminals who are currently aiding a group of inbred bigots in terrorizing the general public."

"Mr. Cain?" a voice asked from off to his left, from a corner table he was certain had been empty when he sat down here, and he turned to discover several people gathered around the table, with all of their attention focused on him. "Would you care to join us?"

"Yeah,that's me," he nodded confirmation as he carefully got up and moved to the other table. "Who are you people?"

"My name is Remus Lupin, Mr. Cain," a tall, lean and rather worn-looking man said from his position on the opposite side of the large round table.

"And these are some of my associates," he noted, gesturing to the two people on either side of him, "Miss Tonks, and Mister Grimm."

"Okay," Cain nodded acknowledgement of the introductions. "Now that we've got the niceties out of the way, what is it you're looking for me to do for you, that you send me a pile of money just to fly across the Atlantic to meet you?"

"Is it correct, that you hunt werewolves, Mr. Cain?" the young woman (Gib guessed she was about twenty-two) asked, staring intently at him.

"I'll hunt pretty much anything, if the price is right, sweetheart," Cain declared as he gave the blonde a semi-lecherous smile. "Is that why you wanted to talk to me?"

"Tell me, Mr. Cain," Lupin asked the hunter with an intent, focused expression as he leaned forward slightly, across the table separating them, "Have you ever heard of a werewolf named Fenrir Greyback?"

FIN (for now)

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