Spells and Handcuffs (Remus Lupin)

The Job

"When I will see you again? "I asked him, while I was looking to collect my bag and shoes from last night.

"I'm leaving for Galway today. I was offered a job in the area. Old acquaintances of Dumbledore. It's not something much, but at least the people there aren't interested in this anti-werewolf legislation" the last words were soaked with a lot of pain and anger that I hadn't seen in him. I stroked his cheek, his features relaxed slightly, but he didn't look me in the eye, he was focused on some point far behind me. He sighed wearily shortly afterward and turned to me, "Don't worry about me. The first week will be quite intense, but by the end, I will find a way to get out and see you. " He kissed me goodbye. "Send greetings to Sirius from me."

A whole week without him. That thought bothered me from within. I always considered myself an introvert, I preferred to be alone, immersed in books, coffee, and my own thoughts. But now I couldn't imagine all this without wanting Remus to be by my side. Even Sirius noticed my rotten mood.

"What's going on, sweetling?" Why is this mood?

"Not that I have the right to complain about something, but I'm dying of boredom. I want to do something, to occupy my thoughts, to intrigue me. Do you think that I can apply for a position in the Ministry? I have no plan for my future and that is quite depressing. And I can't count on your money forever. "

"A lot of people wouldn't complain about that," he smiled at me. "If you only care about money, don't worry. I have enough. After I die, I'll leave everything to you and Harry. But if you want something to make you feel useful, I understand. Have you ever thought about what you want to do?

"I don't know - at school I was good at Transfiguration, Charms and .... Curses. I know languages too. "

"How many? "

"I do not know the exact number, somewhere around 140. "

"How manyyyyyy?" he looked at me in disbelieve."Bartemius Crouch Senior will kill for you to take you to his Department. "

"Is that the mustachioed man with short gray hair split in two? He was at the Triwizard Tournament. Honestly, it seems a little sinister to me. "

"He's a great wizard, Barty Crouch, powerfully magical — and power-hungry. Oh, never a Voldemort supporter. No, Barty Crouch was always very outspoken against the Dark Side. But... I would say he became as ruthless and cruel as many on the Dark Side. He was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement during the First Wizarding War, and a candidate for Ministry of Magic, but when the war ended he was demoted to the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He had a reputation for "fighting fire with fire", exhibiting the sort of ruthlessness and brutality against criminals that could be compared to some Death Eaters to their victims. "

"Why was he demoted?"

"His own son was a Death Eater and had helped drive two Aurors — Alice and Frank Longbottom — insane through use of the Cruciatus Curse. During the trial against his son, Crouch did not make any difference for it despite his son being among the convicts. Ignoring his son and wife's pleas, as well as the apparently not completely certain evidence that his son was guilty in the first place, he sentenced him to Azkaban for life, while cruelly claiming that he had no son. In fact, his decision was met with the roaring approval of the court. In my opinion, and by all accounts, this court was nothing more than a sham trial for Crouch Snr. to express his hatred for his son and to publicly disown him in front of the entire Wizengamot. "

"Terrible story, this does not help me in my choice of where to apply for a job. "

"Forget it, Crouch is unscrupulous, but he's a good leader. And now I heard that they urgently need people in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, especially during the tournament. Someone who knows how to speaks with trolls would be useful to them. " he winked at me