Dobby looked over his short plan, One, get Harry to Beauxbatons, Two, save whoever Lucius gave the book to, Three, make sure Harry Potter the Greatest Wizard ever grew up to be the Greatest Greatest Wizard Ever. So far, he was doing well, but the second task would be tricky, he couldn't impede upon his master's wishes, but he could interpret them creatively. Lucius was going to give the book to some poor sap, a risky plan, he couldn't just take the book away though. Lucius had told him to keep it a secret, as a proud house elf it was his job to make sure that it was kept a secret.

Dobby thought for a while before a great awkward smile took shape on his face. Dobby had a plan.

Minerva Mcgonagall cast the spell again confirming that the letter was real and in no way a fake. She frowned while tapping her wand on the side of her robes, Albus was going to lose his mind and she was going to have to put up with it. Steeling herself she walked down into the dungeons and found Severus, handing him the letter for him to read.

Watching his eyebrows raise to his forehead as he read it he nodded at her, "Best not to tell him alone." Albus stood staring out the window watching Fawkes fly circles when they entered his office.

"Albus, I have a letter you should read."

"I'm assuming it's urgent Minerva?" Albus said with a bit of impatience in his voice, she could sympathize he led a busy life and summer time was one of the few times he had uninterrupted quiet.

"It may be," she said refusing to commit to a position.

Albus turned on her flashing her a smile, and took the letter and sat down in one fluid motion. Reading it quickly he finished and looked at Severus, "I'm surprised you aren't celebrating."

Severus raised an eyebrow before responding, "I'm surprised you aren't panicking."

"Sometimes I think neither of you give me nearly enough credit, he's a boy and he just learned about our world, Beauxbatons is a fine institution, and he will be safe there, Madame Maxine is a careful Headmistress, they in fact have a better safety record than Hogwart's herself."

Minerva twitched at his response before asking incredulously, "It really doesn't bother you?"

"What should I do? Act like some stuck up idiot and try and force him to do things my way? He's twelve Minerva, and I'm far too old to go wandering about political offices trying to get him to return to Britain. Even if I were to succeed, it would cost me many favors and much worse it would make the boy indignant. You know as well as I do that Beauxbatons provides a more comprehensive education than Britain, loathe as I am to admit it." He sighed and put one of his hands out as if asking the universe for a break.

Severus snorted before saying, "Probably better for his ego to be in a place where everyone isn't worshipping the ground he walks on either."

"Even I am not so blind to see how uncomfortable he was here with all the attention," Minerva said with a stiff nod.

"It's really quite simple anyway, I know for a fact that Beauxbatons needs a Counterspells instructor, who do we know that I could send that is quite adept at that field and would have an invested interest in keeping Mr. Potter safe?"

Minerva grinned, "Remus Lupin."

Harry sat over his parchment nibbling on the end of his quill. He had suddenly understood what he had been bashing his head against all last year that Snape had spent all his timing talking around. If you don't probably crush the Grim teeth than the potion loses its potency. It was also why ingredients like Grim teeth were in every potion and why the crushing and heating of them was so important.

Ancient potion making a caudron made one potion maybe two, with the added potency the modern cylinder sized potions became possible. There it was staring him in the face and he had missed it for a whole year. Madeline was amazing, she had picked apart what he knew of potions and had assigned him just the right reading and tasks to fill in the gaps he had. He smiled, if this was what learning potions was really like, he could learn to like it a great deal.

Standing up in his room, and it was his room, he didn't have to share. Harry walked around the room reveling in both its size and its comfort. He had never had a space he could really call his own and this was like a dream come true. He had truly enjoyed the letter from Hermione that she had sent as a response, she had been truly kind telling him she could understand after almost dying why he might want to find a different place to go to school, he had grimaced a bit when reading it realizing he had been more callous to her than she deserved, but he had invited her to come visit any time, and she had said that her parents had planned a trip to France the following year and she would be sure to try and see him.

Everything was just going so well, it made Harry nervous, but something else sizzled inside him for the first time he could remember a feeling he couldn't quite describe but he was almost certain it was called hope.

Remus Lupin looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile, Albus had lent him some money and he was standing in new clothes, and he was clean. It caused him to feel a pang of guilt knowing he had really lost his way after he was told that due to being a werewolf he would never be allowed near Harry. It wasn't even Albus's fault that was just the law in Britain.

Now he was wearing new clothes, was about to interview for a job he was eminently qualified for, and with only a bit of luck he'd finally get to meet part of his family. The hard part for him was how to tell Harry, he wasn't like James, he didn't have that natural charisma, but he had waited almost twelve years to see Harry again, and steeling himself he decided he wouldn't waste it.

Stepping through the floo he found himself in a room with two veela, a half giantess, and an older gentleman. Stepping forward he greeted them, "Thank you for having me, I am Remus Lupin."

Standing up from her chair the half giantess greeted him back, "I am Madame Maxine Headmistress of Beauxbatons, are you comfortable with continuing the rest of the interview in French Mr. Lupin?"

Remus responded with a smirk saying, "Oui."

The Veela to his left said, "I am Deputy Headmistress Neva, Albus forwarded on your qualifications, we are looking for a Professor of Counter Spells, as you are probably aware the ICW does not recognize your mastery in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but does consider it an equivalent to Mastery in Counterspells and a ICW-WL Five in Mind Arts and Charms. The mastery in Counterspells is enough for you to be qualified for the position."

Remus nodded before the Veela on his right continued where Neva had left off, "I am Deputy Headmistress Angela, normally our interviews consist of a specific set of questions asked under the influence of mind magics, but you are a werewolf so that clearly won't work. The alternative is for you to cast a Wealing Charm, is that acceptable?"

Remus nodded, drawing his wand and casting his charm in the air, where a flame of cool grey color began to dance, it would reveal whether his answer was of benefit to the listener or not, a white color showing that his answer benefitted the viewer, a black color showing that it did not, and grey being neutral. Not quite as useful as Veritaserum or various mind magics, but better than nothing.

"For what purpose do you wish to be employed at Beauxbatons?" the older man asked without preamble.

Remus stared at the flame and turned his wand, ushering a thought towards it, it turned white to him so he responded, "A few reasons, the first is that it is almost impossible to find employment in Britain as a werewolf, the second is that I was friends with Harry Potter's parents and want to keep an eye on him, the third is Albus asked me to. As you know Harry Potter is a person of interest for the people of Great Britain, and Albus wants to guarantee his safety, both for Harry's own benefit and also to make sure that relations with France continue to strengthen."

Madame Maxine nodded and the interview continued for a while, they asked him various questions, about his goals as a teacher, his various accolades, he demonstrated spells, and talked about theory, discussed various interesting points in the history of certain spells and their counterspells. Remus's smile grew as the interview went on, slowly sliding into the comfort of his academics. It was a few hours before the interview ended, Remus took it as a good sign that they were discussing salary at the end. With a little bit of a jump in his step he floo'd out thinking of his future positively for the first time in many years.