Hangover Days
In which a drunken Professor Lupin offers Harry alcohol in his office.
Harry Potter was moping about the castle. He hadn't been allowed to go to Hogsmeade because his parents were dead, the Muggles were borderline-abusive, and Sirius Black was still just a murderer on the loose trying to kill him in his sleep.
Harry liked dwelling on dark things. Oh, so angsty. So, he continued moping through the halls, oblivious to the happy students enjoying the weekend. Oblivious to Peeves throwing chalk at his head. Oblivious to Filch shouting about his suspicious attitude.
As he moped about, he was yanked into an office. He stopped moping. He was in Professor Lupin's office.
Professor Lupin walked over to his desk and sat down. "Ihearjamopinboutthecastleharrah" Lupin said.
"… Sorry, what?" Harry couldn't understand what the hell Lupin was trying to say.
Lupin sighed and pushed his hair back. Harry smelt 40 years worth of London Dry on his breath. The Professor was sloshed.
"I hearja was mopin' bout the castle" Lupin said slower, but not really much more clearly. Harry still managed to get the gist of it.
"Oh. Yeah, well, I can't go to Hogsmeade while all my friends get to, so I'm kind of pissed off," Harry shrugged.
"Aye, yer mother was a fine woman Harrah, she be there for me when no other dame was! The fire in her eyes made Jack Daniels seem like ginger ale!"
"Er… Sure." Harry shifted uncomfortably.
The Professor sighed again and pulled out a bottle and some glasses from the desk drawer.
"Can I interest you in a belt of scotch?" Lupin dangled the bottle attractively.
"Is that even legal here?!"
"It's Scotland! Everyone knows the kids are bathed in whiskey anyway."
"Yeah, but it's 9 in the morning!"
Lupin shrugged, "More for me then!" He spared the glasses and took a long pull from the bottle. After slamming it down on the table, he looked at Harry, "Makes the aspirin go down easier."
"Are you sure it's wise to mix medication and alcohol, sir?"
"Harry, this is the wizarding world. Two thousand years of magical discovery and we might not have made a hangover cure yet, but we can certainly stop drugs from interacting with eachother!"
Harry sat there in an awkward silence while Lupin took another pull from the bottle. Suddenly he blurted, "Well maybe it can be said that I have a problem."
Shrugging, Professor Lupin fell backward out of his chair and was fast asleep on the floor.
Harry stood up slowly and hesitated before saying "Uh… I'm gonna go now Professor." Hearing no response, he took his leave.
Harry spent the rest of the morning in the library, catching up on homework. Professor Lupin spent the morning drinking scotch and urinating in the Grindylow tank, much to its displeasure.
Fin.
Quick little chapter that came to me last night. Drunken!Lupin isn't really anything new, but I think I put a bit of a spin on it with the office scene from PoA and such.
Let me know what you think. See you next Saturday!
