Disclaimer: Cara is my personal creation, everyone else belongs to JK.
Thanks to:
Nemati: Thank you, that is actually rather comforting. And 144! That's huge, you win Lmao. Thank you for all your compliments and your reviews are always a pleasure to read.
Gh: Here you are.
Hpstoryguy: Aye, it was the Sliding doors film I was talking about. I reckon it could be interesting if like at one moment Sirius had been pulled aside. I'm pretty sure I could find a way for Cara to fit in but obviously the fic would centre around Sirius.
Elrohir lover: The poem is by an anonymous poet but I've always found it beautiful. The song's in Little Wolf? Well the first one is Gaelic I think and the second is in JR Tolkien's Quenya (I think that's how it's spelt) which is basically a form of elvish.
Redmeadow: Oh aye, drama enters the scene Dun dun dun! I'll try not to depress anyone but it may happen here and there lol.
Arigazi: Thank you, you're always so nice. And as I mentioned earlier that I too find the poem beautiful (The one I'm intending to use for Sirius from Remus is even more so). Hermione has a sense of humour dotting around but you've got to look lol. The pictures are already drawn, lol, but I unfortunately have no idea how to get them up for view. I pride myself in my art, hence the art course, so it's frustrating that I can't get them up, grr argh.
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Chapter 5 – Prejudice
Harry stepped through the elevator doorway as he cleared his throat nervously. He hoisted the files under his arm up a little higher as he followed various signs leading to the conference room.
Finally he found the room and he knocked twice clearly before a voice called him in. He smiled as he stepped through the doorway at the 4 people gathered and they returned the gesture as they stood to greet him. The animagi visibly relaxed when the familiar face of Kingsley Shaklebolt winked reassuringly at him.
"Good Morning Mr Potter, I must say it's an honour to finally meet you," A middle aged man said in a strong Scottish accent, "I'm Richard Dagda, the team Commander, and these two are my Lt. Akibimi and Sgt. Shaklebolt. This is simply Auror trainer Mari."
Shaking hands with each person in turn they all then seated themselves. Settling his degrees and CV in front of them Harry began to answer the various questions they Auror interviewers asked when suddenly someone knocked at the door.
"I believe I requested no one interrupt the interviews today?" Commander Dagda said as the female Lt stood to answer the door.
"Ah Miss Akibimi, yes sorry to interrupt but the Minister insisted I witness this interview in particular."
Harry frowned slightly as the voice rang warning bells in his head. He knew that voice but he couldn't quite place it...
"Well Commander Dagda doesn't usually allow Ministry officials to accompany the first interview as it's very nerve wracking for the potential employee." Lt Akibimi replied briskly in a cold manner...clearly these two women didn't like one another...the scene seemed familiar.
"Hem hem, well I believe that in the end it is the Minister's orders that matters."
The sky seemed to come crashing down as Harry slowly turned his head to look behind him.
Standing in the doorway wearing her toad-like smile stood Dolores Umbridge.
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"Any success on the job front?" Hermione said as she strolled beside Cara, sipping a coke. Sadly the blonde shook his head.
"Occupational hazard of being a werewolf...I just don't want to live off Harry's money, it isn't fair on him." He sighed as the woman patted his arm reassuringly. They walked into a muggle music shop called 'HMV' as the continued talking.
"Well something will come up, you have straight O's and you passed your Auror exam with flying colours." The witch said optimistically as she flicked through a chillout CD collection.
"'Prejudice is the harmful contaminant absorbed when one has acquired an insatiable taste for ego.'" The blonde recited. Hermione cocked her head at him.
"Deep, but what do you mean?"
"Basically the Minister is so obsessed with 'Wizard honour' and power that he will not risk his reputation to fight against public prejudice and give werewolves a break."
Looking at Cara sympathetically Hermione hugged him with one arm around the waist.
"We still love you though." She said as she offered him a bit of his drink making him laugh.
"Always nice to know."
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"Ah Mr Potter, so we meet again." Umbridge said in her girlish voice as she held out her hand to the man. Harry ignored it.
"I know for a fact this isn't your department." He said in a calm, cool voice. Umbridge simpered a little as she ignored the scowls that the Commander was sending her way.
"Yes, yes but you see you are such a BIG name that it was best to make sure you weren't given the job simply on title."
"Funny, the fact that he killed you-know-who was a rather large boost on his CV." Kingsley commented causing his colleagues to smirk.
"A bonus, but not the only reason to hire him." She invited herself to a chair in the corner of the room, which made Harry rub the bridge of his nose irritably.
"I don't care, should we continue Sir?" He asked politely as Umbridge scribbled down notes' mush to the annoyance of everyone else.
"Yes, why not? OK well Mr Potter, you have some extraordinary grades here from your University and your NEWT marks are just above average. It says here that Professor Mirna had given special recommendation to you for..."
"Hem hem."
Harry groaned, noting the rest of the party do so too. Obviously he wasn't the only one used to her interruptions.
"If I may interject something..." She said with a little laugh.
"No but you're going to anyway." Commander Dagda muttered under his breath.
"...But has anyone checked Mr Potter's criminal record?"
"Yes he's clear." The Lt said sharply. Umbridge scribbled down some notes.
"Mmmhmm, and what of Mr potter's personal life?"
"Yes, he doesn't do drugs, no magickal enhancing herbs or alcohol on a regular anti-social basis." The Commander sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"And his personal relationships?"
Harry frowned at her slightly. There was something in the way she had said it, slowly and deliberately that made him suspicious.
"What are you getting at?" Kingsley said in his deep voice.
"Oh it's nothing, but the Ministry has a reputation to maintain with other Nations. It's not good for us if our worker's have, how should I say this?... Have guilty little secrets." She sneered very slightly and Harry growled under his breath, his grip tightening on the arms of his chair.
"Cara?" Kingsley said shocked at the woman's dig at the kind young man.
"Ah yes, Mr Cara Faolan," She flipped through her notes until she pulled out a piece of parchment, "A registered Werewolf I believe, no offences as of yet but you can never trust these things."
Shaklebolt obviously knew what Harry's reaction would be so when the enraged animagi jumped up so did he and grabbed the young man's arm.
"You have no right to do that Dolores." The trainer Mari said with a warning tone to his voice.
"I believe it is the Ministry's right to know when they are hiring Auror's potentially influenced by dark creatures."
"Cara isn't a 'dark creature!' He is gentle & kind, and he has such a beautiful soul you can't even begin to grasp at his compassion!" Harry shouted as Kingsley restrained him.
"He is an animal Mr Potter, you must understand the Ministers concern." Umbridge said calmly, obviously enjoying the moment.
"Mr Faolan is tame Dolores, I've met him. He is the perfect gentleman and besides, an Auror's romantic partner has no place in his daily work."
Umbridge seemed shocked at the Sgt's sharp tone that Harry stopped struggling, calming himself before he pulled another Percy incident.
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"Norah Jones? This seems promising." Cara said as Hermione handed him the muggle music device.
"I could see you pottering about your little flat with that playing." The witch smirked as she scanned the CD's to help add to the two men's currently non-existent collection.
"What else?" She mused tapping her chin, "Well Harry can be intense sometimes so let's get a little rock."
Grabbing the laughing blonde's hand she pulled him over to the louder section of the shop.
"Oh, here and here. Maybe this too." She piled the selections into Cara's waiting arms.
"Can we go back to mellow? I'm not the head banging type." He asked as she looked at the sales items.
"Oh ok, come on."
As they continued to scan the racks Hermione said off hand, "You guys going to marry?"
Startled Cara coughed on air and looked at her shocked. She merely looked back at him.
"W-well, I've never thought about it." He said quietly which made the girl grin.
"Liar." She teased as he gave a little smile reluctantly.
"Well alright, I've THOUGHT about it, but just little things like writing 'Cara Potter' on my notes, the immature stuff."
He looked over at her only to sigh at the look of bliss on her face.
"Oh cute, and Cara Potter so works."
The werewolf groaned as he shook his head.
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"Well if you are quite finished Dolores." Turning back to the seething raven-haired man the Commander held out a hand.
"Mr Potter your grades and experience exceeds any that we have had interviewed before...Welcome to the British Auror Front."
Grinning widely at both the man's words and Umbridge's face Harry shook the smirking man's hand.
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AN: God I hate that bitch lol.
Thanks to:
Nemati: Thank you, that is actually rather comforting. And 144! That's huge, you win Lmao. Thank you for all your compliments and your reviews are always a pleasure to read.
Gh: Here you are.
Hpstoryguy: Aye, it was the Sliding doors film I was talking about. I reckon it could be interesting if like at one moment Sirius had been pulled aside. I'm pretty sure I could find a way for Cara to fit in but obviously the fic would centre around Sirius.
Elrohir lover: The poem is by an anonymous poet but I've always found it beautiful. The song's in Little Wolf? Well the first one is Gaelic I think and the second is in JR Tolkien's Quenya (I think that's how it's spelt) which is basically a form of elvish.
Redmeadow: Oh aye, drama enters the scene Dun dun dun! I'll try not to depress anyone but it may happen here and there lol.
Arigazi: Thank you, you're always so nice. And as I mentioned earlier that I too find the poem beautiful (The one I'm intending to use for Sirius from Remus is even more so). Hermione has a sense of humour dotting around but you've got to look lol. The pictures are already drawn, lol, but I unfortunately have no idea how to get them up for view. I pride myself in my art, hence the art course, so it's frustrating that I can't get them up, grr argh.
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Chapter 5 – Prejudice
Harry stepped through the elevator doorway as he cleared his throat nervously. He hoisted the files under his arm up a little higher as he followed various signs leading to the conference room.
Finally he found the room and he knocked twice clearly before a voice called him in. He smiled as he stepped through the doorway at the 4 people gathered and they returned the gesture as they stood to greet him. The animagi visibly relaxed when the familiar face of Kingsley Shaklebolt winked reassuringly at him.
"Good Morning Mr Potter, I must say it's an honour to finally meet you," A middle aged man said in a strong Scottish accent, "I'm Richard Dagda, the team Commander, and these two are my Lt. Akibimi and Sgt. Shaklebolt. This is simply Auror trainer Mari."
Shaking hands with each person in turn they all then seated themselves. Settling his degrees and CV in front of them Harry began to answer the various questions they Auror interviewers asked when suddenly someone knocked at the door.
"I believe I requested no one interrupt the interviews today?" Commander Dagda said as the female Lt stood to answer the door.
"Ah Miss Akibimi, yes sorry to interrupt but the Minister insisted I witness this interview in particular."
Harry frowned slightly as the voice rang warning bells in his head. He knew that voice but he couldn't quite place it...
"Well Commander Dagda doesn't usually allow Ministry officials to accompany the first interview as it's very nerve wracking for the potential employee." Lt Akibimi replied briskly in a cold manner...clearly these two women didn't like one another...the scene seemed familiar.
"Hem hem, well I believe that in the end it is the Minister's orders that matters."
The sky seemed to come crashing down as Harry slowly turned his head to look behind him.
Standing in the doorway wearing her toad-like smile stood Dolores Umbridge.
~*~
"Any success on the job front?" Hermione said as she strolled beside Cara, sipping a coke. Sadly the blonde shook his head.
"Occupational hazard of being a werewolf...I just don't want to live off Harry's money, it isn't fair on him." He sighed as the woman patted his arm reassuringly. They walked into a muggle music shop called 'HMV' as the continued talking.
"Well something will come up, you have straight O's and you passed your Auror exam with flying colours." The witch said optimistically as she flicked through a chillout CD collection.
"'Prejudice is the harmful contaminant absorbed when one has acquired an insatiable taste for ego.'" The blonde recited. Hermione cocked her head at him.
"Deep, but what do you mean?"
"Basically the Minister is so obsessed with 'Wizard honour' and power that he will not risk his reputation to fight against public prejudice and give werewolves a break."
Looking at Cara sympathetically Hermione hugged him with one arm around the waist.
"We still love you though." She said as she offered him a bit of his drink making him laugh.
"Always nice to know."
~*~
"Ah Mr Potter, so we meet again." Umbridge said in her girlish voice as she held out her hand to the man. Harry ignored it.
"I know for a fact this isn't your department." He said in a calm, cool voice. Umbridge simpered a little as she ignored the scowls that the Commander was sending her way.
"Yes, yes but you see you are such a BIG name that it was best to make sure you weren't given the job simply on title."
"Funny, the fact that he killed you-know-who was a rather large boost on his CV." Kingsley commented causing his colleagues to smirk.
"A bonus, but not the only reason to hire him." She invited herself to a chair in the corner of the room, which made Harry rub the bridge of his nose irritably.
"I don't care, should we continue Sir?" He asked politely as Umbridge scribbled down notes' mush to the annoyance of everyone else.
"Yes, why not? OK well Mr Potter, you have some extraordinary grades here from your University and your NEWT marks are just above average. It says here that Professor Mirna had given special recommendation to you for..."
"Hem hem."
Harry groaned, noting the rest of the party do so too. Obviously he wasn't the only one used to her interruptions.
"If I may interject something..." She said with a little laugh.
"No but you're going to anyway." Commander Dagda muttered under his breath.
"...But has anyone checked Mr Potter's criminal record?"
"Yes he's clear." The Lt said sharply. Umbridge scribbled down some notes.
"Mmmhmm, and what of Mr potter's personal life?"
"Yes, he doesn't do drugs, no magickal enhancing herbs or alcohol on a regular anti-social basis." The Commander sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"And his personal relationships?"
Harry frowned at her slightly. There was something in the way she had said it, slowly and deliberately that made him suspicious.
"What are you getting at?" Kingsley said in his deep voice.
"Oh it's nothing, but the Ministry has a reputation to maintain with other Nations. It's not good for us if our worker's have, how should I say this?... Have guilty little secrets." She sneered very slightly and Harry growled under his breath, his grip tightening on the arms of his chair.
"Cara?" Kingsley said shocked at the woman's dig at the kind young man.
"Ah yes, Mr Cara Faolan," She flipped through her notes until she pulled out a piece of parchment, "A registered Werewolf I believe, no offences as of yet but you can never trust these things."
Shaklebolt obviously knew what Harry's reaction would be so when the enraged animagi jumped up so did he and grabbed the young man's arm.
"You have no right to do that Dolores." The trainer Mari said with a warning tone to his voice.
"I believe it is the Ministry's right to know when they are hiring Auror's potentially influenced by dark creatures."
"Cara isn't a 'dark creature!' He is gentle & kind, and he has such a beautiful soul you can't even begin to grasp at his compassion!" Harry shouted as Kingsley restrained him.
"He is an animal Mr Potter, you must understand the Ministers concern." Umbridge said calmly, obviously enjoying the moment.
"Mr Faolan is tame Dolores, I've met him. He is the perfect gentleman and besides, an Auror's romantic partner has no place in his daily work."
Umbridge seemed shocked at the Sgt's sharp tone that Harry stopped struggling, calming himself before he pulled another Percy incident.
~*~
"Norah Jones? This seems promising." Cara said as Hermione handed him the muggle music device.
"I could see you pottering about your little flat with that playing." The witch smirked as she scanned the CD's to help add to the two men's currently non-existent collection.
"What else?" She mused tapping her chin, "Well Harry can be intense sometimes so let's get a little rock."
Grabbing the laughing blonde's hand she pulled him over to the louder section of the shop.
"Oh, here and here. Maybe this too." She piled the selections into Cara's waiting arms.
"Can we go back to mellow? I'm not the head banging type." He asked as she looked at the sales items.
"Oh ok, come on."
As they continued to scan the racks Hermione said off hand, "You guys going to marry?"
Startled Cara coughed on air and looked at her shocked. She merely looked back at him.
"W-well, I've never thought about it." He said quietly which made the girl grin.
"Liar." She teased as he gave a little smile reluctantly.
"Well alright, I've THOUGHT about it, but just little things like writing 'Cara Potter' on my notes, the immature stuff."
He looked over at her only to sigh at the look of bliss on her face.
"Oh cute, and Cara Potter so works."
The werewolf groaned as he shook his head.
~*~
"Well if you are quite finished Dolores." Turning back to the seething raven-haired man the Commander held out a hand.
"Mr Potter your grades and experience exceeds any that we have had interviewed before...Welcome to the British Auror Front."
Grinning widely at both the man's words and Umbridge's face Harry shook the smirking man's hand.
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AN: God I hate that bitch lol.