Ch. 16 Advice

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AN: I've been on enforced hiatus, sorry. My updates are still going to have to be sporadic, but better. Anything that Janie says that seems to be gibberish will be explained at the end of the chapter or in it, if there is no explanation let me know because it is a gross typo.

Janie groaned as she got dressed, she had not slept well for five nights now and her shields were being weakened as a result of it. Ah, Nuada, this has got to stop. She had been disturbed the past six days with an overwhelming sense of depression. Janie had first become aware of the intrusion on her shields on the train. She had merely reinforced them and gotten on with life. Six days and five nights later she was sick of it. She had a good idea of who her problem was thanks to the dreams. Every night she got to watch Sirius fall through the Veil at least once. That lasted until those fool sword dreams started and those were her own.

Janie snagged her purse and went to breakfast still mulling over the problem of getting the cause of her problems alone. The boy's a good actor I'll give him that. Acting can't heal though, and that's what he needs. And I can make him mad and not worry about it.

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Janie selected a brown owl from the owlrie to deliver her carefully worded letter. She watched the owl fly off then hurried towards the now empty transfiguration classroom.

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Harry was watching Ron and Hermione play chess. Hermione was as usual, losing. Harry jumped when an owl landed on his lap. Thinking the owl had the wrong person he checked the address, but it was for him. He unfolded the square of paper to find a very brief note.

Harry,

I really need to talk with you, BAD. Please meet me in the Transfiguration classroom as soon as you get this. If you don't want to came send this owl back to me saying so.

LJ JL

His curiosity piqued Harry made his way to the classroom.

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He certainly was not expecting to find Janie sitting at a desk scribbling furiously in a notebook. As soon as she heard him enter she put the pen in her hair and closed the notebook. "You wanted to talk?", Harry asked puzzled.

"Yeah, look, I'm not trying to be rude, but you really need to deal with your grief."

"I need to what?"

"You heard me. You may be able to fool everyone else into thinking you've come to terms with Snuffles' death but your not fooling me."

"How do you know what I'm feeling?", he growled at her. How dare she presume to know what he felt? And how dare she be right?

"Ever hear of Empathy? No? it means that I can feel everything you or anyone else feels, and right now dai-trrrrei you're hurting. Talk to someone, for the love of all that's good and holy. You will feel better and we both can get some sleep. Not to mention that you can get on with your life." With that she stalked out of the room.

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Harry paced the halls fuming; who did she think she was to tell him what she was feeling? She didn't watch Sirius fall through the Veil. She didn't have to live with the choice of being a murderer or victim. She had-

"Mr. Potter!" Harry turned to see Professor Lupin striding towards him. "I wanted to talk to you about your decision to become an Auror, and where in the division you want to go."

"Where I go?", he echoed confused, an Auror was an Auror as far as he knew.

"MmmHmm, there are a few areas you could specialize in. If you don't mind we could talk in my office, unless of course you have plans.", she said. Harry shrugged and followed her into her office. As they got settled Ria asked him, "Have you thought about what your interests are as far as Auror work?" Harry shook his head as he took in the rooms current décor. There were several cartoons cut from the Daily Prophet on the walls along with pictures of Remus, Ria, Janie and another woman smiling down at them.

"No Professor, isn't this against Educat-", he started.

"Oh, lord, not them. I got almost all of those revoked.", she interrupted.

"How did you-"

Ria laughed dryly and replied, "Let's just say that I didn't volunteer for this job. I said I wouldn't do it unless Fudge revoked Dolores's policies, I figured he wouldn't do it and he called my bluff."

"Who's the other woman in the pictures?"

"That's Sasha, my not-quite sister-in-law." Seeing his confused look she said, "Just one of the odd laws werewolves live with. Which brings me back to my original purpose for asking you here. Do you know any of the special fields?" When he shook his head she said, "Thought not. The first field is infiltration, people who are good at disguise generally go into this area. Then you have people like Alastor Moody who specialize in the actual hunting and capturing of dark wizards. Those are the only two fields that employ more than two people at a time. The rest of the fields are managed by at least one qualified Auror and sometimes a trainee. The most popular is the St. Mungo's liaison. What that person does is basically to make sure that the hospital is protected and to keep the rest of us informed if one of our own is badly injured. The second field you could go into is as the liaison for the regular Magical Law Enforcement Squad. We often work hand in hand with them to catch criminals. The last field is my job, Lycanthropic liaison." She chuckled ruefully and said, "I can tell you from experience that it is a thankless, but fulfilling job. I have found myself doing things that had nothing to do with my job description, but it was always worth it. What you mainly do is stay in shape, shuffle paper, and visit the clan.

I would like for you to think about where you want to go. When you've decided then I can help you with extra lessons if you like."

Harry rose and shook her hand saying, "Thank you Professor."

"Your welcome, if you have any questions just ask."

"I will.", he promised and left.

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Back in the common room he pulled Ron and Hermione aside and said, " I need to talk to you."

An: I had meant originally to bring this into play later in the story, but Werewolves and wolflings are able to communicate with each other and real-wolves through vetari or wolf language, sort of like Parslemouths.

dai- trrrrei literally translates to heart-cousin. draw your own conclusions.