A/N: Since it took me forever to update last time, I just thought I'd start
on this already.
Chapter Four-A Summer at the Ministry and Many New Discoveries
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"Come along, you two," Mr. Potter beamed as Sirius and James clambered down the stairs ready for the day. "First day means good impressions."
It was the third day of summer, meaning it was time for the two Marauders to begin their work at the Ministry's Auror department. Filing had to be the most boring job, but it got their foot in the door to the real world.
The three of them Flooed into the Ministry fifteen minutes earlier than usual.
"Now," Mr. Potter began as they made their way to a desk where a burly wizard sat checking wands, "we need to get a few things straight. As amusing as your antics can be boys, you need to take this seriously."
"How can you possibly imagine us doing otherwise, Mr. Potter?" Sirius asked in his best innocence voice, which could definitely fool most, but not Mr. Potter.
"I'm not kidding," he urged, telling the boys to hand their wands to the man at the desk. "You have a job in a very serious department."
"We'll be on our best behavior, dad," James said, placing his hand over his heart.
"Sirius?" James nudged him.
"Yes, Mr. Potter, best behavior," Sirius said, smiling at the older man.
"Good," Mr. Potter said, finally satisfied. He handed them back their wands. "Now, let's go. Now, I can Apparate to my office, as I've got to get there rather quickly. Can you make the rest of the way on your own?"
The two of them nodded and Mr. Potter disappeared with a pop. The two of them began walking towards the wall where twenty lifts were surrounded by lines of people. They quickly spotted someone they knew. Roselyn was conversing with fellow Gryffindor Frederick Newt. Standing off to the side was Jesimae
Frederick was quite the character, not so much as the Marauders, but it was enough. He had light brown hair and dancing blue eyes, enough to make him a runner up to James, Sirius, and Remus with the Hogwarts female population. He was the kind of person who'd laugh at the irony of life and then get on with it.
"Hey, Rosie!" Sirius cried, attracting far too much attention. Roselyn didn't have to turn around to know who it was. She simply waved, finished talking to Frederick, and then made her way over to James and Sirius. "Here already?" Sirius asked.
"Yes, Benjamin insisted on starting early. Day after term ended to be exact."
"Hâte vers le haut, Roselyn, avant que je dise le père!" Jesimae whined, looking more than just mildly interested in Sirius and James. It was now Sirius' turn to look disgusted, because Jesimae Wise reminded him of his own family, but she looked nothing like Roselyn. In fact, she looked startlingly like Josie. She had fair blonde hair that reached down slightly past her shoulders, and cold brown eyes. She would have been quite pretty if she didn't bear that cold, snobbish demeanor.
"Je viens, ainsi stoppez la pleurnicherie," she sighed. "I'll see you two later."
"Bye," Sirius and James murmured. They then made their way to the lifts, pausing when they found Peter floating around Frederick as well. "Pete!" they both called.
"Hello, James.Sirius!" Peter called, shoving his way towards them through the crowd.
"Hey, Petey!" James said, clapping the smaller boy on the back while Sirius gave a cheery wave.
The three of them rode the lifts to the Auror department, where James and Sirius got off. A beaming Mr. Potter, waiting in one of the nearer cubicles greeted them. He stood and motioned for the two boys to follow him. He led them through the door of what previously appeared to be a storage room, but turned out to be a library of information, varying from Azkaban sentencing to Death Eater attacks to werewolf bites.
"Now," Mr. Potter began, "you job is to sort through this mess and to restore some organization in here." He gestured to a mountain of files that had not yet been placed in the many shelves or cabinets in the room. "Have fun, because it's pretty self-explanatory from here."
Both teens looked around the room and groaned aloud. They exchanged the same exasperated look before setting to work on the many files that littered the floor and desks in the room. They worked until they got a lunch break, where they released all of their pent up energy from sitting in stiff wooden chairs the whole day.
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Peter was sifting through yet more plans for the Quidditch World Cup, as his father worked in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. His job for the summer, though it sounded exciting, was just keeping contact with Quidditch team managers and making sure that everything was going as planned. In other words, it was boring. He envied James and Sirius, both of them working in the Auror department, probably seeing all sorts of exciting things.
Peter sighed and turned back towards his work. Why couldn't he have at least been on the committee to help in actually organizing the Quidditch Cup?
When his lunch break rolled around, he met up with Remus, who was working in the Department of International Magic Cooperation, where his father worked. Even he seemed to have a more interesting job than he does! They talked and joked through their lunch hour until Peter had to return to his own small little corner desk where he began sending owls to foreign Ministers and such.
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Roselyn sat behind the solitary desk in the Werewolf Registry and sighed when she took in the stack of parchment before her. Whichever incompetent idiot was in charge of organizing this before did a very sore job indeed. She now had to alphabetize every single one of the four hundred ten parchments and the gruesome photographs that went with them. Why they kept photographs of such things, she'd never know.
Sighing once more, she set to work. It was two hours after the lunch break that he father had denied her when she came across a slip of parchment dated some eleven years previous. However, the date was not what had caught her undivided attention. It was the name. Her eyebrows shot up, where they disappeared into the hair that hung in front of her face to cover a bruise. With a shaking hand, she picked up the parchment.
Lupin, Remus Johnathan it read. Below that, it went into specifics, such as date of birth, date bitten and such. And very clearly, right below this, was a moving picture.
Healers hustled about in one of the white walled rooms of St. Mungo's. All of them were surrounding one bed in the center of all of this commotion. Lying there, exposed and vulnerable looking, was a six year old Remus, though not in the best state. The robes he wore were torn and his face, neck, arms, and any other visible body part were either bloody or bruised.
Roselyn ran very quickly from the small desk and wretched in the nearest trash bin. Inside her mind were several tangled thoughts. 'The boy in that bed was Remus Lupin. The Remus she knew. The Remus she'd nearly kissed that day on the train.. Not only that, but Remus is a werewolf.'
This thought kept running through her head, and Roselyn told herself that she should be scared, and she was, but not for herself. She was scared for Remus. Thanks to her father, Roselyn knew all the things that the Ministry and the rest of the wizarding world did to werewolves. She had also heard how terribly painful it is for werewolves to transform. Suddenly, that picture that was from right after he had been bitten passed in front of her eyes and she released an involuntary sob. It was hard to believe that it was the same person.
Suddenly, it all fit into place. With mounting wonder, Roselyn remembered Remus' monthly disappearances and the not-quite-believable excuses he came back with.
With a reluctant few steps, Roselyn returned to her work.
A/N: Yep, it's shorter, but there's more to come some.
Translations: Hâte vers le haut, Roselyn, avant que je dise le père! [Hurry up, Roselyn, before I tell father!]
Je viens, ainsi stoppez la pleurnicherie. [I'm coming, so quit whining.]
Chapter Four-A Summer at the Ministry and Many New Discoveries
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"Come along, you two," Mr. Potter beamed as Sirius and James clambered down the stairs ready for the day. "First day means good impressions."
It was the third day of summer, meaning it was time for the two Marauders to begin their work at the Ministry's Auror department. Filing had to be the most boring job, but it got their foot in the door to the real world.
The three of them Flooed into the Ministry fifteen minutes earlier than usual.
"Now," Mr. Potter began as they made their way to a desk where a burly wizard sat checking wands, "we need to get a few things straight. As amusing as your antics can be boys, you need to take this seriously."
"How can you possibly imagine us doing otherwise, Mr. Potter?" Sirius asked in his best innocence voice, which could definitely fool most, but not Mr. Potter.
"I'm not kidding," he urged, telling the boys to hand their wands to the man at the desk. "You have a job in a very serious department."
"We'll be on our best behavior, dad," James said, placing his hand over his heart.
"Sirius?" James nudged him.
"Yes, Mr. Potter, best behavior," Sirius said, smiling at the older man.
"Good," Mr. Potter said, finally satisfied. He handed them back their wands. "Now, let's go. Now, I can Apparate to my office, as I've got to get there rather quickly. Can you make the rest of the way on your own?"
The two of them nodded and Mr. Potter disappeared with a pop. The two of them began walking towards the wall where twenty lifts were surrounded by lines of people. They quickly spotted someone they knew. Roselyn was conversing with fellow Gryffindor Frederick Newt. Standing off to the side was Jesimae
Frederick was quite the character, not so much as the Marauders, but it was enough. He had light brown hair and dancing blue eyes, enough to make him a runner up to James, Sirius, and Remus with the Hogwarts female population. He was the kind of person who'd laugh at the irony of life and then get on with it.
"Hey, Rosie!" Sirius cried, attracting far too much attention. Roselyn didn't have to turn around to know who it was. She simply waved, finished talking to Frederick, and then made her way over to James and Sirius. "Here already?" Sirius asked.
"Yes, Benjamin insisted on starting early. Day after term ended to be exact."
"Hâte vers le haut, Roselyn, avant que je dise le père!" Jesimae whined, looking more than just mildly interested in Sirius and James. It was now Sirius' turn to look disgusted, because Jesimae Wise reminded him of his own family, but she looked nothing like Roselyn. In fact, she looked startlingly like Josie. She had fair blonde hair that reached down slightly past her shoulders, and cold brown eyes. She would have been quite pretty if she didn't bear that cold, snobbish demeanor.
"Je viens, ainsi stoppez la pleurnicherie," she sighed. "I'll see you two later."
"Bye," Sirius and James murmured. They then made their way to the lifts, pausing when they found Peter floating around Frederick as well. "Pete!" they both called.
"Hello, James.Sirius!" Peter called, shoving his way towards them through the crowd.
"Hey, Petey!" James said, clapping the smaller boy on the back while Sirius gave a cheery wave.
The three of them rode the lifts to the Auror department, where James and Sirius got off. A beaming Mr. Potter, waiting in one of the nearer cubicles greeted them. He stood and motioned for the two boys to follow him. He led them through the door of what previously appeared to be a storage room, but turned out to be a library of information, varying from Azkaban sentencing to Death Eater attacks to werewolf bites.
"Now," Mr. Potter began, "you job is to sort through this mess and to restore some organization in here." He gestured to a mountain of files that had not yet been placed in the many shelves or cabinets in the room. "Have fun, because it's pretty self-explanatory from here."
Both teens looked around the room and groaned aloud. They exchanged the same exasperated look before setting to work on the many files that littered the floor and desks in the room. They worked until they got a lunch break, where they released all of their pent up energy from sitting in stiff wooden chairs the whole day.
*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*) *(*)*(*)*
Peter was sifting through yet more plans for the Quidditch World Cup, as his father worked in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. His job for the summer, though it sounded exciting, was just keeping contact with Quidditch team managers and making sure that everything was going as planned. In other words, it was boring. He envied James and Sirius, both of them working in the Auror department, probably seeing all sorts of exciting things.
Peter sighed and turned back towards his work. Why couldn't he have at least been on the committee to help in actually organizing the Quidditch Cup?
When his lunch break rolled around, he met up with Remus, who was working in the Department of International Magic Cooperation, where his father worked. Even he seemed to have a more interesting job than he does! They talked and joked through their lunch hour until Peter had to return to his own small little corner desk where he began sending owls to foreign Ministers and such.
*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*) *(*)*(*)*
Roselyn sat behind the solitary desk in the Werewolf Registry and sighed when she took in the stack of parchment before her. Whichever incompetent idiot was in charge of organizing this before did a very sore job indeed. She now had to alphabetize every single one of the four hundred ten parchments and the gruesome photographs that went with them. Why they kept photographs of such things, she'd never know.
Sighing once more, she set to work. It was two hours after the lunch break that he father had denied her when she came across a slip of parchment dated some eleven years previous. However, the date was not what had caught her undivided attention. It was the name. Her eyebrows shot up, where they disappeared into the hair that hung in front of her face to cover a bruise. With a shaking hand, she picked up the parchment.
Lupin, Remus Johnathan it read. Below that, it went into specifics, such as date of birth, date bitten and such. And very clearly, right below this, was a moving picture.
Healers hustled about in one of the white walled rooms of St. Mungo's. All of them were surrounding one bed in the center of all of this commotion. Lying there, exposed and vulnerable looking, was a six year old Remus, though not in the best state. The robes he wore were torn and his face, neck, arms, and any other visible body part were either bloody or bruised.
Roselyn ran very quickly from the small desk and wretched in the nearest trash bin. Inside her mind were several tangled thoughts. 'The boy in that bed was Remus Lupin. The Remus she knew. The Remus she'd nearly kissed that day on the train.. Not only that, but Remus is a werewolf.'
This thought kept running through her head, and Roselyn told herself that she should be scared, and she was, but not for herself. She was scared for Remus. Thanks to her father, Roselyn knew all the things that the Ministry and the rest of the wizarding world did to werewolves. She had also heard how terribly painful it is for werewolves to transform. Suddenly, that picture that was from right after he had been bitten passed in front of her eyes and she released an involuntary sob. It was hard to believe that it was the same person.
Suddenly, it all fit into place. With mounting wonder, Roselyn remembered Remus' monthly disappearances and the not-quite-believable excuses he came back with.
With a reluctant few steps, Roselyn returned to her work.
A/N: Yep, it's shorter, but there's more to come some.
Translations: Hâte vers le haut, Roselyn, avant que je dise le père! [Hurry up, Roselyn, before I tell father!]
Je viens, ainsi stoppez la pleurnicherie. [I'm coming, so quit whining.]