A.N. — After a rather unremarkable Death Eater, here's the first of two straight Aurors stuck guarding Hogsmeade with the dementors during the hunt for Sirius Black. At least they had Tonks for company. I, personally, would like some reviews for company...
319. Proudfoot
It was cold on the high street of Hogsmeade in the middle of November. Adding a hundred soul sucking wraiths to the normal Scottish chill made this winter the worst in Proudfoot's memory. Of course, that could just be the effect of the dementors. But why had he wanted to be an Auror again?
They weren't going to find Sirius Black doing foot patrols through the most well-known wizarding settlement in Britain, but the Ministry had to be seen to be doing something. And while the bigwigs got to sit all cozy in their offices under London, Proudfoot thanklessly shivered.