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Yes, many essential jobs require Potions skills either in terms of making, recognizing or both. Law enforcement is a biggie. Healing would be another big one as many potions are used for medical purposes.

This coming Sunday is Father's Day. Happy Father's Day, all. To any expectant fathers who may be reading this, congratulations and good luck on naming your sons and daughters.

Meanwhile, as Harry, Amy, Susan, Hannah, Sirius, Remus, Heather, and Amelia were finishing up their dinner at Abbott Manor, Voldemort, still in his hideout in the Albanian forest, received a huge jolt of hope for himself.

Though he did not know that most of the Horcruxes had been destroyed, the news of the deaths of Snape, Lucius, Dumbledore, and Wormtail had despirited Voldemort and caused a sense of pessimism to run through his veins.

It reached a point where Voldemort felt like he had only one hope left, and he couldn't be sure how likely that hope was to come true.

But, on this night, something happened that bolstered Voldemort's confidence in his ability to return himself to both a body and to power.

On this night, Barty Crouch Jr. appeared in person in the Albanian forest where Voldemort was taking refuge.

He arrived wearing his invisibility cloak and Voldemort could sense movement.

"Who's there?" demanded Voldemort in an edgy voice.

"It's me, Barty Crouch Jr!" exclaimed Crouch Jr. proudly as he took off his invisibility cloak and allowed Voldemort to see that it was him.

"Oh, Barty!" said Voldemort in a hungry voice, "You managed to find me here. You managed to come to me in person."

"Yes, I recently began to fight my father's Imperius Curse, " said Crouch Jr. passionately, "During those times was I myself, I thought only of returning to you, of serving you. Tonight, I escaped from the house and came directly to you."

"Good, good, " said Voldemort in his usual icy voice, "Anything I should know?"

"I guarantee you that my father will sack Winky immediately, " said Crouch Jr. clearly, "Winky will be distressed at being presented with clothes, but she will likely quickly find another position."

"So, " smirked Voldemort in a smug and confident voice, "We don't have to worry about the stupid house elf ever again. From our point of view, she's by the by."

"My father could still be a threat, " said Crouch Jr. warningly.

"In what way?" demanded Voldemort coldly.

"To share information, " said Crouch Jr. nervously, "My father knows that I have sought you. He is likely to inform people that I am alive and a threat to help you return to power. That could complicate things."

"This is easily dealt with, " said Voldemort frostily, "I take it you still have your wand?"

"Of course, I have my wand!" cried Crouch Jr. indignantly, "I'm not so dumb or careless as to lose my wand now!"

Voldemort had a gleam in his eyes now.

"One plan has had to change, " Voldemort told Crouch Jr, silkily, "With Wormtail dead, you will have to be the one to provide me with flesh from a servant for my Revival Potion."

Next nanosecond, a look of blazing passion came into Crouch Jr.'s eyes and an insane grin seemed to cover his whole face.

"It shall be my highest honor to provide the flesh from a servant required for your return, my lord, " said Crouch Jr. passionately, "Every iota of pain I will feel when I cut my hand off will feel like a gift to you, my master. I will do anything for you, risk anything for you, give anything for you."

"You shall be honored beyond your dreams, Barty, " said Voldemort smoothly, "You are my faithful servant. Now, are you ready to risk everything for me?"

"It is my greatest desire to serve you and to prove myself to you, my lord, I am ready, " said Crouch Jr. insanely, "There is nothing in the world I desire more than to serve you and to earn your honor, my lord."

"Then, " said Voldemort hungrily, "There is a service that I require from you before we may proceed any further."

"I'm ready!" said Crouch Jr., "What service do you require, My Lord? I'm fully prepared to do whatever it is whenever you order it!"

"I need you to kill your father, " said Voldemort clearly.

"Just to be clear, " Crouch Jr. asked Voldemort to confirm, "You need me to kill my father."

"Yes," confirmed Voldemort lazily.

"It shall be my honor to ensure the continued rise of the Dark Order-" began Crouch Jr.

"ENOGUH TALK!" screamed Voldemort, "GO FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!"