auror

In recent years, he'd met the younger Gryffindor in Diagon Alley, where Dennis was a shop assistant at Ollivanders.

Draco's Auror team had talked with him about a wand counterfeiting case two or three years ago.

Draco took a deep breath and summoned parchment, paper, and quill.

"Astoria, uh, my Floo is open.

"Perhaps not whatever this Curse of Thirty is that you're speaking of, but I'm, I'm fairly certain that the Curse of Two Hundred Moons will." With these words, her head fell forward to his chest, and she curled herself against him, her great heaving sobs uncontrollable as she wept.

Draco racked his brain at a loss.

As an Auror, he'd come across a great number of curses, but marriage curses, not typically being criminal in nature, weren't his purview.

"Tori, uh, forgive my ignorance, but what is the Curse of Two Hundred Moons?" It was her turn to be confused.

You're not about to go to blows.

But Scrimgeour, who regularly has a career as an Auror, is willing to get his hands dirty.

So I think he is more of a fist fighter than Cornelius ever would have been.

Yeah, I mean, especially with the way that Harry feels about the Ministry, Scrimgeour should be approaching this extremely cautiously, and it just doesn't seem like he does.

Right

... who are both Aurors.

Yeah.

You know?

The Ministry would give Potter a standing ovation for tying his shoelaces.

Catching Death Eaters was literally in any Auror's job description.

Why would he need an award for that? I should have been...

He doesn't let her finish.

My mother was Irish, and I did my OWLs at Hogwarts, four years ahead of you.

Davies said you were an Auror now.

Can't believe they let Death Eaters be coppers now.

And you're supposedly engaged to Hermione Granger.

Hagrid steps out and completely refuses to surrender.

The Aurors panic and begin firing Stunning Spells at him simultaneously, but the spells simply bounce off his chest.

His thick giant skin, the very genetic heritage that Rita Skeeter used to shame and ostracize him in the press, literally becomes his biological armor against a tyrannical government.

It is brilliant poetic justice.

He grabs the Ministry official who shot his dog, lifts the grown man into the air with one hand, and throws him 10 feet away like a ragdoll.

The commotion wakes the castle.

Professor McGonagall sprints out onto the grounds in her dressing gown, demanding the Aurors stop attacking him.

In response, the panicked Ministry agents turn and fire four Stunning Spells simultaneously into McGonagall's chest, nearly killing her on the spot.

But I, I find it interesting speculating whether he would have let Moody in or, or consulted Moody on strategy because the thing that I think is causing a big part of this delay is, like, apart from g- general grieving, the fact that Moody was, like, their best soldier.

Like, this, uh, retired Auror who had a lifelong, uh, of fighting, you know, and hunting dark wizards, um, is gone, and there's nobody who really compares, nobody who's not a family man or is, like, on his way to becoming a family man, like Lupin.

There's not any of those warriors that are now part of the cause, and so I think part of the delay, too, is Harry just not even knowing how to continue from a fighting standpoint.

What hope do they have? Our best soldier is gone.

A dealer perhaps, yeah.

Um, I'd be an Auror.

A what?

Auror.

Yeah.

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