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Chapter Two- Many Faces
A certain man by the name of Dumbledore stared at the wall before him, this being a figurative wall, seeing as how every part of his office was covered in pictures of those who came before him. And here was his biggest trouble, the prospect of having to find a new defense against the dark arts professor every year. For not the first time in his life, he internally cursed Tom Riddle. He was ashamed to admit that over the last two years, both of the teachers he had hired had easily been outwitted by a student. The student, he wasn't ashamed of, in fact he spent much of the time worrying about if the young man would succeed in the next great battle, if he was hardly taught. Especially after Riddle's fall, many saw no need for defense training, the threat was gone. So meant, no one knowing how to fight, and no one teaching the next generation.
"Albus," a voice cut through his musings.
He sighed in discretion, "Yes Minerva?"
"You have a visitor," she answered quite plainly.
He shook his reluctantly, "Really Minerva, this isn't the-."
"Albus," she interrupted in a manor which she often reserved for her student's, "I insist that you meet with this man, and if you don't, I promise you will regret it."
It was rare that the younger woman demanded much of him, but when she would do so, he rarely disagreed.
"Fine Minerva," he said, "Send whoever it is in."
"Thank you."
And with that, she disappeared. Minutes later, a graying young man appeared among the phoenix stair case.
When he finally saw the young man, he chuckled, and smiled, "You know Remus, my boy, Minerva could of just sent you up alone."
Remus too cracked a grin, "Yes Albus, but with the trying times, is it truly a surprise?"
"Are you referring to finding a new teacher or an Azkabanian being on the loose?"
"Both sir," he answered as the grin burned out.
"And what are you here for?"
"To offer my help with both."
"Remus, I couldn't ask that of you."
"I am offering."
"Why?"
"Because, I am not ignorant. We both know where the prisoner is headed. Harry Potter needs protection."
"Remus, are you sure your are not trying to make up for an ex-lovers bad-deed?"
"Albus, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel guilty for what he did. But above all else, if James and Lily had survived the attack, I would still be in Harry's life. I feel guilty for not protecting those I love. And I do love Harry."
Albus looked upon one of his two most favorite student's in his entire teaching career, and responded, "I thought at a time like this, you would be dying inside. He was your mate."
He was then shot with a harsh glare, "I know who he was better then you could ever understand, but he betrayed my pack. He offered my cub to be dead. In my opinion, he should be dead, and I hope he is rewarded with the same prize he gave Peter."
"I see. Well, anyway. Would you perhaps like to ride the train, in chance to meet Harry?"
"Meet Harry?" he answered, the mention of his cub levitating his negative mood away.
"Yes, he will be your student."
"You trust me?"
"No Remus, I know you. As a being, you are remarkable and possibly the best teacher these students could have at any time, but especially now," he complimented.
"Thank you Albus. I hope you won't regret this," he said standing to go too the door.
"The pleasure is mine, and your student's."
With that Remus at the stairs.
"Oh, Remus, one last thing. Severus Snape is the school's Potions Master."
Remus only kindly smiled and replied, "I hope to mend all wounds from the past."
And with that, he was gone.
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