imagine: remus lupin, after the events of prisoner of azkaban, silently going up to dumbledore’s office, and throwing a frickin tantrum. “you told me not to pursue it! you told me he was guilty!”
“i did not know,” answers dumbledore, “no more than you did, remus.”
“I – DID – KNOW! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU HE WAS INNOCENT AND YOU TOLD ME TO LET IT GO! you – i – TWELVE YEARS HE ROTTED IN THAT CELL! TWELVE YEARS, AND YOU DID NOTHING! you – you………”
he draws himself up, stops shaking, and takes a deep breath.
“i quit,” he says bluntly, then turns and walks away.
dumbledore: once again I must ask too much of you, harry.
harry: yeah alright i mean not like you got any loyal adult followers who’d happily go on a camping trip to find some evil doodads but you know leave it all on the kid who’s not even of legal age yet that’s all good
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