you'll be able to design your own curriculum. We'll have a substitute on hand for the full
moons, not to mention I'm certain Poppy would be happy to look over your health once
again. Oh, and we've a Potions Master who is willing... or will be willing," he corrected
himself, "to brew your Wolfsbane Potion."
Remus felt his knees buckle, and he fell to the floor.
Dumbledore ignored the reaction. "I'm not sure where you purchase your
Wolfsbane Potion now, but I can assure you there is no better Potions Master than the one
we have at Hogwarts."
"I don't." Remus choked the words out in a whisper.
Dumbledore leant his ear forward. "Beg your pardon?"
"I... I don't purchase Wolfsbane Potion," Remus said through a shaky exhale. "I
can't... It's too... The cost is.. ." He closed his eyes, remembering the last time he'd
had his own mind during the full moon. Years. It had been almost fourteen years. Fourteen
years since Mia vanished.
"I'll take the job," Remus finally uttered with a grateful smile.
"Delightful!" Dumbledore said brightly and moved to stand. "Oh, and there was,
of course, a reason I came first to you for this position. Have you been following the Daily
Prophet?"
Remus shook his head. Papers cost money. "Haven't seen one for a few weeks.
Why?"
Dumbledore reached into his robes, the smile gone from his face as he withdrew a
folded copy of the Wizarding paper.
Remus took it with trepidation and glanced down at the image of a face he had not
seen in twelve years. "No," he muttered under his breath.
BLACK STILL AT LARGE
Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in
Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed
today.
"We are doing all we can to recapture Black," said the Minister for
Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, "and we beg the magical community
to remain calm."