Harry James Potter (bp_harry) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-01-30 00:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 01, character: james sirius potter, dead character: harry potter |
RP: Harry and Jamie
Who: Harry, Jamie
Where: Ministry
When: January 30
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Harry is not in a good mood, but he still needs to talk to his son about last night
Yesterday’s decree was still lying on his desk, face up, the writing nearly taunting him. Too well he remembered the conversations with Sirius all those years ago, about another time when the Unforgivables were used. When Aurors were no better than Death Eaters.
”…times like that bring out the best in some people, and the worst in others.”
“The Aurors were given new powers – powers to kill rather than to capture, for instance.”
“Crouch fought violence with violence, and authorised the use of the Unforgivable Curses against suspects. I would say he became as ruthless and cruel as many on the Dark side.”
Pieces of that one conversation played over and over in his mind as the words on the parchment before him jumped out at him. The authorisation of the Unforgivables. Never had he thought he’d be a part of that. But he knew the Minister enough to know her answer. If he didn’t like it he could resign.
He’d started his letter of resignation three times already.
The problem was that without him here, how would he fight this war? Here he had funds, people, a way to direct what happened – out there he had none of that, only himself and he knew how dangerous that would be. Besides, who would take over after him? Who would guarantee that it didn’t happen again, that the Aurors didn’t turn into a group of Dark wizards as bad as those they fought? Who would protect Jamie? His family?
But if he stayed did he then condone this? Could he stand by it? Of course he couldn’t but he’d nevertheless be a part of it. Whether he wanted to or not. And the fact that he knew how easy it would be for him to use the Unforgivables himself - how close he'd come only a few days earlier - did not do anything to ease his mind.
All night his head had wandered in circles, and then the news of Jamie fighting – and killing – a werewolf me it to his desk and a fresh waive of worry entered him. Was his son all right? If he wasn’t would he let him take care of him? (no) If he was, what did that tell him? (too much)
By morning (he hadn’t even gone home to sleep) he had arranged the papers for Jamie, and sent a memo to his desk. For once he kept to perfect procedure, not having the energy to do more. His newest half written letter of resignation lay next to the papers concerning Jamie, even as he tried not to look at it.
One way or another he needed to make up his mind. Stay or leave. When was enough enough? How much influence would he have on what the Aurors actually did? How many would he see die because they tried to use spells they didn’t master? How many would he see manage the spells just fine?
He closed his eyes until he heard the door. Opening them he looked at his son, watched him silently for a moment, trying to assess him. “Jamie, come inside. Brief me on last night.” There was no point in asking him how he felt, he knew the answer anyway and it was one argument he didn’t have the energy to take right now.