"I'm terrible at languages. Even with Fleur's help, but French is limited to merci and oui. She despairs, but there's nothing to be done." The poor woman had tried when he had to go to an international meeting, but she had given up. "Lucky for me, when it comes to work, everyone spoke English."
He looked into the night. "Part of me wished that I could do the same. My parents were dead, most of the people I cared about were dead. I was going to put my wand down. It lasted about two hours and then Kingsley talked to me about being in charge of the Aurors until they could clear a few people. Robards first of all. To be fair, the Aurors were me, Ron and Neville that day, so not much of a leader," he said laughing. "Robards was cleared sometime around midnight and everything went back to normal."
Harry nodded. "Back then, no one knew that he wasn't the one who betrayed my parents. Even McGonagall was certain it was him. Snape was trying to protect me. I was so annoyed that he kept interfering, but once I grew up, I saw what he was really doing. He was trying to kee me alive."
He had no idea what ten years did to a werewolf. The books said that they died young but that was the extent of what he remembered, so he decided to say nothing. "He started taking the potion that year. I just know what he said, that he would stay in control and that he was in his room. You'll have to speak to Snape for more information. But yeah it's not stopped."