Y/N arrived in Moody's office with Tonks.
"Ah, Nymphadora-" Moody began as Tonks' hair grew red.
"Don't. Call me. Nymphadora." Tonks said angrily as Y/N smirked.
"Lucky you still have your limbs." Y/N joked with a smirk, lighting another cigarette.
"So, Mr Wolf, you came. The minister will send someone for us, have a seat lad."
"I don't remember introducing myself."
"You didn't...but ye look just like him laddie." Moody said as he summoned some drinks. "What'll it be son, tea, coffee-"
"Firewhisky, please, double." Y/N said calmly as Moody looked at him.
"Firewhisky is alcoholic son, you're not old enough."
"The drinking age is in place for many reasons, chief among them being to prevent alcohol harming the organs of the underage drinker. My abilities make that impossible, they make getting drunk very difficult as well." Y/N said as he sat down calmly.
Moody chuckled, pouring the drink.
"You said I look just like him, who were you talking about?" Y/N asked as he sat down, with Tonks sat next to him.
"Your father."
"Which one?" Y/N said smartly as Moody's eyes grew heavy, like there was a sense of guilt baring down on him. "Let me guess, my biological father, Bigby Wolf."
"Correct."
"You served with him in the first war." Y/N said as Moody looked at him.
"First war?"
"I'm a child, but I'm not naïve, there's a second war coming, anyone gifted with a brain and the ability to see can tell you that. Over the past two years Voldemort's made two attempts to come back and to kill Harry Potter, last years attempt was very nearly successful, you're trying to tell me that's not a warning sign of something like a second war coming. After all, it's only a matter of time until he comes back, Dumbledore knows it and I can tell you do too. You've come out of retirement to train Tonks in being an Auror, you're not training a partner...you're training a replacement." Y/N said as he looked at Moody and then to Tonks.
"I see you're as sharp as your Aunt Narcissa, I'll stick to calling her that if you don't mind, to avoid confusion." Moody said with a smirk.
"I doubt it, Aunt Cissa is as cunning as a fox that used to be professor of cunning at Oxford university but has since moved on and is now working for the UN at the high commission of international cunning planning." Y/N said as Tonks chuckled.
Their talk was interrupted when the door opened and in walked the witch in pink.
"The minister wishes to speak with you now." She said with a pipsqueak voice.
"Thank you Dolores. Y/N, this is Dolores Umbridge."
"Pleasure." Y/N said dryly.
Y/N stood up with Tonks and Moody following him, the two aurors were stopped by the witch,
"Just the wolf."
Y/N followed the witch.
"I must say, I disapprove of your involvement in this matter." She said as Y/N raised his brow.
"I must say, I don't really give a fuck what you think." Y/N said as he followed Umbridge into Fudges office where the Minister was waiting.
"Ah, Y/N. Welcome my boy, welcome, take a seat, care for a drink, a liquorice perhaps?"
"I'll pass thanks." Y/N said as he lit a cigarette.
"Put that out." Umbridge ordered as Y/N ignored her, it was like she hadn't even spoken at all.
"What did you want to talk to me about minister?" Y/N asked as Fudge fiddled with the buttons on his suit nervously.
"What do you know of your relative, Sirius Black? He's related to your Auntie Narcissa Malfoy."
"Yes, I'm well aware that he's related to her, I have looked at my mothers family tree. I know that he was framed." Y/N said as he looked at the minister who's brow furrowed.
"Come now Y/N-"
"What curse did he use to allegedly kill Peter Pettigrew?" Y/N asked as Fudge looked at him.
"The Killing Curse obviously." Umbridge said as Y/N looked at her.
"Would you mind reciting the incantation of said curse, just to be clear." Y/N said as Umbridge looked at him.
"Avada Kedavra." Umbridge said as Y/N nodded.
"Okay, and according to records, there was just a finger left. Now we all know that the killing curse does not sever limbs, it kills the victim stone dead." Y/N said as Umbridge scoffed.
"Are you calling us liars? You filthy half breed, did your mother fuck a wolf?"
"I'm not accustomed to being spoken to like that." Y/N said coldly as he looked Umbridge in the eyes. "If you must know, she did, his name was Bigby Wolf. Did your mother fuck a toad? Or are you just naturally uglier than a genital wart. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving."
"I want you to stay away from Sirius Black, do not involve yourself in this matter, whatsoever, am I clear?" Fudg
"Crystal clear, Minister." Y/N said as he left.
"Very well, good day Mr Wolf."
"Cornelius...Kermit." Y/N said, the last word being aimed at Umbridge. He stepped out of the door and continued to smoke as he looked at the date, he was about to start heading to the leaky Cauldron when he saw Professor McGonagall waiting, seemingly for him, alongside her Husband and fellow Professor, Professor Evans.
Y/N headed down to them.
"Professors. It's good to see you both." Y/N said as McGonagall was wearing her typical robes, while Professor Evans was wearing a pair of bright brown pants, brown boots, a khaki coloured shirt, a brown leather bomber jacket, and a brown wide brim felt fedora.
Harrison Ford as Professor Y/N Evans. (The Reader character from my Curse Breaker book)
"Good morning Y/N. We've been sent to pick you up, we'll be looking after you for the next few days until school starts." McGonagall said as Y/N looked confused.
"No offense Professor, but...why?"
"With Sirius Black on the loose, Professor Dumbledore has decided that all students need an adult looking after them, especially those close to Mr Potter, and with things being how they are between you and Mr Malfoy, Professor Dumbledore has decided to give us the duty." McGonagall said as Y/N looked around.
"Fair enough." Y/N said as the two professors held their hands out Y/N took hold of their hands and was apparated instantly...
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As Green As Grass [Daphne Greengrass x Male Werewolf Reader]
Fanfiction[YEARS 1-4] Y/N was raised by the Malfoy family since he was left with them as a small boy, over the years they have taught him of their beliefs and morals, most of which Y/N has rejected, but he respects them for raising him instead of casting him...