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longdaytogo · 1 year
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sometimes the biggest problem in your life is your own auror partner
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va9art · 1 year
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Granger = danger ⚠️
Now he knows it too.
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lulublack90 · 19 days
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Prompt 6 - Ensure
@jegulus-microfic April 6, Word count 709
The fighting went on for what felt like hours. Order members against the Death Eaters. It was probably a lot less than he thought. James still didn’t know how long the fighting had actually gone on for. 
He’d taken a stunner to the chest and flown backwards into a wall. He didn’t remember much after that, apart from Sirius’s and Remus’s blurred backs in front of him as they protected him from further damage. 
Aurors began to apparate into the warring groups. The Death Eaters, now substantially outnumbered, began to disapparate. The abandoned factory filled with the sound of the retreating cracks and the final few curses flung over shoulders. 
“James! James! Hang on, we’ll get you out of here.” Sirius sounded panicked. “Remus, help me. We need to get him to Marlene.” 
James felt hands under his armpits, hauling him up and then the uncomfortable squeezing of apparition. 
“Marlene!” Sirius yelled into the dark house. “Marlene?! Where the fuck are you?!” The brown-haired witch stomped into the room. 
“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to Black?” She stopped when she saw James’s limp body. “Get him to the bedroom.” She ordered. James’s feet dragged along the wooden floor. He didn’t have the energy to lift them. 
They deposited him on the bed, and Marlene hurried in with her healer’s bag. She began running her wand up and down him, muttering under her breath. Several glowing diagrams floated above him. “Hmm,” She hummed as she inspected him. “He’ll be fine. You’ll have a nasty bruise and probably be quite sore for a week or so, but I have a balm that will help with that.” She vanished the diagrams and dug around in her bag. 
With another wave of her wand, she opened the buttons on his shirt, revealing the purpling skin beneath. Gently, she spread the balm across his chest. He sighed with relief as the tightness across his skin eased. He quickly fell asleep. Too tired to keep his eyes open. 
It couldn’t have been that long after he fell asleep that shouting woke him. 
“Did you really think I couldn’t find him, Sirius? I know exactly where he is every moment of the day.” He recognised that voice, but his sleep-addled brain couldn’t make the link. 
“Go away, you’re not wanted here,” Sirius growled back. 
“Oh, get out of the way, Sirius!” A scuffle occurred, and then James heard footsteps coming towards his room. The door flung open, and there stood still in his Death Eater robes was Regulus. James was beyond shocked. He hadn’t seen his ex for over three years. 
“Reg?” He croaked. Regulus walked to the side of his bed and took his hand. “Why are you here?” He didn’t pull his hand away. Even though Regulus was fighting on the wrong side, he knew he was safe. 
“I needed to ensure that you were alive.” He said flatly. James looked up at him, peering at his emotionless face and into his eyes. His eyes always gave him away. Most people couldn’t read them, but James could. Those steely grey windows into Regulus’s soul. He was scared. His fingers trembled ever so slightly around James’s hand. 
“I’m okay, love. Marlene checked me over. No broken bones, just bruising.” He watched as Regulus’s shoulders relaxed a notch. 
“I’m glad.” He barely whispered, his eyes trailing over James’s body. He lifted James’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “Stay safe, James.” He demanded before he gently placed James’s hand back under the covers and left the room. “Yes, yes, Sirius, I’m leaving. But if you think I’ll leave him alone, you’re as mad as Voldemort.” 
Sirius and Remus came rushing in once the door had slammed shut behind Regulus.
“James, are you alright?” Sirius clambered into the bed, checking on his friend. 
“Yeah, I’m fine. He was just checking I wasn’t dead. He won’t be back. Don’t worry.” James knew he was lying. Regulus had revealed something that he didn’t think the other two had picked up on. ‘As mad as Voldemort.’ James ran those words over and over in his head for hours. Hope, building in his chest, that maybe, just maybe, Regulus wasn’t as lost as they’d all thought he was.   
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MC: You've gotta admit, a guy stopping kids in the middle of the forbidden forest? That's pretty creepy!
Minister of Magic: Yes, right. But we don't arrest people for being creepy.
Auror 1, to his colleague: Yeah, you know that guy we got in the tank?
Auror 2: Uh... the creepy one?
Auror 1: Yeah, better let him go.
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natashazorki · 21 days
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Aurors Parkinson and Potter
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dramioneasks · 2 months
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The Best Mistake - Chels_Writes_a_Fic - E, 26 chapters, Words: 127,444 - Hermione Granger does not make mistakes, at least not often. After making the biggest, dumbest, most horrible mistake of her life, Hermione must deal with the repercussions while keeping her relationship with her Auror partner, Draco Malfoy, strictly professional. He, of course, has other plans. Amidst a resurgence in Death Eater activity, the likes of which Britain hasn’t seen since the First Wizarding War, Hermione will come to realize that the mistake she’s made with Draco might not be so bad at all. It just might be the best mistake.
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elinie-night · 9 months
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Finally, the first chapter of my new Dramione is here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49058734/chapters/123768613
Summary:
       In fact, after almost eight years of service in the Auror Department, Malfoy rose to the rank of chief adjutant of the Poitou rapid response gendarmerie and still did not understand what on Earth brought him from the north of France back to Mother Britain. Drunken meeting with the same Potter, Apparition after taking Dreamless Sleep, drunk driving, witchcraft in the middle of London at night, foul language (so what, that he was cursing in French? It turned out that Granger spoke it quite well) ... a list of Monsieur Malfoy, the chief adjutant's wrongdoings, could go on endlessly. And she continued, boringly mangling his name in a French manner. He wanted to vomit, and Potter kindly provided him with a bucket.
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hinnyfied · 6 months
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Ice Cream Solves (Most) Things
For @thethreebroomsticksfic Weasley Week.
Prompt: Ron
Moodboard by the wonderful @lanaturnergetup, who will be continuing this story later this week....👀
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Ron is having one of those days – those irritatingly frequent days where instead of tracking evil wizards, he’s stuck at his desk filling out sodding paperwork. It was a thrill at first – joining the Aurors, rebuilding the department, hunting down straggling Death Eaters – but those thrills feel more distant by the day.
With a hefty sigh, Ron pulls the next file off the stack and flips it open. It’s the report for Edith Wobbleton of Tutbury – an elderly witch who called in about dark curses on her property, “surely the work of wizards most evil.”
It had, in fact, been nothing more than a particularly mischievous poltergeist – one that’s now costing Ron at least an hour of his time.
Just as he’s getting to the description of the offending poltergeist, Harry appears at his desk with a smirk and a glint in his eyes.
“Can I tear you away from that?” he asks.
“God, yes.” Ron slams the folder shut and shoves it unceremoniously into a drawer.
“Good. Robards wants me on surveillance for a dangerous suspect in the Amortentia case. I insisted on bringing back up.”
“Really? Who’s the suspect?”
Suspense takes hold of Ron. Fake Amortentia has been plaguing the black market for months – causing the drinker to fall seriously ill (or worse), rather than in love. It has hospitalised at least ten people so far.
“Fiona Fortescue.” Harry’s mouth twitches with suppressed laughter.
Ron rolls his eyes. Git.
“You’re having me on.”
“I am not, I swear.”
“Robards wants you to surveil an ice cream shop owner – a very nice, cheerful ice cream shop owner.”
“Yep.”
“One who brings ice creams to sick kids at St. Mungo’s every Tuesday.”
“That’s the one.”
“Because he thinks she’s involved in peddling cursed potions.”
“That about sums it up, yeah.”
Ron glances back at his mountain of paperwork. He should be responsible, stay and finish the reports, make sure he doesn’t fall behind, and yet…
“Fuck it. Let’s go get ice cream.”
“Excellent,” Harry says with a wide grin.
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thoughtsaboutsnape · 11 months
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Severus and the Aurors, part 1
A loud commotion coming from the foyer interrupted Minerva's lesson.
Angry, she marched out of her classroom. Down the stairs, she could see a crowd of students, one of them spotted her and called for her to come immediately.
Hurrying down the stairs she saw Severus in the centre of the crowd with two wizards with their wands pointed at him.
"What is going on here?" Minerva demanded.
"He's under arrest." One of the wizards said through gritted teeth.
"On whose authority?"
"Mine." Minerva turned to see Alastor Moody limping towards her.
"Professor, please." Severus pleaded. He looked terrified.
"On whose authority did you enter this school and arrest one of my teachers?" She held her ground.
"The Ministry of Magic," Moody replied, thrusting a piece of parchment at her.
Minerva ignored the parchment. "On what charge?"
"I don't think we want to be discussing that publically."
"Alastor." Everyone turned to see Professor Dumbledore crossing the foyer. "Is this necessary?"
"Professor." Severus pleaded again.
"It's alright Severus, I'm sure we can sort this out."
"He needs to come with us."
"Okay."
"Professor!" "Albus!"
Dumbledore raised his hand. "Go with them, Severus. I promise it will be all alright."
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ala-baguette · 7 months
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Do you think Aurors are the same as Muggle cops, or do you think it's different?
Ah, I anticipated this follow-up question (and the political undercurrent that comes with it). The Magical Law Enforcement Patrol would be akin to "cops." Aurors are different. And I think canon gives us plenty of evidence for the distinction:
"[Moody's] retired, used to work at the Ministry," said Charlie. "[...] He was an Auror-- one of the best... a Dark wizard catcher," he added, seeing Harry's blank look.
"[...] I only hope we can catch whoever's [charming the regurgitating toilets]." "Will it be Aurors who catch them?" "Oh no, this is too trivial for Aurors, it'll be the ordinary Magical Law Enforcement Patrol."
"Well, it'd be cool to be an Auror," said Ron in an offhand voice. "Yeah, it would," said Harry fervently. "But they're, like, the elite," said Ron. "You've got to be really good."
"Well, I thought of, maybe, being an Auror," Harry mumbled. "You'd need top grades for that," said Professor McGonagall, extracting a small, dark leaflet from under the mass on her desk and opening it. "They ask for a minimum of five NEWTs, and nothing under 'Exceeds Expectations' grade, I see. Then you would be required to undergo a stringent series of character and aptitude tests at the Auror office. It's a difficult career path, Potter; they only take the best. In fact, I don't think anybody has been taken on in the last three years." [...] "What sort of character and aptitude tests do the Ministry do on you, if you get enough NEWTs?" "Well, you'll need to demonstrate the ability to react well to pressure and so forth," said Professor McGonagall, "perseverance and dedication, because Auror training takes a further three years, not to mention very high skills in practical defense. It will mean a lot more study even after you've left school [...]"
"I was born [a Metamorphmagus]. I got top marks in Concealment and Disguise during Auror training without any study at all, it was great." "You're an Auror?" said Harry, impressed. [...] "Yeah," said Tonks, looking proud. "Kingsley is as well; he's a bit higher up than I am, though. I only qualified a year ago. Nearly failed on Stealth and Tracking, I'm dead clumsy [...]"
"Having Aurors on our side is a huge advantage-- Kingsley Shacklebolt's been a real asset too. He's in charge of the hunt for Sirius, so he's been feeding the Ministry information that Sirius is in Tibet."
"I [Voldemort] dared not go where other humans were plentiful, for I knew the Aurors were still abroad and searching for me."
"[Frank and Alice] were Aurors, you know, and very well respected within the Wizarding community," Mrs Longbottom went on. "Highly gifted, the pair of them."
"I'm sure you are an excellent Auror, [Dawlish], I seem to remember that you achieved 'Outstanding' in all your NEWTs [...]"
From the above quotes, we can glean that becoming an Auror requires higher education and training, stringent exams, and is exceedingly competitive and exclusive (none of which is particularly true of a Muggle police officer). We can gather that they are a particularly well respected profession and that these individuals are viewed as smart, magically powerful, and admirable people. We also understand that they are not concerned with petty criminals and your run-of-the-mill misdemeanors, but are pulled in specifically for cases involving individuals accused of Dark Magic on a much larger scale. We know them to be a governmental agency and can see that their jurisdiction is not confined to Magical Britain and Ireland, but that they do work abroad (presumably in cooperation with the government of those nations). The conclusion I reach is that Aurors are more akin to detectives/investigators with institutions more similar to Muggle Interpol, the National Crime Agency, and the Secret Intelligence Service.
And, one can only hope, lack the institutionalized racism.
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do you have any mad eye moody and tonks headcanons? like friendship/bond, not romantically :)
Hello anon! I do, in fact, have many HCs about Moody and Tonks! I've got one meta post about them, but here's a list of HCs.
Mad-Eye was a Hufflepuff and took a special interest in Hufflepuffs that became Aurors, as most of them tended to be Gryffindors or Ravenclaws.
Tonks was a special case, and not just because she was a Metamorphmagus. Her aunt being Bellatrix Lestrange made her a contentious candidate for the training program, but Mad-Eye knew Tonks would be fair and just in her outlook.
Mad-Eye was annoyed with Tonks at first, because of her bubbliness, but he grew fond of her very quickly.
Mad-Eye took another special interest in Tonks because she was a witch. He grew tired of young wizards' bravado and enjoyed training strong witches who would beat wizards at their own game.
Tonks liked to prank Moody over constant vigilance. For every trick he pulled on her, she pulled one back. Most of the time, it didn't work, but he was impressed with her tenacity.
Mad-Eye liked that Tonks was determined and hard-working. He respected her as a person, and grew to care for her like a family member.
Mad-Eye left his house and things in his will to Tonks. He came from an old wizarding family and had a decent amount saved up. He didn't think of anyone who deserved it more, or who would appreciate the gesture more.
Tonks was gutsy enough to tell Mad-Eye exactly what she thought. He liked her directness and her self-confidence, which grew to a good working relationship.
Tonks was crushed when Mad-Eye was killed. He was like a second father to her, after so many hours of intense training. If her own father hadn't died, she would've named her son Alastor (Remus was glad his son wasn't named Alastor.)
Mad-Eye would've been devastated (privately) if anything happened to Tonks. He was guilt-ridden when the Longbottoms were tortured into insanity, because he had a similar working relationship with Alice Longbottom. He was hell-bent on keeping Tonks safe from harm, as much as he was able.
In an AU in which Mad-Eye and Tonks survived, Teddy would've called Moody his grandfather. Mad-Eye would've been an extremely proud grandpa.
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autumns-dusk · 6 months
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Sirius: I’ll come silently.
Auror Officer: Come on, Mr. Black. I don’t have all day.
Sirius: I read that Muggle prisoners get to choose a last meal before execution. Do you think I could have one? Azkaban sounds a lot like execution.
Auror Officer: Damn you, Black! I’m hungry.
Sirius, smirking to himself: Maybe we should get that checked out.
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va9art · 1 year
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Aurors Training pt3
…but never, ever underestimate her.
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whatsomalfoy · 2 months
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I may have forgotten to let you know that Staring Without Seeing finally updated a few weeks ago with chapter 17, but fear not, because I haven’t forgotten this time!
Chapter 18 has just gone live and I’m super excited to share this one with you. The plot is really starting to thicken now and it won’t be long until things ✨heat✨ up.
In the meantime, you can find chapter 18 on AO3 here.
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cubeapples · 18 days
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people who fight and die on the hill that harry was magically powerful are so funny, like, so? what did he use his.. powers for? what? oh....
he became a wizard cop 😬😬
soo magically powerful and important, right?
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ratkingpoe · 9 days
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Unused panel of Auror Weasley.
I find it so funny, when in fic, everyone choses the same career path and yet Harry and Malfoy get partnered despite the (I’m sure) very loud and frequent complaints by both Harry and Ron. Like, mans saved the world and he don’t even get to pick his stakeout buddy? Damn. 🤭 I’m not bitchin’ I’m a patron of the forced together trope, just seems like a raw deal for the savior. 🤷🏻
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