imagine: remus lupin, after the events of prisoner of azkaban, silently going up to dumbledore’s office, and throwing a frickin tantrum. “you told me not to pursue it! you told me he was guilty!”
“i did not know,” answers dumbledore, “no more than you did, remus.”
“I - DID - KNOW! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU HE WAS INNOCENT AND YOU TOLD ME TO LET IT GO! you - i - TWELVE YEARS HE ROTTED IN THAT CELL! TWELVE YEARS, AND YOU DID NOTHING! you - you………”
he draws himself up, stops shaking, and takes a deep breath.
“i quit,” he says bluntly, then turns and walks away.