AU. Slash.

Disclaimer: I don't have rights over the Harry Potter characters or references I've written out, J.K. Rowling does. The only thing I've got rights over would be the words I've typed out, thanks.

Remus Lupin

"We're going to have to let you go Lupin," the middle-aged man in front of me announced.

I let go of my camera immediately, allowing it hang loosely around my neck. "Why?"

I didn't even have to ask, I already knew why, but I still asked just for the sake of it. It was obvious he was waiting for me to question him, staring at me with his grey eyes, lips in a tight line, and his hands clasped together in front of him.

It was because I refused to take photos of living things; animals, humans, anything that had a beating heart. My hands would shake every time I'd try to click the shutter, every time. And just that small gesture scared the fuck out of me.

"I've told you before Lupin, refusing to take pictures of human beings? Why did you even bother to work here at Malfoy Enterprises to begin with? You clearly knew when you applied for the job that the company's main focus is the fashion industry!" He explained, no, more like scolded.

I glanced at the posters of our previous magazine covers before looking at him straight in the eye, voice unwavering. "Please give me another chance Sir," I pleaded even though I knew what his conditions might be. My boss, Abraxas Malfoy, president of Malfoy Enterprises stood up and started walking around the room.

"Lupin, you entered this business with nothing but an old Polaroid camera your parents gave you as a child," I winced slightly at his reference towards my parents. "You debuted with your perfectly captured photos. I ignored the 'no human models' policy you built around your career because you shot perfectly captured photos. But Lupin my dear boy, it's the 21st century and you're going to have to get over your childhood trauma sooner or later understood?" He approached me and placed both his hands on both of my shoulders. "I'll give you a month to submit to me photos worth the Malfoy name, meaning a human model should be composed of it. The public wants models to endorse their products for them. And what the public wants, the public gets, do you understand me Remus?" He repeated the question once more; difference was, this time I gave an answer.

"Understood Malfoy Sir," I replied formally. He nodded and took his seat once more, a silent gesture telling me, "You may go." And that I did, I said my thanks and turned around, leaving his office.

I knew what I was getting into, but now that I think about it. I have only one month! One month to finish a photo album with models that actually moved, and less than a month to get over my trauma that's haunted me for over 10 years now. But I knew I had no choice but to follow that bastard Malfoy's will. It was inevitable, that talk he gave just a few minutes ago. Shaking my head, I tightened my hold on my camera as I stepped out of the main building of Malfoy Enterprises. It might be hard, but this might just be the push that I need to finally move on and get a life.

So where was I headed? The host club across the street of course.