Potter’s face hardens. "That—was your mum’s meddling. Your release was conditional on your ability to secure a job. To the surprise of no one, no one wanted to hire you." He scoffs and looks down, his voice becomes mocking. "She’ll do anything to protect her son. She’d heard Hermione didn’t remember you, so she went to her with a whole sob story about her poor son who’d been forced to take the Dark Mark before he was an adult and now he was rotting in Azkaban because no one would give him a chance." 