The Master of Death
Chapter 15: The Court
The next morning, Harry leaves Ron sleeping in
his bed and went to the kitchen, wearing his new clothes and Death in the
his shoulders. Mr and Mrs Weasley, Sirius, Remus, and Tonks were all sitting in
tabletop. Tonks whistled and wriggled his brows. Today she has hair
blondes. "Harry, you look like a pure-blood heir. I hope
you're not trying to act like that right now."
Meanwhile, Remus looked at him with a strange expression on
her face. Apparently Sirius did not think for too long whether he should
share something.
"Well. We've got Sirius, I think it's quite a drama
for all of us" Harry joked.
Sirius flinched dramatically and stuck his nose out
airborne. Remus grinning. "How dare you Harry James
Potter," Sirius said in a false offended voice, "Dignifying
the head of the noble and ancient families of the Black family. This is not gonna help
your future relationship. I know who wouldn't be invited to
my next meeting. "It's time for Harry to look offended.
Tonks laughed out loud. In his best impressions as a young Draco Malfoy,
Harry snorted pretently and rushed past him without a second glance.
After breakfast, everyone prayed for him and then he
following Mr. Weasley. “Harry, why don't you go-“ Mrs Weasley
pointing at Death as if he didn't know what to call it - “Ularmu-”
“Muram,” Harry told him and Sirius raised eyebrows.
“Why don't you leave Grim here. I reckon
it's not a good idea to take her with you. What if she
getting lost? ”
“Yes, sure," Harry turned to Sirius and grinned mischievously.
"Can you take care of him, as long as I'm gone?" he said and stretched out
his arm. Harry felt the tickle of Death reverberate in his mind, as Sirius
leaning his body as far away from Death as possible.
“Ah, know what? I'll just put it on
flooring. He'll find his way. " Death remains on the ground
for a while and then crept into the shadows, only to
appeared beside Harry in his human form. If Harry's not wrong, then,
he looks more different now. Older, more similar to
Harry was in his twenties and he had changed his nose. He too
wearing a different shirt and trousers. Probably the most
strange of all things.
After they used the long and awkward Muggle way
to go preaching, they finally arrived at the atrium. "Well, yeah,
your trial starts at 9am, so we still have a little more than
another hour," said Mr. Weasley, as they walked past the group
the witch looked busy.
Unlike Mr. Weasley, Harry knew that the ministry had
move his hearing to 8 a.m. They just have time
about fifteen minutes to be on time.
How could he do something about it without
cause too much suspicion? Harry watched closely
the witch passed them. When they stopped in front of the elevator,
a few more people joined their group to wait.
“Everything's fine, Arthur?” The voice came from one
a bearded witch carrying a box. Harry held his breath for a moment. This
it was the only gap he needed. He wanted to laugh at the irony of
what he did to do. He used the same trick, which
he did when talking to Mr. Malfoy. He hid his hand
in the folds of his robe and summoned an older magic wand into his hand.
He looked at the man and then threw an imperius.
A dark urge gripped him as the feeling warmed
dripping in his hand. For a moment, the witch's eyes stared inside
voidness. Thank God Mr. Weasley was busy as he checked the box with
the eyes want to know.
What do you got here? Mr. Weasley asked.
“Oh, no faulty experimental charm, except Arthur?”
"Hm, huh?" Said Mr. Weasley raising his head.
“Do you not have to go down?”
“Why is that?”
“Togret's trial with you. I heard some
people talk. Time and place change, right? One hour
early in the old courtroom. "
"What?!" Mr. Weasley saw
his watch. “Harry! If that's true, we'll just have time around
five minutes. ” He pulled Harry out of the elevator. "Thank you
Bob," he yelled from over his shoulder.
"No problem, Arthur," the bearded witch retorted
yells.
They rushed through the room, but fortunately they did not
I have to run this time. They stopped inside a gloomy passageway. Torches
on the wall was the only light that illuminated his path. Slow voice
I could hear it from the room at the end of the hall. Door's open
widths. At least this time he wasn't late.
"I can't go with you" Mr. Weasley
panting and he stopped and leaned against the wall to get
endorsements.
“You have to go alone. Good luck, Harry, "Mr
Weasley said, "Now go. " Herry smiled at him and
then turn to the door. He raised his chin and straightened his posture
his body as he walked. Death moved beside him, like a shadow
be silent.
Harry hid all his emotions from his face, as soon as he passed the door .
The voices became silent as he entered. Every face looked at him.
Fifty people in plum color robes, Percy Weasley in front, Fudge in the middle
next to Umbridge and Amelia Bones. He even saw Lucius Malfoy inside
line, close to the door.
The place he occupied marked him as a visitor. Apparently
he won't be allowed to vote, but Umbridge's blackmail is obvious
benefit him. Lucius looked at Harry calmly, as he
raised eyebrows.
A moment later Harry walked to the seat in the middle
chamber. The chain trembled as he sat down, but he wanted them
stopping, his magic flowing at his fingertips almost froze him in place.
Death loomed over him, a sharp grin on his face
challenge everyone to get close, even if they can't see it.
Fudge did not seem too pleased with Harry's presence
punctually. With her tight lips she flung open some papers on the
before him, he finally nodded. “Alright, let's start, because
the defendant has arrived" Fudge said before he looked down to the left.
"Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” says Percy Weasley.
"The disciplinary session on the twelfth of August, concerning
violations of the Reasonable Restrictions Decree of underage magic, as well as statues
international secrecy-" Fudge begins, while Percy's chicken feathers
scraping parchment .- “By Harry Potter, who lives in Privet Drive No. 4, though,
Little Whinging, Surrey .... Interrogator; Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister
Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of Magical Law Enforcement Department; Dolores
Jane Umbridge, First Deputy Minister; Court Writer, Percy Ignatius
Weasley- “The door behind Harry opens and Dumbledore enters, robes and
beard's steaming.
"Defense Testions-"
Harry stood up and cut off Dumbledore, like the headmaster
cutting Fudge.
"Herself."
Surprised whispers filled the room. A rather expression
appreciating in Mr.'s face. Malfoy's. The man leaned forward, the body,
intrigued by Harry's shocking actions. That was one of those moments
rarely, Harry had seen Dumbledore speechless. But
he immediately calmed down.
"Well, this must be surprising" said Dumbledore, as if
not everything was canceled by Harry. "Mr Malfoy, if
You will," said Dumbledore and walked towards him. Malfoy seems to
replying to him demeaningly, yet he made room for
The Principal.
Fudge smiled happily, due to the change that was not
unforeseen. He excitedly flipped through the paper. Room
it became quiet when he started talking again. "Yes .. allegations.
that's." The muttering words disappeared into the background, temporarily
Harry looked at Dumbledore, who was avoiding to look him in the eye.
"-Potter!"
"I'm sorry, if you can repeat your question,"
harry turned away from Dumbledore. Fudge looked upset.
"You're Harry James Potter, living in Little Whinging
surrey?"
"Indeed," said Harry calmly.
"You received an official warning from the Ministry about
magic that breaks the law, is it true?" Fudge.
"Right," said Harry and leaned back in his chair.
"And even so, you cast the spell Patronus two
last week?"
"Yes," said Harry. And he witnessed Death
who began to lurk through the room.
"Knowing, that you're not allowed to cast a spell on
out of school until you're seventeen?"
"It was wrong" said Harry. Fudge has opened
his mouth to continue, but he stopped being surprised when he realized
harry did not give him the expected answer.
“How is it wrong? You admit it yourself. You've already been
warned in advance, therefore you should know about this law,”
he said it was like Harry was stupid.
"The law explicitly states, that a
witches, who are minors are allowed to use magic in situations
certain. Situations in which their own lives or welfare
others were threatened and I found myself in such a position
that," Harry replied recklessly.
"And what threats make you act like
this is?" Amelia Bones asked.
"Dementor" said Harry and no
look up. A slight smirk on his face, he looked at Fudge when all over
the room became quiet. When Fudges and his eyes met, Harry stared at him
with an expressionless face. This only seems to make the minister more
angrier.
"Dementors?" Madame Bones asked, her eyebrows raised
tall. "What does that mean, son?"
"I'd appreciate it, if you wouldn't use it
the term boy, but yes. Two Dementors attacked me and my cousin that night,"
said Harry.
"Aah!" Fudge sneered. "Yes, yeah,
sure do. Dementors. Very smart, very smart. Let us know
that Dementors are responsible for this, when everyone knows clearly,
that they are not visible to the Muggles. "
"There was another witness, next to Dudley Dursley. But I guess I
it can also show my memories tonight," said Harry casually.
"We don't have time to listen to your lies,
Son," said Fudge. Harry's eyes narrowed, but then his expression
unaltered. He stood up and grinned at Fudge, whose brows were furrowed
because confusion. It was the first real emotion Harry showed, though,
ever since he entered the courtroom. Malfoy who became bored during that time
the interrogation, now leaning forward, was once again slightly interested
and Dumbledore looked worried. Harry hesitated to claim
his chair. This will be risky and may lead to more
problems than useful.
It makes more sense to claim it after the trial. Him
already playing into Fudges' hands, by distancing himself from Dumbledore and
therefore his supporters, but to Hell with him. Even if he
found guilty, what will they do? Break stick? Minds
that's ludicrous. And is life without a little risk? Harry just wanted to
see their reaction.
"As you know, Minister," said Harry
as he began to move throughout the room, "The accused were allowed to
present as many witnesses as they want to prove that they
not guilty. But I'm not going to play that game you play.
. This whole trial was just a joke, "said Harry, as he sat down
behind his chair, before he placed his hands on the back of the chair.
"The trial for a little underage magic ..." He grunts. Murmurous
approving sounds rang out among the crowd, before Harry continued.
"But well, while I'm already here, I might as well exercise my rights
to get a seat in Wizengamot. "
Fudge stuttered. The voices were raised and people started
whispered until Fudge finally made the others silent. Surprise moment
his first was replaced by a mixture of anger and mocking expressions. Him
think clearly, that this whole situation is ridiculous. "PLEASE"
he said loudly to drown out the other voices - "This is not coming in
wit. With what right?"
"In my right, as Lord," said Harry. Dumbledores
frowning as if he was trying to remember the law and Malfoy sat down
with new found interest. Next to Fudge, Umbridge cleared his throat
familiar "Chrm chrm.
The sound itself managed to attract various feelings to the
surface. Harry has lost his previous hatred
towards him, he had already become extremely annoyed just by knowing what was
he must face it again.
“I may not understand you very well. I'm ridiculous. Is
You just said, that you - a five-year-old boy
twelve years - want to get a seat in Wizengamot? This is your interrogation
on your own, you cannot choose even if you are not underage, you are,
"he said as if he was talking to someone stupid.
“If you notice, Dolores, you don't have to ask two
kali,” Harry said sweetly and held back a laugh, as he looked at the face
offended the woman. Some people in purple robes
sneered. "In addition, the Wizengamot Scripture of 1597
honorable states that a Ruler may claim his seat at
Wizengamot whenever he wants, as long as he is in contact with one of the
the family mentioned," Harry explained, "That means I can
claim my seat during my hearing. "Fudge lift up
her voice was once again, while Amelia Bones swung her staff. Books
drifting towards him. He snatched it from the air and immediately flipped it over.
"This law must be out of date by now,"
said Fudge, trying to calm the people in the room, who were still
speaking in a soft voice.
“Oh no,” said Harry grinning as he glanced at Malfoy.
“It seems impolite to claim a seat in this way or be
nobility in general after the 18th century. People stop doing it
after a while so Wizengamot never bothered to change
the law though cannot be changed without all the Rulers in Wizengamot
currently agreeing to it, "said Harry and then straightened up the posture
his body. “I, Mr. Potter, heir and the head of the Potter noble family
claim my seat at Wizengamot.” As soon as those words were spoken, Harry
felt ancient magic gathered in the room.
"He was right" said Madame Bones and closed the book,
"A Lord can ask for a seat at Wizengamot" he said
staring at Harry intently, "If His Majesty is authorized by the neutral party, that is
recognized by the international confederation of Magicians, such as the Ministry. "
"Well, Mr. Potter, I don't remember ever seeing a letter
with a request like this on my desk," said Fudge satisfied.
"Neutral side ... Well, of course, the Ministry. Hm,
why didn't I think about this?" Harry said cynically, "If there is
the other neutral party was like - I don't know - ah yes, the only magic bank in
the world. Oh well, there's." Harry looked at the people. Everyone looked at him.
He heard them whisper and asked if it was possible. But there are still
sirius and Peverell. With a quick glance at Dumbledore, Harry
decide that it is better to hide some things for now.
Dumbledore may have noticed that the old magic wand had
vanished. He did not need to confirm his suspicions further. Harry
back to the court. "In addition," Harry let out
an envelope from his pocket in his suit. He unsealed and threw
the letter to the air. It stopped, floating a few feet above Harry's head
so that everyone can see it. The whisper gets louder. Harry grinned.
They really underestimated it, even now. "On behalf of father
my baptism, I claim the seat of the ancient family and the Black nobility, speaks
representing the heir and head of this house, Sirius Black."
Someone in the room squeaked in fear as he called out
it's unacceptable" he pressed with gritted teeth. Meanwhile
Madame Bones called out to the document that floated in the air with the swish of her wand.
He read it, his eyes just glued to a piece of parchment.
"What he said was true" said Madame Bones, still
look at the letter. Fudge turned to her with a swollen chest. Obviously he
expect confirmation of his opinion. "Claim Mr. Potter completely
legal." Fudge breathed air. Harry sat in a chair with a chain and
crossing his ankles, satisfaction was written on his face. Even if
he must be found guilty, this is not in vain. Death stands again
behind him, and Harry felt his hand being dragged around his neck. Everybody
it seemed like it was waiting for Fudge to continue. Even after the voices came down,
the minister was still stumbling through his papers while gritting
his teeth. Percy looked torn and nervous. His eyes shifted
from Harry to Fudge and back.
"I call Arabella Figg my witness" he said
Harry finally, when no one moves to continue the examination.
"Arabella-" Fudge stuttered, before he calmed down
selves. "We don't have time to find this guy" he said
starting up, the veins on his forehead throbbed dangerously.
"Ah, alright," Dumbledore came along
interfering. "Maybe a lucky accident, that Mrs Figg accompanied me
come here today. He's waiting outside the room." Fudge.
Dumbledore seemed as calm as before, but Harry knew that thought was inside
heads circling. Dumbledore's bright magic was agitated and his eyes were behind
his glasses looked at him suspiciously without even once meeting with him
his gaze.
"Weasley, go and get him" said Fudge
after he calmed down.
"Of course the Minister" said Percy and he rushed over
exit to immediately follow the Minister's orders. Harry was almost sorry
him, stay like him. He returned after a while, followed by
Mrs Figg's. He looked at the empty chair and chain nervously, as Harry
stand up and step to the side.
"Full name?" Snapped Fudge and his hands frowned
the paper. He was clearly trying to pretend that everything was fine.
“Arabella Doreen Figg,” said she was nervous.
"And you?"
“I am a citizen of Little Whinging and live close to
Harry Potter.”
“We do not have an entry that says there is a Witch
or any other Witch who lives in Little Whinging, aside from Harry
Potter," said Madame Bones immediately. "The area is closely monitored…
remembering events in the past.”
“True,” murmured Harry with a flat expression, but quite loud
to hear.
"I'm a Squib" replied Mrs Figg, "I guess
You won't have an entry about me" he said as he held
bag tight.
"A Squib, huh?" Fudge said and looked at him.
"We'll check this out. You can leave details about the ancestors
You're on my assistant Weasley. Can Squibs see Dementors?"
"Yes, we can" replied Mrs. Figg.
"Alright," said Fudge condescendingly. "What
your story?"
“I went to the cat food store in the corner. It's around
nine o'clock in the second August. Then I heard
the voices came from the alley.. ”Mrs Figg sounded like he had been training.
everything he said. Harry looked at Dumbledore. He asked me
himself whether the Headmaster asked him to lie. Possibly
Squibs really can't see Dementors ...
An amused smile rang on Harry's lips, as Death began
focus on Fudge, who paled, even if he didn't know what
which bothers. He gripped the table until his knuckles
whitened. Harry grinned as Fudges' eyes passed him. Ministerial
gulped, while Madame Bones interrogated the Madame
Figg. Harry's attention only returned to Madame Bones when Mrs Figg was dismissed.
"He's not a convincing witness" Fudge said immediately.
"Oh, I don't know," replies Madame Bones, "She
describe the effects of Dementor attacks very well. I can't
imagine why he lied. "
“But Dementors are walking around in Muggle city and accidentally
meet with witches?” Fudge snorted, “That should be very not
in all probability. Even Bagman wouldn't bet on this- "
"What makes you think they're there
coincidence?" Harry said and he sat back in the chair in the middle of the room
the trial. Umbridge moves uncomfortably.
“I guess if someone would order two Dementors to
go to Little Whinging, we will get a report on this!” Fudges
he nodded and looked at Harry.
"Well, I'm not saying that this Dementor was ordered
get there by the ministry," said Harry casually, but he observed
fudges' reaction with great care. A year later the bastard pleaded
his attention. "I think Dumbledore told you all about his opinion
about this issue. "
“Indeed, he did. But these ideas are more than
just ridiculous. The Dementors are in Azkaban and just do what
was ordered. ”
"Alright, then I should ask myself
alone, why would someone in the ministry want me dead" he said
Harrys. "It looks like people are afraid I'm going to spread my opinion. But
that's ridiculous, right?" Harry finished and leaned back in his chair,
"Anyway, I'm just a little kid," he added
sarcastic tone.
Satisfied, Harry noticed how Fudge was trying to search
wording. Umbridge even dared to look offended. Subsequent to
harry leaned forward again. “Of course, always
it is possible that these two Dementors are beyond the control of the Ministry.”
“No Dementors out of control!” Fudge immediately replied,
the veins on his forehead were pulsing.
Harry raised his hand. "All right, if you
saying so. I don't want to imply anything. You're correct. The theory that someone
inside the Ministry trying to kill me was much more inbound
wit." Fudge stuttered once more.
Harry glanced at Lucius Malfoy. The man was almost
can't hide the amused taste and some witches too
smilingly. Dumbledore on the other hand looked at Harry strangely.
“We-I-," Fudge stuttered. “We are not here to
discussing Dementor-” behavior
“No,” said Harry. “We are here to hold a conference
because of a simple case of underage magic, which is also normal,” says
Harrys. The witches inside Wizengamot started whispering again, temporarily
Harry watched them.
“May I remind those present that Harry
Potter has broken this law by using three floating spells
last year,” Fudge almost yelled.
"That's the house-elf," Harry casually replied, She
looking amused at how Malfoy shifted in his chair.
"House-god, what a joke. Two years ago
You blew up your aunt - “Malfoy raised his eyebrows. This man is
harry's lifeline in this endless conversation. At least he's kinda
amuses.
“Which ones are removed, by you personally,” says
Harrys. An awkward silence occurred. “Before I wait for your decision,
can I say one more thing?” Harry asked Madame Bones
nodding, when Fudge opens his mouth - of course to disavow
his wish.
Harry stood up and spoke to the whole
Wizengamot. “The Witches and Witches of Wizengamot
honorable. Before you vote, please remember that we
have witnesses who justify my assertion that two Dementors attacked
me and my cousin. The law explicitly states that
underage witches are allowed to use magic in situations where
the life or well-being of yourself or others
imperiled. Dementor attacks will definitely be counted as such situations
that's. " Harry turned to Fudge and bowed with
mocking. "Minister."
The witches started whispering again. Harry sat back down
his chair and wait, until they make a decision.
"Who chose guilt?" Fudge said and
raised his hand, and the others followed his example. Harry stared
Umbridge when she raised her hand, eyes were fixed on her. She's soon
she looked as if there was something in her sight that made her
dreaded. Half the courtroom raised their hands.
"Who shall elect the accused to be declared free from
all charges?" Madame Bones said in a voice
shrill. Arms up. Less than the last time Harry was in
here and not enough. He knows it. Fudge was already grinning fully
triumphs. He had obviously forgotten about the fact that there was someone else who could
reversing verdict. Harry slowly raised his arm. Eye
left Fudges moving. Umbridge leaned forward.
"You can't choose. This is your own court, though,
Son," she said in her feminine voice.
"I can" Harry explained. "If an
Lord claiming the seat, he has an inviolable right to
cast a vote in every trial she wants."
"That's right" said Madame Bones, the book she called
it was still open in front of him. Fudges' eyes looked at the hand
uplifted.
"With your voice, it's still not enough, son," said
Fudge happily and clicked his tongue.
"I also chose on behalf of Sirius Black," Now
it's time for Harry to grin. "The Black family holds claims over two
the seat, which means, my second vote is counted twice as much." Madame
Bones leaned over to Fudge and whispered something, while he did not
he did nothing, but looked at Harry. She's trembling.
"Alright," Fudge began, his voice strained because
restrained anger, "stated free of all charges."
The tension slowly begins to dissipate, but Harry is not done yet.
“Because I am here and allowed to speak on behalf of
Sirius Black, I demand a trial in his case,” said Harry and pulled
the attention of the witches, even those already standing, to go. will know,
if I'm not told about the trial. ”Then Harry turned around and
go, Death followed in his footsteps.
Outside, a pale Mr. Weasley was waiting. "And
how'd it go?"
"Free of all costs" replied Harry.
"That's cool!" Mr. Weasley said and gripped
harry's shoulder. "They can't plead you guilty not to
all the evidence-" The door to the courtroom is open and people enter.
"Merlin's beard, did the entire court gather here to
decide your case?"
"Yes" said Harry. Some people look at him
strangely. The others did not even notice him, but instead greeted
Arthurian. Dumbledore nodded at Mr. Weasley and walked past them
with furrowed eyebrows. Mr. Fudge and Umbridge were one of those people
the last one to leave the courtroom, next to Malfoy, was speaking
with Fudge. The minister rushed past Harry not giving him a look
second but Malfoy stopped him. "See you later, then,
Minister?" Fudge looked between him and Harry.
"I'll wait in Lucius' office" said Fudge
leaving, the pink frog followed him. Lucius turned to Arthur with
a look of disdain but then his gray eyes were on Harry. Exists
a little curiosity in his eyes. Harry did not back down but responded
stared. Mr. Weasley stiffened. He just saw Percy walking
past them.
"It's amazing how you managed to get out of
the biggest difficulty .. is like a snake" Malfoy said.
Harry tilted his head and smiled dangerously as he looked
Malfoy's. "Four weeks is enough time to change. You just scratch
surface, Mr. Malfoy," whispered Harry as Mr. Weasley stared at Percy.
"I think I'm probably a little more active, politically speaking.
Exchange a few words with some old friends. Maybe even Tom, acquaintance
my old. He's got some interesting ideas, but I think you won't
knew him. He was named after his father, a Muggle, you know. My
don't know if you've ever experienced something like our relationship. It's like
we are soul mates, "said Harry, grinning at the irony
hidden," But I'm perverted. The minister may have been waiting for you,
Mr. Malfoy. I don't want you to look disrespectful by letting it be
waiting too long. "
"Yes Potter, thank you for the insight in life
your love," said Malfoy, his eyes staring momentarily at Harry's neck, where
Death appeared and crept from his collar, black scales swallowing
the light. Then Lucius looked at Mr. Weasley. "Weasley's."
"Malfoy," Ron's father replied with the same expression
disgustedly.
"What are you doing here, Weasley?" Malfoy
inquiring.
“I work here,” says Arthur.
"But not here, right. I thought you were on the second floor, though,
smuggling Muggle artefacts into the house and mesmerizing them" Malfoy said.
"No," sizzled Mr. Weasley. He gripped his shoulder
Harry was tight until Malfoy disappeared. "Is Malfoy in
your trial?" his tanya still sounded a bit angry. Harry
nods.
"By the way, who's that Muggle boy you mentioned
this is?" Mr. Weasley asked, when they had reached the Atrium,
"Tom, I mean." Harry grinned.
"Oh, it's nobody. I just want Malfoy to know where
I stand in this war. I'm not stupid enough to tell someone
Death Eaters about people I like. Who knows what will
voldemort did, if I tell him about a real person, I don't
wanna hurt? " Herry barely hid his laughter.
"You may be very clever" said Mr. Weasley. Harry
grinning beside Death. None of the two men
totally understand. To Mr. Weasley it sounds, like he has been
telling Malfoy about a close friend - a delusion - which is
a muggle or a muggleborn. Malfoy may have thought, Harry
is a teenager who is intoxicated in love and that she still supports her side
brightest. There is hope, that Malfoy cares enough about this information and
will tell Voldemort about Harry Potter's new 'weak spot. The only
the only one who could tell what he was really talking about was Dumbledore and
Voldemort himself.
When they arrived at Grimmauld Place everyone grinned
wide, when Mr. Weasley announced, that he was declared free of all charges.
"I know it's Harry, it's the only result
maybe," said Hermione, clearly relieved and with trembling hands.
"He's free, he's free, he's free" Fred and George
sing, as they begin to dance around the table.
"... it was clear after Dumbledore came in, they didn't
you can plead guilty" said Ron, overcoming the noise. Harry
raised his eyebrows, but remained silent and resisted the urge to
laughingly. "Maybe he'll even come and party with
we are," said Ron.
"He's free, he's free, he's free ...," the twins
singing, now followed by Ginny.
"I doubt Dumbledore has time for that" Mrs said
Weasley, putting a plate with a giant chicken in front of Harry, Ron and
Hermione. "He's very busy at the moment."
"HE'S FREE, HE'S FREE, HE'S-"
"SILENCE!!!,"
shouted Mrs Weasley. Harry grinned. There is hope, that the plan
succeeds. Voldemort needs people in the Ministry and with
inviting Malfoy to his trial, he gave them a way to attack
Wizengamot with silver plate. Almost every family is pure blood
can claim a seat. Now he just has to wait and
see how it will turn out later.
It will definitely be an interesting change.
