The trial
It was the day of the trail. Everyone was moving around Grimmauld Place trying to get ready for Harry’s hearing. Molly was rushing to make breakfast, Arthur running around trying to find his dress robes that seemed to have gone missing from his closet during the night. Sirius and Remus had just gotten all the kids downstairs and were sitting at the table while Molly set out food.
Harry played around with his food, not really feeling hungry at the moment. Sirius tapped him on the shoulder. “You gonna eat cub?” Harry shook his head and started to look paler than normal.
“I know you’re nervous Harry, but eating will help. Just something will help..” Remus added.
“Sirius, what if I get expelled? Will I have to go back to the Dursley’s?” Harry asked. The whole room got quiet.
“Absolutely not. If Sirius isn’t cleared and Remus is denied you’ll come back to the Burrow.” Molly stated. No one dared argued with her.
“Harrykins, you’re practically one of us-“
“If needed it can be official!” The twins added on. Ron reach over and clapped him on the shoulder smiling through his full mouth.
Hermione elbowed him in the gut and said “finish your food before you speak Ronald”
Ron swallowed his food and turned to Hermione. “I appreciate the vicious elbow ‘Mione but I smiled”
Harry started to giggle a bit while he picked up a piece of his eggs.
“Don’t worry Harry, you won’t ever have to go back there,” Sirius said, giving Harry a small hug.
“Alright Harry, it is time to go! We gotta take the public entrance today since our fireplace isn’t hooked up. See you guys in a few hours!” Arthur said, rushing Harry out the door. Harry looked over his shoulder and smiled while receiving varying forms of good lucks and see you soons.
Harry and Mr. Weasley managed to get to downtown London in a small amount of time. Mr. Weasley pulled Harry along to a weird looking phone booth that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in over a year. Honestly it was kind of gross. Harry watched Arthur place a Knut in the slot and dial a random number. Not long after that the streets of London started to levitate to the sky. Harry looked around confused only to realize the phone booth acted as some sort of lift. He had no clue why no one on the street noticed them vanish in the phone booth but he assumed magic was the culprit.
When they finally got down to the Ministry they were greeted by a stubby old woman. “Name and reason of visit.” She drawled
“Arthur Weasley accompanying Harry Potter to his trial” Mr. Weasley said in a stern but polite way. However, when he said that the whole atrium of the ministry quieted.
The woman handed them their badges and said “place Wands here for inspection. Keep these badges on you at all times.” They placed their wands on the tray and waited patiently. Mr. Weasley seemed to be ok being temporarily separated from his wand but Harry was internally freaking out. He wanted his wand on him at all times. After two very long minutes their wands were finally returned to them. Just before they set to leave someone came over and whispered into Mr. Weasley’s ear, Harry watched as his face drained of color and nodded his head at the stranger.
“Ok Harry, well we must hurry. I’ve just been informed they moved your trial up.” Mr. Weasley was rushing him into the lift and soon they were descending into the lower court rooms.
“When is my hearing?” Harry asked
“Right now.”
They managed to get into the courtroom in little time. They were surrounded by ministry men and women wearing black robes. In the center of the Black Sea of robes was a large podium where Minister of Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge was seated. In Harry’s opinion it looked like a throne, but there must’ve been a stick or something he was sitting on that made him look like he had been invaded.
Fudge glanced over the rim of his glasses to watch Harry and Arthur walk in. Harry walked over to the center of the room and took a seat and the trial began. Fudge was slowly starting to lose his patience, especially as Dolores Umbridge kept pushing that there was no way dementors could’ve been seen in Little Whining. Even though Fudge knew all to well their loyalty was starting to shift elsewhere. But there was no way He- Who- Shall- Not- Be- Named could be back. He’d be out of a job! He can’t run a magical community while fear controls his people. Yes it was better this way, one day Mr. Potter would understand. For lack of a better saying, shit hit the fan when Albus Dumbledore showed up. Fudge knew at that moment there was no way he’d be able to expel Harry Potter from Hogwarts. This was confirmed when Abrella Fig, a squib who lived near Mr. Potter confirmed the sighting of dementors and allowed her memory to be viewed. After such revelation the vote came and it was two nays against the court, needless to say his and Dolores’ opinions were moot. Fudge watched as Harry tried to talk to Dumbledore but the old grump was out the door before Harry had a chance to breathe. Arthur Weasley came and ushered Harry out of the courtroom.
Harry breathed in relief as he left the courtroom with Mr. Weasley. They started the walk back up to the elevators when something compelled Harry to stop. He was looking at this weird hallway, it was darkly lit and had one single door at the end. Harry turned to look at it and was almost entranced by it, like there was a need to get inside that wasn’t necessarily his own. Before he had a chance to start walking towards it Mr. Weasley placed a hand on his shoulder and directed him back onto their course. When they finally got into the lift they were accompanied by another worker. Mr. Weasley looked at him in slight confusion that Harry chalked up to maybe the guy was new. The ride was peaceful for about two floors before the newcomer pulled out his wand.
Harry and Mr. Weasley responded by pulling theirs out only for the new guy to swiftly stun Mr. Weasley. The older man whom Harry had seen as a father figure for the better part of five years dropped like a marionette without its strings. Harry went to go stun the offender only for a wand to be pointed back at Mr. Weasley.
“Ah ah ahh Mr. Potter, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. One wrong move and I’ll do a lot worse to Weasley over here. You don’t want to be the reason your friends lose their daddy now would you?” Harry gulped and lowered his wand. He just seemed to notice that the lift had stopped working, they were stationary and Harry had no clue for how long. He was starting to panic at this point, he didn’t do small spaces very well and was desperately trying not to let it show on his face.
“What do you want?” Harry asked to which the new guy just responded with “you.” Harry didn’t have a chance to respond before a small stupify was sent directly to his chest and the world faded to black.