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Harry opened his eyes, he felt strangely warm, he tried to look around but everything was dizzy, there was lot of golden light in his eyes. He tried to stand up, but only now realised that he was lying on a sofa. He ran his hand tiredly over his face trying to remember where he was, when it hit him that he didn't have glasses on. Trying to find them to his surprise they were put on his face and room came back into focus. He was in Dumbledore's office.
In front of him was Dumbledore with very –unreadable expression. There was no spark in his eyes and no smile on his lips. Only a smoky goblet was in his hands, what he gave to Harry with order to drink it –Harry did and felt warming sensation washing over him, his mind came back to focus.
"What happened," Harry asked a bit confused after a while.
"I believe during interrogation of Peter Pettigrew you a bit… overreacted. So we had to give you a calming potion, unfortunately Minister not knowing of your reaction to Dementors brought them here to escort Mr Pettigrew to the Ministry of Magic," explained Dumbledore calmly as he made his way back behind his table.
With old man's explanation came back Harry's memories of the past few hours with horrible speed. And for the first time now he really understood what he had done, it hit him so hard that he even couldn't breath for a few moments. "I killed him," Harry whispered more to himself then anyone else. Coldness started developing in his chest swallowing him into it, into his memory came dead eyes of Sirius Black and disappointment of Professor Lupin when they had parted…
"Yes Harry unfortunately…. Yes, I heard what happened" said Dumbledore quietly, "Harry come sit here," he added after a pause. Harry stood up on his wobbly legs and made his way to the chair headmaster had pointed him. He even didn't have to watch at Headmaster to know he was sad, disappointed and displeased.
"Harry as much as hate to say so… even in these circumstances I must ask you to understand the seriousness of situation. It is out of my hands now to help you in any way," old man stated gravely. There was silence for a long time as Harry realized that his situation was really, really bad.
"What happens to me now?" he finally asked miserably, but knowing that whatever was coming, he had earned it. His hands were slightly shaking, few tears running down his cheeks, but in his mind was complete chaos. Chaos filled with blurred visions from the Shrieking Shack. But in the same time –empty. Emptiness what seemed to threaten eat him alive… slowly sucking him into it's endless void.
"Harry I must tell you that nothing, I repeat nothing justifies taking life of another if there is another way," stated old man in low and incredibly tired voice what held edge of disappointment, "I must ask you to understand Harry that as a headmaster of this school I have no other option then to expel you"
"I understand," Harry answered –and he did. Although some feeling inside him told him that it won't end just with that. He could only imagine what his Aunt and Uncle would say when he went back to their house. More tears started rolling out of Harry's once bright green eyes, what now where dark and dull.
As they both sat there in silence suddenly a nock on the door rang throw the quiet room, Dumbledore permitted entrance to whoever was behind the door and next moment Mr Malfoy and Minister of Magic entered. They both looked first at Harry then at older man. Minister was first to speak.
"Ah Albus I see boy has awaken" Minister said in business like manner. Old man only nodded still looking at Harry with expression that clearly showed every bit of his one hundred and fifty six years. "Crying won't help you anymore, Boy," Minister spat at Harry after moment, Harry immediately brushed away his tears with sleeve.
"Well, well, well Mister Potter," came low silky voice what belonged to Malfoy, "Quite surprise that is… you of all people… and at your age. Like you didn't have enough fame yet…. No you thought that you can do whatever you want… well now I hope you got used to Dementors previously…. Yes that's right Mister Potter I believe you will get used to them soon enough," he sneered at Harry with glee in his eyes," everyone does… sooner or later…" he added even more silkily.
"Now, now Lucius that's not that certain yet," Fudge said, but look in his eyes were just as vivid as Malfoy's, "I hope you Albus told him about the trial and expulsion already?" Minister asked turning to face Headmaster.
"Not quite yet, Harry I'm afraid that you have to face trial soon about the events in the Shrieking Shack," answered old man to Minister and after that turning to Harry. Boy Who Lived didn't say anything. He understood that his situation wasn't any good and he knew he deserved whatever was coming, he knew he was guilty. Staring eyes of Sirius Black came back into his mind.
"I believe the trial will be held be tomorrow morning?" Lucius Malfoy asked casually moving to Harry's left side looking at Minister. "Yes… yes I believe. If it is alright with you Albus?" Fudge asked turning to old man. "Why yes it is I believe, but I will inform you in the morning about the matter. Harry here needs a good rest first and there are some things I need know first"
"Look Dumbledore I want to be over with this as soon as possible, I don't have time to play games with Potter. He is guilty and that is that," Lucius Malfoy sneered at Dumbledore angrily, but that cause absolutely no reaction from an elder man whatsoever. "Yes, yes, you seem to be very eager to be over with this matter Lucius, implausibly eager I would say if you would excuse my …diction" Dumbledore said looking at Malfoy sternly.
"Are you suggesting something Dumbledore?" asked other man getting colder then before. "Of course not, but Harry's trial will be held when we are ready, not when you will have or not have time for it" said old mage with finality in his voice, but Lucius wasn't going to give up so easily, "and you have time to find yet another way to weasel him out of trouble? It may have worked last year and year before last… But this time is another matter."
Dumbledore looked at Malfoy with strange expression throw narrowed eyes before starting slowly talking. "Situation is very serious Mr Malfoy and I believe very … inconvenient for the ministry, therefore I believe Ministry should not rush and make yet another wrong decision. And what concerns last two years I hope I don't need to remind you that it is not any of your concerns!"
"He has broken more school rules then anyone else" Malfoy spat looking angry now. Harry looked a bit amazed at two men –he was surprised that Dumbledore still wanted to help him, he didn't understand why though. He had murdered an innocent man after all. He deserved what ever came –even if it was Dementors kiss.
"And how does that concerns you?" Dumbledore asked calmly. "I am school governor if you don't remember!" spat Malfoy back. Dumbledore to Harry's surprise only chuckled on that comment, "Do I have to remind you that School Governor's duty isn't to punish those who brake school rules, this authority If I remember correctly still leis with Professors and…well Headmaster of this school"
It seemed that Malfoy didn't have anything to say back, Harry noticed that his hands were slightly shaking from anger, next moment he turned to Minister, "You'll know where to find me Fudge" and with that swept out of the room leaving them behind.
"Now Cornelius, is there anything else you wish from me?" Dumbledore asked sitting back behind his table, Harry even didn't remember when old man had stood up.
"Ah yes indeed, I need to confiscate Potter's wand," Dumbledore gave requested item to Minister of Magic who put it into small wooden box what he had previously taken from his pocket.
Harry watched with somehow strange empty emotion –he knew that it was probably last time he ever saw that artefact, but he was too empty and too tired to really realise what it meant.
With that Fudge bid his farewell (only to Dumbledore) and made his way out of the room leaving Harry with headmaster alone again.
"Harry," old man stood up and walked over to one drawer and took out small bottle with some strange dark-coloured liquid, "Promise me one thing, that whatever happens you won't do anything stupid like get yourself killed or run away" In any other situation Harry would have laughed at this, but at the moment he didn't. Dumbledore had spoken with ultimate seriousness and Harry knew old man wasn't joking.
"Al… alright. I promise," Harry answered. Dumbledore seemed to be satisfied with his answer because he didn't comment on it anymore. Instead took a seat behind his table again, "I know Harry you are tired, but there are some people who would like to see you in Azkaban as soon as possible, as I hope you have now realised. Though don't worry about it much, your actions are understandable giving the circumstances… not excusable, but yes, understandable."
Harry didn't know what to say or do. He wanted to scream, to yell and run away and hide all at the same time. Why was Dumbledore so sympatric to him, why he still stood up for him, why he still wanted to help Harry? It was all so confusing and tiring that Harry felt his headache return. He wanted to be alone, he wanted to turn time back, so he could change his mistake, but he knew there was nothing to do. What was done was done.
"Worst thing Harry is that you used unforgivable curse. Even Aurors aren't permitted to use them. If you would have only used some other way… You'd still had a chance to graduate this school and live a life as a wizard, but now… I'm sorry Harry. Unforgivable is as it's name states. Usually it is enough to gain lifetime in Azkaban. And that is a fact on what some will play in the trial. Though circumstances must be taken into account" Harry didn't know, yet again anything to say on this. He just stared at the floor not having courage to look up.
"It is late now," Headmaster said standing up, "Let's go Harry. I'll walk you to your dormitory" The journey was quiet and neither said a thing. Only sound was low breathing and Harry's footsteps. Dumbledore seemed more to be soundlessly gliding over the floor then walking. Finally reaching portrait of a fat Lady Dumbledore stopped.
"Harry, here is dreamless sleep potion. Promise me that you'll go straight to bed and drink it all," he looked sternly into Harry's eyes as boy nodded then only saying goodnight old man turned around and glided soundlessly away leaving Harry alone.
Suddenly out of nowhere Harry's mind was bombarded with what seemed like hundreds of thoughts. Most of them were to about escaping. Grab someone's wand and then escape, or run on the top of astronomy tower and jump down seemed equally good. But Harry's promise to Dumbledore was only thing what prevented from doing what his all instincts told.
Instead he made his way to Common Room where he found his two friends nervously waiting for him. Of course they attacked Harry with questions the moment he entered, but all Harry said to them was that he was tired –he was tired and wanted to be left alone. So quite rudely he swept to his room leaving his two best friends behind with promise to talk to them in the morning.
In his room Harry undressed and crept to bed. He now realised that it was probably last nigh he slept in that bed, last night he slept in the castle and last night he spent in the wizarding world. Not able to face those thoughts and emotions Harry drank dreamless potion Dumbledore had given him and fell into much needed and appreciated dreamless sleep.
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