Midnights in Hell 3
By phoenixgod2000
Authors note: there I was all set to ignore this story while trying to finish the next chapter of something when I had to go and read thesteffis story where he compliments Midnights in Hell. So I went back over it to read it and decided what the hell, the chapters are kinda short, why not work on it again.
I would've thought the interrogation chambers of the Ministry of Magic would be gray. Or maybe black. Possibly puce.
In a million years I would never have guessed white.
White walls. White ceiling and white floors. Even the table in front of me and the chair beneath my bum was white metal. White, white, white. It made Kingsly stand out like the mole on Cho Chang's ass.
Don't ask me how I know that.
He paced in front of me so fast I got a little dizzy from looking at him. I decided to focus on a spot in the corner of the room to prevent nausea. He looked a little like a big black lion and the looks he was shooting at me made me think he wanted to swallow my head.
What the hell was I doing here?
I do my good doggie bit and stay with the Dursley's all summer except for a few visits by some order members who kindly decided letting me stew in my juices wasn't the kindest thing they could do to me and this was the thanks I get? Hauled into the Ministry interrogation room by someone I thought was a friend.
My life is the definition of craptastic.
"Eleanor Mitchell. Padma and Parvati Patil. Nymphadora Tonks. Do you know what they all have in common?" Kingsly growled out. His dark hands gripped his wand so hard I thought it would snap. He looked scared of me. Apparently skinny kids in size 50 pants intimidated aurors.
Good to know.
"I have no idea who that first name is." I muttered wearily, "but I know the rest of them. Tonks has been visiting me over the summer. Parvati was in my house at Hogwarts and she was my date to the Yule ball in my fourth year. You know that."
"They're dead." Kingsly spat. "They're all dead and they were mutilated."
My stomach dropped into my shoes. Dead? I remembered Padma and Parvati the night of the Yule ball. I remembered the shabby way me and Ron treated them, and I remembered that I always meant to apologize to them. Now I would never get the chance.
Tonks…
She would come over when I would do outside chores and teach me things. Talk to me about Auror training and what you had to do. Showed me a few moves. She was cool. She was older.
I had a little crush on her.
Now she was dead too.
My dead friends and family list was way too long for a sixteen year old.
"Why did you bring me down here?"
That's good. Focus on something else. Keep your mind off the death.
"BECAUSE YOU DID IT POTTER!"
Huh?
"Whatever you think I did you're wrong." I shot back angrily. "I've been a good little monkey for Dumbledore all summer. I haven't even left my yard. You have guards on me, you know I haven't left."
"What I know Potter is that you magical signature was all over Tonks' cold body and you can't fake that." Kingsly growled.
I leaned back in my chair to hide the fact my mind was spinning worse than my head after a three shots of fire whiskey and a flight on my firebolt.
I don't recommend trying that.
"I swear, I didn't do this." I said quietly. "I…liked…Tonks. She visited me when no one else would. Talked to me. She was my friend when everyone else in the order just wanted to push me around."
"And now she's dead. With your signature all over the crime scene."
"I'm not going to know how that got there no matter how many times you say that to me." I shot back. I was getting angry now. I had spent all last year with Voldemort in my head and Dumbledore ignoring me. My godfather had just died and Dudley was back on his diet so I was getting that much to eat anymore and now they were throwing this crap on me?
I'm seriously starting to think the Wizarding world needs to go.
"Stand up. We're going to take you down to holding till you decide to say something worth hearing."
So I stand up and I'm a good boy up until I get to the holding cell. Kingsly and Dawlish were standing behind me and prodding me with their wands when I decide to become a bad boy.
I grab Dawlish's wand—him being the worst auror of the two—and I spin around shouting 'stupefy' and down Kingsly goes. I'm a little embarrassed for him. Dawlish goes down a minute later after I knee him in the crotch, take his wand and shove it straight up his nose before stunning him.
And then I'm alone in the hallway. One skinny teen in size fifty pants and two downed aurors.
Now how the hell am I supposed to get out of here?