"But…I didn't do it!" cried Harry Potter for the 100th time. "I mean it, it wasn't me."
Albus Dumbledore pierced Harry with a solemn look, "Now my boy, I know you didn't mean too. But this sort of thing happens to the best of us."
Harry groaned in frustration. He had been sat here for the past hour, explaining how it couldn't have been him that did it.
Snape chose now to butt in. "If I may headmaster," He drawled "I don't know why we are still here when we know it was Potter. Just expel him now and get it over with." Ignoring Harry's glare, Snape ploughed on, "There was no-one else it could be, and Mr Malfoy already confirmed it, how much more evidence could you possibly need?"
And it went on and on. Finally, after 2 hours of non-stop blaming and defending Dumbledore finally came to an idea.
"Oh, my boy, why don't I just check your memory of what you were doing at the time?" He proudly said.
Harry, seeing no faster way of leaving said yes.
"Ok then, Legilimency!"
"Potter!" Called the unmistaken voice of Draco Malfoy.
"What do you want now?" asked Harry turning around to a sneering slytherin, internally groaning. Why would he just leave Harry alone?
"I heard that you Mud blood is in the hospital wing again, what did she do this time, drop a stack of books on her foot?" Malfoy cackled.
Harry hadn't heard anything after the word mud blood and walked away, leaving the blond to insult an empty space."
Dumbledore stared at Harry, "You mean it wasn't you who transfigured Mr. Malfoy into a ferret?" He said in disbelief.
Harry merely nodded and left the room, he had a transfiguration essay to do!