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Defeater-of-Darkness Locked Away!

Cristena J. Koodpa

Three weeks ago the entire Weasley family was brutally slaughtered. For days Aurors had the case on complete lock-down. It was widely believed that a few hidden Death Eaters were taking revenge for all the heroic deeds the Weasly family accomplished during the war.

This author is here to set the wrongs to rights! It was Harry potter, the Boy-Who-Lived and the Defeater-of-Darkness that murdered the Weasly family in cold blood. A secret trial was held for Potter yesterday. He was found guilty and was sentenced for life to the new prison of Azkaban Tower. Minister Maxwell made a statement claiming that Harry Potter was guilty without reasonable doubt.

It seems that not everyone will take the Minister at her word. Witch Luna Lovegood and Muggle Hermione Granger (who had been living in a sinful relationship with Potter) have been placed in the care of St. Mungo's for trying to prove Potter's innocence.

For those who wish to honor the Weasly family there will be a memorial service at Hogwarts next week.

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The light charms in the hallway needed to be replaced. They glowed dimly, adding an air of gloom to the already depressing scenery. Even if it had been day the sun's rays would never be able to each this forsaken section of the hospital. Everything was white, but it was a not cheerful like the rest of St. Mungo's. The area reeked of spoiled health potions.

Six doors lined each wall, not unlike the doors to the vaults in Gringotts.

Harry had no idea who was behind what behind what door, not did he care to take the time to find out. He used it wand to blast away the locks. The first two where empty. The third held a pitiful soul, just not the soul he was looking for. The fifth try brought him to Luna.

She was in the furthest corner, huddled into herself. The simple cotton robe she had on did little to hide her body from prying eyes. Harry felt a flash of anger and forced it down. This was not the time. She was clean and healthy looking so he knew they were taking care of her physical state.

Luna whimpered when he entered the room. Harry's heart broke at the sound. He moved until he was an arm's length away from her and crouched down.

"Oh Luna, what have they done to you? My poor little love."

He waited patently for her to acknowledge him in any way. When she lifted her head and looked at him with empty eyes violence rose up in him. He slowly moved to sit next to her and took her into his arms. She tensed, a keening noise escaping her throat.

"My darling love, my poor love, I'm here now," he murmured nonsense to her, waiting for her to calm. One hand weaved through her hair with the other rubbed her arm.

"Harry?"

He almost didn't hear her. "Yes love?"

"Are you real?"

"Yes love."

"I want to leave."

He pushed her face up so he could look into her eyes. They weren't as vacant as before, but nowhere near the Luna he knew. "Alright love." He gave her a light kiss. "Lets go find Hermione."

He picked her up and carried her from the room. Casting the blasting spell was slightly more difficult holding Luna, but Harry managed. The seventh door hid who he was looking for. Hermione lay along the back wall, facing the door. Her eyes were as vacant as Luna's had been. Her robe was ripped and dirty, as was her body. Her hair had been cut short and was in tangles.

Harry felt his rage try to rise again and brutally forced it down. Hermione showed no reaction as he and Luna approached. He sat next to her and moved Luna to one side. He brought Hermione to an upright position on his other side and looped an arm around them both.

"Ah, my girls. What have they done to my beautiful girls?" he whispered, then kissed them both on the head. Luna snuggled in closer to him while Hermione was still.

"Harry, I want to leave." Luna mumbled. "I don't like it here."

"Alright Luna. I'll take you both from here to a safe place."

Harry conjured a plush mattress and placed his girls on it comfortably. He floated them out to the hallway and laid them down gently. He went to search the remaining rooms to free any other pitiful soul. He found five in all. He was startled to find that one of them was Dolores Umbridge. He never really concerned himself with her fate, and seriously considered killing her now. Then a better idea came to him.

Harry turned a door that had fallen off its hinges into a portkey. He had the four people touch it and watched as they disappeared. He had sent them to a Wizarding mental hospital in Brazil, which was at the forefront of its field. He turned Umbridge's robe into a portkey that sent her to a Muggle mental hospital in France.

Chuckling to himself Harry turned back to his girls and took them home.

TWO EXPLOSIONS, ONE NIGHT!

Cristena J. Koodpa

Last night the new prison of Azkaban Tower exploded in a huge wave of magic! Many, prisoners and guards alike, died in the fiery blast. Notably absent from the bodies and survivors is former Boy-Who-Lived and Defeater-of-Darkness, who had only been there for five months. The world was thrown in further turmoil when the mental illness ward of St. Mungo's exploded as well, damaging the whole building. No bodies or survivors were found in that ward. The rest of the build received damaged in the blast, but no one was hurt. St. Mungo's residents as well as the wounded from the prison are being transported to the exclusive wizard's club, Excalibur, for treatment. Trained Med witches and wizards are at the prison and the club.

Reports have been swarming in about the destruction and possible reasons behind it. If you have any information on these tragic incidents please owl the Daily Profit. We will keep you posted on the lasted news.

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I have half an idea swimming around my head for another chapter that will wrap things up a little more clearly, so if you're interested let me know and I'll see what I can do. And please forgive me (and point it out) if I misspell some Harry Potterism (like portkey or what-ever-its-called-when-they-teleport).