A/N: May be you remember this…it was up once, but now it is the sequel to
Dream's Don't Die. Ah, that story! It is probably the best writing, but
the saddest I've ever done. Read it if you haven't. I guarantee that you
will be lost if you don't read it. This starts out well, much differently
than Dreams Don't Die. It is a bit more lighthearted. Draco won't find
out for a while. You'll have to wait!!!
Disclaimer: The characters in this story that are from the Harry Potter books belong to J.K. Rowling. Any characters not mentioned in her books belong to me. Please do not use them.
Priori Incantatem
By Liz
Chapter One:
The Truth Serum
"It's all my fault!" Harry exclaimed. He threw his hand up and then attempted to wipe his tears with his fingers. Ron handed him a tissue, but Hermione spoke up.
"Really," she reasoned, "It's not your fault! You didn't do anything! He visited you because he cares for you!" In her heart she knew what the problem was. The people that Harry loved tended to suffer a lot. She knew this was hard on him! He was afraid that it was all beacause of him.
"You can't blame yourself for that," Ron added quickly, "and y' know, he is getting a trial this time."
"How fair can it be!?" Harry demanded angrily, trying to ignore the pangs of his heart "You both know who is in charge!"
Ron and Hermione exchanged looks. They did know who was in charge. None other than the Minister of Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge. Harry looked out of the window in disgust. And the hits just keep on coming…
-*-
"Congratulations on the capture of Black, Minister!"
"A word please, Minister!"
"If I may ask, sir, how did you do it?!"
The reporters crowded around Mr. Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, as he strode up the steps of the Ministry. He waved and smiled at them as he went by. Acting cleverly busy was what he did best. Actually being busy, or clever was another matter.
The top auror in the Ministry was waiting in his office. Fudge gave him a warm smile.
"Good to see you again, Tom! Have a seat. How go things in the law enforcement business?"
"They go very well now that Black is apprehended!" He stared at Fudge in reverence, "How did you find him?" Tom Smythe had worked his way up to his position with great difficulty. You got really good at spells when everyone was trying to knock everyone else off so that they could get a good job. He couldn't believe that someone like Cornelius Fudge, the laughable (behind his back, of course) Minister had done something well, significant. And on his own.
"Oh, oh..." Fudge waved the question aside as if it were unimportant. He had perfected that wave, it made him feel very superior, "Trick of the trade, son. Simple really. But-ah-do forgive me, but-" he gestured at the piles of paperwork on his desk, another little tidbit that helped him. If confused, act busy and they'll leave.
"Of course, sir!" Tom said, jumping up, "just let me congratulate you again. Spectacular, sir!" He walked out in a daze. He'd never understand that man…
Fudge nodded and smiled until he left. He hummed to himself rather softly and off-key. How did you find him? Well, Fudge rather liked people in awe of him. He'd never tell anyone about the letter he'd received from an anonymous sender. He hummed louder and took out a crossword thoughtfully. Ah, that letter… it had told him all he needed to know about a certain black dog that was seen around Hogsmeade. Fudge wasn't the brightest man in the world, but he had known enough to catch Black and take the credit for himself. It had never occurred to him who would want him apprehended, but didn't want the credit. He never thought that there might have been a reason that someone had squealed. Blissfully unaware, he turned his attention to the puzzle. What was a four-letter word for unintelligent?
But if anyone had happened to be at the Ministry when the letter was delivered to Fudge, and then they happened to look at the ground for some reason, they'd see a shabby looking rat scampering away.
-*-
Witches and wizards came from near and far to see the trial of Sirius Black, which was held in Azkaban's courtroom. It was a room (spacious) with many benches (uncomfortable) strewn about. The dementors were not present, much to the relief of all attending. The courtroom was rather warm because it was so packed with bodies and everyone was talking restlessly. It was the trial of a murderer, after all.
The jurors: Albus Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy, and ten other important Ministry members, were all seated and waiting. Lucius looked especially surly, probably because he was sitting next to Dumbledore, who was smiling and talking to Mad-Eye Moody. He was, however, quite pleased with himself for forbidding his wife to leave the house. Who knows what trouble SHE would cause if she was here…
Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the audience, of course. Dumbledore had agreed to let them out of school. Harry was impatiently searching the room with his eyes. He couldn't stand the wait! Where was Sirius?
Hermione had noticed his mood and wondered how to calm him down. He was very worried, though he tried to conceal it, "Harry!" she said, "It'll be okay! They'll use Veritaserum for sure! They HAVE to. It'll be okay! What can go wrong?"
Harry proceeded to think about just what could go wrong. He added four more things to the list in his head.
"I dunno," Ron replied to Hermione, "Fudge can mess up anything."
Harry said nothing since he was busy looking at the floor and counting the bad things that could happen.
"He wouldn't sabotage the trial!" Hermione cried, clearly shocked.
"You think too well of him just 'cause he's the Minister of Magic," Ron told her, "That doesn't make him essentially good." Hermione carefully kicked Ron on the ankle. He yelped quietly.
"I wouldn't put anything past him if he was trying to look good!" Harry spat out bitterly.
Ron changed tactics and strove to calm Harry and not to get kicked again, "Well, Dumbledore wouldn't let him mess it up," he said with confidence. "Oh, they're starting!" Harry's head snapped around in a split-second.
-*-
Narcissa was going crazy. She was pacing up and down the halls of the house, knowing that she couldn't leave. The servants were loyal to him. Oh, yes, she knew that there was not one person in that house that she could trust. She sat down and put her head in her hands.
There was nothing she could do anyway. She couldn't stand up at the trial and curse Fudge out. Heaven knows she'd love to! But, there was Draco! She lost it for a moment and cursed him. If he wasn't here, if he hadn't been born, it would be fine.
She sighed loudly and rebuked herself. Draco was keeping her sane. He WAS the only thing that she had. Oh, yes. But he was slipping away…far far away.
She rose and walked thoughtfully up the spiraling stairs, pretending not to notice the servants peering at her from what they thought were inconspicuous places.
Sirius would be fine…just fine…
And, with those thoughts pushing aside her fears, she walked to her room and closed the door.
-*-
Sirius was brought out, magically bound and sat down behind a small table. His face had the same look as Barty Crouch Jr.'s had had when he had been given the truth serum. Harry relaxed a bit. It would be fine...just fine…forget about the 64 bad things that could happen… or was it 65?
Fudge stood up. "Today," he proclaimed, "We have here the trial of an already convicted murderer. Some of you may ask why. Why is it necessary when we already know that he did indeed murder thirteen people with a single curse?" He paused, "But at the insistence of certain individuals," he glanced at Dumbledore, "this trial is taking place."
He walked over to Sirius. "The prisoner, Mr. Sirius Black, was given Veritaserum, the strongest truth potion in the world. After questioning, the jury will decide his fate."
Fudge smiled evilly to himself. This was the moment that he would be in the spotlight. Now that he'd caught Black he would finish the job. Dumbledore was only one man, and no one could stop him now. He had to prove that he didn't need anyone, not even the famous headmaster of Hogwarts. He would show them all.
He began his questioning. "Is your name Sirius Black?"
Sirius, of course, answered yes and Fudge asked a few other simple questions to test the potion. He seemed satisfied and continued, with a mocking smile he couldn't contain.
"Sirius Black, did you cause the death of Peter Pettigrew?"
All three students involuntarily sucked in their breath. Harry went numb. Hermione quickly took his hand. It was ice cold. The answer came almost immediately, but it seemed like an eternity.
"No."
Murmurs broke out among the audience and the jurors. Hermione wondered if Lucius' scowl could get any deeper. Dumbledore looked as unsurprised and amiable as ever.
Fudge blinked. Alarms were buzzing off in his petrified brain. He tried again.
"Er- did you murder Peter Pettigrew?"
"No, I did not," Sirius answered in a toneless voice. More voices broke out, louder this time. Many looked like they didn't know what to do or even believe what they were hearing.
Harry nearly laughed at the look on Fudge's face. He was absolutely shocked. His eyed nearly popped and his face was turning pale.
"Wh- what?" he faltered.
"We all heard the prisoner," Mad-Eye Moody said somewhat sharply, "Carry on."
Fudge controlled himself with great effort. His voice shook, "Did you use a curse which resulted in the deaths of thirteen people?"
"No."
Fudge was now beside himself. No, he would NOT believe it. He looked for alternatives, anything but this! His face was flushed in anger.
"The potion!" he yelled, turning to the audience and jurors, "The potion is faulty!! I demand to know what imbecile made this potion!!!"
"I made that potion," said a familiar voice from behind Harry. He whirled around to see an extremely irate Professor Severus Snape giving Fudge a murderous glare.
Fudge backed up a step and reconsidered.
"Then- then someone wasn't watching him! He m-must not have taken it!!!"
A gigantic man stood up. "I was watching him," said Hagrid coldly.
Fudge backed up again and Ron snorted with suppressed laughter. Dumbledore came to his rescue.
"Are you ready for the jury to decide?" he asked amiably.
Fudge replied that he was not at all ready because someone had obviously messed with the truth serum.
"I don't believe it!" Hermione hissed to Harry and Ron. "That- that idiot is still trying to convict Sirius!!"
"Fudge won't last long as Minister after this performance," Ron told them happily. He grinned, "Did you see the look on his face when Hagrid stood up?! If only he'd finished Fudge off for us..."
"Well," Harry said brightly, cheered by the fact that Fudge was toast now, "Snape might poison him if Hagrid doesn't get to him first!"
Hermione tsked at them and Harry stared at the jury. They were in conversation, or actually in an argument, with Fudge. Finally Dumbledore announced that the court would reconvene in a week's time at 2:00 p.m.
Harry could tell by Fudge's expression that this was not his idea and Harry had to agree, but for different reasons. As they walked to the door, he frowned violently. He looked for Sirius, but he was gone. How could they make Sirius stay in Azkaban for a whole week!?! Those dementors...he shuddered. It just wasn't fair why-
But his thoughts were lost when Hermione fell into him as Fudge, in his hurry to leave, knocked her over. Soon, the courtroom was nearly empty. Hermione watched Harry's face carefully. She couldn't stand to see him like this.
"We've got to go see him," she told them. They both gave her looks.
"No really?" said Ron sarcastically, "but how do you plan on doing that? They'll never let us in."
She could have kicked him again. He was a good friend, but really, there were times when we don't say things like this. Like when Harry is depressed enough to ask go up to a Slytherin and amicably ask him (the Slytherin) to please use a killing curse on him (Harry Potter).
"He's right, Hermione," Harry sighed. "There's no way."
"Oh, really?" Hermione asked mischievously. They sat down beside her on a bench in the now empty courtroom. She put the small bag that she carried with her on her lap and opened it. It was a nifty little bag, bewitched so that it looked small on the outside but could fit almost anything in it. The only trouble was finding what you wanted.
"What are you looking for?" asked Ron curiously as she rummaged around in the bag.
"Hold on- I think- ah! Yes, here it is!" She drew out a flask filled with what looked like mud. Familiar mud...
"Oh no!!!" Harry and Ron exclaimed together. Both were horrified.
"That'd better not be what I think it is!" Ron told her, backing away.
Hermione smiled, "C'mon, Polyjuice Potion isn't that bad!"
"Hermione, last time you got turned into a cat," Harry reminded her.
"Well," she replied almost smugly, "I won't be taking it." She looked at them, raising her eyebrows.
"Er- no thanks," said Ron, shying away.
"Do you want to see Sirius or not? It's the only way."
Harry sighed resignedly as he contemplated the truth of this statement, "We owe it to him. All right, who am I going to be?"
"Fudge, of course!" she informed him sweetly. There was not one sound for a moment. Then-
"No way Hermione."
"C'mon!"
"I'm not being that idiotic no-brained-"
"It's for Sirius, " she reminded him, knowing he would give in, probably throwing up his hands in a dramatic gesture to boot.
"Oh, fine," Harry gave in, throwing up his hands, "Stop laughing Ron!!"
"You, as - as Fudge!" Ron snickered. Harry took a swing at him and missed.
"Let's get this over with!" Harry suggested to Hermione, ignoring Ron, who was shaking with mirth.
"Uh huh," she agreed as she searched her bag once more. "I know I have a hair here somewhere..."
Harry peered into the bag. "Whoa!" He pulled out a bottle, "what's this, and this? How much stuff do you have in here?"
"Plenty," she replied, "I'm prepared. Ah- here it is." She put the hair in the potion. It turned hot pink.
Harry gulped nervously, eying the flamboyant potion, "Are you sure this is the only way?"
Hermione crossed her arms, "I'm open to suggestions."
"Uh, what's Harry going to wear once he's Fudge?" Ron inquired, also looking into the bag with interest.
"I nearly forgot!" Hermione dug in the bag and handed Harry robes. "Sorry, no shoes, I can't find them. Oh, well."
Harry closed his eyes, took a deep breath, silently prayed he wouldn't turn into a cat, and took a drink.
A/N: Lord, that was long! Don't expect them all to be so long. Whoa, I was surprised! Anywayz…there is going to be a bit of Harry and the others, well, a LOT of them. And some Voldemort! And some of everyone else! Yes…
REVIEW!!! PLEASE? With a strawberry on top…(I hope you aren't allergic to them…)
Mrs Grim
A THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVIEWERS OF DREAMS DON'T DIE----siriuslyinlove, the provider of extreme pleasure, blume-chan, dede, little hectate, lala, thistlemeg, D.S. Moony, Savior of Light, Rugi Gwena, urbanprincess2382, tangible visions, Laura-Grace, CrystalWolf, and E.M.C. YOU ARE ALL GREAT!!! THANKS SO MUCH!!!
Disclaimer: The characters in this story that are from the Harry Potter books belong to J.K. Rowling. Any characters not mentioned in her books belong to me. Please do not use them.
Priori Incantatem
By Liz
Chapter One:
The Truth Serum
"It's all my fault!" Harry exclaimed. He threw his hand up and then attempted to wipe his tears with his fingers. Ron handed him a tissue, but Hermione spoke up.
"Really," she reasoned, "It's not your fault! You didn't do anything! He visited you because he cares for you!" In her heart she knew what the problem was. The people that Harry loved tended to suffer a lot. She knew this was hard on him! He was afraid that it was all beacause of him.
"You can't blame yourself for that," Ron added quickly, "and y' know, he is getting a trial this time."
"How fair can it be!?" Harry demanded angrily, trying to ignore the pangs of his heart "You both know who is in charge!"
Ron and Hermione exchanged looks. They did know who was in charge. None other than the Minister of Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge. Harry looked out of the window in disgust. And the hits just keep on coming…
-*-
"Congratulations on the capture of Black, Minister!"
"A word please, Minister!"
"If I may ask, sir, how did you do it?!"
The reporters crowded around Mr. Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, as he strode up the steps of the Ministry. He waved and smiled at them as he went by. Acting cleverly busy was what he did best. Actually being busy, or clever was another matter.
The top auror in the Ministry was waiting in his office. Fudge gave him a warm smile.
"Good to see you again, Tom! Have a seat. How go things in the law enforcement business?"
"They go very well now that Black is apprehended!" He stared at Fudge in reverence, "How did you find him?" Tom Smythe had worked his way up to his position with great difficulty. You got really good at spells when everyone was trying to knock everyone else off so that they could get a good job. He couldn't believe that someone like Cornelius Fudge, the laughable (behind his back, of course) Minister had done something well, significant. And on his own.
"Oh, oh..." Fudge waved the question aside as if it were unimportant. He had perfected that wave, it made him feel very superior, "Trick of the trade, son. Simple really. But-ah-do forgive me, but-" he gestured at the piles of paperwork on his desk, another little tidbit that helped him. If confused, act busy and they'll leave.
"Of course, sir!" Tom said, jumping up, "just let me congratulate you again. Spectacular, sir!" He walked out in a daze. He'd never understand that man…
Fudge nodded and smiled until he left. He hummed to himself rather softly and off-key. How did you find him? Well, Fudge rather liked people in awe of him. He'd never tell anyone about the letter he'd received from an anonymous sender. He hummed louder and took out a crossword thoughtfully. Ah, that letter… it had told him all he needed to know about a certain black dog that was seen around Hogsmeade. Fudge wasn't the brightest man in the world, but he had known enough to catch Black and take the credit for himself. It had never occurred to him who would want him apprehended, but didn't want the credit. He never thought that there might have been a reason that someone had squealed. Blissfully unaware, he turned his attention to the puzzle. What was a four-letter word for unintelligent?
But if anyone had happened to be at the Ministry when the letter was delivered to Fudge, and then they happened to look at the ground for some reason, they'd see a shabby looking rat scampering away.
-*-
Witches and wizards came from near and far to see the trial of Sirius Black, which was held in Azkaban's courtroom. It was a room (spacious) with many benches (uncomfortable) strewn about. The dementors were not present, much to the relief of all attending. The courtroom was rather warm because it was so packed with bodies and everyone was talking restlessly. It was the trial of a murderer, after all.
The jurors: Albus Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy, and ten other important Ministry members, were all seated and waiting. Lucius looked especially surly, probably because he was sitting next to Dumbledore, who was smiling and talking to Mad-Eye Moody. He was, however, quite pleased with himself for forbidding his wife to leave the house. Who knows what trouble SHE would cause if she was here…
Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the audience, of course. Dumbledore had agreed to let them out of school. Harry was impatiently searching the room with his eyes. He couldn't stand the wait! Where was Sirius?
Hermione had noticed his mood and wondered how to calm him down. He was very worried, though he tried to conceal it, "Harry!" she said, "It'll be okay! They'll use Veritaserum for sure! They HAVE to. It'll be okay! What can go wrong?"
Harry proceeded to think about just what could go wrong. He added four more things to the list in his head.
"I dunno," Ron replied to Hermione, "Fudge can mess up anything."
Harry said nothing since he was busy looking at the floor and counting the bad things that could happen.
"He wouldn't sabotage the trial!" Hermione cried, clearly shocked.
"You think too well of him just 'cause he's the Minister of Magic," Ron told her, "That doesn't make him essentially good." Hermione carefully kicked Ron on the ankle. He yelped quietly.
"I wouldn't put anything past him if he was trying to look good!" Harry spat out bitterly.
Ron changed tactics and strove to calm Harry and not to get kicked again, "Well, Dumbledore wouldn't let him mess it up," he said with confidence. "Oh, they're starting!" Harry's head snapped around in a split-second.
-*-
Narcissa was going crazy. She was pacing up and down the halls of the house, knowing that she couldn't leave. The servants were loyal to him. Oh, yes, she knew that there was not one person in that house that she could trust. She sat down and put her head in her hands.
There was nothing she could do anyway. She couldn't stand up at the trial and curse Fudge out. Heaven knows she'd love to! But, there was Draco! She lost it for a moment and cursed him. If he wasn't here, if he hadn't been born, it would be fine.
She sighed loudly and rebuked herself. Draco was keeping her sane. He WAS the only thing that she had. Oh, yes. But he was slipping away…far far away.
She rose and walked thoughtfully up the spiraling stairs, pretending not to notice the servants peering at her from what they thought were inconspicuous places.
Sirius would be fine…just fine…
And, with those thoughts pushing aside her fears, she walked to her room and closed the door.
-*-
Sirius was brought out, magically bound and sat down behind a small table. His face had the same look as Barty Crouch Jr.'s had had when he had been given the truth serum. Harry relaxed a bit. It would be fine...just fine…forget about the 64 bad things that could happen… or was it 65?
Fudge stood up. "Today," he proclaimed, "We have here the trial of an already convicted murderer. Some of you may ask why. Why is it necessary when we already know that he did indeed murder thirteen people with a single curse?" He paused, "But at the insistence of certain individuals," he glanced at Dumbledore, "this trial is taking place."
He walked over to Sirius. "The prisoner, Mr. Sirius Black, was given Veritaserum, the strongest truth potion in the world. After questioning, the jury will decide his fate."
Fudge smiled evilly to himself. This was the moment that he would be in the spotlight. Now that he'd caught Black he would finish the job. Dumbledore was only one man, and no one could stop him now. He had to prove that he didn't need anyone, not even the famous headmaster of Hogwarts. He would show them all.
He began his questioning. "Is your name Sirius Black?"
Sirius, of course, answered yes and Fudge asked a few other simple questions to test the potion. He seemed satisfied and continued, with a mocking smile he couldn't contain.
"Sirius Black, did you cause the death of Peter Pettigrew?"
All three students involuntarily sucked in their breath. Harry went numb. Hermione quickly took his hand. It was ice cold. The answer came almost immediately, but it seemed like an eternity.
"No."
Murmurs broke out among the audience and the jurors. Hermione wondered if Lucius' scowl could get any deeper. Dumbledore looked as unsurprised and amiable as ever.
Fudge blinked. Alarms were buzzing off in his petrified brain. He tried again.
"Er- did you murder Peter Pettigrew?"
"No, I did not," Sirius answered in a toneless voice. More voices broke out, louder this time. Many looked like they didn't know what to do or even believe what they were hearing.
Harry nearly laughed at the look on Fudge's face. He was absolutely shocked. His eyed nearly popped and his face was turning pale.
"Wh- what?" he faltered.
"We all heard the prisoner," Mad-Eye Moody said somewhat sharply, "Carry on."
Fudge controlled himself with great effort. His voice shook, "Did you use a curse which resulted in the deaths of thirteen people?"
"No."
Fudge was now beside himself. No, he would NOT believe it. He looked for alternatives, anything but this! His face was flushed in anger.
"The potion!" he yelled, turning to the audience and jurors, "The potion is faulty!! I demand to know what imbecile made this potion!!!"
"I made that potion," said a familiar voice from behind Harry. He whirled around to see an extremely irate Professor Severus Snape giving Fudge a murderous glare.
Fudge backed up a step and reconsidered.
"Then- then someone wasn't watching him! He m-must not have taken it!!!"
A gigantic man stood up. "I was watching him," said Hagrid coldly.
Fudge backed up again and Ron snorted with suppressed laughter. Dumbledore came to his rescue.
"Are you ready for the jury to decide?" he asked amiably.
Fudge replied that he was not at all ready because someone had obviously messed with the truth serum.
"I don't believe it!" Hermione hissed to Harry and Ron. "That- that idiot is still trying to convict Sirius!!"
"Fudge won't last long as Minister after this performance," Ron told them happily. He grinned, "Did you see the look on his face when Hagrid stood up?! If only he'd finished Fudge off for us..."
"Well," Harry said brightly, cheered by the fact that Fudge was toast now, "Snape might poison him if Hagrid doesn't get to him first!"
Hermione tsked at them and Harry stared at the jury. They were in conversation, or actually in an argument, with Fudge. Finally Dumbledore announced that the court would reconvene in a week's time at 2:00 p.m.
Harry could tell by Fudge's expression that this was not his idea and Harry had to agree, but for different reasons. As they walked to the door, he frowned violently. He looked for Sirius, but he was gone. How could they make Sirius stay in Azkaban for a whole week!?! Those dementors...he shuddered. It just wasn't fair why-
But his thoughts were lost when Hermione fell into him as Fudge, in his hurry to leave, knocked her over. Soon, the courtroom was nearly empty. Hermione watched Harry's face carefully. She couldn't stand to see him like this.
"We've got to go see him," she told them. They both gave her looks.
"No really?" said Ron sarcastically, "but how do you plan on doing that? They'll never let us in."
She could have kicked him again. He was a good friend, but really, there were times when we don't say things like this. Like when Harry is depressed enough to ask go up to a Slytherin and amicably ask him (the Slytherin) to please use a killing curse on him (Harry Potter).
"He's right, Hermione," Harry sighed. "There's no way."
"Oh, really?" Hermione asked mischievously. They sat down beside her on a bench in the now empty courtroom. She put the small bag that she carried with her on her lap and opened it. It was a nifty little bag, bewitched so that it looked small on the outside but could fit almost anything in it. The only trouble was finding what you wanted.
"What are you looking for?" asked Ron curiously as she rummaged around in the bag.
"Hold on- I think- ah! Yes, here it is!" She drew out a flask filled with what looked like mud. Familiar mud...
"Oh no!!!" Harry and Ron exclaimed together. Both were horrified.
"That'd better not be what I think it is!" Ron told her, backing away.
Hermione smiled, "C'mon, Polyjuice Potion isn't that bad!"
"Hermione, last time you got turned into a cat," Harry reminded her.
"Well," she replied almost smugly, "I won't be taking it." She looked at them, raising her eyebrows.
"Er- no thanks," said Ron, shying away.
"Do you want to see Sirius or not? It's the only way."
Harry sighed resignedly as he contemplated the truth of this statement, "We owe it to him. All right, who am I going to be?"
"Fudge, of course!" she informed him sweetly. There was not one sound for a moment. Then-
"No way Hermione."
"C'mon!"
"I'm not being that idiotic no-brained-"
"It's for Sirius, " she reminded him, knowing he would give in, probably throwing up his hands in a dramatic gesture to boot.
"Oh, fine," Harry gave in, throwing up his hands, "Stop laughing Ron!!"
"You, as - as Fudge!" Ron snickered. Harry took a swing at him and missed.
"Let's get this over with!" Harry suggested to Hermione, ignoring Ron, who was shaking with mirth.
"Uh huh," she agreed as she searched her bag once more. "I know I have a hair here somewhere..."
Harry peered into the bag. "Whoa!" He pulled out a bottle, "what's this, and this? How much stuff do you have in here?"
"Plenty," she replied, "I'm prepared. Ah- here it is." She put the hair in the potion. It turned hot pink.
Harry gulped nervously, eying the flamboyant potion, "Are you sure this is the only way?"
Hermione crossed her arms, "I'm open to suggestions."
"Uh, what's Harry going to wear once he's Fudge?" Ron inquired, also looking into the bag with interest.
"I nearly forgot!" Hermione dug in the bag and handed Harry robes. "Sorry, no shoes, I can't find them. Oh, well."
Harry closed his eyes, took a deep breath, silently prayed he wouldn't turn into a cat, and took a drink.
A/N: Lord, that was long! Don't expect them all to be so long. Whoa, I was surprised! Anywayz…there is going to be a bit of Harry and the others, well, a LOT of them. And some Voldemort! And some of everyone else! Yes…
REVIEW!!! PLEASE? With a strawberry on top…(I hope you aren't allergic to them…)
Mrs Grim
A THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVIEWERS OF DREAMS DON'T DIE----siriuslyinlove, the provider of extreme pleasure, blume-chan, dede, little hectate, lala, thistlemeg, D.S. Moony, Savior of Light, Rugi Gwena, urbanprincess2382, tangible visions, Laura-Grace, CrystalWolf, and E.M.C. YOU ARE ALL GREAT!!! THANKS SO MUCH!!!