A/N: Not blond, nor British. I wear glasses. I'm also a complete Trekkie. This all come up to the fact that I'M NOT J.K ROWLING, BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY CAPTAIN KATHRYN JANEWAY IS TOTALLY AWESOME. ahem
On with the story, shall we? Oh, and you might want to read 'amnesty' before you read this. May make more sense.
Blatant Disregard
"You're kidding me."
A statement of blatant disregard, red hair mussed, a bushy-haired girl standing behind him, not saying anything.
"Malfoy." The single word is spat out, tossed across the floor, stepped on, spoken in contempt.
"He asked for amnesty." A plea.
"And you gave it to him?"
"In exchange for his wand, yes." He couldn't kill Dumbedore. His hand shook. He just... couldn't.
"You gave him amnesty. Draco Malfoy. Tried to kill Dumbledore. Stuck-up, slimy git. Same person, right?"
"Yeah."
"You're such an idiot."
"Yeah." Another plea. For forgiveness.
"Is he still here?"
"He's in the upstairs bedroom."
"Do
you still have his wand?"
"Yeah."
"You should destroy it."
"He asked for amnesty." Still pleading.
"I can't believe you. Amnesty." Shaking of his head, blatant disregard.
"He'll be able to tell us stuff about the Death Eaters."
"Harry's right, Ron," whispers the girl behind the redhead. "He asked for amnesty."
"Amnesty," muttered the redhead, in utter, blatant, disbelief. He proceeded to swear a bit directed at the blond-haired Slytherin.
"Ron," says the girl again, from behind the redhead, and he turns, regards her with mild impatience but more respect. "You're tired. We'll talk in the morning."
"Yeah, okay," he mutters.
"Wait!" calls the dark-haired teen at last. "Did you...did you find the Horcrux?"
They both turn around, and they say, simultaneously -- "Yeah."