A/N: I'm rewriting the first few chapters, in hopes of reinspiring myself. Hopefully it will be better written and more in depth than my previous write. Thank you for your patience.

When You Kill Angels

a harry potter fanfic

by: Elymi

Minerva froze the moment the words had left the Headmaster's mouth. The aged man had been called for an emergency meeting at the Ministry, to discuss a topic of vital importance to the wizarding world - that's all that was stated in the note sent by Amelia Bones, head of DMLE. But what the meeting truely concerned was a shock to them all.

"Is it certain?" Denial was running rampant through her system. She should have known, known he couldn't do such a thing.

There is no way that Harry Potter could have killed Ginny.

He loved her.. How could we have been such fools to think that he would have killed her? The evidence all pointed to him, but that is exactly how Voldemort planned it. The polyjuice potion so that all who witnessed would've seen. Several eye witness accounts gave enough proof for the Aurors to arrest him. The only thing missing was motive. But where the wizarding world is concerned, motive is irrelevant, particularly in the case of their boy-hero turned murderer.

Dumbledore was watching the conflicting emotions pass the woman's face. He had experienced the same shock that overcame him. But it quickly faded. He knew even back then there had been holes in the story. But he'd let them slide by, let Harry be thrown in jail. If the boy was truly working for Voldemort, it was best to keep him hidden away, unable to be made use of. The only side he could have the boy-who-lived working for was their own.

But now it'd been proven that Harry had never committed treason. And now Albus had to make new plans. These plans involved sliding Potter back under his thumb, ensuring that the now 27 year old was there to cast the final blow to Voldemort. Overall, Dumbledore was pleased. While he had been able to hold off Voldemort's forces from overtaking the wizarding world, the prophecy prevented him from managing to land the final blow. All they could do is defend the people.

So, yes, Dumbledore found this news very pleasing. Now all it would take is getting Harry to cooperate.

He knew this could be difficult, Harry was stubborn and Azkaban had no doubt left a lasting effect. But all he was needed for was to cast a well placed spell and then he could be retired to a ward in St. Mungo's, for over exposure to Dementors.

"Minerva, you should inform those in the Order who need to know. I will be leaving promptly to retrieve the boy from Azkaban. Please, let Poppy know that she will be needed to do an evaluation on him as well as provide any medical treatment needed."

He stood, looking briefly over the shocked woman. The sound of his voice had apparently been enough to dislodge her state, as now the eyes of the normally strict and calm Professor were filling with tears.

"Albus, how can you be so calm? We failed the boy who has saved us many times, we left him in Azkaban for 10 years! How could we imagine he would murder Ginerva? It was easy enough to see how much he loved her..."

Albus sighed, "Dear Minerva, we are all prone to mistakes. With Harry, however, it seems our mistakes grow ten-fold... There were eye witness accounts and Harry has always been known for having a temper. Now all we can do is hope his mind isn't too ruined and that his heart can forgive us. Now if you'll please excuse me, I must really be going."

The grandfatherly old man quickly made way towards the fire, before disappearing into it with the toss of the powder and the words "The Ministry". From there he would be taken to Azkaban to retrieve Harry.

Minerva felt anger rise in herself at the man's words... before disappating quickly. Albus must be beside himself with grief, just hiding it to spare the rest of us... She thought. Surely, the man loved Harry like a grandson.

Minerva took a few moments to calm herself. Back to business. First, she should call Hermione and Ronald, as they were his best friends. It had only been a few weeks since Hermione had gave birth to little Rose. A bright flower grown in a dark time, as she had heard many people say about the pregnancy. Albus had, of course excused them from all Order involvements, besides meetings, for a few months.

She quickly made her way to the fireplace before bending down and calling out "Hermione Weasley." She waited to hear the foot steps approaching and then the head of one of her favorite, old students appearing in the fire place.

"Professor McGonagall? Has something happened?"

Minerva grimaced, "Yes, and you will not like it. Fetch your husband and come through, please, bring Rose if you must. You are not the only ones I must contact about this matter and I have little time to do so."

Hermione nodded before leaving the fireplace. Minerva stood back to give enough room for the two when they came through. A minute or so later, a tall, ginger man stepped through, finally filling out his long frame, and then his wife and child. Hermione, still with a bit of baby fat left over from Rose, but looking radiant as ever, had a sleeping Rose held tightly in her arms, the baby's thick curly red hair sticking up and her beautiful blue eyes hid behind sleeping lids.

"Minerva? What is it? Hermione said you said it was urgent," Ronald asked as Hermione set down to get comfortable.

"It's been discovered there was some discrepancies with a case we thought long closed."

This left the duo more confused than before.

Minerva bit her lip, before sighing, "I suppose I should start from the beginning. Albus, earlier today, received an urgent message from the Ministry that Peter Pettigrew had been caught and, upon questioning, they had discovered somethings that had been long swept away."

Minerva took a deep breath, "Pettigrew revealed he was the one to kill Ginny."

Ronald's mouth opened and he spluttered, "Bu-but... Potter?"

With a grimace, Minerva nodded, "Pettigrew revealed it was a plot by Voldemort. He polyjuiced as Harry and stole his wand. I'm sure you two have heard of the Death Eaters potion to copy magical signatures? Well, it was found out that this potion had been invented for this job. It's for certain, no doubt, Harry Potter is completely innocent.

The two stared in shock for a moment before Hermione succumbed to the hormones that still plagued her and began to cry. Ronald immediately jumped out of shock to wrap his arms around his wife and child.

"What's to be done?" he asked.

Minerva looked away to give them some privacy before answering, "Albus has gone to get him from Azkaban. He will be brought here and put under Poppy's care. I'm not sure beyond that, but I believe Albus has plans to have him finish off Voldemort."

Hermione looked confused by this, "Harry was very badly effected by dementors, Dumbledore can't possibly believe he'd be sane enough for that, even if he was forgiving enough."

Minerva sighed and nodded, "Valid points, but we will have to wait and see how Poppy diagnoses him."

A fresh wave a tears came from Hermione as she asked the question they all wanted to know.

"How could we let this happen?"