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A.N. I'm updating again today because I am going away so there will be no more updates till mid to late next week. Sorry. I wil update sometime next week though, I promise! Now on with the story…
Chapter 6
"This pillow is harder then the one on the bed therefore what you just said doesn't fit Ann-Marie." Everyone looked at the girl again and Hagrid said
"Ann-Marie tell the truth."
"I am Uncle!" Ann-Marie cried then finally came up with a new course of action. Drawing her wand she held it out to Professor Dumbledore and said
"If you don't trust me then you may confiscate my wand and lock me up. Then if another person dies you will know the murderer can not be me."
"Does everybody feel this is necessary?" the headmaster asked. He got four nods of agreement then everyone looked at Hagrid who hadn't nodded.
"It seems a bit extreme to me but if that's what Ann-Marie wants done to prove her innocence then so be it." Hagrid said giving Ann-Marie a hug. With a wave of his wand Dumbledore chained Ann-Marie up with chains she couldn't break. The group then moved her downstairs to the Great Hall and placed her on a mat in the corner. After covering her with a blanket the group went off and prepared dinner.
Ann-Marie slept an uncomfortable night away in the Great Hall and was relieved when Minerva entered the room.
"Morning Minerva. Would it be too much to ask for you to sit me upright? It's much more comfortable." She was surprised when Minerva released her from her chains and helped her to her feet.
"What…" Ann-Marie trailed off realising what had happened. In silence she allowed Minerva to lead her to where the others stood in the kitchen.
"Who…" again the ¼ giant girl didn't finish her sentence. She didn't have to. Gently pushing past the others she stood staring in shock at the body of her Headmaster. Dumbledore lay with his head in the fireplace and a carving knife buried up to its handle in his neck.
"Seven little nigger boys chopping up sticks, one chopped himself in halves then there was six." Madam Pomfry said with a sad shake of her head. After several minutes of standing in silence Ann-Marie asked
"How is this possible?" Madam Pomfrey answered
"Everyone forgets that no matter how powerful someone seems, they are still mortal and can be killed by the simplest things." Hagrid reverently picked up the body of the once powerful man and carried him up to his bed. After he had returned the group adjourned to the Great Hall.