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A/N : Chapter Seven, Sorry for the shortness of chapter 6, I thought it was fitting for it to end there. Cliffe :) Yeah I did notice they apparated straight into school and the headmistress's office is now in the entrance hall. It was really late, you'll can forgive me! This chapter takes place dead on after Chapter 6. Parts in Hermione/Harry Pov, Parts in Kingsley/McGonagall Pov.. bit obviously pointed out.. by lines I guess.. Pleeeeease Review, it makes me smile and keeps me writing! Enjoy.. x
More Than Okay.
Chapter 7: Your hearts decision..
Hermione looked Harry square in the eyes, I know he's thinking excactly what I'm thinking. Why? How? What for? Hermione turned away from the gap between the door and faced Harry, bringing her voice down to a whisper.
"Harry, What's Kingsley doing here?"
"Not sure, Mione.. Surely he should be residing at Headquarters, since the whole Voldemort thing? If he's not dealing with it, Who is?" Harry replied taking another glimpse through the opening, McGonagall stood behind her desk as Kingsley had now taken a seat in a chair opposite her. McGonagall seemed to have a distinctive look of worry upon her face, Kingsley's expression remained unclear to either of them.
"You think he's left the order?" Hermione questioned.
"Nah, he hasn't got it in him." Harry shook his head, "It's Kingsley we're talking about, he just about knows as well as we do, if he left the order, everyone would be after him aswell as Voldemort."
Hermione nodded, "You're probably right there, But what has anything that's going on got to do with Hogwarts?"
"What hasn't it got to do with Hogwarts?"
"Excuse me?"
"Voldemort's at large because he's after me, because I'm after the you-know-what's, and I happen to spend most of my life here, and he himself was educated here, Come on Hermione. Catch up."
"I didn't mean Hogwarts as in the school, I meant the building." Hermione sighed.
"Wait you don-" Harry was interrupted by a shouting voice, and before he could carry on, his and Hermione's attentions were drifted into McGonagall's office..
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Minerva McGonagall's Face was stern, her wrinkles seemed to outline her face greater than ever before, she sat perched on the end of her seat behind her desk as Kingsley Shacklebolt stood in front of it, almost overlooking her as nothing more than a peice of mud on the end of his newly polished shoes.
"Shacklebolt, will you not just tell me why you're here, I have a school to help run, and you should infact be managing the order." McGonagall shouted, she was fed up of having her time wasted, and 5 continuous weeks of less than 3 hours sleep wasn't helping at all.
"Its 4am, Minerva." Kingsley replied, "I'm sure no chaos will break out until morning."
"You'd like to think that, Kingsley." McGonagall shifted back in her seat and propped her back up against the back of the chair. She could feel her eyelids drooping but forced herself to keep them open and stay awake.
"Are you sure nobody's around, Minerva." Kingsley began pacing the length off the desk.
"Yes. Like you said, it's 4AM, and the school is full of children."
"Right, well as you know, Voldemort has begun striking out in local wizarding villages, such as Hogsme-"
"WHICH WIZARD OR WITCH DOESN'T KNOW THIS?" McGonagall snapped quicker than a hypogriff being fed. "Sorry, Kingsley. Can you please just, cut to the chase."
"I'll continue then, if you don't mind." He paused, "Since, Harry Potter has not returned from Summer vacation, You-Know-Who has been searching for him, threatening local members of the wizarding community into giving information, eventually killing those who supposedly, 'know nothing'" He began pacing at a slightly faster speed, "At the order's HQ we've been discussing this thoroughly and we've come to a unanimous decision."
McGonagall nodded, "Do tell.."
"We've come to the unanimous decision that as not to danger any of the pupils here at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, If Harry Potter does make a turn up here, we are going to as you put it, Hand him over to Voldemort." Kingsley finished, coming to a hault in midpace.
"WHAT?!" McGonagall shot up from her seat, now awake as ever. "I'm sure this was not an unanimous desicion, Shacklebolt." She paused, "More like a, 'I don't want to endanger myself so I'm going to disobey my commitment to Dumbledore, which was to protect Harry Potter and hand him over and supposedly get glory from the Wizarding Community for keeping them safe, Decision by YOU." She took a deep breath inward.
"You do not understand, Minerva.."
"Oh I understand, I understand extremely well, Shacklebolt. You're going to save yourself and dishonour the man you made a lifetime commitment to. It's perfectly clear."
"Thats not it." Kingsley tried to fit a sentence in edgeways, being cut off by McGonagall.
"That is it, I, myself, Being part of the order, I DO NOT remember agreeing to this decision, I am NOT going to allow anyone to give Harry Potter over to Voldemort, If it's the last thing I do. Infact, for suggesting that, You may aswell become deatheater, Shacklebolt, because I know for one, Dumbledore would not have stood for even your stupid decision. Now, get out of my office, Get out of this school. And DON'T come back unless you've decided to honour your commitments."
"But -"
"If you do not leave, I have every right to jinx you into oblivion, even as a teacher." McGonagall finished, taking out her wand and pointing it straight for Kingsley's head. She slumped back into her office chair, burrying her head into her hands when his figure was seen turning for the door.
"This is not the end, I will, whatever it takes, hand Potter in, and Save the community." Kingsley spat.
"Handing Harry in is in no way, shape, or form, going to save the wizarding community, No matter how much your heart is set on thinking so, Because your heart's decision is not always stronger than your brain's decision, Which I fear you currently lack of having one.."
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Hermione stood up quickly, noticing Kingsley was turning to leave, Picking Harry up quickly, and hiding behind the door as it swung open freely. They watched Kingsley storm out of the castle entrance and onto the grounds.
Hermione turned to face Harry, even herself hearing what Kingsley was just trying to propose to the headmistress had set a harsh not in her stomach, "Harry.. are you ok?"
"I should have known." He turned around quickly, slamming his fist onto the hollow wall. "Fucking corporate order bastards. Only wanting the glory and not caring for anybody else. They have some nerve."
Hermione turned Harry around to face her, "Harry, calm down, please. I can promise you, whatever Happens, Nobody is going to let anyone hand you in to Voldemort. I promise you that I will stick by you 100 percent, and make sure nobody does so."
"Thats ok, Hermione. Because whatever happens, I'm not letting them either.."
