Author's Note: Happy Holidays to all. I hope this update finds you well and enjoying your holiday with friends and family. I apologize for the delay (I did warn you), but I tried to make up for it in length. Thank you again to my reviewers who keep my fingers typing.
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Chapter 10:
"Professor McGonagall, I'm glad to see that Dolores hasn't managed to run you off yet," said Professor Marchbanks as she entered Minerva's office.
"Professor Marchbanks, I apologize." Minerva immediately stood up and stepped around her desk to greet the head examiner. "It appears that I was misinformed. I thought that you were not due to arrive for another half an hour. Otherwise I would have met you at the gates."
"That new Headmistress' fault, no doubt. She knows that we are accustomed to dealing with you and Dumbledore. No doubt, she wanted to reinforce the change of command." Waving off Minerva's apology, Griselda Marchbanks settled into the comfortable armchair Minerva had just conjured to replace the wooden seats in front of her desk. "What a disaster this year has been, forcing Dumbledore from Hogwarts and fostering that incompetent toady of his on the school. But, then, you probably know that better than I, Minerva." Helping herself to a ginger newt, Marchbanks leaned back in her chair.
"I'm afraid I do. The students have been in open revolt since Dumbledore left. Although one can hardly blame them, considering what Dolores has inflicted upon them this year," said Minerva, retaking her place behind her desk.
"Of course not." Marchbanks grinned, "Perhaps the staff is also in revolt as well, merely in a less obvious manner? I noticed that Dolores seemed to be unaware of many shortcuts around the school. Your poltergeist has caused a truly remarkable amount of damage as well. And I'm sure the students would not dare misbehave in your class."
"I will neither confirm nor deny any such revolt, Professor."
"I would not expect you to, Minerva. The question was rhetorical. And how many times have I asked you to call me Griselda?" Despite her wizened appearance, Minerva could still visualize the younger version of Griselda Marchbanks she had first encountered as a fifth year.
"I'll try to remember, Griselda. However, I'm afraid that it seems strange to call the woman who examined me in my O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s by her first name," explained Minerva.
"Precisely why I want you to do so. Makes me feel younger." In a whisper, Griselda admitted, "Conversely, I don't mind Dolores thinking that I've got one foot in the grave. I pretend to be partially deaf so I can ignore whatever prattling she makes. I call it selective listening. Very effective and entertaining. She's absolutely petrified of offending us."
"As she should be. The O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. examinations determine not only the students' abilities, but the fitness of Hogwarts as an educational institute which includes the Head's competence and effectiveness. She probably regrets that Prophet article now."
"Oh, yes, I received a most heartfelt apology letter from the Daily Prophet a week ago, emphasizing how incredibly repentant they are about the accusations printed last August. Apparently, their source was found to be unreliable."
"Astonishing," said Minerva sarcastically, "considering the high factual quality of the Daily Prophet's reports over the past year.
"Isn't it? Just in time for the exams, too. How coincidental," concluded Griselda, one hand positioned on her chin in the classic pose suggesting deep thought. "In any case, how have you been, Minerva? I hope that you have not been running yourself into the ground."
"I won't pretend that I will not be grateful when the term ends, but I have managed well enough," replied Minerva.
"I don't envy you in the slightest Minerva, having to put up with that woman day after day." After a minute's reflection, Griselda continued, "I remember Dolores' exams. Barely managed to pass the required number to be accepted into the Ministry. I frankly can't understand how she was able to rise as far as she has. Her only talents appear to be sycophancy, coercion, and prejudice. She is hardly a suitable person to be placed in charge of such an august establishment as Hogwarts. Next to you and Dumbledore, the woman appears as fit to be Headmistress as the giant squid."
"I appreciate the vote of confidence," answered Minerva.
"I've always held that Armando knew what he was doing when he recruited you to replace Dumbledore as the Transfiguration professor and Head of Gryffindor. Some of the older examiners, you know, felt that you were a little too young, not to mention inexperienced considering that you had never taught at any Wizarding institution prior to Hogwarts." Marchbanks beamed proudly at Minerva, "I'm glad you proved them quite thoroughly wrong." But, then, I always suspected you would go far, thought Griselda. You had unmistakable talent even as a fifth year.
Uncomfortable with Griselda's praise, Minerva thanked her and changed the subject. "Dumbledore mentioned that you were expecting another great-grandchild. Congratulations."
"Thank you. Elise and Devon are thrilled at the prospect and I must say that I anticipate spending much of the summer with them preparing for and directly after the birth. I think Devon secretly wants a boy, but it would be nice to have another girl to help Matilda wage war against the boys at family reunions." Minerva remembered that Matilda was Griselda's only female great-grandchild, born two years ago.
"If I recall correctly, Matilda is rather outnumbered at the moment."
"Five to one is hardly fair," remarked Griselda. "Have you heard from Dumbledore, by the way? I've tried sending owls, but they come back with their letters undelivered. I promise that whatever you say will remain in the strictest of confidences."
"I have not been in direct communication with him since he left. However, I have received messages from others that he is perfectly alright."
"As I expected," Griselda said decisively. "Still that eases my mind considerably. Regarding the examinations, Minerva, is there anything I should be aware of before they begin?"
"Other than Dolores?" Shaking her head slightly, Minerva continued, "I am not concerned about the students' performance in any subject with the exception of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I do not anticipate any unexpected problems or abnormal results. The Defense exams on the other hand…" A heavy sigh escaped Minerva. "Given the constant turnover in the Defense position, that particular subject has proven troublesome. Most years, Dumbledore has managed to find a reasonably effective teacher. This time, the fifth and seventh years had virtually no useful formal instruction for their exams."
"When I saw her choice of textbook, I could hardly believe my eyes. Slinkhard has no business writing a Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook," scoffed Griselda. "He barely scraped an Acceptable in the subject. He cringed every time he had to cast a Defense spell. Utter and complete nonsense. No respectable Defense practitioner would even deign to own that piece of garbage, much less teach from it. How on earth did she get approval from Dumbledore to use it?"
"The Minister overruled him."
"What a surprise," Griselda drawled in a tone of great contempt. "Dolores mentioned something about students taking it upon themselves to learn Defense. She seemed determined to make it understood that she should not be blamed for their…how did she phrase it…'despicable attempt to undermine the effectiveness of her teaching and the sanctity of the Ministry-approved curriculum.'" Perfectly mimicking Dolores' intonations, the head examiner waited expectantly for Minerva's explanation.
"I would assume that she is referring to the D.A.," answered Minerva with a tiny proud smile.
"The D.A.?" Griselda prompted curiously.
"One of Miss Granger's ideas. Since Dolores was incapable of teaching them, a group of about twenty-five students of varying years formed a club and began practicing on their own with Mr. Potter as their instructor." At Griselda's inquisitive tilt of her head, Minerva clarified, "Potter's experiences enabled him to tutor them in defense spells. If he succeeded, I expect that you will be able to observe it in the exams."
"And what, may I ask, does D.A. stand for?"
"Dolores refused to educate the students in practical defense because Cornelius fears the Dumbledore was building an army out of the student population to challenge the Ministry," noted Minerva.
"I already knew that. What does it have to do with anything?" demanded Griselda, her curiosity fueling her impatience.
"The students named their little study group 'Dumbledore's Army.' Cornelius and Umbridge were both present when Harry revealed that fact. It led to their charge of treachery against Dumbledore." Laughing merrily, Griselda imagined the panicked look which must have appeared on Cornelius' face.
"Oh dear Merlin," gasped the witch when she regained some control over her lungs, "I would have paid a good number of galleons to see that. Cornelius must have thought his worst fears were coming true."
"He did turn a remarkable shade of white," mused Minerva.
"What did Dumbledore think of it? The name, I mean?"
"I believe he was surprised by it." Minerva withheld mentioning that Albus had been momentarily rendered speechless by the students' gesture. She doubted any of the students realized how much it had touched Albus to know that they supported him wholeheartedly. It simply proved what I've been telling him for years.
"I'm glad the students recognized the ridiculousness of the Ministry's crusade against him. And, should the chance present itself, you may commend those students upon their dedication to their studies. With the utmost discretion, of course." With a regretful glance at the clock, Griselda got to her feet. "Well, Minerva, it has been a pleasure speaking with you, but I'm afraid that these old bones need their rest. I will see you at breakfast tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll find my own way back to my guest quarters. Goodnight, Minerva."
"Goodnight, Professor Marchbanks," replied Minerva who had risen as well and followed the venerable witch to the door. Watching the petite examiner progress down the hallway, Minerva considered how spirited and strong the witch remained despite her age. It is reassuring to know that Dolores will be unable to influence Professor Marchbanks and through her, the other examiners. At least the students are guaranteed an unbiased examination. The thought quieted some of Minerva's unease about the effects on her students' futures from the Ministry's interference at Hogwarts. Returning to her work, Minerva resolved to ensure that the exams were uninterrupted by conflict within or without the school. Even if that means tolerating Dolores and holding my tongue.
Perhaps fortunately for Minerva's resolution to avoid any further major confrontations with Dolores during the exam weeks, the presence of the examiners considerably lessened Dolores' objection practices and utterances. With the exception of a flock of flamingos and a hybrid desk-zebra, the Transfiguration exams went fairly smoothly for both the fifth and seventh years. Potter created quite a stir when he acceded to Professor Tofty's request to demonstrate his Patronus, but aside from that the other professors and examiners reported nothing out of the ordinary. Altogether, the first week of exams passed in relative calm.
I should have known it wouldn't last, thought Minerva late Friday evening. Someone, Minerva strongly suspected one of her Gryffindors, had loosed another niffler in Dolores' office. The Headmistress' shrieks had brought students and professors alike running to witness the scene. Not surprisingly, none of professors had volunteered to help until Dolores had ordered their assistance. The niffler, sensing imminent capture, had darted into the crowd, escaped down the stairs, and gained its freedom by whipping through the open entryway doors. Despite Minerva's general approval of the students' actions towards Dolores, she disapproved of using methods which could be so easily connected to one of the professors. Especially one Dolores has made clear that she wants gone from Hogwarts. Of course, the perpetrator probably didn't think it through and realize that Dolores would associate any magical creature with Rubeus. Dolores had interrogated Rubeus in her office for over an hour before letting him go. On his way out, Minerva had caught him. She had pulled him into the empty antechamberoff the Entrance Hall and advised him to send a message to Dumbledore immediately. "If you have to flee Hagrid, you need a plan in place. Send Dumbledore a Patronus as soon as possible."
Working in her quarters, Minerva edited the final question for her third year exams and read over the entire examination. Satisfied, she created copies for each of her students from the original. Minerva rewrote her questions every year, but she usually had the exams ready well before June. This year, due to Dolores, Minerva had been forced to leave them to the absolute last minute. Yet another example of Dolores' appalling influence on the school and my life.
A glimmer of silver attracted her attention. Coalescing into a stable form, Alastor's voice sounded from his pit bull Patronus, "Minerva, the Order received Hagrid's message and Dumbledore intends to send Lupin to meet with you to discuss the situation. As soon as he reports for guard duty, Fawkes will bring him to Hogwarts. Report immediately if there are any problems." His message delivered, the dog disappeared.
"Expecto Patronum." Lifting her spirits a little, the dignified silver tabby crouched at Minerva's feet. "Inform Alastor that I foresee no hindrances to Lupin's visit." Leaping up onto the table and then out the window, the tabby obeyed her mistress' command. It will be good to see Remus, again. I'm glad Albus responded so quickly.
While awaiting Remus' arrival, Minerva withdrew and disenchanted the most recent Order reports from their hiding place amid her crowded bookshelves. Unless one knew the counter-spell, they resembled old issues of Transfiguration Today. Minerva reviewed their contents, but, considering that Riddle had very carefully not taken any action which would reveal his return to the community at large, they mostly consisted of speculation and guard duty logs. The scarcity of information, even including Severus' contributions, prevented her and the Order from developing anything more than a vague strategy. If Albus were here, he would probably tell me to that this is merely the calm before the storm.
As if in answer to her thoughts, a burst of flame suddenly exploded a couple of meters from her. Singing happily, Fawkes swooped towards her. Automatically, Minerva offered him her arm on which to alight. He crooned as she stroked his feathers, addressing the man Fawkes had unceremoniously abandoned on her carpet, "Good evening, Remus. Pleasant trip?"
"Good evening, Minerva. Phoenix flight is always an exceptional way to travel," replied Remus, inclining his head at Fawkes. "Thank you, Fawkes. Dumbledore started to suggest that I simply use a secret passageway and Disillusionment charm, but Fawkes made it known that he would provide transportation." The phoenix hummed his agreement.
"I'm pleased to see you as well, Fawkes," responded Minerva, conjuring an appropriate perch for Albus' familiar. Although Fawkes chose Albus rather than the other way around. With a soft trill of thanks, Fawkes removed himself from her arm.
"It's sometimes difficult to distinguish who belongs to whom," Remus remarked.
"Very true. Please sit down Remus. I was about to order tea and something to eat. Would you care for anything?"
Taking a seat in front of the fireplace, Remus said, "I'll have whatever you are having. There is no need to order anything special."
"Reyna," called Minerva. With a hushed crack, the house-elf appeared.
"What can Reyna do for you, Professor?" asked the house-elf.
"I would like a pot of Earl Gray and some of those rolls we had for breakfast if there are any left, please."
"Reyna will find some, Professor. Will that be all?"
"Yes, thank you, Reyna." With a respectful dip of her head, the house-elf disappeared. Minerva seated herself opposite Remus, scrutinizing the young wizard carefully. Increased gray in his hair and dark shadows beneath his eyes revealed the affects of stress due to their current circumstances. However, his frame seemed a little sturdier. Probably the result of Molly Weasley's mothering and excellent cooking.
"Your tea and rolls, Professor," Reyna announced as she returned with a tray, placing it on the coffee table.
"Thank you, Reyna," said Remus, politely. Minerva concealed a smile as his stomach growled in response to the enticing aromas drifting from the tray.
"Reyna is happy to serve Professor Lupin as well as Professor McGonagall," answered Reyna with a bow.
Startled by the title and obeisance, Remus said, "I'm no longer a Professor here, Reyna."
"Reyna is aware of that, Professor Lupin, but the title is given to all rightful professors of Hogwarts whether they are currently teaching or not," Reyna declared firmly. "It is an honor to be called a Hogwarts' professor. You have earned that honor and Reyna would not insult you by not using the proper title. In the case of a certain other person at Hogwarts…Reyna will not grant her that distinction." With that, Reyna snapped her fingers and disappeared. Flushed with embarrassment, Remus looked rather stunned by this definitive pronouncement.
"Reyna is quite right, Remus," confirmed Minerva. "You deserve the title." You are always so surprised when someone recognizes your true character, Remus, instead of judging you based upon your condition. Do you truly believe that you are somehow unworthy of such respect? "Dumbledore would never have hired you unless he believed you were and I would certainly have never supported his decision if I had any misgivings about your suitability as a Hogwarts' professor."
"Thank you , Pro-," Remus caught himself, remembering that she had specifically given him permission to address her by her first name during his tenure. Despite that and a year working alongside her, he continued to think of her as Professor McGonagall. Old habits die hard, he thought. Whenever I ran into her after hours, I still expected her to demand why I wasn't in my common room. "Thank you, Minerva." Choosing one of the rolls, he bit into it to discover that is was filled with sausage. After a few minutes of quietly sipping tea and nibbling at the rolls, Remus asked, "How are things at Hogwarts? I understand the situation has deteriorated since Dumbledore left?"
"'Deteriorated' is an understatement, Remus. Dolores is using every weapon at her command to try to subdue the students and to solidify her hold on the Headship. Neither the students nor the staff has any intention of allowing that to happen however which only results in increased chaos."
"Kingsley told us that Dawlish and Wright were here last week. What did they want?" prodded Remus.
"They were requested by Dolores to interrogate the Heads of Houses," said Minerva curtly.
"You're not serious?" Remus questioned in disbelief.
"Apparently, Dolores believed that we could be intimidated into giving away Dumbledore's location and activities." Minerva's lips were set in a hard line. "She went so far as to suggest that the Aurors search our offices and quarters in order to ensure that we had not been in contact with Dumbledore." Remus' expression betrayed his shock and indignation at the Dolores' insolence and disrespect. "Needless to say, I refused to grant them permission and they were forced to leave quite empty-handed. I didn't know what to be insulted by more; the idea of having my private rooms searched or that I would be so foolish as to leave incriminating documents lying around."
"I wish I could have seen you put that woman in her place, Minerva," Remus grinned a bit wolfishly. "Harry described your inspection to me over Christmas break. It sounded…magnificent."
"I merely refused to let her disrupt the lesson, Remus. The woman kept trying to interrupt with that horrid little cough of hers." Although I must admit, it was exceptionally satisfying to treat the woman like a disobedient first year in front of the fifth years.
"Of course, Minerva." said Remus, his tone laced with a hints of sarcasm and amusement. Remus had relished Harry's recitation of any confrontations between McGonagall and Umbridge. While he had occasionally bemoaned his Head of House's sternness as a student, Remus took a great deal of pleasure in the knowledge that McGonagall had undoubtedly put Umbridge in her place multiple times over the year. Ever since the passage of that piece of anti-werewolf legislation she sponsored, Remus had found it next to impossible to obtain work. Adding that to the Ministry Decrees and her treatment of Harry, Remus savored any discomfort or humiliation inflicted upon Dolores Umbridge. "I heard about the Weasley twins' fireworks and swamp from Molly and Arthur. They received an…interesting welcome home as I understand it. I think Molly may have temporarily deafened them, especially when she discovered that they had already signed a contract for a shop on Diagon Alley."
"I'm not surprised at Molly's reaction. If I were to count the number of owls I sent home over the past seven years…" Minerva shook her head. "However, their business has certainly benefited from Dolores' presence. Most of her classes are half-empty from the students' use of those pills they invented. She still has not managed to remove the swamp yet."
"I assume you have not offered to help?"
"If the woman cannot undo a students' spell, she should not be here, let alone as Headmistress," replied Minerva. "Argus has been kept busy ferrying students across it." It is a rather outstanding bit of spellwork. It appears that they were actually paying more attention in class than I thought. "By the way, Remus, where did they come up with the funds to lease a shop?"
"According to Arthur, who was informed of this by Ron, Harry gave them his Triwizard winnings. I ran into the twins the other day and they said Harry told them that everyone would need more laughs in the near future," explained Remus, his pride in Harry's action unmistakable. Nicely done, Potter, thought Minerva, feeling quite proud of the young man herself. It seems you inherited more than just Lily's eyes.
"I suppose I will know who to blame then when their products start showing up in classroom," replied Minerva dryly. Remus appeared dismayed to not have considered this possibility before he spoke. Minerva allowed him to fret for a few seconds before saying, "I trust you will inform the twins of that particular consideration. And notify them that if any of their products ever find their way into my lessons, I will be most displeased."
"I'll pass the message along," Remus assured her quickly.
"See that you do." Fixing herself another cup of tea, Minerva decided that it was time to get to the purpose of the meeting. "What do you need from me, Remus? Or rather, what does Dumbledore need from me? Evidently, it goes beyond Hagrid's current predicament. Dumbledore could simply ask Fawkes to watch over him and transport him out of harm's way if the situation demands it. What else is going on?"
"You're right about his escape route for Hagrid. Besides that, well, Dumbledore is concerned about what will happen in the next few months."
"Remus, I would think that is obvious." Remus sighed heavily, running a hand across his face.
"Until Voldemort reveals himself, it seems likely that the Ministry will remain in charge of Hogwarts and, of course, continue to deny his return. I'm sure you are aware of what that means – Voldemort has the chance to gain footholds in the Ministry and in the general community without any serious resistance. The Order can only do so much without Ministry support. By the time the Ministry involves itself, it could be too late to mount an effective defense. We need to get Umbridge and Fudge out of the way. Since Dumbledore can't be in contact with you himself…"
"He sent you," surmised Minerva. "He wants to know my thoughts on the subject." From his perch, Fawkes called to her. Rising, Minerva walked over to the phoenix and idly began stroking him. When Albus left, we knew that communication would be unwise as it would jeopardize my position. The note about the chess match doesn't count as useful communications. Unfortunately, that plays directly into both the Ministry's and Riddle's hands although they are probably more or less unaware of it. It makes it very difficult to coordinate our plans.
Remus watched the Deputy Headmistress as she contemplated her reply. Over the years, Remus had slowly realized that Minerva's influence extended beyond Hogwarts' matters. If the Headmaster existed in the spotlight of the Wizarding world, Minerva lingered a step behind in the shadows, complementing him in every respect. Yet, she appeared perfectly content to be perceived as nothing more than his faithful second-in-command. However, Dumbledore clearly holds her in high esteem,thought Remus. He balked at creating any concrete plans without at least consulting her first although he didn't come right out and say that. Either that or he believes she has already implemented a strategy of her own.
"I accidentally overheard Severus mention Jonathan Ashford to Dumbledore at the last meeting. For some reason, Dumbledore immediately connected him to you," remarked Remus.
"I was wondering how long Severus would refrain from telling Albus that piece of information," said Minerva. "I've known Jonathan Ashford for a long time, Remus. He's a good friend."
"A friend who happens to be the preeminent advocate of Wizarding Europe. And who opposed legislation which Dolores Umbridge has managed to get passed," stated Remus. "Why would Severus mention him to Dumbledore?"
"I suppose because Severus wanted Dumbledore to be at least somewhat forewarned in case of certain eventualities." Minerva continued before Remus had a chance to reply, "Jonathan Ashford could very well help us get rid of Dolores Umbridge and possibly force Cornelius to cease his campaign against Dumbledore. You, and Dumbledore, will have to be satisfied with that much information."
"The Headmaster wouldn't approve of what you have planned, would he?" guessed Remus.
"Probably not." He would not agree with either the direct challenge to the Ministry or with the risk to me personally. Throughout the year, she and Albus had periodically discussed possible means of dealing with Ministry. Albus had wanted to refrain from taking any action that could potentially divide the Wizarding community into factions. While Minerva understood his reasoning, she now believed that a line had to be drawn. Even if it divided the public in two, the risk presented by the Ministry, through the abuse of Ministerial power and denial of Riddle's return, had to be dealt with sooner rather than later. The Ministry and the public will keep their heads buried in the sand until Riddle and his followers kill openly if we continue to do nothing. To say nothing of the abuse of power by both Cornelius and Dolores which undermines the very ideals upon which our community is based.
"What should I tell him?" asked Remus.
"To keep his focus on the Order and Riddle and leave Hogwarts to me." Remus cocked his head at her so she elaborated, "During the first war, we agreed to split our responsibilities. Dumbledore headed the Order and provided assistance to the Ministry. I dealt with Hogwarts. Naturally, we still worked together on both fronts, but the arrangement allowed us to manage the situation more effectively. The problem of Dolores Umbridge is a Hogwarts' issue; therefore it falls under my purview."
"In other words, he is not to interfere in the situation unless absolutely necessary," concluded Remus, somewhat uneasy at the prospect of Minerva acting without the support of the Order and Dumbledore. How many people, he thought, would make such a request of Albus Dumbledore and realistically expect him to accede to it? However, she hasn't given him much choice by refusing to reveal exact details. Severus obviously knows something, enough that he felt the need to alert Dumbledore, but he either doesn't know the whole plan or has agreed to keep it to himself. At one point in his life, Remus would have found the idea of his Gryffindor Head of House trusting Severus Snape far-fetched and outrageous. When he interacted with them as an adult, Remus found their relationship puzzling. They bickered almost constantly, yet Severus tolerated and listened to Minerva more than any other person on staff with the possible exception of the Headmaster.
"Precisely," said Minerva crisply.
"You will be careful, Minerva?" inquired Remus, rising and coming to stand next to her. "If something should happen to you…" The thought caused him to suppress a shudder. If she is hurt…or killed... Remus didn't want to entertain ideas of what the reactions of the Order and the Wizarding community would be, not to mention Dumbledore's response. All of us would be devastated but Dumbledore…and if the Ministry was somehow involved or responsible...
"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Remus. And you can remind Albus of that fact if he starts worrying," declared Minerva. Deliberately changing the conversation to distract Remus, she asked, "How are things at Grimmauld Place?"
"Uneventful. Sirius is going stir-crazy from being copped up inside, but we've finally managed to decontaminate all of the rooms of the more dangerous pests and magical paraphernalia. Most of the Order drops by at least once a week outside of meetings. Nymphadora usually comes around when her schedule allows to help keep Sirius occupied." At Tonks' name, Remus' cheeks pinked slightly, much to Minerva's amusement. I do believe that Albus was right. A couple of months ago, Albus had told her he suspected the pair harbored crushes on each other. I think they could be good for one another. Remus certainly deserves some happiness. "How has Harry been handling the past few weeks?"
"Well enough, Remus. Fortunately, the fifth years have been focused on their exams to the exclusion of virtually everything else."
"Then Dolores hasn't inflected any sort of retribution for the D.A. club?"
"Nothing of which I am aware."
"That's good. How exactly did Umbridge find out about the club?" asked Remus.
"One of the participants, whose mother works at the Ministry, betrayed them."
"Probably under pressure to prove her loyalty to Fudge and Umbridge." Remus sighed, drifting back over to his armchair and sinking into it. At Fawkes' soft trill, Minerva realized that she had stopped petting him at some point. With a small indulgent smile, she resumed stroking the phoenix who responded by closing his eyes in contentment. A faint lilting hum wafted through the room. Lulled by the phoenix's song, Remus relaxed deeper into the cushions. He murmured, "This is much more comfortable than the Ministry floor," before his eyes drifted shut.
I think I will just let him sleep. Knowing Remus, he has probably volunteered to take more than his fair share of the guard duty in order to allow others to rest or be with their families. Fawkes can return him to Grimmauld Place in the morning. A flick of her wand gradually transfigured the armchair into a bed, transforming in such a way as to move Remus into a sleeping position in the process. Summoning a couple of blankets from a cabinet, Minerva levitated them to cover Remus fully. As an afterthought, she removed his boots with yet another flick. The younger man slept on, completely undisturbed.
"Goodnight Remus. Goodnight Fawkes." With one last stroke of Fawkes' head, Minerva checked to make sure that Remus was sleeping soundly and quietly exited her quarters. Instructing Maeve to ensure that no one entered her quarters until she returned, even with the correct password, Minerva proceeded to meet Filius for rounds.
By the time she and Filius had thoroughly inspected the entire castle, it was well after midnight. Icing the staircases…do they have no common sense? Although supportive of the anti-Umbridge activities, the professors had rapidly discovered that the students frequently disregarded or forgot basic safety concerns in their zeal. Therefore, the staff kept a sharp eye out for pranks that could end up causing serious harm to other students. And it really would not help the situation if Dolores Umbridge wound up with a broken neck. Pity. While neither she nor Filius had difficulty undoing the more dangerous tricks, the sheer number of them and size of the castle required a great deal of time. Halfway done, they had received a request from Poppy, via one of the Ravenclaw prefects, to come to the hospital wing to help her reverse a spell gone awry on Joshua Langley, a Ravenclaw seventh year. Apparently, he had been practicing for his N.E.W.T.s and had misspoken the incantation. In his panic, he had tried to reverse it, but had only managed to exacerbate the problem. It had taken over an hour and a half to carefully restore Langley to his original state. It would have gone faster if he could have told us exactly what he said. Every time Langley had opened his mouth, he had emitted another type of animal sound including roars, cheeps, hisses, snarls, squawks, and barks. Antlers had sprouted from his head while his skin had flashed through every color of the rainbow. Luckily, some of his year mates had assisted him to the hospital wing before he could inflict further damage upon himself.
Entering her quarters as silently as possible, Minerva was glad to see that Remus was still sleeping soundly. Time for me to emulate his example, Minerva thought, I'm dead on my feet. Minerva readied herself for bed almost mechanically, barely remembering to set an early alarm. Despite the fact that tomorrow was Saturday, she needed to speak to the house-elves about the annual summer housekeeping and the best time to do so was in the early morning before breakfast. What do I have to do tomorrow? Visit the kitchens, finish the first year exams…make sure there are enough supplies for the O.W.L. Potions exam……Sleep overcame her before she could complete the list.
"Professor!" Gasping for breath, Angelina Johnson flung the door to Minerva's office open. "Professor!"
"What are you doing out at this hour Johnson?" demanded Minerva sharply. She paused, one hand poised over Romilda Vane's Transfiguration final. As the Astronomy O.W.L. practical was currently in progress, Minerva had chosen to not retire until it finished just in case of any unexpected problems.
"Never mind that, Professor!" Angelina's agitation caused her to be somewhat impertinent. "Umbridge is outside with several other people. I saw them from the dormitory windows. They're heading towards Hagrid's hut. You need to come right now."
"What?" In a split second, Angelina found herself almost sprinting along behind her Head of House as McGonagall strode down the hallway towards the nearest staircase. "How many people, Johnson?"
"Four, five…I don't know, Professor," they reached the ground floor, "Kenneth said he saw them arrive around eight. He said they were Aurors." Minerva halted at the front doors. Stop and think Minerva! Don't prove Severus right about Gryffindors being impulsive and downright foolhardy. Whipping out her wand, Minerva produced four blazing orbs of green, blue, yellow, and purple.
With a swing of her arm for each orb, Minerva called out, "Severus, Filius, Pomona, Poppy." The orbs zoomed away to seek out the aforementioned individuals. Upon finding their target, the fiery spheres would bring them to the Entrance Hall. If any of the four were fortunate or unfortunate enough to be sleeping, the orbs would wake them with a siren. Task accomplished, Minerva faced Angelina. "You are to stay right here, Miss Johnson. I've summoned the other three Heads of Houses and Madame Pomfrey. When they get here, you are to tell them what has happened." Suddenly, a roar sounded from outside. "Do you understand me, Miss Johnson? Wait here and do not interfere."
Barely registering Angelina's frantic nods, Minerva swung the doors open. Air rushed across her face as she raced down the steps. Minerva shoved her wand back into her sleeves, knowing better than to approach Aurors with a drawn wand, especially when they were already firing spells. Aurors were trained to respond to drawn wand as a threat automatically in a battle. Jets of red light lanced out into the darkness, momentarily illuminating the ongoing confrontation. Just hold on Rubeus! I'm not moving fast enough! What the hell do you think you're doing!
"How dareyou!" she shouted, "How dare you!" Anger pumped through her veins as the Stunners continued to rebound off Hagrid's form. Blind to everything else, Minerva focused on Hagrid. Get out of here Rubeus! Just go!
"Leave him alone! Alone, I say!" Do not draw your wand! Force them to listen to you! "On what grounds are you attacking him? He has done nothing, nothing to warrant such – "
Instinct saved her. Four Stunners ricocheted off her shield as she threw herself to one side. Immediately rolling to her feet, Minerva kept her shield up, prepared to defend against any further attacks. What the hell! Three of the Aurors got up having been forced to dive for cover from the rebounded Stunners. Breathing heavily, Minerva waited in the shocked silence. For a few moments, the Aurors and Dolores starred at her, completely distracted from their pursuit of Hagrid.
"What is the meaning of this?" Minerva challenged. Keep their attention focused on you so Hagrid can escape! "I demand to know what exactly you think you are doing!" Behind the Aurors and Dolores, Hagrid edged his way back into the shadows of the Forbidden Forest. They're never catch him in the forest. Before he disappeared entirely, he looked anxiously at her. She glared at him for a second and he vanished into the trees. "An explanation, now!"
"It's really very simple, Minerva," gloated Dolores triumphantly. "These Aurors are here to take that half-breed into custody. The Ministry cannot allow such a dangerous individual to remain free when he is known to be loyal to a traitor. Who knows what he might do to help Dumbledore overthrow the Ministry?" Shaking, Minerva gripped her wand tightly, causing sparks to scorch the grass by her feet. Two of the Aurors instantly pointed their wands at her.
"Put you wand away, Professor," directed one of the Aurors who Minerva recognized as Franklin Moore as he muttered "Lumos." Minerva was able to distinguish Yale Castor, Mark Davidson, Gavin Dawlish, and Patrick Mills who had pushed himself into a sitting position on the ground where Hagrid had thrown him. Moving slowly with enlarged gestures, Minerva sheathed her wand although she maintained her shield.
"On what charge?" she demanded.
"Treason," answered Dawlish. He glanced over his shoulder and cried, "He's gone!" As one, the other Aurors and Dolores spun around to discover Hagrid's absence. "Davidson, Castor, go after him!" When the pair hesitated, uneasy about venturing into the Forbidden Forest at night, he yelled, "Now! Unless you want to lose your jobs!" The two obeyed.
"This is your fault!" shrieked Dolores, pointing at Minerva. "You allowed him to escape!"
Plastering a fake incredulous expression upon her face, Minerva replied, "I believe you can blame yourself and the Aurors for that, Dolores. If five Ministry Aurors and the Ministry-appointed Headmistress can't keep track of their quarry…what exactly do you expect me to do? Do your job for you?" Minerva watched Dolores' face swell and redden with rage. Pure hatred marked Dolores' toady features as she stared at the Deputy Headmistress. Out of the corner of her eye, Minerva noted the approach of the other Heads and Poppy.
"Dawlish!" Dolores screeched, "Arrest Minerva McGonagall on charges of aiding a, no two, fugitives and treachery against the Ministry!"
"What…I…Madam Umbridge?" stammered Dawlish who was obviously shocked by the order. His eyes shifted back and forth between Umbridge and Minerva rapidly. It's good to know you have been entirely brainwashed, Dawlish, thought Minerva. Evidently, the idea of treating Minerva McGonagall as a criminal had passed some personal threshold of acceptability.
"You heard me, Dawlish! Arrest her!" Attuned to their individual magical signitures, Minerva felt more than heard or saw, Filius, Pomona, and Severus arrange themselves slightly behind her. Dawlish continued to stutter incomprehensibly. "Arrest her!" repeated Dolores.
"What is going on?" asked Severus from her right.
"I apologize for disturbing your rest. I was informed of strangers upon the grounds and then this commotion began," Minerva said. "As you heard, Dolores was just insisting that Dawlish take me into custody on charges of treason. Poppy, if you would be so kind as to attend to Mr. Mills since his compatriots have not seen to his health yet." Bustling over to the Auror, Poppy started examining him.
"Really. How interesting," replied Severus in a tone of absolute unconcern.
"You are aware that the Astronomy O.W.L. practical is taking place at the moment, Dolores?" inquired Filius. "I do hope this hubbub has not been detrimental to their performance."
"Professor Marchbanks won't be pleased to have the exam interpreted," said Pomona with a shake of her head.
"I'll take Mr. Mills up to the hospital wing and get him straightened out," announced Poppy, supporting the Auror.
"Thank you, Poppy. You have no immediate cause or a warrant on which to arrest me, Dolores, as Dawkins clearly recognizes. Now, if you are quite done with these theatrics, I am returning to the castle." With that, Minerva turned around and strode up the lawn to the entrance. The other professors followed her example, forcing Dolores and the Aurors to scurry along behind them.
"Wait a minute, Minerva!" cried Dolores. Minerva ignored her. "Dawlish, Moore, you heard me! Arrest her!"
"Madam Umbridge, we cannot arrest her without a warrant unless she is actively breaking the law or confesses," Moore informed Dolores.
"Then I will get a warrant! I order you to detain her here until it arrives," declared Dolores as the crowd of students and the remaining staff parted to allow the group into entryway. Choosing two students at random, Poppy instructed them to help her get Auror Mills to the hospital wing and began climbing the stairs.
"Professor McGonagall?" One hand on the barrister, Minerva paused and pivoted to face Moore. "I have to request that you stay here for the time being."
"Very well, Mr. Moore. Students, I expect all of your to return to your dormitories immediately." Slowly, reluctantly, the students dispersed up towards the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor towers or down to the Hufflepuff and Slytherin rooms. A few, however, promptly hid themselves within hearing distance, including all of the Gryffindor prefects and Harry Potter.
Having descended the stairs, Professor Marchbanks said imperiously, "Be assured Dolores that I will be speaking to you about disrupting the exam. It shows a distinct lack of respect for Professor Tofty's and my time." The chief examiner scrutinized Dolores with a very critical eye, "Highly disrespectful, Dolores."
"I...I apologize, Professor Marchbanks," spluttered Dolores still puffed up and red in the face. "I must Floo the Ministry at once." Stomping off in the direction of her office, Dolores contemplated Cornelius' delight when she informed him that, although the great oaf had escaped, the larger thorn of Minerva McGonagall would soon be extracted from Hogwarts. The Ministry would select an appropriately loyal Deputy Head to replace McGonagall. With McGonagall gone, Dolores anticipated an end to the resistance to her rule. By the time she stuck her head in the fire, her vicious smile revealed her feelings of utter triumph. Dumbledore – gone, the half-breed – gone, McGonagall – gone! Hogwarts has been saved from the likes of them – blood traitors, Mudbloods, half-breeds - for the truly deserving loyal witches and wizards of pure-blood!
After Dolores departed, Aurora spoke up, "What exactly is going on, Professor McGonagall? I saw the Stunners from my windows." The rest of the staff, except for her fellow Heads echoed Aurora's inquiry with varying degrees of distress apparent on their faces.
"I have been accused of treason against the Ministry. However, Dolores conveniently forgot that an arrest on that charge requires a warrant, immediate threat, or a confession. No doubt, she is the midst of convincing the Minister to issue just such a warrant by now. In the meantime, I'm sure the Aurors will be happy to explain the situation to you fully." Expectant, the staff directed their attention onto the Dawlish and Moore who Minerva was pleased to see appeared rather unnerved by the prospect. While staff bombarded the Aurors, Minerva exchanged a glance with Severus who moved closer to her. "Severus," she said in an undertone, "I need you to send a Patronus to Mr. Ashford. If he moves quickly, he might be able to get here before I'm forced to leave. Someone will have to meet him at the gates…"
"I will be waiting for him. Will he recognize my Patronus?" For once, Severus' voice held none of his usual ironic sarcasm or veiled insinuations.
"Yes. I told him that, in case I was unable to contact him myself, he could expect a message from you."
"Try to stall as long as you can, Minerva."
"I will." Severus started heading towards the doors and halted as she added, "And Severus, inform the Order when I leave the grounds. It would be best if the wards did not remain without the proper management for any significant length of time." Severus nodded, understanding the subtext easily. In other words, I am not to tell the Headmaster until he will not be able to interfere and to remind him that the safety of the students could very well depend on his presence at Hogwarts once Minerva is gone. How very Slytherin of you, Minerva. Discreetly, he made his way to the doors and out into the night. He immediately cast his Patronus, watching it disappear at a headlong gallop. Arriving at the gates, he leaned against one of the pillars to wait for Ashford.
Meanwhile, Minerva scanned the Entrance Hall suspecting that several of her Gryffindors had disobeyed her command to return to their common room and had stashed themselves out of sight. A flicker of black robes drew her gaze to the doors to the Great Hall.
Lightly placing a hand on Filius' and then Pomona's shoulders to attract their attention, she said softly, "Could you keep the Aurors distracted for a little while longer? And Dolores as well if she returns?"
"Of course, Minerva," replied Pomona. She and Filius advanced on the two Aurors, pelting them with any question that came to mind or diverting the conversation into tangents upon magical theory. With the Aurors struggling to keep up with the various professors, Minerva managed to slip into the Great Hall undetected. The three students scuttled away from the doors as Minerva gently tugged them shut.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, did you not hear my instructions earlier?"
"Professor, we couldn't just –" began Hermione. The boys made similar starts of explanations which were aborted as well at Minerva's sharp glare.
"Never mind. Potter, as you have no doubt observed, circumstances are changing. With my absence, Professor Snape will be the only Order member remaining at Hogwarts." When she continued, her eyes were locked on Harry. "I am aware of your…dislike for Professor Snape, Mr. Potter. Nevertheless he has earned both the Headmaster's trust and mine. Should something serious occur, I want your word that you will not attempt to take matters into your own hands and inform Professor Snape immediately."
"Professor, I don't –"
"Listen to me closely, Potter. I will not repeat myself. Professor Snape is by no means a congenial person and I understand how his behavior towards you might cause you to distrust him."
"He hates me, Professor," Harry interjected bluntly. "Especially after the Occlumency lessons."
"Do not interrupt me, Potter. Regardless of how true that may or may not be, Potter, that does not change his responsibilities as a member of the Order and as a Hogwarts professor." She swept a powerful stare over the trio, saying, "In the past, you three have seen fit to address problems yourself rather than notifying and letting those older and more experienced handle the situation. You have been very lucky to escape serious injury or worse. I expect you to refrain from continuing this pattern of behavior. Is that completely understood?"
"Professor, we never asked to get into trouble," said Hermione. "It just seemed to happen." The two boys nodded emphatically, looking a little affronted.
"Miss Granger, I recall a troll in the dungeon, the stone, the chamber of secrets – do I need to continue?"
"Professor, we had to do something!" argued Harry.
"Mr. Potter, did it never occur to you to bring it to the attention of an adult and allow them to handle the situation?"
"We tried but –" protested Ronald.
"Mr. Weasley, you made what might be termed ineffective and thoroughly half-hearted attempts. In your first year, you chased after the troll yourselves instead of alerting a teacher. In your second year, you chose to go to Professor Lockheart for help. I would think you recognize the futility of the choice."
"No one else speaks Parseltongue, but me Professor!"
"True, Potter, but did it occur to you that fighting a Basilisk might be beyond your skill and that it would enhance your chances of saving Miss Weasley's life if you had a witch or wizard who was skilled in Defense with you." Both boys resembled fish as their mouths opened and closed. Minerva gave a frustrated sigh. Teenagers, always under the impression that it is them against the world. "I do not belittle your accomplishments, but, as I said, you have been exceedingly lucky. In the future, I suggest that you remember that there is strength in numbers and to stop and consider your options before rushing into danger. Whether you like it or not, Potter, Professor Snape will be your Order contact when I leave. Your word, Mr. Potter, that you will speak to him and allow him time to consult the Order to determine the appropriate action."
"But what if –" She glared at him over her glasses and Harry's protests died on his lips.
Minerva pressed Harry, "Mr. Potter, I do not have much time. Your word to consult and heed the Order, through Professor Snape if necessary, should anything else happen or should you have another vision."
"I promise, Professor," yielded Harry.
"Good." She glanced towards the closed doors as the volume of voices increased suddenly and said quickly, "I daresay Dolores has returned. Listen to me, all three of you, the best thing you and the rest of Gryffindor can do now is finish your exams and refrain from provoking Dolores Umbridge any further now that I will not be here to provide any sort of buffer. Conduct yourselves as I would wish you to and be an example of the best of what Gryffindor house can produce."
"Professor, will you be okay?" ventured Hermione worriedly.
"I assure you, Miss Granger, I have no intention of letting that Ministry puppet get the better of me. Now, I want you to keep yourselves hidden until you can return to Gryffindor tower unnoticed." Waiting until she saw three nods of assent, Minerva pulled one door open enough to slip through. A quiet "Good luck, Professor" from Hermione followed her out.
"Where is she?" screeched Dolores at Dawlish and Moore.
"I'm right here, Dolores. Perhaps you should have your eyes examined," Minerva said, stepping forward.
"As you can see, Minerva, I have obtained a warrant signed by the Minister himself for your immediate arrest on charge of treason as well as other various offenses," crowed Dolores, waving the piece of paper in the air before handing it to Moore.
"Everything seems to be in order," ceded Moore.
"I trust you will not object if I examine it for myself." As one, the assembled group rotated to face the newest arrival whose voice had rang out so definitively across the Entrance Hall. He approached the group, extending a hand to Moore. "The warrant if you don't mind, Mr. Moore."
"Here you are, Mr. Ashford."
"Hem, hem. What are you doing here, Mr. Ashford? I was not informed of any visit by the International Magical Office of Law," demanded Dolores.
"I'm not here on behalf of the International Magical Office of Law. I'm here to act as Professor McGonagall's advocate," explained Ashford in the same tone one who use to correct a misbehaving four year old. After scrutinizing the warrant, he gave it back to Moore. "It appears legitimate."
"I'm afraid I have to ask you to surrender your wand, Professor," said Moore.
"Of course, Mr. Moore. I understand." Minerva withdrew her wand, but rather than handing it to Moore, bequeathed it to Ashford.
"Professor McGonagall, I must insist –" Dawlish attempted to seize the wand. Jonathan evaded his grasping fingers and tucked the wand into an inside pocket of his robe.
"Mr. Dawlish, under the law, a witch or wizard has the option to surrender their wand to their advocate for the duration of the trial. The Ministry may conduct tests on the wand under the supervision of the advocate, but may not demand that the wand be overturned to them unless the accused is charged with murder. As that is not the case here, Professor McGonagall is within her rights to entrust her wand to me, pending the outcome of the trial."
"Mr. Ashford is absolutely correct. And I would hate to think that you or the Ministry would be so remiss, Dolores, as to treat Professor McGonagall with anything less than the upmost courtesy and respect. It would not reflect well on your leadership. Innocent until proven guilty, Dolores, and, it would appear most unbecoming if you forgot that fact," spoke Professor Marchbanks from her position next to the three other Heads of Houses. Dolores gaped at her, doubtless already dreaming of humiliating McGonagall as much as possible. Turning her attention to the Aurors with a stern glare, she continued, "And I'm sure that the two of you will remember the many years of Professor McGonagall's dedicated service to Hogwarts and its students including yourselves."
"Professor Marchbanks, I promise you that the Aurors, or most of us at any rate, take no pleasure in this task and that Professor McGonagall will be treated with respect," answered Moore.
"I'm glad to hear that," replied Marchbanks.
"Hem, hem," coughed Dolores. "Dawlish, Moore, you have a warrant to execute. I want Professor McGonagall removed from these grounds immediately." She smiled broadly, stretching her flabby features and reveling in her victory. Gloat while you can, Dolores. You will find very shortly that you have finally bitten off more than you can chew, thought Minerva. Before this is over, on my honor as a Gryffindor, I will see you ruined.
"Professor? We need to escort you to the Ministry," said Moore, his tone and face genuinely apologetic.
"I will be accompanying her," stated Jonathan, "to ensure that everything is handled properly and according to the letter of the law."
"Before we leave, I must speak with my colleagues for a moment." Without waiting for permission, Minerva approached her fellow Heads of Houses.
"Professor Flitwick, the end of term letters must be copied and sent home with the students. The list of first year and their letter can be found in my desk. I have also prepared a rudimentary schedule for next year. If it becomes necessary, I trust you to make the necessary adjustments."
"Professor Sprout, I've already spoken with the house-elves about the summer cleaning. They generally require little assistance but some of the portraits can be finicky. The supply list for next year should be sent to the appropriate shops and vendors by the end of June at the latest. In regards to the required books, Florish and Blotts needs to know by the end of term in order to guarantee enough copies. The complete file is in my desk."
"Professor Snape, please speak with Madame Pomfrey about replenishing her potions supply. I would also like you to thoroughly inspect the castle and grounds and perform any repairs you deem appropriate."
"Professor McGonagall, we will take excellent care of Hogwarts in your temporarily absence," declared Filius, ignoring the sneering look on Dolores' face at the use of the word 'temporary.' "Don't worry about us or the school."
"I have no doubt of that. If I have not returned in time, Professor Flitwick will lead the warding ceremonies as he has seniority. I would ask that you pay particular attention to the shielding and other defensive components of the wards this year."
"I'm sure that you will be back before then Professor McGonagall," said Pomona.
"I certainly intend to be."
"Professor, we need to be going," pronounced Moore. Catching Severus' dark gaze for a moment and receiving the slightest tilt of his head, Minerva felt confident that Severus would immediately inform the Order and serve well as the only remaining representative of the Order at Hogwarts. I do believe that I might have detected the slightest hints of concern and encouragement for me.
When Minerva, the Aurors, and Jonathan Ashford started towards the doors, Dolores made as if to follow them, stopping short when Professor Marchbanks called out, "Dolores, with your Deputy Head leaving the premises, I believe it would be unacceptable for you to leave the castle. I see no reason for you to accompany them to the Ministry." With obvious irritation, Dolores reluctantly heeded Marchbanks instructions. Once the quartet had shut the doors behind them, Marchbanks demanded imperiously, "Since you have disrupted the Astronomy examination, you will show me to my quarters. Tomorrow morning, we will discuss your behavior." Dolores had no choice, but to acquiesce to Marchbanks' orders.
Slowly, the Entrance Hall emptied of everyone except for the three remaining Heads of Houses. Filius and Pomona reassured the various staff members as they expressed worry over Minerva while Severus ventured outside to send a Patronus to Grimmauld Place. When he reentered, Filius and Pomona were waiting for him.
"You've sent a message to Dumbledore?" inquired Filius. "He would want to be informed immediately."
"He will be. Goodnight." Without further ado, Severus strode off towards his quarters. Once out of sight he paused and pressed a hand to the wall. As a Head of House, he had sensed when Minerva passed the gates and the wards shifted to Flitwick, the senior Head. Champion dueler or not, Flitwick is no substitute for Minerva or the Headmaster. The wards feel dulled and somehow…Severus searched for a fitting word to describe the sensation…bereft. In the very deepest recess of his thoughts, a faint voice suggested that perhaps he was merely interpreting the wards to mirror his own emotions. Severus deliberately pushed this quiet omission back into the locked and barred closest from which it had emerged. Don't be ridiculous. She will be perfectly fine and will come back just in time to hound me to accept Potter into N.E.W.T. Potions so the golden boy can follow his heart's desire to become an Auror. Naturally, I will notify her that hell will freeze over before I allow Potter into my classroom again. Severus savored the thought of the ensuing debate which would undoubtedly occur between himself and Minerva on the subject. Still, as he entered his rooms, the sensation of imbalance and uneasiness persisted.
Upon arrival at the Ministry, the Aurors conducted McGonagall and Ashford to an enclosed office in the Aurors' section to complete the necessary preliminaries and paperwork. However, they were interrupted within a few minutes by Madam Bones. Despite the late hour, Amelia Bones appeared alert and prepared to investigate the situation. Although her bobbed grey hair was slightly less controlled than usual, little else evidenced that she had been woken from a sound sleep and rushed to the Ministry. Of average height with hazel eyes and a generous smile, many underestimated Madam Bones when they first met her. However, they usually discovered rather quickly that Amelia Bones possessed an unshakeable moral integrity, a firm resolve to uphold the law and protect the Wizarding community, and the skills and authority to direct her Department effectively and efficiently.
"Professor McGonagall, I was just told of your arrest," exclaimed the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, advancing into the room and causing the Aurors to rise from their seats. With an abrupt wave of her hand, she dismissed the Aurors, "You can finish the paperwork elsewhere." When the two Aurors had vacated the room, she continued, "Luckily, Mr. White was working late and heard about the arrest warrant. He immediately Flooed me. The Minister and Umbridge have finally gone too far. To charge, you, of all people Professor, of treason. What can I do? Considering the woeful lack of evidence against you, the charges might be dropped."
"Madam Bones," Minerva spoke decisively, "I do not want the charges dropped. My name has been blackened and dismissed charges will not definitively remove the stain. People might assume that the Ministry was forced to relent on the basis of minor technicalities and not because I am innocent. I believe, Madam Bones, that only a full trial and a verdict of innocent will restore my reputation and my good name. The sole request I would make of you is that you ensure the trial is conducted according to the law and prevent certain individuals from manipulating the trial for to guarantee a guilty verdict."
"Whatever you believe about the Ministry, Professor, I have not abandoned the principles and laws I swore to uphold when I accepted this post. As the Head of Magical Law Enforcement, I will be presiding over your trial and I give you my word that it will be fair and just. Mr. Ashford, judging by your presence, I assume you will be acting as Professor McGonagall's representative?"
"Yes and I'm relieved to hear that you will not allow Professor McGonagall to be railroaded."
"I'm sure you will be of assistance in that quarter, Mr. Ashford. I'm pleased the Professor McGonagall will be defended by someone of your caliber. She deserves nothing less."
"I am honored to be asked to do so, Madam Bones. It is unfortunate that we will be on opposite sides during the trial," replied Ashford. Madame Bones nodded, having worked alongside Jonathan Ashford on numerous occasions and been impressed by his expertise and talent as well as his character.
"I shouldn't linger if I don't want to give the Minister any cause to demand that I remove myself from presiding over the case. Dawkins, Moore," she called. Instantly, the two Aurors presented themselves.
"Madam Bones?" asked Moore.
"Where are Davidson, Castor, and Mills?" demanded Madam Bones. "I understand they were with you?"
"Professor Umbridge ordered Castor and Davidson to search the Forbidden Forest for Rubeus Hagrid, ma'am, after he escaped. Mills received minor injuries and is being attended to in the Hogwarts infirmary," reported Moore.
"Dawlish, I want you to return to Hogwarts at once and retrieve Castor and Davidson. They can continue the search in the morning. I will not have my Aurors put at risk, stumbling around in the Forbidden Forest at night." For a moment, Dawlish looked as if he might protest, but Madam Bones cleared her throat pointedly and glared at him. The Auror mumbled an acceptance of her order and headed in the direction of elevators. Satisfied, Madam Bones addressed Moore, "Where will you take Professor McGonagall after this?"
"Azkaban, I'm sorry to say, Madam Bones," answered Moore with an apologetic expression and tone.
"That is unacceptable. You will escort her to the Epping Forest house instead," she directed, naming the house reserved for any person accused of nonviolent crimes who the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement deemed inappropriate to hold in Azkaban. "I'm afraid, Professor, that you will have to submit to a dampening spell. Azkaban does not require such a measure because of the dementors, or rather, it didn't. However, considering your abilities, I am forced to require it of you."
Minerva glanced at Jonathan, who nodded, and said, "I understand, Madam Bones, although I assure you it would be a thoroughly unnecessary precaution. I have no intention of attempting to escape or anything of the kind." I would be reluctant to have my power bound under normal conditions, but in this situation…
"I have no doubt of that, but I have to follow procedure. I can conduct the casting myself right now unless you would prefer someone else to do it."
"No, I would have requested that you cast the spell if you had not offered." I would not trust anyone else not to do it correctly or to not take advantage of the opportunity.
"In your case, Professor, I think I will have to bewitch an object to hold the spell since your own powers will probably overwhelm my initial casting. I have a brooch in my office which should do nicely. If you would excuse me…" Threading her way through the Aurors' cubicles, she retrieved a smallish silver brooch shaped as an intricate knot of rope and a thick tome. "Yes, this will suffice. You will have to keep this within three feet of your body, otherwise it will lose effectiveness and an alarm will alert both myself and the Aurors. It should dampen your powers more or less completely. I suspect that you may be able to perform very simple spells such as Lumos and a close range Accio, but nothing more powerful than those."
"I will keep that in mind, Madam Bones," said Minerva.
"Moore, hold this open here. First, I will need to cast the spell on you directly, Professor, and then on the brooch. Could you stand please?" Madam Bones advised her.
"Go ahead," Minerva stood up. Consulting the aged book at intervals, Madam Bones waved her wand in specific patterns, enunciating each word carefully. As Madam Bones worked through the spell, Minerva expected to feel her power lessened by increments. Curious, I have not felt anything yet, she thought when Madam Bones switched her attention to the brooch. Madam Bones repeated the gestures and words a second time. Finally, she swept her wand in a vertical circle and aimed it at Minerva. A sudden painful tightness seized Minerva. Seeing her stumble, Jonathan reached out to guide her into a chair. Breathe, Minerva, breathe. Vaguely, Minerva was aware of Amelia apologizes for the effects of the spell. Apparently, since it was rarely used and never within memory on a witch or wizard of Minerva's strength, Amelia had been ignorant that it could cause physical pain. Breathe, in…out…in…out. Gradually, the tightness eased into a muted ache. Experimentally, Minerva reached for her power and slammed into magical wall. She could still sense her power beyond the barrier, but could not access it. A sense of loss filled her. I have never been without my magic. Even when I was a little girl, I knew something was different. I knew I had something unique, something powerful and extraordinary. Minerva corrected herself firmly. Your power may have given you a place in this world, but magical ability does not determine who you are. Your own choices and character determine that. And it is temporary.
"The spell, it was tied to the Ministry, I believe?" Minerva questioned Madam Bones.
"Yes, this particular book has been handed down to each Head of Magical Law Enforcement and ties the user to the Ministry's wards and power reservoirs. I would not have been able to bind your power otherwise. My own power would not have been enough. Are you quite alright? I apologize again. I had no idea it would affect you like that. If I had known - "
"You would have been required to do it anyway. I am fine now," asserted Minerva.
"All the same, I think that it would be a good idea for you to get some rest," said Jonathan. "Madam Bones, if that is all…"
"Of course. Moore, please see Professor McGonagall to Epping Forest and contact Hogwarts to obtain anything she might need. Professor, Mr. Ashford, I expect I will see both of you soon. Good night, or, good morning, as it may be." Amelia left the office, proceeding to her own after deciding it was useless to try to go home and sleep another couple of hours. Within a few hours, the Ministry would be abuzz with the news and she wanted to have a response ready for the questions which would be directed her way. In Madam Bones' wake, Moore conducted Professor McGonagall and Ashford to the Epping Forest house. Once there, Minerva suggested that he simply permit her to call Reyna to bring her a few personal items. After Reyna had left, Jonathan promised to return at noon and departed as well. Moore, distinctly uncomfortable with the entire situation, occupied himself with a book in the library.
Minerva retired to the master bedroom, observing the spells on the windows to prevent escape. Abruptly, the fact of her imprisonment hit her. She was restrained magically and physically. She chafed at the bounds. You knew this would happen, Minerva, so don't complain. Get some sleep while you can. Slipping into bed, she allowed herself to wish just once for her familiar quarters at Hogwarts before closing her eyes and letting herself drift into sleep.
Final Author's Note: I believe I will borrow from another famous British author and say, "May God bless us, every one!"