Ron lay in bed that night, confused. Why was he constantly feeling like he'd been put somewhere without having any knowledge of how he got there?
He could put it down to worrying about Harry for sometime, but this was going on for too long. There was something wrong with him, and he bloody well knew it. But what...?
He'd even been in the dark about Harry and Draco...someone had told him they'd split up, but who was it? He could vaguely remember a figure, but the rest of that memory was dark. He couldn't quite see their face...
Or maybe he'd just imagined or even hoped that it was the case and nobody told him that they'd split up.
Yes, he told himself. That was the probable answer. After all, he was still a bit angry about the whole thing...Malfoy was just going to break Harry's heart in the end, and throw it away like it was a little plaything.
And he didn't want that to happen to Harry.
Maybe Ron should give him a couple of months trial...see how he treats Harry...
Yeah. He should do that.
He turned over and fell fast to sleep...
Dumbledore made his way to the Ministry of Magic as soon as he heard the message. He was slightly out of breath when he reached the Aurors' floor.
"You've made a mistake! You must have..." he said, as soon as he opened the office door.
One of the Aurors he knew only by face took his aside. "Dumbledore...we're pretty sure. It had the boy's wand all over the book. We're just pretty dumbfounded how we never thought to check that before."
"It can't have been the boy. His mind must have been tampered with...maybe even all of your minds were tampered, too. You always check to see if there was a specific wand...why, after all of your training, would you suddenly forget about it and use it last? It seems a little strange, doesn't it?"
The Auror looked at him as if he were growing heads. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing you can do about it this time, Dumbledore. The boy's been caught red-handed. Even in the unlikely circumstances that the boy may have been under the Imperius curse while putting the spell of the book, I would find it impossible that anybody would find a way to tamper with our brains all at the same time."
He regarded Dumbledore sympathetically. "I'm sorry. I'm actually a good friend of the boy's father, if that says something. I'm finding it very hard to believe myself, but all of the evidence points at the boy. The best that you can do is try for an appeal. In the meantime, there really is nothing you can do about it."
Dumbledore sighed. "There really is nothing I can do?"
"Nothing," the Auror replied. "The best thing we can do is hold back the arrest for a couple of days."
Dumbledore smiled a weak smile, the twinkle in his eyes lost. "I'd appreciate that. At least then I'd have some time to explain to the boy myself."
"Then I'll arrange it. Now, not meaning to be rude, but we have a lot of paperwork here to do, so if you'll excuse me?"
"Ah, yes. I understand. I hope to be in touch soon." With that, he walked from the room, still in disbelief.
It couldn't have been the boy...
Draco sighed in relief as Pomfrey told him that all being well, Harry would wake within the next couple of days.
He felt like throwing a party but also felt like kissing Harry at the same time.
But he couldn't do either seeing as though he had to stay here, and Harry's lips would be freezing. It would be like kissing a dead person. He shivered, trying not to even imagine it.
Ah well, his mate would be with him within two days...
He felt almost too happy.
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