Title: Year of Discovery
Chapter: (14) Damn Ministry
Author: Laen
Editor: Fallohe Leng
Summary: When given a chance to leave the Wizarding world once and for all, Harry takes it. But what happens when he ends up bumping into one of his closest friends from Hogwarts at his new school? Will he ever escape magic? Or Voldemort?
Disclaimer: Not mine; I'm merely a fifteen year old kid who loves to write crazy fanfics like this one. Don't sue, since I'm not a brilliant genius like J.K. Rowling.
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"You can sleep on the bed, I'll use the sleeping bag." Harry muttered as he got to his feet.
"Sorry about the mess." He said when he realized a few things in his room had been destroyed during the attack.
"That would be my fault... I opened the window." Hermione explained as Harry shrugged.
He waved his wand, and immediately, everything was repaired.
"How did you do that? Without saying anything?" Hermione asked.
"It's all in here." Harry said as he pointed to his head.
"We should probably get some sleep. There's class tomorrow." Harry muttered as he grabbed some of a clean t-shirt and sweat pants out of his closet, and threw it to Hermione.
"Washroom's right outside to the left. There's extra tooth-brushes in the drawers." He said as he grabbed his cloak, and stuffed it into his closet, before pulling another pair of sweat pants out.
As he did that, Hermione left to get changed silently. When she returned, she noticed that the death eaters were all gone.
"Take the bed, I'm going to go wash up." He said as he left the room.
After a few minutes, he returned, and was shocked to see that Hermione was being harassed by two wizards.
"I'm telling you! I didn't do underage magic! Dumbledore gave me permission and—"
"Do you actually think we'll believe that? Dumbledore's a fool! He's even gone and lost Harry Potter—"
"He didn't lose Harry! I saw him only a few weeks ago and—"
"Shut up mudblood!" a wizard hissed angrily.
Harry moved to grab his wand—which was on his table, but the wizards were too quick. They both raised their wands, and pointed it at him.
"Step away from the wand kid. What's your name?" one of the wizards with short blonde hair asked.
"Nicholas Cliffmore." Harry answered as the other wizard, who had long wild dirty blonde hair wrote the name down onto the clipboard he held.
"Last we checked, there was only one muggleborn at Scotland High," the wizard with dirty blonde hair said.
"Who said I was muggleborn?" Harry asked.
"No pureblood parent would let their child go to a muggle private school." The blonde man stated.
"What's your point? Now, if you don't mind, we have classes tomorrow. So if you could... get out." Harry spat the last two words out, and glared at the two ministry wizards.
"Now wait a second here! We're not done questioning you two yet!" the wizard with long hair—Harry decided to nickname him 'Hippy'—said as Harry shrugged.
"Do I care? No, now get out. We have the right to kick you out." Harry said as he moved towards his desk, and picked his wand up.
"Put the wand down kid—" the blonde man—Harry nicknamed him 'Blondie'—hissed as Harry ignored him.
"What'll you do if I don't?" Harry asked as he pointed the wand at the two ministry wizards.
A dangerously cruel smirk appeared onto Hippy's face. He moved his wand, until it was pointed at Hermione's head.
"The mudblood dies." He growled as Harry's face paled.
"Get out!" Harry yelled as he pointed his wand at the window.
The glass, frame, curtain, everything—was ripped off the wall, leaving a large hole there, big enough for a man to walk through.
"Get out!" Harry repeated as his hand began to shake.
"What'll you do if we don't?" Blondie asked, repeating Harry's words.
"You'll end up dead." Harry said coldly.
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" Hippy asked.
"No, not at all. But this is." Harry answered as he waved his wand.
The two wizard were suddenly hit by something invisible, and they both shot out of the room through the hole Harry had created earlier. With another wave of Harry's wand, the wall and window was repaired.
"Trigger the wards." Harry said as the wards were suddenly raised.
With another wave of his wand, the blinds and curtains covered the window, and Harry sighed.
"Damn ministry," he whispered as he walked towards the sleeping bag Kazu had left behind.
He opened it, and got ready to sleep.
"You can sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor—this is your room after all." Hermione said as Harry shook his head.
"Go to sleep, don't force me to place a sleeping charm on you—but if I have to, I will." Harry muttered as he got into his sleeping bag.
Hermione sighed, closed the light, and got into bed. There was a few seconds of silence before she spoke.
"Nick?"
"Hm?" Harry replied tiredly.
"How did you make that wand?"
"Magic." Harry mumbled as he yawned.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"I used the magic I had within me, and made it—the wand will now amplify the holder's magic by a thousand times. You need permission from the owner to use it though, or the spell or hex will reflect on you." Harry yawned again.
"Oh."
"Get some sleep." Harry muttered as he shut his eyes.
"Okay. And Nick?"
"Yeah?"
"Good-Night."
"Night."