Part 1
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Sun light shown through the window of a room with wooden walls lined with crochet sweaters in the making. In the center of the room, a queen size bed sat with a book listing several healing spells. Mrs. Weasley sighed, sitting on the bed and looking out the window. Her husband turned to her chuckling. "Well, based on you reading that, I assume you're going to take the job."
Mrs. Weasley sighed. "I don't know. I want to be prepared in case I do, but I'm still not sure. It's one thing to help the kids when they get injured here, but school injuries tend to be a lot worse. Besides, the kids might be embarrassed to have their mother at school with them. I don't know."
"I don't think they would mind. But if you're that worried about it, why not ask them? As for skill...I have no doubts." Mr. Weasley leaned in to kiss his wife.
Mrs. Weasley thought for a moment about the spells she knew. Mending bones, closing cuts, counter curses, healing burns, regrowing: bones, nerves and muscles. Those last three were very tricky, though not nearly as tricky as undoing petrification and restoring memories. She didn't even know how to deal with those. "Well, what if another basilisk gets loose? I don't know how to treat petrification."
"Mandrakes." Ron popped his head out from a door. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at their youngest son's face, which was covered in black soot.
Mrs. Weasley raised an eyebrow. "Ron. What happened to your face?"
Ron laughed nervously. "Uh...nothing. Gotta go." He ducked out the doorway.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other. "What was that about?" The two walked to the door, but a blinding light came through the window for a few minutes.
By the time the light died down they were already at the front door. They stared out into the field along with the rest of the family. Mrs. Weasley raised an eyebrow at Fred and George.
Fred shrugged. "Probably just another basilisk. Guess it's time we got a rooster. Ow!" He rubbed his shoulder looking at Ginny.
She huffed, and George laughed at Fred. "Yeah we probably just need Harry." He winked at Ginny, who's face went even redder.
She was ready to slap George too, but turned at a voice from behind. "Oh, sorry about that. Didn't mean to bother you guys so much." Cedric Diggory laughed in embarrassment. He walked over, gorilla growls coming from his shoes.
Fred smiled, shaking his head. "You know, I can help you get rid of that if you want."
"Nah, I've gotten used to it. Besides, now I can do this." Cedric flicked his wand and took a few steps. Parrot squakes came out from his shoes.
"Bloody hell!" Ron looked back and forth
between Cedric and his shoes. "What sounds can you make with those!?"
"Well, pretty much any animal sound so far. I can also make it sound like thunder." He waved his wand and stepped lightly. A roaring crack came from his shoes, not deafening, but close enough. He waved his wand again, then faced Ron, who he realized had black ash or soot covering his entire face. There were a few burn marks visible where his skin wasn't completely covered. "Uh, whoa...Ron what happened to you?"
Everyone turned to Ron, finally noticing his face. He floundered for a few seconds before Fred and George grabbed him. "That...is the look of success."
Cedric's eyes went wide for a few seconds before he started chuckling. But Mrs. Weasley was having none of it. "Fred and George Weasley. Back to the house this instant." She pointed back to the burrow, not showing any emotion.
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Part 2
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Cornelius Fudge sighed looking at Minerva Mcgonagall over a pile over a pile of papers she'd brought in. "You don't need this much paperwork for an arrest of someone who attempted to kill you. Not to mention he's likely an animagus, based on what you and Evan told me."
"But protocol states-"
"I know, I know. But we can at least hold him in Azkaban until his trial. Can't have a dark wizard escaping now." Fudge laughed. He looked at Dolores Umbridge, who was standing right next to him.
She frowned. "Prime minister, didn't Serious Black already escape? Maybe it's better to trust an auror or an unspeakable with his custody."
Mcgonnagall raised an eyebrow. "That seems like a waste of valuable resources, not that they answer to the minister anyway."
Fudge thought for a moment. "Perhaps. But none of the unspeakables have been able to find anything, I think they'd jump at the opportunity. As for the aurors, I'm not sure they're the best at digging things up anyway. Maybe one can convince him to talk."
Mcgonnagall "Prime minister, isn't there at least someone else you know of with those skills? You might be taking an someone right out of the field before they discover something important."
"Well if it's just an issue of keeping people free to investigate, I could do it." Umbridge said. "You'll find that I can be very persuasive." She gave an emotionless smile. "I'll make sure he doesn't escape. And even if he did, he can't take down dozens of ministry wizards and witches."
The prime minister chuckled, then quickly stopped trying to regain some sense of seriousness. "Dolores can handle him. Will that suffice?"
Mcgonagall looked uncertain for a few moments before shrugging. "I suppose that could work."
"Well then, take him away Dolores." Fudge said.
Umbridge dragged the dirty man out of the room and down a hallway lined with lamps. The man had a sinister grin on his face as he was pulled into a blank room with an oak table and two Burch chairs on opposite sides. The room was well lit, but not bright. It was also surprisingly warm. Umbridge placed the man in one chair, and sat in the other. "All right Jugson. You can talk freely."
"No one can hear us huh?" Jugson sat back relaxing. "Good. So are we moving to step two then?
Umbridge nodded. "Yes, but there's been a change of plans. And with the sound spells here, no one outside this room will hear you screaming.".
Jugson shook his head. "Sheesh. That joke's too dark. Even for my taste."
"Oh. That was no joke." Umbridge pulled out her wand weighing it between her hands. "Tell me. Have you ever actually been tortured before?"
"Wait, what are you-ARGH!" He screamed as heat exploded from his chest, but the burning stopped as soon as it had started. Jugson held his throbbing hand.
Umbridge's face didn't show any emotion, her eyes completely empty. "You know you told dear Mcgonnagall a lie. You were working for Padfoot. Now, I'll ask again. Who were you working for?" She lowered her wand.
Jugson cursed her out. "What was that about!?" He tried calming down. "Look, I know I messed up...I know I was supposed to say Padfoot. But come on! Really!?" He spat out.
Umbridge shook her head. "Well that's an awful attitude. You shouldn't be so rude." She
And what is Padfoot's actual name? You know he's Sirius Black." She smiled, keeping her wand raised. "And where is your boss Sirius Black hiding?" She whipped out a pen. "Why don't you write it down."
"Ugh! Fine! You are the worst partner ever…" He took the pen and started writing. Sirius Black hired me and some others to kill anyone looking for him. He hired me at Grimwall place.
"Now, that wasn't that hard was it?" Umbridge smiled. "But we simply must fix your rude behavior." She looked over at the door. "Maybe a dementor will straighten you out."
"What?" Jugson squinted. "What are you"
"Perhaps a kiss is order, how romantic." She smiled. "And it would certainly curve that bad behavior." A dementor floated into the room.
Jugson's face went pale. "No, please." He backed away, cold sweat coming down his face. "Someone help! Please!"
"No one will hear you scream, remember? And someone needs to fix your manners." She smiled. "After all, we do live in a civilized society. How about a nice smile."
"Yeah, yeah. You're right." He tried smiling, scooting back to the wall. "Civilized society. I'm sorry, just please don't."
"That's better. A nice smile." She nodded. "Yes, much better."
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Part 3
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Star light shown through Ron's bedroom window. He rolled his eyes as his mom. She'd made him wash his face and was now looking over the cuts and burns on his face, glaring back at Fred and George every so often. "Of all the stupid, hair brained schemes you've had. Blowing up your younger brother with fireworks..."
"Well, to be fair., they did warn me ahead of time" Ron said. "And it's just a mild sting."
Mrs. Weasley pinched Ron's skin who winced, trying not to yell. Mrs Weasley nodded. "That's what I thought." She pulled out her wand. "Episkey." Ron's wounds healed almost instantly as his skin stitched itself back together.
Fred prodded George. "You think Mom can fix venom from an acromantula?"
Mrs. Weasley's eyes turned to Fred and George. This time they weren't angry, just tired. She facepalmed. "Why? Just, just why?" Fred and George shrugged.
Mr. Weasley raised an eyebrow at the twins. "Where did you even get those?"
Fred and George looked at each other, then shrugged. "Knockturn Alley." Fred said.
"Yeah." George said. "I got the materials last week. Turns out they've got gunpowder and all sorts of muggle stuff down there if you know where to look."
"Wait really?" Mr. Weasley perked up. Then a glare from his wife shut him down. "I mean. You two shouldn't have gone down to a place like that, that was very dangerous boys. Very dangerous."
Mrs. Wealey nodded. "Two weeks. You two are grounded for two weeks." She then turned to Ron. "And one week for you young man. That means cleaning the house." She looked back at Fred and George who both gave her puppy eye looks. "Without magic."
"Rats." George said under his breath.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley headed downstairs to the kitchen. Mr. Weasley snickered a little. "So, why'd you let them off easy this time?"
She sighed. "Well, the harm was minimal. And I'd feel a little guilty completely stopping their experiments after Harry's insistence on funding their work. Though why he wanted to invest in a joke shop, I have no idea."
Mr. Weasley nodded. "Yeah, that was crazy. 1,000 galleons, his entire winnings from the tournament, and he gives it all to them. Still trying to figure out why?"
Mrs. Weasley got a glass of water then yawned. "Maybe I should take that job. Make sure our kids don't blow up the school." She started heading up the stairs. "Though right now, I could use a nap." She turned to see Mr. Weasley heading out the door. "Uh...where are you going?"
"Uh…" Mr. Weasley looked back and forth between the door and his wife.
She squinted. "You're going to Knockturn Alley, aren't you."
Mr. Weasley looked away. "No...yeah." A giddy grin spread across his face. "Maybe there's someone who knows how an airplane works!"
"Whatever. I'm too tired to argue anyway." She waved him off, not seeing him pump his fist in celebration as he pulled out his wand. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he was gone.
