Harry follows the others into the main room mechanically, not hearing what Professor Dumbledore is telling them, his mind unable to drift away from the possibilities the day has opened.
When he does finally remember to listen it becomes clear that nothing is as settled as he'd like. Surely it's an open and shut case? Pettigrew's alive and Black has done nothing incriminating. Surely they can settle this easily. Why can things never be settled easily?
Apparently, everything they had just done and said had been completely worthless, and would have to be repeated in a real courtroom for any of it to count. Fine, whatever. Makes no sense at all but fine.
The majority of the packed room were handling this news much better than Harry, who was certain his irritation was present on his face, but Professor Lupin and the Tonks' all seemed equally impatient.
"Sirius isn't in any state for a trial." Mrs Tonks says sternly, glaring imperiously at two of the most powerful (politically at least in Fudge's case) wizards in the country, "He's been locked away for over a decade and from what my daughter has told me he has not reacted well to the presence of this many people let alone a full court."
"Black's well-being is not a major concern madam." Fudge blusters, avoiding her gaze, equal parts uncomfortable and irritated.
"Perhaps it isn't." Mr Tonks refutes, "But surely it should be? It's clear to everyone here where this is heading, shouldn't we be at least faking a belief in justice even if we are many years late to the event? If you hold the trial today, or tomorrow, or even this month, Sirius will not be able to handle it and it will be just as obvious to the press and the public that you are hoping he will falter and the truth will be buried again. Obvious that you, minister, are trying to take the easy way out."
If Fudge had been intimidated before by one Tonks it was nothing to how he looked now with two of them bearing down at him.