Part 8
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Harry scowled as he slumped down on the couch in his living room. He had been in a bad mood since over a month ago when he and Rosie had left Hogwarts. Currently the school was closed down and all the students were at home.
"Harry, would you like to come to the Auror's meeting with us?" James asked the angry Harry.
"What are you discussing?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"People who could possibly be Death Eaters." Lily said, pulling on her coat.
"Okay." Harry said, perking up a bit I could definetly help there...after all, I know the names of quite a few thanks to my little encounter at Voldemort's 'rebirth'.
"Can I come too?" Rosie asked, looking up from The Standard Book of Spells, Grade One.
"No, sweetie, you can go to Elisa's house." Lily said.
"Okay." Rosie brightened up.
"Here, use the Floo Powder to get there." James said, handing Rosie the container of Floo Powder, "We'll use it to get to the Ministry."
Great. Floo Powder. How many ways do I hate this stuff? Harry sighed.
Rosie took a pinch of Floo Powder and flung it into the fireplace, "The Boots!" the flames roared emerald green and Rosie stepped into them. She spiralled out of site.
Lily took a pinch of Floo Powder, "The Ministry of Magic!" she called and stepped into the flames.
"You next." James held the container out to Harry.
"Ministry of Magic!" Harry called as he threw the powder in. He took a breath and stepped into the warm, emerald flames.
He spiralled through flames and passed by grates until he started to slow down. He held his hands out in front of him as to not fall flat on his face. He came to a stop and clambered out of a fireplace, helped by his dad.
"Well, didn't know you were coming, Harry." Sirius said, surprised.
"Well, I decided to come." Harry said.
"You know what?" Lily asked as she arrived, helped out of the fireplace by Remus.
"What?" Remus asked.
"I wish there was some way to tell if people were really Death Eaters." Lily said, "Then we'd know if the people who were convicted actually were guilty."
"Maybe they have the Dark Mark burned into their skin?" Harry suggested, looking pointedly at Peter.
"What ever gave you that idea?" Peter forced a laugh.
"Well, we'll never know if there is a way to distinguish them." Lily sighed.
"Anyway, we need a Secret Keeper." James told Sirius, Remus and Peter. He looked pointedly at Sirius, "Padfoot?"
"But it'd be too obvious." Peter protested, "You-Know-Who would be most likely to think you'd pick Sirius."
"That's right, James." Lily said softly.
"But you'd never tell, right?" Harry piped up, looking at Sirius hopefully.
"Never. But if he were to put me under the Imperius Curse..." Sirius trailled off, looking distraught.
"Why don't we discuss this later?" Remus suggested, looking at his watch, "The meeting's about to start."
They all walked down the hall and turned into a large auditorium. Harry looked around. He saw several familiar faces there, about a quarter of the room were Death Eaters. There was Mr and Mrs Lestrange ... Avery ... Crabbe, senior ... Goyle, senior ... Nott ... Karkaroff ... Snape ... and ... Barty Crouch!!!
Harry looked around nervously as he took a seat between his father and Peter. Up at the front of the room, Arthur Weasley, stepped up to the podium.
"As all of you Aurors know, we have several vital things to discuss. First on our list is the possible re-opening of Hogwarts ... " Arthur began. Harry tuned him out while scanning the room nervously.
" ... And, now to the discussion of the Death Eaters." Arthur said after about a half-hour of discussing the possible re-opening of Hogwarts which was left undecided.
Harry perked up. His parents tensed, as did Sirius and Remus. Peter, on the other hand, looked extremely worried.
"Does anyone have any accusations on who might be a Death Eater?" Arthur asked.
Harry shot to his feet, raising his hand to the ceiling, acting almost like Hermione.
"Yes?" Arthur looked quite surprised to say the least. "Who do you accuse, Mr ... erm ... "
"Potter, sir. My name is Harry Potter." Harry said as all eyes in the area turned to look at him.
"Harry, what are you playing at?" James asked him in a sharp whisper.
"Sit down." Lily tugged on the sleeve of his robe.
"All right, Mr Potter, whom do you accuse and what evidence do you give?" Arthur asked.
Here goes nothing... Harry thought, "I accuse Mr Erik and Mrs Adrienne Lestrange - " (an outraged gasp was heard from Mrs Lestrange) " - Jonathan Avery, Alber Crabbe, Julian Goyle, Martin Nott, Igor Karkaroff, Severus Snape, Bartemius Crouch junior and ...." Harry continued in a loud voice, then paused. He whirled around to face Peter who was pale and trembling, "Peter Pettigrew!"
Then, all hell broke loose.
"Harry, what the hell d'you think you're doign? Accusing Peter?" James had had enough. He jumped to his feet admid angry accusations from other members of the crowd.
"He's a Death Eater!" Harry protested.
"Quiet! QUIET!!!" Arthur roared. Quickly, the room was silent. He turned back to Harry, "What evidence do you have?"
"Look at the inside of their left arm. All Death Eaters had the Dark Mark bruned into them by Lord Voldemort!" Harry cried.
"Is that true?" Arthur asked, leaning over the podium.
Harry grabbed Peter's left arm as the rat-man tried to escape. After a stuggle, Harry managed to pull the older male's left sleeve up to reveal a skull with a snake protrouding from it's mouth like a tongue.
"The Dark Mark.." Sirius whispered, in shock. He soon recovered. It was a matter of nanoseconds before he had his wand trained on Peter. "You lying, scheming, traitorous son of a bitch!" he spat venomously.
"Peter, how could you betray us?" Lily asked, distraught. James put one arm around his wife, keeping his wand hand steady and his wand pointed at Peter.
"You were the one relaying information to Lord Voldemort - " (Peter flinched at the name) " - I hope you rot in hell." Remus said, his face twisting with loathing.
All over the room, the other accusees were having their sleeves pushed up as they were examined for the Dark Mark.
Many Aurors hauled off the Death Eaters as the chaos ensured.
"Let's go." James said to his wife and son.
Harry nodded, following his parents to the fireplace. He desperately hoped that he had not made the worst mistake of his life.
Wormtail: What're we gonna do tonight, my Lord?
Voldemort: the same thing we do every night, Wormtail ... try to take over the world ... *mutters* and kill that Potter brat as well.
The Dark Lord, the Dark Lord
And the rat,
Rat, rat, rat, rat, RAT!!
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Hyperness does weird things to me.