Chapter Eight
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Harry's eyes slowly opened up. He felt as if he had just gone to sleep but he had felt like this before. It was the dreamless effect of the sleeping portion. His vision was rather blurred and he felt as if he had just lost his sense of balance. Even though his vision was very unclear, he could see someone walking towards him.
Harry reached for his eyes to clean them but soon found out why his vision had been so blur. He wasn't wearing his glasses. He reached around for it and felt it on the side table next to his bed.
As soon as he put his glasses on, his vision improved vastly. He could see who was in front of him clearly. Even though his vision was close to his normal form, he still felt extremely tired. He felt more tired than he had been before he had gone to sleep earlier. His felt dizzy, he felt his would behind his head stinging more than it ever had, just like his scar dud when Voldemort was close by. His whole body was aching and above all, he felt a very painful stinging that had never been there coming from his hands.
He quickly identified who was in front of him. It
was Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of
Magic himself. But what was the minister of magic doing here?
"Minister?" he asked, "What are you doing here?"
The
minister's expression quickly turned from a completely naked face to a very
rage full one. His eyes glared at him in such rage that Harry felt a sudden
urge to get his eyes away from him as soon as possible. He lifted one of his
hands with it's fingers tightly bound together and started shaking it
violently, doing a violent gesture.
"YOU ASK ME WHAT I'M DOIN HERE?" he yelled at him so loud that Harry
thought the room's stonewalls would crack up any moment. Fudge kept on glaring
at him and yelling from the top of his mouth.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? AND WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO USE MY
MINISTRY WORKER WHEN EVER YOU PLEASE?" he continued yelling at him.
Had fudge
gone mad? He hadn't asked for the ministry to help him! They just came to undo
what ever Voldemort had dun to the Dursley's. He couldn't help it if two dozen
death eaters happen to appear a few moment before that.
Fudge opened
his mouth to continue but was interrupted by some movement at the entrance to
the Hospital Wing. Harry's eye too caught this. It was a group of professors
who'd had obviously come to what the whole racket was about? The group included
Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Lupin, Hagrid,
Madam Pomfrey and Hooch and finally Snape. They looked from Fudge to Harry and
back finally to Fudge.
Dumbledore with his calm expressions stepped forward from the group and
asked "Cornelius, what do you think your doing?".
Fudge gave him an evil glare but didn't dare snap at him.
Then to
Harry's surprise Snape stepped forward and said "I think you'll leave here
right now Fudge, if you know what's good for you". Snape with the most
infuriated expression on his face kept on staring at fudge.
Harry
couldn't believe his eyes and ears. Was this the same Snape who had picked on
him ever since his first day at Hogwarts? Was it the same Snape who had tried
more than once to get his expelled or the one who gave him detention
practically every day for no apparent reason?
Fudge looked
even more furious after what Snape said but it seemed as if he was keeping his
mouth shut since he was out numbered by at least one to eight. He stepped away
from Harry's bed. The he turned around to Professor Dumbledore.
"I now wonder where your loyalties lie Dumbledore" said with a
completely naked expression. But he did not stop.
"Your keeping death eaters" he said and glanced at Snape and then moved
it to Lupin. "And, Werewolves in here along with those innocent student" he
said.
Dumbledore
was still calm. He only smiled at Fudge, but Harry was heating up. Fudge had
just called Lupin a werewolf. And Snape a death eater. True, he didn't like
Snape very much, but calling him a death eater was too much. Fudge had crossed
the line. He was sure that fudge hadn't even seen a death eater first hand. Because
if he had, he wouldn't have said what he just had.
He had to speak out.
"Hey! Who are you to judge whom Professor Dumbledore keeps here or not?"
he spitted out at Fudge. "You practically don't even worth a red cent of
Professor Dumbledore".
He saw Snape
staring at him from the corner of his eye. He could see a part of him that he
had never seen before. A part of Snape that reminded him that there was a
caring human being under all those defences.
Fudge was glowing red with anger.
He took a step forward towards the door, but stopped. He turned towards
him.
"And Dumbledore, I never thought Gryffindor would produce a MURDERER who
would be ruthless enough to kill one of his fellow students.
Harry's
heart sank to the floor. It was clearly shot at him. His throat dried up and
terrifying memories from the last here hit him so fast that he felt utterly
depressed.
He looked up
and saw a stare of rage on Dumbledore's face he had never seen before. Fudge
had truly crossed the line. But before Fudge even could blink, the eight
Hogwarts Professors took out of their wands and pointed it straight at him.
Each of them mumbled spells and simultaneously four spells shot out of their
wands towards Fudge.
As the spells hit Fudge the most splendid array of effects of multiple spells cast on a single target was clearly seen. Fudge's Hands disappeared, and then his face went pale white as if he had seen the most dreadful thing imaginable. Harry had feeling Professor Flitwick had cast a depressing charm. It didn't stop there. Fudge grew tentacles all over his face and his legs started to tremble, the way it did when hit by the jelly leg jinx. The show was still not over. Fudge's legs suddenly bound it selves to each other and his hair turned a luminous blue. With that Fudge turned into a bat, which Harry though was the work of Professor McGonagall and vanished from sight with a faint pop.
He couldn't suppress his laughter and before he knew it he along with the eight Professors were roaring with laughter. None of them showed any care in the world of what they had done to Fudge.