A/N: Part 7. Harry and Seamus were talking about Voldemort's attack on Durmstrang and before you know it, Wormtail turns up! Anyway, Read and Review!
Harry Potter and the Rteurn of Lord Voldemort part 7
"Come now Dumbledore! The boy was found standing over Longbottom's bed when his friends woke up. Surely you know he did it!" Cornelius Fudge exclaimed, standing up form his seat.
"Cornelius, SIT DOWN!" Professor McGonagall snapped. She, Cornelius Fudge and Professor Dumbledore were all at Dumbledore's office, discussing about the death of Neville Longbottom. Cornelius was stubbornly saying that all the proof clearly pointed to Harry, while Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall was just as stubbornly denying his proof.
Dumbledore said calmly, "Cornelius, I'm afraid I just don't see it your way. Harry could have just as easily been in shock that another close one has been murdered, that was stood there, stunned,"
"Well what do you think happened? How did Harry know that his friend had been murdered in the first place?" Fudge asked defiantly.
"You don't pay attention, do you Fudge? Potter has already told us that he heard someone come in. When he tried to get him, the intruder turned into a rat and escaped out the window," McGonagall said, exasperatedly.
"Well I have checked the Animagi List, and not one of the people listed that can turn into a rat," Fudge said. Professor McGonagall was slowly losing her patience with the dim-witted Minister.
"FOR GOD'S SAKE, FUDGE! DO TRY TO KEEP UP! IF YOU COULDN'T FIND RAT IN THE LIST, THE PERSON IS OBVIOUSLY AN UNREGISTED ANIMAGUS! USE YOUR HEAD!" Professor McGonagall yelled, having finally lost her cool.
Cornelius looked at her with surprise. Dumbledore held his hands up, as if it would stop the two of them form ripping each other apart. McGonagall was breathing heavily, shaking with rage, while Fudge glared at her.
"I have a simple solution to this problem," he informed them, when they had finally calmed down.
"What?" they asked in unison.
"Veritaserum," he replied.
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Remus Lupin frowned in confusion as he heard a distant roar form his house. He ran out to the front and looked at disbelief as a certain flying motorcycle lowered down on his lawn.
Sirius Black pulled off his helmet and grinned at the look on Lupin's face. "Sirius," Lupin hissed, "What are you doing here?"
"What, no hello?" Sirius asked, his grin widening at Lupin's glare. Lupin sighed "What are you doing here, Sirius?" Lupin asked again, his features softening as he gazed at his long lost friend.
Sirius' face turned grim. "Bad news, Moony. The Triwizard Tournament was a setup. Voldemort kidnapped Harry and he's back to power," he informed Lupin. Lupin somehow managed to take this all in without fainting.
"With Wormtail's help, of course?" Lupin asked, knowing but dreading the answer. Sirius' face darkened and he nodded, gritting his teeth. Lupin sighed. "We should've ignored Harry and killed him straight away," he mumbled, unhappily.
Sirius nodded again, sadly. Lupin knew that Harry meant the world to him, and that the fact that Harry had been harmed was killing him, especially when he couldn't be there to help Harry, or at least be there with him.
Sirius looked up, reluctantly. "Lupin, we need your help. Especially Harry," he whispered softly. Remus nodded. "I've met Arabella and Mundungus already. They're helping." Sirius said again, tangles of his long, black hair falling down his face.
Lupin looked at him, determination and resoloution etching his face. Before Sirius told him, he already knew what to do. It was up to him to do it. The two of them walked back into the house, waiting for the other two of their number to join them.