Noon was approaching fast, and it was apparent that Remus and Callisto were both getting nervous. Memebers of the Magical Enforcement Department had already begun to show up, ushering people away from the Leaky Culdron and nearby shops. The Minister of Magic, Cordelius Fudge had arrived, along with Dumbledore and Talom Wesom. Mr. Wesom seemed beside himself, demanding that they storm in the place and search every room.
"Easy, Mr. Wesom," Fudge instructed. "If we go in now then he might hurt her. Best just to wait until noon like they demanded."
"Its noon now," he growled.
"Time to go," Callisto stated, lifting the mirror of the bathroom wall. "Remember, just like I explained it last night."
"You know, for someone as young as you are, you are very intelligent," Lupin complimented as they began to decend down the steps.
"Thank you, Mr. Lupin." They opened the door and Callisto steped out into the bright sunlight, breathing in the cool air as she prepared for what she had to do next. Two wizards, from the Enforcement Department, began to rush forward when Remus yelled out to them.
"That is far enough!" He had his wand out, pointed at Callisto. He had to give her time.
"Callisto, come to Daddy," Mr. Wesom cooed.
Callisto glared at him. "No." A mumer ran through the crowd. 'Why would I go back to someone who hurts me, tried to kill me, and killed other people!"
"Its obvious that Lupin put a spell on her," Wesom said quickly.
"No, there is no spell!" Callisto shouted. "That man is a killer! He's the bad guy, not Mr. Lupin! And I can prove it! We both can!' With a small thud, she sat herself on the ground, holding the mirror up in front of her. She concentrated, concentrated hard, willing to make a connection with those who were still able to speak on the other side. A large cloud of mist began to form abover her, stretching out like a new mirror itself as the one n the ground began to spin faster and faster.
"Stop her!" Wesom growled.
"Its obvious she has some sort of message to tell," Dumbledore stated, quite cooly. "Aren't you the least bit interested in what she has to show us?" Fudgde apparently was, because he made no order to put a stop to the girl as images began to show up in the mist. A lab, experiment rooms, the prisoners... Everyone was muttering in the crowds as several cast nervous, angry, glances at Mr. Wesom, who had gone very pale.
"Lies, all of it!' he shouted. 'Its a trick!"
"Magic of that sort, Talom Wesom, does not lie,' Dumbledore said formidabely. "Especially when it comes from someone who has no ordinary magic. What we are seeing is the truth, is it not?" Wesom didn't answer. Then he looked to Fudge. "What will you believe?"
"Images from a mirror aren't going to be enough," Fudge sighed.
"Then this file will ceal it,' Remus stated. He'd walked from his place at the doorway, and now held a near unconscious Callisto in his arms, the file gripped in one of his hands. Dumbledore took it from him and handed it to Fudge, who scanned it, then looked up, a horrified expression in his eyes.
"Arrest that man," was all he could say, pointing to Wesom.
"Not so fast!" Wesom shouted, drawing his wand. "I'm not going down that easy!" He grabbed Lupin by the neck, shaking Callisto from his arms. "I'll kill you, if I can't detroy that brat!" He threw Lupin roughly to the ground, and began to mutter a curse. But just as he was about to finish the words Callisto grabbed his arm, pulling hard on it, and the spell went straight into the ground, missing its target completely. Wesom threw Callisto off of himself, right into a wall as the Enforcement Wizards apprehended him.
"Callisto?" Lupin gasped, lifting the girl into his arms. "Listo, wake up!"
"We had best get her to a doctor," Dumbledore advised, looking gravely at Lupin. Lupin realized that this was one of those few times whee even the Headmaster of Hogwarts was in over his head. "I trust the charges against Mr. Lupin have been dropped?" he added quickly.
"Of course," Fudge said hastily. With a curt nod, he hurried off, mumbling about the file. Lupin didn't care about that anymore. All he wanted was for Callisto to wake up.
"Easy, Mr. Wesom," Fudge instructed. "If we go in now then he might hurt her. Best just to wait until noon like they demanded."
"Its noon now," he growled.
"Time to go," Callisto stated, lifting the mirror of the bathroom wall. "Remember, just like I explained it last night."
"You know, for someone as young as you are, you are very intelligent," Lupin complimented as they began to decend down the steps.
"Thank you, Mr. Lupin." They opened the door and Callisto steped out into the bright sunlight, breathing in the cool air as she prepared for what she had to do next. Two wizards, from the Enforcement Department, began to rush forward when Remus yelled out to them.
"That is far enough!" He had his wand out, pointed at Callisto. He had to give her time.
"Callisto, come to Daddy," Mr. Wesom cooed.
Callisto glared at him. "No." A mumer ran through the crowd. 'Why would I go back to someone who hurts me, tried to kill me, and killed other people!"
"Its obvious that Lupin put a spell on her," Wesom said quickly.
"No, there is no spell!" Callisto shouted. "That man is a killer! He's the bad guy, not Mr. Lupin! And I can prove it! We both can!' With a small thud, she sat herself on the ground, holding the mirror up in front of her. She concentrated, concentrated hard, willing to make a connection with those who were still able to speak on the other side. A large cloud of mist began to form abover her, stretching out like a new mirror itself as the one n the ground began to spin faster and faster.
"Stop her!" Wesom growled.
"Its obvious she has some sort of message to tell," Dumbledore stated, quite cooly. "Aren't you the least bit interested in what she has to show us?" Fudgde apparently was, because he made no order to put a stop to the girl as images began to show up in the mist. A lab, experiment rooms, the prisoners... Everyone was muttering in the crowds as several cast nervous, angry, glances at Mr. Wesom, who had gone very pale.
"Lies, all of it!' he shouted. 'Its a trick!"
"Magic of that sort, Talom Wesom, does not lie,' Dumbledore said formidabely. "Especially when it comes from someone who has no ordinary magic. What we are seeing is the truth, is it not?" Wesom didn't answer. Then he looked to Fudge. "What will you believe?"
"Images from a mirror aren't going to be enough," Fudge sighed.
"Then this file will ceal it,' Remus stated. He'd walked from his place at the doorway, and now held a near unconscious Callisto in his arms, the file gripped in one of his hands. Dumbledore took it from him and handed it to Fudge, who scanned it, then looked up, a horrified expression in his eyes.
"Arrest that man," was all he could say, pointing to Wesom.
"Not so fast!" Wesom shouted, drawing his wand. "I'm not going down that easy!" He grabbed Lupin by the neck, shaking Callisto from his arms. "I'll kill you, if I can't detroy that brat!" He threw Lupin roughly to the ground, and began to mutter a curse. But just as he was about to finish the words Callisto grabbed his arm, pulling hard on it, and the spell went straight into the ground, missing its target completely. Wesom threw Callisto off of himself, right into a wall as the Enforcement Wizards apprehended him.
"Callisto?" Lupin gasped, lifting the girl into his arms. "Listo, wake up!"
"We had best get her to a doctor," Dumbledore advised, looking gravely at Lupin. Lupin realized that this was one of those few times whee even the Headmaster of Hogwarts was in over his head. "I trust the charges against Mr. Lupin have been dropped?" he added quickly.
"Of course," Fudge said hastily. With a curt nod, he hurried off, mumbling about the file. Lupin didn't care about that anymore. All he wanted was for Callisto to wake up.