POTTY WEE POTTER
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 17
He waited for the tea too cool before taking a sip. The night had been so long Harry could not be it was only one in the mourning. Grimmauld Place was just as he remembered it and as he sat in the kitchen on his own the night at Christmas came to mind. He had sat in the very chair he was sat in now panicking about whether or not Mr Weasly would make it. Now he wondered if Ron had.
"Harry !" Mrs Weasly said as she burst in. She pulled him into a tight hug and a tear came to her eye. "Oh Harry dear." They had been to see Ron, the Weaslys, Harry had had to stay behind, Dumbledore was still sorting out his predicament. Fred and George pilled in behind, followed by Arthur. Ginny and Hermione had decided to stay.
"He's going to be fine," Arthur said from behind Mrs Weasly, Harry saw him sit down with a thud from over Molly's shoulder. Finally Mrs Weasly released Harry and finally spotted his broken nose. She rushed him to the sink and cleaned it, wrapping a cloth around it before making everyone a cup of tea. After half an hour of silence Lupin arrived.
"Dumbledore will be here in a hour," He said walking over to the tea pot and pouring himself a cup. "After that Harry should be able to see Ron." He sat at the table between Mrs Weasly and Fred and stared at Harry for a few seconds before speaking again. "I saw what happened with Draco." All the heads at the table turned to the conversation. "I saw you spare his life." Nothing more was said for the remainder of the hour. After a while, Fred and George retired to bed saying something about a meeting in the mourning and Mrs Weasly cleaned the dishes and dusted. Dumbledore was uncharacteristically late but he wore a smile.
"If I could award house points I would," He said with a twinkle in his eye. Harry smiled. Hearing Dumbledore talk about it made his courage and human decency seem all worth while. He sat at the table placing his hat on the chair next to him. "A tea please Molly." She of course complied.
"Is it sorted," Lupin asked leaning forward, Dumbledore ignored him, but in a polite way, he raised his hand lightly and turned to Harry.
"Draco had been taken to Azkaban prison for the night." Dumbledore told Harry, "In the afternoon tomorrow a trial will be held at the Wizmot which everyone, with the exception of Ron, will be attending. You can see Ron in the mourning but I urge you to try and get some rest, it's been a long night." Mrs Weasly nodded as she filled a hot water bottle and conjured up a glass of yellow juice. Harry was unaware of what it was but Lupin and Dumbledore knew perfectly well. Sleeping Juice. Harry smiled, If Ron was going to make it and Draco was on his way to Azkaban then there was nothing else to worry about. Or was there ?
"But what about the boy," The twenty seven year old asked, "The boy from the dungeon." The smile faded from Dumbledore's face, Lupin and Molly looked at the two, confused.
"I'm afraid he will not make it." Dumbledore said, a frown upon his aging face. "I have spoken to Headmaster Snape, and there will be a ceremony at the school on Wednesday, You and your friends are invited." The blood in Harry's body froze and his stomach did a back flip. It was just like Cedric. Molly handed him the glass and the water bottle.
"Drink this Harry dear," She said, "Then off to bed."
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 17
He waited for the tea too cool before taking a sip. The night had been so long Harry could not be it was only one in the mourning. Grimmauld Place was just as he remembered it and as he sat in the kitchen on his own the night at Christmas came to mind. He had sat in the very chair he was sat in now panicking about whether or not Mr Weasly would make it. Now he wondered if Ron had.
"Harry !" Mrs Weasly said as she burst in. She pulled him into a tight hug and a tear came to her eye. "Oh Harry dear." They had been to see Ron, the Weaslys, Harry had had to stay behind, Dumbledore was still sorting out his predicament. Fred and George pilled in behind, followed by Arthur. Ginny and Hermione had decided to stay.
"He's going to be fine," Arthur said from behind Mrs Weasly, Harry saw him sit down with a thud from over Molly's shoulder. Finally Mrs Weasly released Harry and finally spotted his broken nose. She rushed him to the sink and cleaned it, wrapping a cloth around it before making everyone a cup of tea. After half an hour of silence Lupin arrived.
"Dumbledore will be here in a hour," He said walking over to the tea pot and pouring himself a cup. "After that Harry should be able to see Ron." He sat at the table between Mrs Weasly and Fred and stared at Harry for a few seconds before speaking again. "I saw what happened with Draco." All the heads at the table turned to the conversation. "I saw you spare his life." Nothing more was said for the remainder of the hour. After a while, Fred and George retired to bed saying something about a meeting in the mourning and Mrs Weasly cleaned the dishes and dusted. Dumbledore was uncharacteristically late but he wore a smile.
"If I could award house points I would," He said with a twinkle in his eye. Harry smiled. Hearing Dumbledore talk about it made his courage and human decency seem all worth while. He sat at the table placing his hat on the chair next to him. "A tea please Molly." She of course complied.
"Is it sorted," Lupin asked leaning forward, Dumbledore ignored him, but in a polite way, he raised his hand lightly and turned to Harry.
"Draco had been taken to Azkaban prison for the night." Dumbledore told Harry, "In the afternoon tomorrow a trial will be held at the Wizmot which everyone, with the exception of Ron, will be attending. You can see Ron in the mourning but I urge you to try and get some rest, it's been a long night." Mrs Weasly nodded as she filled a hot water bottle and conjured up a glass of yellow juice. Harry was unaware of what it was but Lupin and Dumbledore knew perfectly well. Sleeping Juice. Harry smiled, If Ron was going to make it and Draco was on his way to Azkaban then there was nothing else to worry about. Or was there ?
"But what about the boy," The twenty seven year old asked, "The boy from the dungeon." The smile faded from Dumbledore's face, Lupin and Molly looked at the two, confused.
"I'm afraid he will not make it." Dumbledore said, a frown upon his aging face. "I have spoken to Headmaster Snape, and there will be a ceremony at the school on Wednesday, You and your friends are invited." The blood in Harry's body froze and his stomach did a back flip. It was just like Cedric. Molly handed him the glass and the water bottle.
"Drink this Harry dear," She said, "Then off to bed."