Chapter Six Sacrifice
The court room was hostile. If they weren't scared of a Death Eater breaking in the room to kill them, they were mad because they couldn't leave. It seemed Angel did not weaken under presser, more so, she strengthen. With in moments of Peter's escape the Ministry was boarded up. no one could leave and no one could come. All meetings and appoints were cancelled for that day and everyone, whether you worked for the Ministry or not, was ordered to search every square inch of the place for a gray rat.
"Come on Ron. Harry." Angel said as soon as she stopped yelling at the crowd in the court room to stop whining to start looking "Hermione. we'll go to Author's office." Her eyes were almost red with anger. you could tell she was going to catch Peter if her life depended on it and she had a good right too. He took so much away from her... and more than Harry realized.
Ron grinned slightly. And he led the way out of the court room and back to the elevator. Hermione stayed close to him, fearing the rage in Angel. She swung from sweet to out of control in seconds. Harry stayed with Angel though. he wanted to find Peter too, not as much, but he sought justice for his parents. and that includes his god father. He never really realized, until he lost him, how much Sirius was like a dad to him. even if Sirius would never admit it. Harry would always turn to Sirius when he needed something and it offend Harry to wonder if he had James, would he turn to him or still to Sirius? He hated not having his parents. he wanted his mom to be in his childhood, his dad telling him the odd stories about the Marauders and just to know the fact that he had a real family behind him.
"Come on Harry." Hermione hissed. She stuck out her hand and grabbed the front of Harry's robes and drug him off the elevator right before it closed. Harry had drifted off into space without realizing it. They ran to catch up with Ron and Angel.
They met Mr. Weasleys exiting his office. "Hello Angel, I just heard about what happened, I was going to see.." He stopped mid sentence and stared at Ron. "What the blazes are you doing here?"
"Err. hi dad." Ron stammered. Harry and Hermione approached then.
"And you two.. Angel, what is the meaning of this?" Mr. Weasleys yelled trying to act mad but he was smiling.
"They came to help with the hearing. it went very well. Wormtail was sentenced to life in Azkaban and couple more year in there and death. Only problem is when can't find him." Angel said sadly. "I would get them out. but it's better if the Ministry is shut down so he can't get away." Angel continued.
"Dumbledore will be in the right state when he finds out you brought Harry along." Mr. Weasley said, now serious.
"Harry is 16; he is old enough to decide what he wants to do and not to do. Dumbledore thinks him glass, but he's proven he doesn't break that easily. It will be fine." Angel snapped back. "I'll stay with all three of them till this affair is over, and if you give me a row about my decision, which I stand by as the right one, I'll find somewhere else to stay."
Mr. Weasley's eyes bugged out. and he nodded, quickly leaving them. "How do you bloody do that?" Ron started. "You have everyone right under your finger tips; I bet if you wanted him to jump he would at a word." Ron sniggered.
"People skills," Angel said with a smile.
Hermione giggled and sat down on the floor, leaning against the desk. "Where do you think he is?" She said with a sigh.
"Knowing him, he's probably hiding out, even he isn't dumb enough to go running around while we're searching, he'll probably hide for a day or two and then leave." Angel replied.
"Are we going to be down here for a day or two then?" Harry sighed.
"I hope not, Molly will be out raged!" Angel grinned.
"Why?" Harry said.
"Can't tell you." Ron, Hermione and Angel said together, ending it with a laugh.
There was a knock on the door and a man pushed the door open. "Angel," The figure said in a soft undertone. "Thank you," Angel walked to the door and took the man's hand and led him into the office, pulling Mr. Weasley's chair out for him. "I owe you so much." The said man gauntly.
"There is no need to be thanking me Mr. Diggory. I had my own reasons for catching Pettigrew. knowing I was helping a friend heal was a plus." Angel said kindly, handing the man a cup of coffee she made appear in thin air.
"No. you don't understand. it means so much to us. when Rachel told me." Mr. Diggory broke down into tears.
"Amos, it'll be okay. Cedric died for noble reasons. he doesn't have to live though all that's going on now and he doesn't have to see anyone he loves hurt. That's what would have really hurt him, you told me yourself. he cared about other people. And I bet he rather you be proud of him for what he achieve than crying over him." Angel said softly, patting his back.
"But I am proud of him. I just. he was just.." Amos Diggory broke down into choking sobs. "he was my best friend. he was more of a son than I ever dreamed of." Amos hic-cupped and wiped his eyes. "Thank you so much for catching Pettigrew. just knowing who did it. and knowing he is being blamed makes everything so much more easier."
"I know. I know." Angel soothed.
"And the worst of it is. I know I shouldn't think that." Mr. Diggory went into another fit of tears. "I sometimes wish Potter would have died instead of him. why did my Cedric have to die?" Amos went into another outrage and he started choking on tears.
"I wish I did too." Harry said, as he stood up. "I wish I had died instead of Cedric, I wish I would have taken the cup and gone by myself. I wish I had died when my parents did or when Sirius did. even when Cedric did." Harry screamed.
Amos stopped crying and looked up. his eyes bugged out and he stared at Harry as though it was for the first time. "Harry, I didn't know you were. I mean. I didn't."
"You didn't want Cedric to die. you wanted me to die. say it!" Harry yelled. "I've slipped out of death's finger tips too many times. Yes, I should be dead and why I'm not is woe to me!"
Harry stomped out of the office and slammed the door behind him. He hit his fist against the wall and sank down, leaning again it. He had always wanted to die, he didn't want to care, and he didn't want to hang on. His life had been, is and will for ever be a thread that frays with each passing day. And, he tells himself to hang onto it. even when he wants to let go. Why did his parents have to die? Why did Cedric have to go first? Why Sirius? They hadn't wanted to die as much as he did. and they still went first. Still, he told himself this wasn't true. he told himself that it was just the guilt and the unfairness that they should die and he should live. it was his remorse telling him he should have died all those times. but hearing someone else accuse him of living when he should have gone. it hurt and it touched that spot in him that made him brake down. Harry threaded his hand through his hair, holding his head and he rocked back and forth, trying to restrain his tears.
Angel was inside talking sweetly to Mr. Diggory and reassuring him, and as oddly as he felt, Harry was thrilled when she told Hermione and Ron to let his be alone for a while. Angel understood. So Harry sat there in the-so-he-thought empty hall way, rocking himself calm.
"Are you okay Harry?" said a shaking voice.
Harry looked up to see the red faced Mrs. Pettigrew. He shrugged.
"I am so sorry about this whole affair." She started, taking a seat on the floor next to him. "He was never like this before. He loved your father when he was in school. He would go on and on about how great James was at this and how wonderful James was at that, he would rarely talk about anything else." Mrs. Pettigrew smiled slightly, wiping her eyes. "He was such a shy boy, he probably wouldn't have any friends at all if those three boys wouldn't have taken him under their wings, he was like the faithful side kick. the tag along." She shook her head. "I would have never thought he would turn James over so easily." She gave a choking gag.
"It's not your fault." Harry whispered.
"But it is. it is. I should have known. I." She covered her mouth with a hanky, "I should have known my own son enough to know." a tear trailed down her cheek, "to know what he was capable of doing."
"It was his choice, not yours." Harry said softly.
"I'm so ashamed of what he." but her sentence was interrupted.
Harry jumped up. Mrs. Pettigrew was levitated in mid air, her mouth in a sickening awe. "Mrs. Pettigrew?" Harry gasped.
She silently screamed and her limbs fought the air around her. "Mrs. Pettigrew." Harry gasped again. He froze. He had no idea what was happening, let alone what to do. He made a jump for her and caught her foot. Easily, he drug her back to the ground with a loud thump. Movement was heard in the office behind him and before he turned around, Amos Diggory and Angel was beside him, kneeing over Mrs. Pettigrew's limp body.
"Oh my word!" Angel cried softly, as she touched Mrs. Pettigrew's hand. "Maggie, are you okay?" Angel moved her hand to her face and brushed stray hairs out of the way. It was odd, but all the hate Angel held for this women's son, she was still human enough to care.
"Harry, what happened?" Mr. Diggory sput out, half scared of even talking to him.
"I don't know, I saw talking to her and." Harry started.
"She started flying." Came a teasing voice behind him. Harry turned around to look at who was speaking. It was a high pitched voice that squeaked his s's. When he turned, he found not only the person who spoke but a wand in his face. "The old bat finally flew." The man said hatefully.
"Pettigrew," Amos Diggory said with loath. He stood and stared.
"Don't move, either of you. it would be a shame for Harry to die because you have ants in you pants." Wormtail threw his head back and laughed.
"Peter, let him go. NOW!" Angel said firmly.
"Are you crazy? What would my Lord do if I let Harry Potter go so willingly?" Peter replied as through it was common knowledge and care.
"What would your "Lord" have done if Harry had not saved your life?" Angel said unsympathetically.
"That was his bad judgment." Peter splat, now looking into Harry's eyes. His face cracked into a smile. Harry felt ashamed. he had made the wrong decision. Sirius would have been a free man all those years. Voldemort would not be back. and he would not be in this position right now, if he was only let Remus and Sirius kill this man three years ago.
Angel grew red now, Harry could see through the corner of his eye. "What about our agreement Peter?"
"Screw the agreement." Peter shouted.
"Peter. you know you can't do that." Angel said sweetly now. With in a split second and before Harry and Peter even knew what she was doing, she kicked in Harry's legs and force him to the floor, away from Peter's wand. Then she put her wand in Peter's face. "Drop your wand now."
"What about our agreement Seri?" Peter mocked while he cocked his head back and forth.
"Screw the agreement." Angel sneered. Harry scrambled out for between them and moved closer to Mrs. Pettigrew and Mr. Diggory, who, was about to rip Peter to sheds with his eyes.
"Allow me Angel." Amos sneered. Angel snatched Peter's wand and returned to Harry's side, gripping his shoulders. Amos smiled. "I've waited a year for this Pettigrew. you took my life away from me and left me to watch it fall."
"You're lucky I didn't kill you." Peter said firmly, but he was squinting and his knees were knocking.
"Some things are worse than dying." Amos said coldly. "Avada Kedavra!" A bright green light. brightest of all the green lights Harry had seen in his dreams and seen that night at the grave yard, went striking toward Peter. Peter gave a loud whimper.
"No!" a soft voice stammered. The hall lit up with green light and you could not see. Harry felt light headed and he felt himself collapse, but never felt the floor, maybe he was falling. Images flashed before him. his mother face in his singing it looked like. his dad smiling and messing with his hair. Sirius holding a little girl on his knee bouncing her up and down then scooping up Harry and doing the same. his dad fighting Voldemort then falling onto the kitchen table lifeless. his mother hanging over his crib.seeing his family in the Mirror of Erised. visiting the Burrow for the first time. watching Cedric fall to the ground. Sirius arching gracefully and vanishing behind the veil.. it seemed like hours he was falling, but it was quick. The ground rose to meet him and he met it with a loud thump.
When Harry opened his eyes the hall was a blur, Ron, Hermione, Angel and Mr. Weasley were leaning over him. It took him a moment, but the advents in which he fell rushed back to him and he jumped to his feet. Percy Weasley, Fudge and two Ministry works were a couple yards away. "What happened?" Harry asked loudly.
Amos Diggory looked up, his arms tied behind him, a ministry worker restraining him. "I killed Maggie Pettigrew." He whispered softly.
"What?" Harry shouted in disbelief.
"It's alright Harry, she was protecting Peter. Amos didn't mean to." Angel moved over, clamping the man on the shoulders. "She was just being a parent as you were being. It'll all work out."
"Just kill me Angel." Amos hissed.
Angel smiled sadly, "So things ARE worse than death." She said softly. "Everything will work out."
"Come on Amos." The Ministry worker said nicely. It was apparent that he didn't want to drag Mr. Diggory away like a prisoner, but he was a prisoner. he killed Mrs. Pettigrew.
They walked down the hall and disappeared into the elevator. The two Ministry workers with Fudge, picked up Maggie's lifeless body and carried her away, Fudge following them. "So she saved Peter?" Hermione asked.
"Yes." Angel said sadly.
"But she said she was ashamed of Peter, that she was sorry for what he had done and that she wanted to kill him." Ron splatted out.
Everyone was quiet and looked at one another. "We all say things we don't mean. Peter was her son. She did exactly what I would do for my children, no matter what they do." Mr. Weasley said his eyes directed behind Angel. Hermione nodded and stared at her feet, Ron smiled slightly no doubt reassured that his dad would die for him and Angel smiled slightly. Harry, how ever, followed Mr. Weasley's glance. A tall, red headed boy with long, black Ministry robes on stood just in ear shot. The boy nodded, turned and walked away, his chin in his neck.
The court room was hostile. If they weren't scared of a Death Eater breaking in the room to kill them, they were mad because they couldn't leave. It seemed Angel did not weaken under presser, more so, she strengthen. With in moments of Peter's escape the Ministry was boarded up. no one could leave and no one could come. All meetings and appoints were cancelled for that day and everyone, whether you worked for the Ministry or not, was ordered to search every square inch of the place for a gray rat.
"Come on Ron. Harry." Angel said as soon as she stopped yelling at the crowd in the court room to stop whining to start looking "Hermione. we'll go to Author's office." Her eyes were almost red with anger. you could tell she was going to catch Peter if her life depended on it and she had a good right too. He took so much away from her... and more than Harry realized.
Ron grinned slightly. And he led the way out of the court room and back to the elevator. Hermione stayed close to him, fearing the rage in Angel. She swung from sweet to out of control in seconds. Harry stayed with Angel though. he wanted to find Peter too, not as much, but he sought justice for his parents. and that includes his god father. He never really realized, until he lost him, how much Sirius was like a dad to him. even if Sirius would never admit it. Harry would always turn to Sirius when he needed something and it offend Harry to wonder if he had James, would he turn to him or still to Sirius? He hated not having his parents. he wanted his mom to be in his childhood, his dad telling him the odd stories about the Marauders and just to know the fact that he had a real family behind him.
"Come on Harry." Hermione hissed. She stuck out her hand and grabbed the front of Harry's robes and drug him off the elevator right before it closed. Harry had drifted off into space without realizing it. They ran to catch up with Ron and Angel.
They met Mr. Weasleys exiting his office. "Hello Angel, I just heard about what happened, I was going to see.." He stopped mid sentence and stared at Ron. "What the blazes are you doing here?"
"Err. hi dad." Ron stammered. Harry and Hermione approached then.
"And you two.. Angel, what is the meaning of this?" Mr. Weasleys yelled trying to act mad but he was smiling.
"They came to help with the hearing. it went very well. Wormtail was sentenced to life in Azkaban and couple more year in there and death. Only problem is when can't find him." Angel said sadly. "I would get them out. but it's better if the Ministry is shut down so he can't get away." Angel continued.
"Dumbledore will be in the right state when he finds out you brought Harry along." Mr. Weasley said, now serious.
"Harry is 16; he is old enough to decide what he wants to do and not to do. Dumbledore thinks him glass, but he's proven he doesn't break that easily. It will be fine." Angel snapped back. "I'll stay with all three of them till this affair is over, and if you give me a row about my decision, which I stand by as the right one, I'll find somewhere else to stay."
Mr. Weasley's eyes bugged out. and he nodded, quickly leaving them. "How do you bloody do that?" Ron started. "You have everyone right under your finger tips; I bet if you wanted him to jump he would at a word." Ron sniggered.
"People skills," Angel said with a smile.
Hermione giggled and sat down on the floor, leaning against the desk. "Where do you think he is?" She said with a sigh.
"Knowing him, he's probably hiding out, even he isn't dumb enough to go running around while we're searching, he'll probably hide for a day or two and then leave." Angel replied.
"Are we going to be down here for a day or two then?" Harry sighed.
"I hope not, Molly will be out raged!" Angel grinned.
"Why?" Harry said.
"Can't tell you." Ron, Hermione and Angel said together, ending it with a laugh.
There was a knock on the door and a man pushed the door open. "Angel," The figure said in a soft undertone. "Thank you," Angel walked to the door and took the man's hand and led him into the office, pulling Mr. Weasley's chair out for him. "I owe you so much." The said man gauntly.
"There is no need to be thanking me Mr. Diggory. I had my own reasons for catching Pettigrew. knowing I was helping a friend heal was a plus." Angel said kindly, handing the man a cup of coffee she made appear in thin air.
"No. you don't understand. it means so much to us. when Rachel told me." Mr. Diggory broke down into tears.
"Amos, it'll be okay. Cedric died for noble reasons. he doesn't have to live though all that's going on now and he doesn't have to see anyone he loves hurt. That's what would have really hurt him, you told me yourself. he cared about other people. And I bet he rather you be proud of him for what he achieve than crying over him." Angel said softly, patting his back.
"But I am proud of him. I just. he was just.." Amos Diggory broke down into choking sobs. "he was my best friend. he was more of a son than I ever dreamed of." Amos hic-cupped and wiped his eyes. "Thank you so much for catching Pettigrew. just knowing who did it. and knowing he is being blamed makes everything so much more easier."
"I know. I know." Angel soothed.
"And the worst of it is. I know I shouldn't think that." Mr. Diggory went into another fit of tears. "I sometimes wish Potter would have died instead of him. why did my Cedric have to die?" Amos went into another outrage and he started choking on tears.
"I wish I did too." Harry said, as he stood up. "I wish I had died instead of Cedric, I wish I would have taken the cup and gone by myself. I wish I had died when my parents did or when Sirius did. even when Cedric did." Harry screamed.
Amos stopped crying and looked up. his eyes bugged out and he stared at Harry as though it was for the first time. "Harry, I didn't know you were. I mean. I didn't."
"You didn't want Cedric to die. you wanted me to die. say it!" Harry yelled. "I've slipped out of death's finger tips too many times. Yes, I should be dead and why I'm not is woe to me!"
Harry stomped out of the office and slammed the door behind him. He hit his fist against the wall and sank down, leaning again it. He had always wanted to die, he didn't want to care, and he didn't want to hang on. His life had been, is and will for ever be a thread that frays with each passing day. And, he tells himself to hang onto it. even when he wants to let go. Why did his parents have to die? Why did Cedric have to go first? Why Sirius? They hadn't wanted to die as much as he did. and they still went first. Still, he told himself this wasn't true. he told himself that it was just the guilt and the unfairness that they should die and he should live. it was his remorse telling him he should have died all those times. but hearing someone else accuse him of living when he should have gone. it hurt and it touched that spot in him that made him brake down. Harry threaded his hand through his hair, holding his head and he rocked back and forth, trying to restrain his tears.
Angel was inside talking sweetly to Mr. Diggory and reassuring him, and as oddly as he felt, Harry was thrilled when she told Hermione and Ron to let his be alone for a while. Angel understood. So Harry sat there in the-so-he-thought empty hall way, rocking himself calm.
"Are you okay Harry?" said a shaking voice.
Harry looked up to see the red faced Mrs. Pettigrew. He shrugged.
"I am so sorry about this whole affair." She started, taking a seat on the floor next to him. "He was never like this before. He loved your father when he was in school. He would go on and on about how great James was at this and how wonderful James was at that, he would rarely talk about anything else." Mrs. Pettigrew smiled slightly, wiping her eyes. "He was such a shy boy, he probably wouldn't have any friends at all if those three boys wouldn't have taken him under their wings, he was like the faithful side kick. the tag along." She shook her head. "I would have never thought he would turn James over so easily." She gave a choking gag.
"It's not your fault." Harry whispered.
"But it is. it is. I should have known. I." She covered her mouth with a hanky, "I should have known my own son enough to know." a tear trailed down her cheek, "to know what he was capable of doing."
"It was his choice, not yours." Harry said softly.
"I'm so ashamed of what he." but her sentence was interrupted.
Harry jumped up. Mrs. Pettigrew was levitated in mid air, her mouth in a sickening awe. "Mrs. Pettigrew?" Harry gasped.
She silently screamed and her limbs fought the air around her. "Mrs. Pettigrew." Harry gasped again. He froze. He had no idea what was happening, let alone what to do. He made a jump for her and caught her foot. Easily, he drug her back to the ground with a loud thump. Movement was heard in the office behind him and before he turned around, Amos Diggory and Angel was beside him, kneeing over Mrs. Pettigrew's limp body.
"Oh my word!" Angel cried softly, as she touched Mrs. Pettigrew's hand. "Maggie, are you okay?" Angel moved her hand to her face and brushed stray hairs out of the way. It was odd, but all the hate Angel held for this women's son, she was still human enough to care.
"Harry, what happened?" Mr. Diggory sput out, half scared of even talking to him.
"I don't know, I saw talking to her and." Harry started.
"She started flying." Came a teasing voice behind him. Harry turned around to look at who was speaking. It was a high pitched voice that squeaked his s's. When he turned, he found not only the person who spoke but a wand in his face. "The old bat finally flew." The man said hatefully.
"Pettigrew," Amos Diggory said with loath. He stood and stared.
"Don't move, either of you. it would be a shame for Harry to die because you have ants in you pants." Wormtail threw his head back and laughed.
"Peter, let him go. NOW!" Angel said firmly.
"Are you crazy? What would my Lord do if I let Harry Potter go so willingly?" Peter replied as through it was common knowledge and care.
"What would your "Lord" have done if Harry had not saved your life?" Angel said unsympathetically.
"That was his bad judgment." Peter splat, now looking into Harry's eyes. His face cracked into a smile. Harry felt ashamed. he had made the wrong decision. Sirius would have been a free man all those years. Voldemort would not be back. and he would not be in this position right now, if he was only let Remus and Sirius kill this man three years ago.
Angel grew red now, Harry could see through the corner of his eye. "What about our agreement Peter?"
"Screw the agreement." Peter shouted.
"Peter. you know you can't do that." Angel said sweetly now. With in a split second and before Harry and Peter even knew what she was doing, she kicked in Harry's legs and force him to the floor, away from Peter's wand. Then she put her wand in Peter's face. "Drop your wand now."
"What about our agreement Seri?" Peter mocked while he cocked his head back and forth.
"Screw the agreement." Angel sneered. Harry scrambled out for between them and moved closer to Mrs. Pettigrew and Mr. Diggory, who, was about to rip Peter to sheds with his eyes.
"Allow me Angel." Amos sneered. Angel snatched Peter's wand and returned to Harry's side, gripping his shoulders. Amos smiled. "I've waited a year for this Pettigrew. you took my life away from me and left me to watch it fall."
"You're lucky I didn't kill you." Peter said firmly, but he was squinting and his knees were knocking.
"Some things are worse than dying." Amos said coldly. "Avada Kedavra!" A bright green light. brightest of all the green lights Harry had seen in his dreams and seen that night at the grave yard, went striking toward Peter. Peter gave a loud whimper.
"No!" a soft voice stammered. The hall lit up with green light and you could not see. Harry felt light headed and he felt himself collapse, but never felt the floor, maybe he was falling. Images flashed before him. his mother face in his singing it looked like. his dad smiling and messing with his hair. Sirius holding a little girl on his knee bouncing her up and down then scooping up Harry and doing the same. his dad fighting Voldemort then falling onto the kitchen table lifeless. his mother hanging over his crib.seeing his family in the Mirror of Erised. visiting the Burrow for the first time. watching Cedric fall to the ground. Sirius arching gracefully and vanishing behind the veil.. it seemed like hours he was falling, but it was quick. The ground rose to meet him and he met it with a loud thump.
When Harry opened his eyes the hall was a blur, Ron, Hermione, Angel and Mr. Weasley were leaning over him. It took him a moment, but the advents in which he fell rushed back to him and he jumped to his feet. Percy Weasley, Fudge and two Ministry works were a couple yards away. "What happened?" Harry asked loudly.
Amos Diggory looked up, his arms tied behind him, a ministry worker restraining him. "I killed Maggie Pettigrew." He whispered softly.
"What?" Harry shouted in disbelief.
"It's alright Harry, she was protecting Peter. Amos didn't mean to." Angel moved over, clamping the man on the shoulders. "She was just being a parent as you were being. It'll all work out."
"Just kill me Angel." Amos hissed.
Angel smiled sadly, "So things ARE worse than death." She said softly. "Everything will work out."
"Come on Amos." The Ministry worker said nicely. It was apparent that he didn't want to drag Mr. Diggory away like a prisoner, but he was a prisoner. he killed Mrs. Pettigrew.
They walked down the hall and disappeared into the elevator. The two Ministry workers with Fudge, picked up Maggie's lifeless body and carried her away, Fudge following them. "So she saved Peter?" Hermione asked.
"Yes." Angel said sadly.
"But she said she was ashamed of Peter, that she was sorry for what he had done and that she wanted to kill him." Ron splatted out.
Everyone was quiet and looked at one another. "We all say things we don't mean. Peter was her son. She did exactly what I would do for my children, no matter what they do." Mr. Weasley said his eyes directed behind Angel. Hermione nodded and stared at her feet, Ron smiled slightly no doubt reassured that his dad would die for him and Angel smiled slightly. Harry, how ever, followed Mr. Weasley's glance. A tall, red headed boy with long, black Ministry robes on stood just in ear shot. The boy nodded, turned and walked away, his chin in his neck.