Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- Chapter 36
Harry woke late the next morning. He glanced around his bed and had an urge to make sure that everyone else was okay. Harry pulled himself to the side of the bed, but found he couldn't reach the curtains from there. He climbed down and opened the curtains, but found that everyone else had their curtains drawn too.
"Mr. Potter, get back into bed!" Just as Mme Pomfrey noticed him another person drew their curtains. Harry smiled when he saw the familiar freckle- faced, red-haired friend of his.
"Mr. Weasley, you too!" She threw her hands in the air when Sirius emerged from behind his sheets.
"Oh fine. Draw your curtains, but get back into bed." She ordered. They all knew that it was wise to obey Mme Pomfrey and did as she asked. Harry glanced over to Hermione's bed and wondered if she was awake yet. As though to answer his question Hermione's sweet voice called out to Mme Pomfrey to please draw her curtains too. Mme Pomfrey did so reluctantly. Harry sat looking at his friends and godfather. No one spoke. Harry realised just then, how very lucky they were that none of them had been killed. None except Professor Lupin. Harry's eyes met Ron's again and Harry saw the emptiness shining in his eyes.
As they ate breakfast the door to the Infirmary flew open. The Minister Rockman stood in the doorway with Professor's Dumbledore, McGonagall and Mrs Figg behind him.
"Good morning." He said pleasantly. Harry and Ron greeted the kind Minister, but Sirius just picked at the bread roll on his tray and Hermione studied the ceiling.
"We will be needing you each to give an account of what happened last night. We interrogated the boy last night and we have some information that I think you need to hear, Harry. We have the boy here still and will be questioning him again. You all will be allowed to be present when we do so as you were involved in his plans too. If you could all come in fifteen minutes we will begin the questioning." The Minister got no answer and Harry suddenly felt his appetite disappear. Hermione didn't react at all to the news, she just continued memorising the ceiling, leaving her breakfast untouched. Harry realised just then, what sort of memories seeing Remus' dead body had stirred up for his friend.
* * *
Fifteen minutes later the foursome entered Dumbledore's office. They were surprised to see their Potions teacher in the room with Dumbledore, the Minister and Arabella. Snape was pale, thin and silent. His eyes held the haunted look that Sirius had just banished from his gaze. Sirius hesitated as he looked at Snape then moved to sit down next to Arabella. Ron, Harry and Hermione followed suit. Hermione put her crutches to the side. She was supposed to stay off her ankle for a full 24 hours for the potion to work properly.
"Now then, who would like to begin?" Dumbledore looked over the group.
* * *
For the next hour Harry recounted what had been happening since school started. The voices, the orb. Sirius interrupted a few times with questions on why Harry didn't tell him. By the time it came to when they entered the room with Remus and Sirius, Hermione and Ron had joined in Harry's account of the past year. They all told the Minister and Headmaster what had happened on that hill. Finally the four fell silent, their story told.
"I see." Dumbledore said quietly. He turned to the boy, "Your turn." The boy scowled up at Dumbledore. Arabella stepped forward holding a swirling liquid in a vial. Dumbledore presented it to the boy who snapped his jaws shut. The Minister sighed.
"Allow me, Albus." The Minister took out his wand and stunned the boy so he could pour the liquid down his throat.
"Enervate." He flicked his wand at the boy who woke up, looking like he was still in a dream.
"You had better pay attention, Severus." The Minister said pacing over to Snape and smiling kindly at him. Turning back to the boy he began.
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen." The boy answered right away.
"And," the Minister paused, "What is your name?" The boy hesitated too for a moment.
"Nemesis Snape."
Harry woke late the next morning. He glanced around his bed and had an urge to make sure that everyone else was okay. Harry pulled himself to the side of the bed, but found he couldn't reach the curtains from there. He climbed down and opened the curtains, but found that everyone else had their curtains drawn too.
"Mr. Potter, get back into bed!" Just as Mme Pomfrey noticed him another person drew their curtains. Harry smiled when he saw the familiar freckle- faced, red-haired friend of his.
"Mr. Weasley, you too!" She threw her hands in the air when Sirius emerged from behind his sheets.
"Oh fine. Draw your curtains, but get back into bed." She ordered. They all knew that it was wise to obey Mme Pomfrey and did as she asked. Harry glanced over to Hermione's bed and wondered if she was awake yet. As though to answer his question Hermione's sweet voice called out to Mme Pomfrey to please draw her curtains too. Mme Pomfrey did so reluctantly. Harry sat looking at his friends and godfather. No one spoke. Harry realised just then, how very lucky they were that none of them had been killed. None except Professor Lupin. Harry's eyes met Ron's again and Harry saw the emptiness shining in his eyes.
As they ate breakfast the door to the Infirmary flew open. The Minister Rockman stood in the doorway with Professor's Dumbledore, McGonagall and Mrs Figg behind him.
"Good morning." He said pleasantly. Harry and Ron greeted the kind Minister, but Sirius just picked at the bread roll on his tray and Hermione studied the ceiling.
"We will be needing you each to give an account of what happened last night. We interrogated the boy last night and we have some information that I think you need to hear, Harry. We have the boy here still and will be questioning him again. You all will be allowed to be present when we do so as you were involved in his plans too. If you could all come in fifteen minutes we will begin the questioning." The Minister got no answer and Harry suddenly felt his appetite disappear. Hermione didn't react at all to the news, she just continued memorising the ceiling, leaving her breakfast untouched. Harry realised just then, what sort of memories seeing Remus' dead body had stirred up for his friend.
* * *
Fifteen minutes later the foursome entered Dumbledore's office. They were surprised to see their Potions teacher in the room with Dumbledore, the Minister and Arabella. Snape was pale, thin and silent. His eyes held the haunted look that Sirius had just banished from his gaze. Sirius hesitated as he looked at Snape then moved to sit down next to Arabella. Ron, Harry and Hermione followed suit. Hermione put her crutches to the side. She was supposed to stay off her ankle for a full 24 hours for the potion to work properly.
"Now then, who would like to begin?" Dumbledore looked over the group.
* * *
For the next hour Harry recounted what had been happening since school started. The voices, the orb. Sirius interrupted a few times with questions on why Harry didn't tell him. By the time it came to when they entered the room with Remus and Sirius, Hermione and Ron had joined in Harry's account of the past year. They all told the Minister and Headmaster what had happened on that hill. Finally the four fell silent, their story told.
"I see." Dumbledore said quietly. He turned to the boy, "Your turn." The boy scowled up at Dumbledore. Arabella stepped forward holding a swirling liquid in a vial. Dumbledore presented it to the boy who snapped his jaws shut. The Minister sighed.
"Allow me, Albus." The Minister took out his wand and stunned the boy so he could pour the liquid down his throat.
"Enervate." He flicked his wand at the boy who woke up, looking like he was still in a dream.
"You had better pay attention, Severus." The Minister said pacing over to Snape and smiling kindly at him. Turning back to the boy he began.
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen." The boy answered right away.
"And," the Minister paused, "What is your name?" The boy hesitated too for a moment.
"Nemesis Snape."