There was no cheering or booming as the chains released Harry. They were
still trying to process the events of the trial. However, at Harry's
sudden movement, there was an eruption of noise. Cameras flashed and
questions were flaring at him from every direction. He ignored them all
including his own friends as he made his way to the head auror.
"I believe that you have my wand," he said holding out his hand for it.
"Of course," the auror said. ""It's a rather interesting wand. One made for a wide range of skills." He handed the wand over.
Harry nodded at him as he turned to find the exit. In his haste and crowdedness of the room, Harry banged into a girl around his age. He mumbled an apology as he continued on his way, and the girl glared at his back. She watched as Harry left the courtroom. The girl went over to Dumbledore.
"Uncle, is he going to be alright? I don't think that he should be left alone. He doesn't look sane," she said in a sympathetic voice.
"I'll go over to talk to him," Dumbledore said quietly as he stared at the door. "Oh, and Sam, your father is waiting for you out in the hall."
"Okay. Bye." She gave her uncle a peck on the on the cheek and went off. Sam Snape was a pale girl with raven black hair. She was petite and there was a stubbornness that shone in her dark eyes. Many would say that she was beautiful.
"How was the trial?" came a familiar voice that sounded as cold as ever. It was Professor Severus Snape talking to his daughter.
"Oh, it was alright. Fudge put Harry under a truth spell. He talked about everything that happened in the Department of Mysteries, and about what happened to Sirius Black. Why what's up dad?" she asked. She noticed that Snape's face was now turning slightly red.
"They dismissed the case?" he asked though gritted teeth.
"Yeah. Mrs. Bone's and the rest of the court were very annoyed and Harry was angry at what Fudge said about Sirius."
"Where is the Head Master?" Snape asked looking angrier than ever. "SAM!" he screamed.
"He... he was over there a few minutes ago," she said pointing to the spot where she was talking with her uncle last. She paused. "Dad, what's wrong?" she asked. She looked at her father with a worried expression. She had never seen him like this before. "Dad?"
Snape looked at his daughter. "Look for your uncle. I want you home at 5:00 pm. Is that clear?" he said.
"Yes sir," Sam said to her father. She was still looking at him puzzled. Snape started to leave. "Dad, where are you going?"
"I'm going to speak with the minister," he said without looking back. He stomped away.
Harry was walking as fast as he could. He couldn't face seeing Hermione and Ron at the moment. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted to drain all of his thoughts about Sirius, his parents, Voldemort and most of all, about Dumbledore. Just as he was about to open the door to catch the elevator, he heard someone behind him calling his name.
"Harry, can we talk a moment?" It was Dumbledore. He wanted to make sure that Harry was all right.
"What do you want?" Harry said with a hint of cold resistance in his voice. "Can't anyone leave me alone?"
"Harry I wanted to know if you are alright. You... you really don't look well today," said Dumbledore kindly. He was looking at Harry with those sympathetic blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses.
"How would you feel after spending the night in a prison where your godfather had spent the last twelve years of his life locked up from the world? How would you feel if your head pounded every time Voldemort killed someone?" Harry said in a rage. Dumbledore stared at him. "Well?" Dumbledore kept quiet.
"It is true Harry, I would not know the way you are feeling at the moment," Dumbledore said quietly. "However, I would like to help."
"Look," Harry shot back at him. "I don't need you to look after my every move I make. I'm not a bloody baby. I'm sixteen years old," he said with rage. "You know, every time I was in trouble, you always got me out of it. I trusted you," he yelled out. "But you know what, I don't need you," he bellowed out. "I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING CHARITY. SO BACK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE." Harry felt hatred towards Dumbledore. He wanted, with all his might to do something, but thought better of it.
"Harry please, let me explain," Dumbledore said quietly.
"NO!" He suddenly found himself with his wand in his hand pointing it directly in Dumbledore's face. "I killed Sirius and I'm not afraid to kill again. Everyone is afraid of you, but I'm not," he said in a quiet voice. Harry felt something poke him in the back of his head.
"Over my dead body will you harm a hair on his head," said the voice behind him. "Drop it."
Harry dropped his wand and turned around. It was Samantha Snape holding her wand out that way now in front of Harry's face. "I don't care who you are! Don't you ever talk to him that way again, do you understand me? EVER!" she said warningly.
"Who are you, his secret agent?" Harry said in an evil tone.
"No," she said coldly. "I'm his niece." At that, Harry backed off and said no more. Sam lowered her wand and walked over to Dumbledore. "Are you okay uncle?"
"Quite alright Sam, quite alright," he said pleasantly as if nothing had happened.
"You never told me that you had a niece," Harry said rather shockingly.
"That's because all you do is yell at him!" Sam said rather annoyed. "Maybe if you learn some manners..." but at that moment, she was cut off. Snape appeared.
"I see they let you off the hook again Potter," said Snape coldly. Harry hated Snape with a passion. Ever since Harry entered Hogwarts, Snape had it out for him.
"I see they let you back in school. What a shame," Harry said smartly.
"Sam, I see you met our famous Harry Potter," said Snape grinning maliciously.
"Yeah dad," she said walking over to her father. "I have."
Harry's eyed had grown wide. He was suddenly very confused. Snape have a daughter? Dumbledore a niece? Who in their right mind, Harry thought, would want to marry Snape? Who would want to even be seen with him in public? Suddenly aggravated, Harry left.
"You know what dad," Sam said loudly so that Harry could hear. "You were right about him. Everything you said was right."
Harry was so confused when he finally entered the elevator. If Snape had a daughter, and Dumbledore a niece, why had he not seen her in school before? With this in mind, the elevator doors were open and he entered the main lobby. He walked past the large fountain where he had last encountered Voldemort. He was walked past it quickly but was soon stopped by Mr. Weasely, Ron's father.
"Harry," Mr. Weasley said as he pulled Harry aside. "I know that you are not happy about the way things are, but..." he said as though he was carefully choosing the correct words to say. "If you want to stay with us, until school starts up again of course, we wouldn't mind."
Though Harry wanted to be alone, he couldn't say no to Mr. Weasley's offer. The Weasley's have always been there to help him. It wouldn't be right to say no, he thought.
"Yeah, sure, why not," he said with a little enthusiasm. Harry and Mr. Weasley entered the phone booth together and went up to the muggle world.
Harry followed Mr. Weasley carefully. Mr. Weasley suddenly stopped. This made Harry wonder. What was he waiting for? He thought. Just then, a car appeared in front of them out of thin air. They walked over towards it. It was a bright red convertible that looked like it needed a new paint job.
"Nice can," he mumbled sarcastically as he jumped over the side and into the back seat. Mr. Weasley entered the car. Unlike Harry, he used the door. When they were in the car, it suddenly lifted back off the ground and into the crowd.
"I trust your wand's still in good condition?" the driver asked and Harry looked up to see the head auror. "I'm Matt Parker by the way."
"You knew my father?" Harry asked as he remembered their conversation the night before.
Matt grinned. "I knew them alright," he said fondly. "He was wild. The only person that could keep him in check was your mother, but not even she could do it all the time. There were a lot of times when she wanted to kill both him and Sirius."
"You knew Sirius too," Harry asked as he listened intently to some of the only information he heard about is parents.
"Harry if you knew your father, you knew Sirius too. They did everything together," Mr. Weasley answered from the front seat. "When I was head boy, putting them in detention alone was just a nightmare. Those mirrors of theirs drove me nuts."
Harry remembered the mirrors. If he had been smart enough to use them, then Sirius would still be alive. That thought sent him into a moody silence. Matt and Mr. Weasley exchanged glances but were soon in a light conversation. An hour into the drive, the conversation ceased. They finally arrived at Grimmauld Place.
"I believe that you have my wand," he said holding out his hand for it.
"Of course," the auror said. ""It's a rather interesting wand. One made for a wide range of skills." He handed the wand over.
Harry nodded at him as he turned to find the exit. In his haste and crowdedness of the room, Harry banged into a girl around his age. He mumbled an apology as he continued on his way, and the girl glared at his back. She watched as Harry left the courtroom. The girl went over to Dumbledore.
"Uncle, is he going to be alright? I don't think that he should be left alone. He doesn't look sane," she said in a sympathetic voice.
"I'll go over to talk to him," Dumbledore said quietly as he stared at the door. "Oh, and Sam, your father is waiting for you out in the hall."
"Okay. Bye." She gave her uncle a peck on the on the cheek and went off. Sam Snape was a pale girl with raven black hair. She was petite and there was a stubbornness that shone in her dark eyes. Many would say that she was beautiful.
"How was the trial?" came a familiar voice that sounded as cold as ever. It was Professor Severus Snape talking to his daughter.
"Oh, it was alright. Fudge put Harry under a truth spell. He talked about everything that happened in the Department of Mysteries, and about what happened to Sirius Black. Why what's up dad?" she asked. She noticed that Snape's face was now turning slightly red.
"They dismissed the case?" he asked though gritted teeth.
"Yeah. Mrs. Bone's and the rest of the court were very annoyed and Harry was angry at what Fudge said about Sirius."
"Where is the Head Master?" Snape asked looking angrier than ever. "SAM!" he screamed.
"He... he was over there a few minutes ago," she said pointing to the spot where she was talking with her uncle last. She paused. "Dad, what's wrong?" she asked. She looked at her father with a worried expression. She had never seen him like this before. "Dad?"
Snape looked at his daughter. "Look for your uncle. I want you home at 5:00 pm. Is that clear?" he said.
"Yes sir," Sam said to her father. She was still looking at him puzzled. Snape started to leave. "Dad, where are you going?"
"I'm going to speak with the minister," he said without looking back. He stomped away.
Harry was walking as fast as he could. He couldn't face seeing Hermione and Ron at the moment. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted to drain all of his thoughts about Sirius, his parents, Voldemort and most of all, about Dumbledore. Just as he was about to open the door to catch the elevator, he heard someone behind him calling his name.
"Harry, can we talk a moment?" It was Dumbledore. He wanted to make sure that Harry was all right.
"What do you want?" Harry said with a hint of cold resistance in his voice. "Can't anyone leave me alone?"
"Harry I wanted to know if you are alright. You... you really don't look well today," said Dumbledore kindly. He was looking at Harry with those sympathetic blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses.
"How would you feel after spending the night in a prison where your godfather had spent the last twelve years of his life locked up from the world? How would you feel if your head pounded every time Voldemort killed someone?" Harry said in a rage. Dumbledore stared at him. "Well?" Dumbledore kept quiet.
"It is true Harry, I would not know the way you are feeling at the moment," Dumbledore said quietly. "However, I would like to help."
"Look," Harry shot back at him. "I don't need you to look after my every move I make. I'm not a bloody baby. I'm sixteen years old," he said with rage. "You know, every time I was in trouble, you always got me out of it. I trusted you," he yelled out. "But you know what, I don't need you," he bellowed out. "I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING CHARITY. SO BACK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE." Harry felt hatred towards Dumbledore. He wanted, with all his might to do something, but thought better of it.
"Harry please, let me explain," Dumbledore said quietly.
"NO!" He suddenly found himself with his wand in his hand pointing it directly in Dumbledore's face. "I killed Sirius and I'm not afraid to kill again. Everyone is afraid of you, but I'm not," he said in a quiet voice. Harry felt something poke him in the back of his head.
"Over my dead body will you harm a hair on his head," said the voice behind him. "Drop it."
Harry dropped his wand and turned around. It was Samantha Snape holding her wand out that way now in front of Harry's face. "I don't care who you are! Don't you ever talk to him that way again, do you understand me? EVER!" she said warningly.
"Who are you, his secret agent?" Harry said in an evil tone.
"No," she said coldly. "I'm his niece." At that, Harry backed off and said no more. Sam lowered her wand and walked over to Dumbledore. "Are you okay uncle?"
"Quite alright Sam, quite alright," he said pleasantly as if nothing had happened.
"You never told me that you had a niece," Harry said rather shockingly.
"That's because all you do is yell at him!" Sam said rather annoyed. "Maybe if you learn some manners..." but at that moment, she was cut off. Snape appeared.
"I see they let you off the hook again Potter," said Snape coldly. Harry hated Snape with a passion. Ever since Harry entered Hogwarts, Snape had it out for him.
"I see they let you back in school. What a shame," Harry said smartly.
"Sam, I see you met our famous Harry Potter," said Snape grinning maliciously.
"Yeah dad," she said walking over to her father. "I have."
Harry's eyed had grown wide. He was suddenly very confused. Snape have a daughter? Dumbledore a niece? Who in their right mind, Harry thought, would want to marry Snape? Who would want to even be seen with him in public? Suddenly aggravated, Harry left.
"You know what dad," Sam said loudly so that Harry could hear. "You were right about him. Everything you said was right."
Harry was so confused when he finally entered the elevator. If Snape had a daughter, and Dumbledore a niece, why had he not seen her in school before? With this in mind, the elevator doors were open and he entered the main lobby. He walked past the large fountain where he had last encountered Voldemort. He was walked past it quickly but was soon stopped by Mr. Weasely, Ron's father.
"Harry," Mr. Weasley said as he pulled Harry aside. "I know that you are not happy about the way things are, but..." he said as though he was carefully choosing the correct words to say. "If you want to stay with us, until school starts up again of course, we wouldn't mind."
Though Harry wanted to be alone, he couldn't say no to Mr. Weasley's offer. The Weasley's have always been there to help him. It wouldn't be right to say no, he thought.
"Yeah, sure, why not," he said with a little enthusiasm. Harry and Mr. Weasley entered the phone booth together and went up to the muggle world.
Harry followed Mr. Weasley carefully. Mr. Weasley suddenly stopped. This made Harry wonder. What was he waiting for? He thought. Just then, a car appeared in front of them out of thin air. They walked over towards it. It was a bright red convertible that looked like it needed a new paint job.
"Nice can," he mumbled sarcastically as he jumped over the side and into the back seat. Mr. Weasley entered the car. Unlike Harry, he used the door. When they were in the car, it suddenly lifted back off the ground and into the crowd.
"I trust your wand's still in good condition?" the driver asked and Harry looked up to see the head auror. "I'm Matt Parker by the way."
"You knew my father?" Harry asked as he remembered their conversation the night before.
Matt grinned. "I knew them alright," he said fondly. "He was wild. The only person that could keep him in check was your mother, but not even she could do it all the time. There were a lot of times when she wanted to kill both him and Sirius."
"You knew Sirius too," Harry asked as he listened intently to some of the only information he heard about is parents.
"Harry if you knew your father, you knew Sirius too. They did everything together," Mr. Weasley answered from the front seat. "When I was head boy, putting them in detention alone was just a nightmare. Those mirrors of theirs drove me nuts."
Harry remembered the mirrors. If he had been smart enough to use them, then Sirius would still be alive. That thought sent him into a moody silence. Matt and Mr. Weasley exchanged glances but were soon in a light conversation. An hour into the drive, the conversation ceased. They finally arrived at Grimmauld Place.
