On Thursday morning at 9:00 AM, Harry found himself once again outside the office of the Director of Magical Law Enforcement. This time, he wasn't nervous.
"Mr. Potter is here to see you, Director."
"Thank you, Percy. Show him in. That will be all. Please close the door."
"Mr. Potter, please come in."
"Good morning, Director Bones."
"I asked you to come here today for two reasons. First, Mundungus Fletcher left a copy of his memory of the attack with me. He couldn't identify the attacker. I was hoping that you could."
She showed him Fletcher's memory in her Solicitor's pensive. Mundungus had just bent over to pick up a case of cognac and turned around. There was Peter Pettigrew pointing a wand at Mundungus. "Avada Kedavra." He turned to walk off as the curse hit the case, apparently not knowing or caring if he had been successful.
"I've met him several times. That definitely was Peter Pettigrew. Notice his hand."
They looked at the memory a second time. As they did, Harry commented that Pettigrew's hand was metal and that the wand he used was very similar to the one found in the back garden. He offered to show her his memory of the attack. Amelia mentioned that he was under no obligation to do so if he didn't want to.
He replied, "I don't mind."
He went through the memory with her, narrating, "Notice that he only had one wand in his hand when I stunned him…Watch him when Hermione and I stand up to stun Draco. There's still one wand on the ground… Now watch when we stand up the third time, there's the extra wand."
Amelia thanked Harry and asked if he would like coffee or tea. He accepted. She poured them both a tea, handed him his, and sat down again. "Harry based on what you have told and shown me, there would be justification to believe that the third wand belonged to Peter Pettigrew, and almost certainly did not belong to Severus Snape. Would you agree?"
"Yes ma'am." He sat for a moment and continued. "A different question is that of intent. Professor Dumbledore has tried to lead me to the conclusion that Severus was not involved in the attack, and is virtually blameless."
Bones replied, "I have no evidence of that."
"Director Bones, if you are, in fact, asking my opinion, I would point to the fact that Snape was there. He was there the same as Voldemort's other soldiers. For some it may have been their first battle, not so for others. Draco would have killed Hermione given the chance. They came to Dan and Emma's home with one thing in mind – to torture and kill Hermione and then her parents. The fact that several others and I were there to stop them doesn't change their intent. I believe that I would have been within the terms of the license that you gave me to cast a Reducto or Percutto spell at Snape, based on the belief that they had threatened our lives. If he had died, so be it. He chose to go to a battle. When I faced him, he wasn't in the process of stunning Malfoy. I'm sorry but I do not agree with Professor Dumbledore on this. I'm not trying to change your viewpoint on this Director Bones, only explain mine."
Amelia looked at Harry for a moment, slightly surprised that he wasn't parroting Dumbledore's position. "Thank you for your candidness, Mr. Potter. I think you needed to say what you had to say, even if only to me. I don't disagree with you. If you choose to testify against Severus Snape, he will most likely go to Azkaban, and it is doubtful that anything that anyone else might say would change that outcome. No one would ever blame you. No one would dispute your word. It would be a fair sentence. If you choose not to testify against him, and get the Grangers to agree, he will almost certainly go to a muggle prison for up to ten years based on the evidence. If he goes there, it is possible that he could enter a work release program, and perform a useful wizarding community service during part of the day, then be returned to his cell each evening. You do not need to give me your decision now, but once you do, it will be considered final. I would like to know your decision by noon tomorrow if possible.
She continued, "Harry, I want you to remember that neither you, Hermione, her parents, nor their friend did anything wrong to deserve to be attacked. You defended yourselves the best that you knew how, and due to your efforts, your friends are alive. Snape knew what he was doing was wrong. It is likely that he has, at least attended raids in the past, and never came here to confess his crimes. The only difference this time was that he was caught. You did well, and I thank you."
Harry nodded, and said that he would talk it over with the Grangers that evening.
… - …
Harry purchased a few more robes at Madam Malkin's for his new position. He had not told anyone about it yet. Remus and Hermione met up with Harry at noon at the Leaky Cauldron, and had lunch in Muggle London. They asked Remus to take them to Grimmauld place, so they could get some books from their library. Within a half hour, they were there.
The library was fantastic for it's size. There were 1,500 or so volumes in it, but not many ordinary books – mostly first editions, rare books, hand written manuscripts, some darker books than what would be found on the shelves at Hogwarts , largely on charms, transfiguration, potions, and fighting techniques. Harry and Hermione both thought that at least two thirds of the books would be useful. Hermione commented that she had seen very few of these books in Flourish and Blotts. Harry helped his girlfriend down from the library ladder, and gave her a hug. The Black Library truly was the jewel of the estate.
"So Romeo, how was your visit with Professor McGonagall yesterday?" Hermione asked, when Harry had finished "helping her down" from the ladder.
"You'll never believe it," Harry said with a wicked glint in his eyes.
"What happened?"
"They offered me a teaching assistant position, teaching the practical portion of DADA!"
"I do believe it. That's fantastic!" She hugged him again. "Will you have enough time for your other classes?"
"They want me to take some different classes – Defense against Voldemort, Healing – Auror prep sorts of things. What classes are you signing up for?"
"I want to take Arithmancy, Runes, Potions, Transfiguration, DADA, Astronomy, and Healing."
Harry asked, "Have you ever thought about what you would like to do after school?"
"I think more schooling, and either a position in healing, research, or teaching. I don't think I would be comfortable being an Auror."
"Have you talked about Wizarding careers with your parents?"
She replied looking Harry in the eyes, "In general terms. They can equate a healer with being a Doctor, potions with chemist, that sort of thing." She knew that Harry was missing having a mum and dad of his own right now. "What does Ron talk about doing?"
"What else? Being an Auror or playing Quidditch with the Chudley Cannons."
"What about you, Harry?" She held both of his hands on her knees.
"I want to stay alive to graduate, enjoy my days and grow old with the right someone. The world needs a few more little Potters, and I need to kill Voldemort before that could happen. I think I could make a difference at Hogwarts. I'll need a lot of training and a lot of luck to get there."
"Let's get started." They searched through the library and placed about a hundred volumes in five boxes that Remus had conjured. He had left them be while he checked on one of the rooms in the cellar.
They started taking the boxes out to the car. As Harry went in for the last box, Remus told Hermione that Tim from the Black Dog would be happy to let out the pub for an evening.
Harry had locked the door and put the last box in the boot of the car. They drove Hermione back to her home, parked the car, and carried the boxes past the stairway door and closed the door. Then Harry levitated the boxes up the stairs, and put the books on his nearly empty bookshelves. Remus commented that they had picked up a lot of books to be considered "extra summer reading."
As usual, Harry made the dinner, and Remus did the dishes. Harry hadn't mentioned Dumbledore's offer yet.
Harry had invited Hermione and the Grangers to come over for desert that night. Harry had made an apple pie. They arrived at seven. Harry showed them around for a few minutes thanking Emma and Hermione again for helping him with the furniture selections and arrangements.
They sat down to eat their desert, knowing that there was "business" to discuss. Harry started, "I met with Director Bones this morning. I identified the man who stunned Kingsley and tried kill Mundungus. It was Peter Pettigrew, the man who helped kill my parents. Four of the Death Eaters have been charged, and will go to trial on Monday the twenty ninth of July. Severus Snape will probably go either to Azkaban or a regular prison, depending on our preference. Director Bones asked me to decide, and let her know by tomorrow noon. I was hoping that we could all talk about it, if you don't mind."
Dan spoke first. "What is your opinion, Harry?"
"I have my opinion, and I will share it with you, but I was hoping to hear the other viewpoints first."
Emma spoke next, "What does the evidence that Peter threw his wand in the back garden really mean? Snape was already down. The man had come to a fight. He was bested in the first round, and now he wants everyone to believe that he never even intended to fire a shot. Harry, plainly spoken, that is a load of crap. He has been a spy for your entire life. He may not personally have murdered or tortured too many people, but if he was there, he let it happen. In my opinion, that makes him a willing accomplice."
She continued, "Do you think that they were expecting to find you and your watchers at our house? Of course not. They were expecting to find a young helpless witch out sunbathing in the back garden with her wand on her nightstand, and her defenseless parents sitting in the kitchen having tea. They wanted people to read in the Prophet about how a young witch that they don't feel was good enough to join their little club was put in her place. What do you suppose that "Master Spy Severus Snape" would have reported? "Sorry Professor, young Draco was unstoppable. There was nothing that I could do Headmaster." Harry, I'm not asking you to adopt my viewpoint, simply because it's mine. All that I'm asking is that you don't adopt Dumbledore's position simply because it's his. Make up your own mind."
She continued, "I had made my demands to Dumbledore – fifteen years in the prison of his choice. They could take five years off if Bellatrix is killed or sent back to prison and neither of you are hurt in the process. They could take another five years if that monster Voldemort is killed, and neither of you are hurt."
Hermione spoke next. "I'm not saying that he doesn't deserve it, but ten years in Azkaban would be a long time."
Remus observed, "Sirius did twelve for a crime that he didn't even commit."
Hermione asked, "What would he do if they sent him to another prison?"
Harry replied, "They might place him in a work release program where he could do community service such as potions research during the day and go to prison the rest of the time. Perhaps he could find a treatment for the Longbottoms."
Dan agreed that Snape wouldn't be doing much good in Azkaban.
Harry explained a bit about what he knew of Azkaban and dementors for the Granger's benefit. None of the Grangers wanted Snape subjected to that level of punishment.
Harry continued, "It's my opinion that he should spend time in the work release program, initially spending his time trying to develop potions that would treat the effects of the Cruciatus curse, which Voldemort's Death Eaters frequently use to torture people. I think that the time that he is asked to serve should not be related to someone's success defeating Bellatrix or Voldemort."
They all agreed, and decided to ask the court to direct him to spend his time researching and developing a treatment for the Cruciatus curse and other "long-term" wizarding conditions. Harry didn't think that Hermione had ever quite mentioned that "charming Mr. Lupin" was a werewolf.
Harry agreed to owl his reply to Director Bones in the morning.
The Grangers left about ten. Remus went to the icebox and brought back four very cold butterbeers, and the rest of the pie.
"So what's on your mind Harry? No one brings home a hundred books for light reading."
"I accepted a part time teaching position for the fall. A big part of me is really excited, another part is scared witless, and a little part feels like I have been talked out of the last remaining bits of my childhood."
"So what do you like about the idea?"
"A lot of things really. I'll be teaching with Mad-Eye and someone else. I think the students will really have the opportunity to improve their skills. Dumbledore is changing my own class schedule to more of an Auror prep sort of thing."
"That's what I thought. Did you find the books that you will need for your own use?"
"I hope so. To be honest, I've gotten by in the past because I've had help, I think on my feet pretty well, and I have pretty good reflexes."
"So you will need to learn to substitute technique and knowledge of more spells for always having help. You were pretty much on your own last weekend, and you were successful."
"Maybe. To be honest, they weren't that good. Lucius, Rookwood, and Bellatrix were a lot better. When I was with the Grangers, on Sunday, we were fighting from a good defensive position. Malfoy could have set the house on fire and burned us out. I don't think they were on their game plan. Crabbe and Goyle were late at the front door. Using a Reducto spell to shatter the window wasn't a great idea, as it allowed us an open portal to fight back from. Malfoy and Goyle's dad had no cover to hide behind. Their whole plan was based on there being two or three more or less defenseless people home. Malfoy is lucky that Dan Granger didn't shoot him with his shotgun."
"Harry, those are the areas that you are amazingly good at - developing quick tactics, good strategy, and fast response. Your first tactic was to get Mrs. Granger out of the line of fire, and calling the right person for help. You quickly disabled one of the attackers, and got back under cover. I'd like to believe that I would have done half as well as you did."
Harry nodded. "Then Malfoy made another stupid blunder, he opened up a second window that we could fight back from. He should have tried to get under cover and revive his downed partner. My only mistake was not getting Hermione to aim to the left while I aimed to the right. We could have got both of them at once."
"True, but you made certain that you did get one of them."
"We were under cover when Crabbe and Goyle broke through the front door. Diane and Emma just happened to have those wine bottles that turned out to be good things to try to throw fifteen feet. If they had both hit Crabbe, I think he would be buried by now. I was able to hit Goyle with a stunner."
"Harry, the most important lesson to teach your students is to fight back. Most victims freeze up, and just wait to get hit. What you can learn yourself is more technique. You had trouble in the Ministry, not because you couldn't get the attackers down, rather you lacked the tools to keep them down. I'm not supposed to know this, but you are one of only two living people who have ever hit Bellatrix with a spell. At the second task of the tri-wizard, you and Fleur both knew how to defeat a Grindylow, but you did it. She got stuck."
He continued, "When do you want to meet with Moody? You need to assign appropriate books for the different years. Don't let May-Eye get carried away, and scare the younger kids. He may be the named professor to satisfy the board of governors, but it's your class. Are you having double classes to fit everyone in, or doing the practicals alternating with the theory classes in different classrooms? You could schedule something like this:
M-1A, 1B, 2A
T-2B, 3A, 3B
W-4A, 4B, 5A
TH-5B, 6A, 6B
F-7A, 7B, Staff Meeting
Remus continued, "The first 45 minutes of the class will contain the theory, your hour will have the practices reinforcing what they are learning. Most of the homework will come from the theory side, so you won't have to grade stacks of essays if you don't want. You still could run the extra practice sessions one or two nights a week for the older kids."
"Remus, you seem to have given this a lot of thought."
"Dumbledore asked me to help Moody one day a week. Moody isn't too fond of dark creatures, and I wanted an excuse to stop by and see you."
"Cheers." They both laughed together and finished their bottles.
"Seriously Harry, a lot of people have offered to tutor you on different topics."
Harry laughed. "What? Assassination 101?"
"No, to learn what you need in order to stay alive, kick Voldemort in the arse, grow old, get married, manage your money, and raise lots of little bushy haired Potters. All the while with Great Uncle Lupin as their babysitter."
"Seriously, thanks Remus."
"My pleasure. Good night Harry."
"Good night, great uncle Lupin. Wait till Hermione hears that one. She'll ... Never mind. Good night."
… - …
On Friday afternoon, Hermione was so excited. Remus had gotten the Black Dog pub for the entire day. She could invite as many people as she wanted to help celebrate the birthday of her boyfriend. Poor Harry. He'd mentioned that the first time that anyone had even acknowledged his birthday was Hagrid when he had turned eleven. She would fix that. She could invite anyone from the Minister of Magic to famous Quidditch players and they would come, but Hermione realized that Harry didn't want to spend time with celebrities who would come to be seen with the boy-who-lived. She decided to limit the list to those who liked Harry, just for being Harry. The current or former members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, the DA, some of the teachers, a few Aurors, the Weasleys, her parents, and Diane largely defined that group. At Harry's suggestion, she also invited Blaise Zabini. Hermione did not know him well, but a request was a request. She also remembered to invite Arabella Figg – Harry's old neighbor friend who lived by the Dursleys. In total, she had invited about 60 people. Her invitation read,
Dear ,
You are invited to enjoy a fantastic day celebrating Harry Potter's 16th birthday on 31 July. We are having a celebration at the Black Dog pub, Crawley, West Sussex.
The fun will start at ten AM and go into the night. Dress as you wish. The Black Dog is a muggle pub near my parent's home. There is no floo service. Please RSVP, and let me know if you need transportation. Professor Dumbledore will provide you with a portkey if you need one. Harry has requested that you not bring a gift – just yourself and a handshake or hug.
RSVP to Hermione Granger
Remus was in charge of the food, and the arrangements with the pub. Hermione sent the stack of invitations to Dobby, who, with Winky's help, had them delivered in a few minutes. She asked Colin Creevey to bring his camera and take a few photos. She decided to invite two more people, Amelia Bones and Rita Skeeter. Hedwig was used to deliver those two invitations. Harry seemed to be trying to get to know Amelia Bones better, and Rita had handled the coverage very fairly. She had also kept Severus out of the paper when Harry had asked her to.
On Saturday, Remus was having fun answering Harry's cell phone before he could get to it. "Of course you can come over and look at the books. Harry is just sitting here watching DVDs. He needs something useful to do, and someone charming to do it with. He said that your parents were welcome to come for dinner if they wanted too."
"So much for watching The Predator," muttered Harry. "I'll make pizza, you straighten the place up."
Remus waved his wand once, sending everything back to its place. "Sounds good with me, he said. "I'd like half pepperoni and half green olive. Hermione's parents like veggie or cheese."
They had another great night together.
… - …
On Sunday morning, Dumbledore went to the holding cells to see how the young Malfoy brat was holding up. "Good Morning, Draco. How are you?" Dumbledore surveyed the boy, and mentally reduced his estimate of Draco's life expectancy in Azkaban from six to four months.
"Okay, Professor."
"Can you give me any specifics on operations that are being planned, who the targets might be, or when they might be taking place?"
"I don't know Professor. Bellatrix was overseeing the training raids, approving targets, and teams. I really only know the specifics of the raid that I had planned against the Grangers."
"Who would have likely made the selections on the other raids?"
"Umbridge probably would have for the raid that she was working on. Travis might for the other. I don't know him well."
"Draco, did you select the Grangers for personal or tactical reasons?"
"Both, I suppose. I also expected that we would have had no trouble winning if those other people hadn't been there. Bellatrix could have beaten them all, if she hadn't been hit by a lucky shot." A glimpse of the old Draco had returned to his face. Dumbledore changed the subject.
"It is unfortunate that that you do not know the specifics, though not unexpected. Do you know where the other wands came from?"
"Some wand maker in the States sent them. There is a box full of them at Headquarters."
"Perhaps you can remember something about how the other operations are being funded?'
"I'm not sure, Professor. My mother handled the house money."
"I will check back with you in a few weeks. Perhaps you will have remembered something. I have an appointment with a young lady. Enjoy your day, Mr. Malfoy."
Moody had stopped over to Harry's Place that afternoon to finalize the curriculums and course syllabus for each of the years. Moody and Remus had talked briefly with Dumbledore, and they had agreed to let Potter have the first go at it. They sat down at Harry's kitchen table, and Harry pulled out the papers that he had worked up.
"Here is my basis idea. The first and second year practical course would focus on movement, and how to get away. Most of the kids don't know enough spells to be of use yet. The theory part of the class would focus on identification of the bad guys, and cover the legal use of defensive force. Some of it would be the stuff that Umbridge had tried to cover. In practical, we should also cover aiming, proper wand handling." Moody liked that part. They decided to start with large stationary targets, and work their way up to smaller moving targets like balloons on a breezy day.
Harry continued, "Third year would cover defense against various dark creatures. The theory piece would be an explanation of the various creatures, the practical would cover avoiding them to begin with, getting away from them, and if needed how to fight them."
"Fourth and fifth year would focus on defensive techniques, creating shields, using natural cover, creating cover, and creating stronger shields. The practical piece would be using the various shields that were learned, and cover how to defend against a single then multiple threats, and getting help. We also would cover first aid, and how to stay alive for fifteen minutes. The Patronus charm will be introduced as soon as the class is ready."
He continued, "Sixth and seventh year would focus on fighting back, using stunners and other legal magical or nonmagical means of disabling an attacker. The practical piece would start with the attack techniques and conclude with the application of everything that has been learned over the years."
Harry concluded, "All classes would have a conditioning unit covering movement, tumbling, falling down without getting hurt, stamina, and being able to run a mile. The DA group would be a chance to review what has been covered, improve technique, strengthen spells, dueling and street fighting."
Moody was really impressed with the thought and planning that Harry had put into the course syllabuses. He had similar ideas several years ago, but had never been able to implement them.
Harry continued, "The books that I would like to use for the different years include:
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self Protection - Trimble
A Guide to Dark Creatures and How to Live With Them – Firenze
Defending Yourself: A Layman's Guide – Moody
Fighting Back: A Guide for Staying Alive – Moody
"I was hoping that you both could help suggest another three or four books for the recommended sixth and seventh year NEWT class work."
"Strengthening Your Spell work is a good read. The older students would get a lot out of it," suggested Remus. "You Can't Miss Fast Enough to Catch up is another good guide for someone that likes to read about technique. Moody, do you have another pick?"
"I like Fighting Dirty against Dirty Fighters, but I wrote it, so maybe we shouldn't use it."
"I read that a few days ago. I really liked it," Harry added. "Moony, what do you think?"
Remus smiled at the reference to the past. "To be honest, I wish that I had come up with as good of a plan myself. Harry, for the second year of an age group, are you planning on a continuation of the topics, or a new set of topics?"
"An additional set of topics, I think, but I haven't completely thought that part through yet."
Moody growled, "Okay Potter, write it up. Remus and I will sign it, and you can send it in. McGonagall will help you with that part."
He continued, "On a different subject, Remus, Tonks and I want to give you some practice with multiple opponents today. We will start on one of your first year topics – evasion. I'll portkey us to the little forest a mile on the other side of Hogsmede. Tonks is downstairs, go collect her please."
Harry found her sitting at a table having a half-pint. She had on a form fitting top, and a pair of jeans that looked very friendly on her. "Hiya Tonks. You look cracking today."
She smiled. "Thank you Mr. Potter. Miss Granger's selections look great on you too. How are you Harry? Have a seat." She ordered him a pint. "They'll be up there another ten minutes solving the world's issues. We haven't talked in a while. Are you and Hermione taking good care of each other?"
"I think we're really good for each other. We know each other really well, and both like the person that we know."
"That's very well stated Harry. You both are lucky to have found each other."
"And how about yo,u Miss Tonks? Is there a friend in your life?"
"True friends are hard to find when you look like someone else every day. I want to find some guy who is interested in me, not fulfilling a variety of fantasies."
"I understand about finding people who can learn to see past the image, and know the real you. They are rare. If you find one, hold on tight."
"Thanks loverboy. You are a good friend. We'd better get going." They walked upstairs and portkeyed to the location that Moody had set up.
Moody explained the object of the lesson. "Potter, do you see that pile of rocks about a half mile away?" Harry looked and nodded. "I want you to get to it from here without being stunned by either Tonks or Lupin. Give them a few minutes to get set up. You have to walk there, no apparating or flying. You have 60 minutes to get there. If you lose, I have to buy dinner. If you get past them, they buy dinner. Don't let me down. Use stealth and distraction. Get going. I will be watching you."
Harry didn't know how to turn himself invisible, so he disillusioned himself. He picked up a handful of small rocks us use as distractions. He started out quietly moving from tree to tree then stopped after about 100 yards. He looked at the possible ways that he might get there, and tried to find hiding spots where Remus or Tonks might be. He decided to set fire to a clump of sticks that he had soaked to create a lot of smoke. Moving about 50 yards to the left of the pile, he found a spot where he was certain that he would not be seen and whispered "Inflambre." The pile of sticks started smoking. Sitting very still, he sat Lupin coming near it from the opposite side of where he was. Harry started creeping forward another hundred yards and stopped. He was almost impossible to see when he wasn't moving. To the front and left of the pile there was a large puddle. It would be difficult to get through it without someone seeing the movement if they were looking. The area in front and to the right was tall grass. If Harry was really stealthy he might get through, but it was also the obvious choice. He hadn't seen Tonks, but believed that she would be hiding near there waiting for him. Harry decided to go around the puddles on the far side, and make a dash for it if he was discovered. Looking behind him, he searched again for Lupin. Harry decided to try the fire diversion a second time using two locations at once. He transfigured a few sticks into a larger pile, soaked it, and crept 30 yards to the left to make another pile. He ignited the first pile, and had just finished lighting the second pile when he saw a stunner fly a few yards to his right.
"I saw that, Potter," yelled Tonks. Harry now had an idea of where she was. Then again, she had an idea where he was. The two fires did make a fair amount of smoke, and Harry started creeping to the left again. He got around the puddles without incident, and decided to go to the rocks from behind. Meanwhile, Lupin had spotted his trail and was moving towards him from the back. When Harry was about 50 yards from the rocks, Lupin aimed and cast his spell. Harry saw it coming and ducked out of the way. Harry took off in a sprint. Lupin had fired twice in the five or six seconds and Tonks once, but from quite a distance. They both missed, and Harry made it to the pile of rocks.
Moody apparated to the spot. "Well done, Potter. You didn't use a lot of magic. Mostly you just crept around and stayed out of sight. Most people can't find the source of one spell cast. You should have quit while you were ahead and not tried the third fire."
Harry nodded.
Moody continued. "You tried a risky move at the end that usually works. Most people can't hit a moving target if they are any distance away. Then again, if you do get hit, you're done."
Harry nodded again. "I learned that lesson two years ago against Voldemort and about thirty Death Eaters. You'd be amazed how fast a motivated person can run, even with a badly injured leg."
"That's a good lesson to know, and a great one to pass along. What are you hungry for, Potter? Miss Tonks just offered to buy drinks and Mr. Lupin offered to take us all out for steak dinner."
"You pick, Sir. I need to get in early. It's kind of a busy day tomorrow."
The old Auror remarked, "You'll do fine, Potter. Just listen to the questions carefully so you are certain that you understand what is being asked, and answer confidently. Let's go eat."
"Thanks, Moody."
"Cheers, kid."
… - …
Harry's recollection of the trial of the four Death Eaters could best be described as clinical. The spectators had been seated for an hour when the witnesses and Director Bones filed in. Next, the full fifty judges of the Wizengamot took their seats. A minute later, the four Death Eaters were led into the rooms. Four chained chairs awaited them. The defendants' names were announced as they were seated into the chairs. The charges were read four times, once for each defendant. The questions had been scripted. Each witness was asked questions for five to ten minutes. The defendants brought in no independent witnesses. They had no alibis to rely on. Only Narcissa Malfoy had come in support of her son. Malfoy's school friends were conspicuously absent.
There was no cheering or sound other than the occasional flash from Bozo's camera as the defendants were pronounced guilty. Narcissa wrote a Gringotts draft for the thirteen thousand Galleon fine that the four had been levied. Eight Aurors escorted the four prisoners out of the courtroom. Harry remembered being somewhat surprised that there were no dementors present. The Wizengamot judges got up as one and left from their exit followed by the witnesses. The buzz and rumble of noise from the spectators had finally risen to a level that reached Harry's ears as he was leaving the courtroom.
… - …
No one paid attention to the rat that scurried by the front and back entrance of the Weasley joke shop. They were all listening to the special announcement on the wizarding wireless stating that four Death Eaters were found guilty, and had each received the maximum sentence.
The Grangers had taken the day off, and invited those that had been there that day out to lunch in muggle London. They went to a little restaurant in Notting Hill and had a very nice, quite lunch. Dan walked around the table and shook each person's hand thanking them for helping to save his family that day. The Aurors in turn thanked Harry, and made a special effort at thanking Hermione. They all laughed when one of the Aurors mentioned that one on the cricket teams was holding tryouts for pitcher, and wondered if Emma might be interested. Deep down, the Aurors knew that they were lucky to even be alive to be eating a fancy lunch with the teenager that they had each sworn to protect, knowing that it had been he, who had in fact, had protected them.
Harry and Remus got home about four and decided to have a pint in the pub. The Grangers went home to have a quiet dinner. They walked up the stairs, locked the door, and sat in the two overstuffed chairs. Remus spoke first.
"Harry, did your parents have a Will?"
"I don't know. I never asked. Hagrid gave me my Gringotts key when I was eleven. I assumed that was all that was left to me. They were pretty young when they were killed. I don't suppose that they had a lot of money."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that without asking. Do you have a Will?"
"No. Until lately, I never really thought about it."
Remus asked, "What changed?"
"The prophecy."
"Dumbledore told the order the first two lines a year ago. We were told that it involves you. I take it there is more to it, and somehow it directly involves you."
Harry nodded and replied, "Right in one. In short, either I kill him, or he kills me."
"Shite."
"That about covers it. So how do I make a Will?"
Remus replied, "They're easy to make. Your estate is currently relatively simple – some cash and a property. You would want to consider one or more recipients, and an institutional alternate. For example, your friend Remus, and Hogwarts school as an alternate. Just kidding. You don't need to do it today, but after you think about it, the next time you go to Gringotts, Griphook could help."
"If my parents had a Will, how could I find out?"
"I would ask Dumbledore unless you have a reason not to. If you want, Griphook could find out for you without anyone hearing about it."
Harry observed, "He's kept a lot of secrets from me over the years. There's a fine line between not telling someone the truth, and telling them a lie. Many of my conversations with him have involved him deciding how much truth to tell me. If Griphook can find out, I would like to hear it from him."
"We can go tomorrow if you would like."
"Okay."
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On Tuesday morning, Minerva looked at the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.
Wizengamot Convicts Death eaters
Story by Rita Skeeter
All four Death Eaters charged with the 21 July attempted murder of a West Sussex witch were convicted on all counts. In addition, the underage wizards had their wands snapped. Draco Malfoy (16) Vincent Crabbe (16) Thomas Goyle (42) and Gregory Goyle (16) were each convicted of attempted murder, possession of an unauthorized wand, possession of Death Eater paraphernalia, and damage to property. The fine totaling 13,000 galleons were paid at the court by Mrs. Lucius Malfoy, Draco's mother. The witnesses speaking against the defense were articulate and consistent in their testimony. The vote convicting the four was 48 – 2. The judges voting for acquittal were Edgecombe and Umbridge, who commented, "All of the evidence was circumstantial, and there was no proof presented that any of the defendants had actually purchased the wands that the Aurors claimed to have found by the defendants." None of the other Judges offered comment. This reporter who was on the scene moments after the original attack strongly agrees with the verdict, believes that justice was served, and questions the motives of any Judge who would make such a comment.
Minerva put the paper down and asked, "Albus, have you put some sort of spell on Ms. Skeeter? Her reporting seems to have taken a complete turn-about in the last year."
"No, Minerva, I would attribute her change in thinking to conversations that she has had with two young Gryffindors. I am curious to understand how Mrs. Edgecombe could have heard the same testimony as the other judges and still voted for acquittal."
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Remus had made the arrangements with Tim the bartender at the Black Dog for 31 July. Guests would start arriving about ten in the morning, stay for lunch, and dinner. The lunch was set up buffet style. The dinner was served from his menu. Tim would be paid very well for the day, receiving not only a generous gratuity, but also a case of some fabulous wine for his trouble. He was told that some of the guests would be a bit quirky, but not to worry. Everyone would know each other, and they were all friends. All he would remember at the end of the evening was that there had been some sort of corporate private party function, and that the bill had been taken care of.
Hermione's invitations to everyone said "No gifts" which, in the wizarding world, simply implied a challenge to bring something clever or unusual. If the wizard in question had been older, or not Harry Potter, he would have received an eclectic assortment of white elephant gifts. As it was, Harry did all right. Harry received T-shirts with the Weird Sisters, Cranberries, U2, Chudley Cannons, and one from the Birmingham football team. Some of them were autographed by the people on the shirts. Several of his school friends gave him framed pictures of themselves and Harry. Neville and his Gran gave Harry a dragon hide vest. Dan and Emma gave Harry a pair of matching motorcycle helmets. They also gave him a magnum of Dom Pernion Champaign, with a note to drive safely, take good care of their daughter and to save the other until he was ready to celebrate having kicked Voldemort in the arse. Dobby and Winky gave Harry a self-replenishing case of butterbeer, which was quite a clever gift if you knew where to find one. Hermione gave Harry a really nice looking pair of black metal-framed glasses. His old pair had been abused and repaired so many times. He didn't even remember getting them; it was well before Hogwarts. He could see much more clearly with the new pair. 'Hermione would be well rewarded for her generosity,' thought Harry, smiling at her.
Lee Jordan gave Harry a firework with a note that Harry should save it to set off for a "really special occasion." The twins gave Harry a box that they called "a sampler", and mentioned that Filch would have a fit if the crate sized container were to "accidentally find it's way into the Gryffindor common room" for dissemination among the students. Harry noticed that there was also a generous supply of order forms inside the box. Ron gave Harry his own wizarding chess set. Moody gave Harry a pro-model foe glass. The Aurors gave Harry a Sirius Black wanted poster, signed by all of the Aurors and Director Bones. It was potentially quite a risky gift, as it easily could have offended Harry, but he decided that it was a part of Sirius's life, and certainly a one of a kind item. He really did like it. Diane gave Harry a black long sleeved shirt, belt, and black Docker pants that she had asked a friend to bring over from the States. Remus had given Harry several sets of athletic training clothes. Harry had the feeling that he would be using these a lot in the very near future. Last but certainly not least, McGonagall gave Harry a lesson planner. On the front inside cover the inscription read Welcome to Hogwarts, signed by all of the teaching staff.
There were a lot of five-minute conversations during the afternoon, as Harry went from person to person, thanking them for coming. Ron apologized for not saying anything about the loss of Harry's aunt and cousin earlier. "I know you weren't close, but it still stinks."
Molly found Harry, saying, "I'm so worried about you, dear. Please come and stay with us."
Harry responded, "Mrs. Weasley, thank you thinking of me. Sirius left me a property and Remus is staying with me for the rest of the summer. I've been spending time at the Grangers. They have been taking good care of me, like you always do. I'm very lucky to have friends like you and the Grangers. If it would be all right, I really would like to come over for a few days before school starts."
"Of course dear, come anytime you would like." She nearly smothered him in a hug.
Ginny pulled him away, whispering, "Harry, we miss you so much. Don't grow apart from us. Please." She hugged him really hard, saying, "I hope the six of us can have a great year at Hogwarts, Professor Potter." He looked at her and she winked slyly. "Hermione told me. Don't worry, I won't tell a soul. Just wait until you see the signup sheet requesting private lessons." Harry turned a deeper red than many would have thought humanly possible.
Neville's Grandmother found him next, saying "Harry, I want you to keep taking care of Neville as you have. He certainly looks up to you. Thank you. His parents would be so proud of him. He is turning into a nice young man."
Harry replied, "Thank you Mrs. Longbottom. I'm sure that Neville would be more than delighted to hear that from you. I'll keep an eye out for him. Don't worry."
Lee Jordan came by. "Hiya Harry."
"How have you been Lee?"
"Great. I'm having a lot of fun working with Gred and Forge. Business has been fantastic so far. I got an invitation to try out as the weekend announcer for the Chudley Cannons. I try out, a week from Friday, calling the first thirty minutes of the game against Puddlemere. Maybe you and Hermione could come to the game for luck? Here are two tickets."
"I'd like that. I'll check with Hermione. I really hope that you get it. You're a great game announcer. Good luck Lee."
Hestia Jones found Harry next, saying, "Harry, I didn't get a chance to thank you earlier. I must admit that I am surprised to even be alive. Voldemort's Death Eaters don't leave witnesses, let alone living Aurors. She hugged him, really hard, whispering, "I owe you. Don't hesitate to call in the favor." Harry nodded, and she hugged him again.
Harry went to the bar to get a beverage. Mundungus handed him a pint, saying, "Mr. Potter, it's good to see you again. Happy Birthday. Have you had an opportunity to try out your motorcycle yet? If you haven't I'd be glad to give you a few lessons. I've had a few bikes over the years – none that flew of course, but I'd be happy to help you with the ground part." Harry thanked him and remarked that he planned on looking him up the next week.
Tonks grabbed him from behind, tickling him. "Wotcher, Harry! You're looking pretty good from the back in those new trousers that Hermione got you. Cute bum."
Harry smiled at her, giving her a quick visual appraisal. "You look pretty tidy yourself, Miss Tonks. Thanks for coming. It's good to see you." Harry decided that having new glasses was a good thing.
"And you my dear. I'll pick you and Remus up tomorrow at eight. Don't worry. Just tell your story, and answer the questions. Stick to the facts, unless you're asked to give an opinion. You'll do fine. Moody will pick up the Grangers. Don't stay up too late chatting up all the girls." She hugged him, whispering, "Thanks again for sharing Sirius's money with me, Harry. It made a big change in my life, having all of the bills paid. Let me know how I can help you, anytime, anything. Happy birthday."
Tiny Professor Flitwick came over, thanking Harry for inviting him to such a wonderful party. He offered to help Harry with some fighting spells that he might not find in many books. Harry gratefully accepted his offer.
Rita Skeeter had been surprised to receive Hermione's invitation to Harry's birthday party. The bottom of the invitation had the postscript "No business to be conducted. Just come and have a good time." She had been having a good time. She was a very good investigative reporter when she wanted to be. Potter had pointed out the Inquisitorial Squad connection between the three students who had been convicted. They had all been members of the Hogwarts Inquisitorial Squad during Umbridge's short tenure as head of the school. The group led by Malfoy was originally intended to be her private goon squad, acting as eyes and ears as well as unofficial muscle. Potter seemed to be the student rallying point for the light side, and Malfoy was for the dark, forever pressing the 'pureblood' button. The squad had included Umbridge, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Montague, Warrington, Parkinson, and Bulstrode. If a third of its members were on their way to Azkaban, the others probably weren't at choir practice. She decided to ask what Amelia knew about the others. She also decided to keep Potter out of the discussion if she could. She found Bones and stuck up a conversation. "One of the connections between the three students was an Inquisitorial Squad that Delores Umbridge had set up. According to the students that I talked with, the other members included Bulstrode, Parkinson, Warrington, and Montague. If Voldemort is actively recruiting Death Eaters, they may be candidates. Do you think there could be a connection between the two groups?"
Bones replied, "It's quite possible. Dumbledore mentioned that he had recent suspicions about Umbridge. I'll have them picked up right after Snape's trial for questioning. Are you certain that this is a complete list?"
Skeeter replied, "There may have been others from the other school houses. She had given them little badges to wear. Perhaps not everyone wore theirs. I'll keep my eyes open. Cheers."
About five in the afternoon, Dumbledore arrived. He made his way to greet Harry. "What a splendid gathering you have here, Harry. Happy Birthday."
"Thank you, Professor. Thank you for coming."
"Have you told many people about your living arrangements yet?"
Harry replied, "No. As far as everyone but you, the Grangers, and Remus knows, this is a muggle pub that's near Hermione's house."
Dumbledore nodded. "Good. That strategy will serve you well, even better next summer when you have passed your apparition test. I have made arrangements at the Ministry. You can take your exam whenever you find yourself ready. The instructors and professors who have each volunteered to individually assist you in your classes will each be contacting you in the next week or two, regarding materials that you should get. As such, you will not be in the standard classes, which may make your teaching relationships quite a bit easier. It may be best if you generally ate at the staff table for dinner and your noontime meal."
He continued, "I also wanted to take this occasion to formally invite you to join the Order."
"I would be honored, Professor. Thank you."
"I will have the same conversation with Miss Granger in a minute, so you would be free to talk with her, as usual. I also wanted to talk with you regarding your opinion of the likelihood that more of the current students would have possibly taken the Mark this summer."
Harry thought for a few seconds before answering. "I think you're correct, professor. The children of the current Death Eaters, and their friends are the most likely candidates. I can think of only one other student who may consider such a move, Marietta."
Dumbledore gave a sad nod and replied, "Of course, Miss Chang's rather unhappy friend. I shall talk with Director Bones tomorrow, and leave the matter in her very capable hands. Thank you for your candidness, Harry, and again, Happy Birthday. I'll stop by next Tuesday morning, and we can go over your schedule for the school year." Dumbledore noted that twice in two days the Edgecombe name had come up.
A few minutes later, Dumbledore found Hermione and asked to speak with her. "Miss Granger, if you have an interest, I would like to offer you an invitation to join the Order of the Phoenix. I assure you that your role in the group would not take you away from your studies. We need people with your extraordinary analytical skills. Please consider my offer carefully, and let me know when you have decided."
Hermione wasn't really surprised by the offer and replied, "Professor, I would be honored to join."
"Thank you, Miss Granger. I will have more information for you in a week or so. Go on and enjoy the splendid party that you arranged."
Hermione found Susan Bones sitting by herself. Hermione sat down by her and asked her how she was.. The normally bubbly strawberry blonde greeted her, "Hi Hermione. It's good to see you again. Thanks for inviting me today. My summer hasn't been too great."
"Susan, I heard that you'd been attacked three weeks ago. I was so glad to hear that you hadn't been hurt." Hermione hugged Susan for a moment. Susan didn't look good. There were tears in her eyes.
Susan admitted, "Hermione, I was so scared. The lessons that Harry had taught just kicked in by themselves and somehow I managed. I'm so grateful to him. Auntie told me that you'd been attacked too. I wonder if it was the same people. Did you two really capture three Death Eaters on your own? I am so proud of you Hermione. Is Harry going to run the group again? I wish we could get a proper Defense teacher like him for a change."
"I'm sure that it will be better this term." Hermione wasn't going to announce Harry's new position. They sat in silence for a moment, and Hermione asked, "Susan, can I introduce you to a friend of my mums? I think you would like her."
Remus saw Luna Lovegood, and went over to say hello. "How nice to see you again Professor Lupin. Ronald says that you are keeping an eye on Harry this summer, now that he moved from his uncle's home. Thank you for that."
Remus had always like Luna. "I'm the one who should be thanking Harry, Luna. Spending time with him has been very good for me. How has your summer been?"
The willowy blonde replied, "Wonderful. Father and I went to Sweden to take pictures of crumpled-horn snorkacks. The photos we took don't do them justice, but we had a great time together. Is it true that professor Snape tried to kill Harry and Hermione?"
Remus debated how much to tell her. "I'm not sure, Luna. I wasn't there. There certainly was an attack on the Granger's house. I'm so glad that they weren't badly hurt. Have a nice rest of your holidays, Luna. I'd like to see your photos sometime."
Arthur Weasley found Lupin, and said, "Remus, I'm concerned about V, Voldemort's apparent plans to recruit students as Death Eaters. They are a lot more likely to go after other young people and having no experience, innocent people are bound to get hurt."
Remus replied, "Harry had said something very similar to me the other day – They may be ruthless, but they have no military training, and lack proper planning skills."
"You're right about that," said Arthur. "Bellatrix leading a raid would be like a pack of wild dogs, that woman should be put down." Remus ignored the unintended insult. Arthur continued, "The other problem with new recruits is that until they are seen, or caught, we don't have a way to identify them. I suppose that it goes with the saying 'innocent until proven guilty,' but I believe that we need to do something proactively."
"I agree Arthur, finding the right something is the trick."
A minute later, Arthur found Harry, and went to speak with him. "Harry, I was sorry to hear about your aunt and cousin. The news was slow to reach us."
"Thanks, Mr. Weasley."
"I heard about your role defending the attack on the Grangers. Was Snape really lined up to attack them with the other Death Eaters?"
"Yes sir. The cuts on my back are from the glass of the window that he shattered in the first volley."
"Harry, how many other students do you think V, Voldemort may have recruited?"
"Sir, I wish I knew. No one seems anxious to check the students who have taken the Mark. Draco had a half dozen or so in his Inquisitorial Squad. They all are of a similar mindset, so I wouldn't be surprised if they had too."
Arthur had lost a lot of weight in the last month. His thin red hair looked rumpled from stress. "I suppose that you're right. Harry please stop by for a visit. We miss seeing you in the summer. Please invite Hermione too. You are always welcome in our home."
Harry was grateful for the heartfelt offer. "I will Mr. Weasley. Thank you for coming tonight. We'll stop by next week."
Harry made a point of finding Blaise and thanking him for coming. They talked for a few minutes, and Harry made a point of introducing him to the students and a few others. Blaise was pretty serious about his studies, much closer to Hermione in that aspect than Ron. It was Harry's hope that Blaise could be invited into the DA in the fall, and could help persuade some of the younger Slytherins to join also.
Harry had thanked everyone for coming. The food had been great, and it had been wonderful to see so many friends. After the guests had left, Harry thanked Remus and the Grangers again for arranging the party. "It was the best one that I remember. Thank you all so much."
Dan commented, "After the last trial tomorrow, things can get back to normal." He and Emma left, with instructions that "someone really brave" would need to walk their daughter home later.
Remus sent the teenagers upstairs to look at the gifts. He helped Tim clean up for an hour.
Hermione did get home safely that evening. She wanted to be well rested for the trial of Severus Snape.
The trial for Snape on 1 August was quite different from the one a few days earlier. The reporters from the Prophet, Quibbler, and the Salem Preview weren't there. The full Wizengamot had been replaced by a five-member panel. Dumbledore had excused himself to avoid an appearance of conflict of interest. Hestia testified that Snape stunned her. Harry recapped his testimony from his point of view. Hermione and the Grangers affirmed what Harry had said. Tonks testified that she saw Snape transform from the Polyjuice form of Bellatrix.
Snape offered none of the half-baked excuses and lies that the judges typically heard. He answered their questions, and explained his version of the attack. There was no mention by either the judges, the witnesses, or from Snape regarding his previous activities with the Order.
The judges called a five-minute recess. Harry just wanted it to be over with. Soon the judges returned, and sat down.
"Severus Snape, we have reached our decision. Do you have anything to say on your behalf before we pass judgment?"
Snape sat straight in his chair, his hair managing to stay out of his eyes. "Yes I do. I was wrong. I started with good intentions, and I sincerely apologize. However, apologizing doesn't change the facts. I was wrong, and am prepared to accept whatever judgment the Wizengamot sees fit to hand out."
"Well spoken, Mr. Snape. For the crime of possession of an unauthorized wand, the court finds you guilty of one count, and fines you one thousand Galleons." That was the maximum sentence allowed.
"For the crime of possession of Death Eater paraphernalia, the court finds you guilty and fines you one thousand Galleons." That was also the maximum sentence.
"For the crime of damage to property, the court finds you guilty and fines you twelve hundred fifty Galleons." The sentence was ten times the damaged that the Aurors judged to have been caused by the attack.
"For the crime of assault on an Auror, the court finds you guilty, and sentences you to 90 days in prison, allowing time already served to be counted. You are also fined 500 Galleons." That was the minimum sentence. He easily could have faced an additional year in prison over and above any other judgments.
"For the crime of attempted murder, the court finds you guilty, and directs you to serve a term of no less than fifteen years in Azkaban." That was the maximum sentence, and much more than Severus had expected. The Judge continued, "However the victims have previously appealed your sentence, were you to be found guilty, and begged the court to consider an alternative arrangement. Are you willing to accept it instead?"
Snape felt a wave of relief. Fifteen years in Azkaban was the equivalent of a death sentence. "Yes I am." There would be no negotiating. He would accept Potter's sentence sight unseen, or die in Azkaban.
"You are directed to serve a sentence of eleven years in Rye Hill prison. Each day you will be allowed to work at the potions research center at St. Mungo's. You will be required to spend each evening at the prison. In the event that you develop a potion that successfully treats Frank and Alice Longbottom, your sentence will be reduce to time served. You are also requested to research a permanent treatment for Lychocantrophy. The Sirius Black Victims Relief Fund will pay for any expenses that you may incur. Do you have any questions?"
Snape could not believe his fortune. Dumbledore had really come through for him convincing the Potter brat to an alternative sentence. "No sir. Thank you. Again, I am sorry."
"Again at the request of the victims, you have been granted 48 hours to take care of your personal business. You will be given escort from Wizengamot Chair Dumbledore and Senior Auror Shacklebolt wherever you need to go. Do not try to escape, or your sentence will be doubled. You will report back to the ministry by 9:00 AM on Saturday the third of August. Are there any questions?"
"No sir. Again, thank you."
"You will need to pay the court before Saturday at 9:00 AM. Dismissed."
Dumbledore, Auror Duncan, and Snape left though a side entrance, to go back to Snape's cottage.
Minerva walked up to Harry and Hermione and placed a hand on their shoulders. "Harry, Hermione that was a very generous offer that you made. I'd like to believe that I would be as forgiving, if placed in a similar situation. With someone of Snape's skill working full time on the Longbottom project, they may see a treatment in a year or so."
"Thank you, Professor McGonagall. I hope we did the right thing," said Hermione. Harry wished nothing for his friend Neville, so much as to give him his parents back.
Director Bones talked with Dan and Emma Granger for a few minutes, before finding Harry. "Well done, Mr. Potter. I wanted to thank you for inviting Susan and myself to your lovely gathering yesterday. I hope that the next time we meet, it is also a social occasion. Thank you for all of your help."
"Thank you, Director Bones. If your offer of the books is still open, I would very much like to start reading them. I have plenty of time before school starts. A package could be sent to me at this address." He gave her the address of the Black Dog pub.
"I will see to it today. Enjoy your day, Mr. Potter. Auror Tonks, will you please escort Mr. Potter to his next destination."
"Certainly, Director Bones," said Tonks.
"Harry, the Grangers and I have some business at Gringotts. It won't take long. We'll meet you at the joke shop in half an hour," said Remus.
George, Harry, and Tonks started the ten minute walk from the side entrance of the Ministry to the twins' shop. George was kidding Harry that he would be a hero for an entire generation of students that have had or would miss having Snape for a professor. Harry smiled sadly. There were no winners this week, only losers - Mothers who'd lost sons, and a terrified family who will constantly lock their doors when they never used to.
They were about a block away from the shop when they heard the first explosion. Harry looked and saw seven Death Eaters leaving the front of the shop! One was casting the Dark Mark into the sky as the three started running to the shop.
Harry immediately called with his cellular telephone, "Director Bones office – Percy Weasley speaking."
"Percy, this is Harry. Your brothers' joke shop is under Death Eater attack. Send some Aurors and a medi-witch as soon as you can. Bye."
"Potter, you are authorized to do whatever you can to defend yourself and assist this Auror in the capture of these Death Eaters," yelled Tonks. "You are not authorized to get hurt, so don't."
"Reducto," Harry said, casting a spell at the first Death Eater. It turned out to be Bellatrix. Harry's spell had severed her left arm at the shoulder! She screeched and apparated away leaving her left arm in the street.
Tonks stunned a Death Eater. Her mask came off as she fell in the street. George hit another. Tonks was hit with a curse and fell. Harry fired Reducto at another Death Eater. This one was about five foot high, and three feet wide. The Death Eater was hit in the thigh, and bleeding badly. The death eater had dropped her very short wand, and was reaching for her spare and fell as George stunned her. The other three Death Eaters immediately apparated away. Harry went back to Tonks, while George went into the shop.
Tonks was badly cut on the side of her head from hitting the ground. Blood was everywhere. Harry had his hand over the cut to slow the bleeding, but he was soaked in her blood. Pop, Pop, Pop, pop, pop, pop – five Aurors and a mediwitch were on the scene. Pop, pop. Two more mediwitches had arrived a few seconds later. Two of the Aurors and one of the mediwitches were looking at Tonks. The others heard George's call, and went into the burning Joke shop. Pop, pop. Two more Aurors were on the scene. Within a minute three people were being carried out. Six little kids were also being herded out. None of the kids looked hurt, though they were obviously scared witless.
"Harry! Harry!" Hermione was running flat out to the scene with Remus and the Grangers trying to catch up.
Some of the Aurors were in the process of putting Anti-Apparition restraints on the three Death Eaters. The woman with the thigh wound attempted to apparate away, but passed out from blood loss before she could.
Harry, Hermione, and the Grangers were immediately portkeyed off the scene by four more Aurors, back to the Ministry. Harry was rushed back into Director Bone's private office still wearing his robe soaked and dripping Tonk's blood. She asked, "Are you hurt? What happened, Harry?"
He described the events as best he remembered them starting with Tonks asking for his help, ending with being portkeyed to her office. Amelia listened carefully and took a few notes.
After about five minutes an aid walked in the office, and whispered something to Director Bones. She rubbed her eyes and folded her hands over her nose. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this Harry. Your friend from school was killed. Auror Straighthand will be here in a few minutes with the details."
End Part II
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The old scribe wished to thank his friend, Mike for several of the ideas and original spells referenced in this report and also wanted to wish him the best.