Title: Harry Potter and the Staff of Merlin
Author: Legolas-gurl88
Disclaimer: Still don't own nothin'.
Author Note: Yay! It didn't take as long for this one to come up! Sorry if it's a bit boring… the next one, I promise!
Story time!
28. Philberta's Trial
The month of February passed with an anticipation unlike any other Harry had felt since the Third Task in his Fourth Year. Everyone seemed to know about Frost's hearing and it was the main topic of discussion in the hallways. People would hush when Harry walked by. He knew they were talking about him; about his side of the story. He'd been confronted hundreds of times about the story, but he refused so say anything.
Defense Against the Dark Arts classes remained cancelled and everyone enjoyed an hour of leisure in between classes.
"What d'you suppose they'll do when Frost is sent to Azkaban?" Ron asked a week before the trail was to take place as he, Harry and Hermione walked through the courtyard in the snow. "Get another teacher?"
"Oh, they'll have to, of course." said Hermione, pulling her cloak tighter around her. "They can't go the rest of the year without Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Let's just hope they don't choose a madwoman next time." said Harry, his teeth chattering. His neck had begun to heal up. The swelling had gone down considerably and the color was turning from a dark purple to a deep green, which, according to Hermione, was a very good sign. Good or bad, Harry gladly left the bandages on that Madam Pomfrey commanded he leave on until his neck was a puce color.
By the time his skin returned it's normal color, only a day was left until Harry had to go to Frost's trial. When he woke up the next morning, it was still dark out, but he got out of bed, knowing that he would have to leave soon with Professor McGonagall, who offered to accompany him to the Ministry of Magic and back.
Once he dressed in his Hogwarts robes, as McGonagall had advised, he walked to her office and knocked on the door. She appeared at the door in a matter of seconds, already dressed in her own robes of emerald green.
"Good morning, Potter," she said quietly, "are you ready to leave?"
"Yes," said Harry almost wearily. McGonagall merely nodded and stepped aside, allowing Harry into her office. Harry walked in and looked around.
"How're we getting there? Floo powder?" Harry asked, but there was no fire in the fireplace.
"No." McGonagall said. "Professor Dumbledore has arranged for a Ministry Car to drive us. Now sit and wait. It will only be a few more minutes before the driver comes."
Harry walked to the wooden chair in front of McGonagall's desk and dropped into it. McGonagall sat in her armchair and stared at Harry beadily.
"Nervous, are you, Potter?" she asked.
"Not really." replied Harry. McGonagall nodded and pulled out her wand. She pointed to an empty space at her desk and a stack of toast appeared with two small glasses filled with jam and butter and two goblets of pumpkin juice.
"Eat." McGonagall said simply, taking up her goblet.
For the first time noticing how hungry he was, Harry gratefully grabbed the top slice of toast and spread butter on it.
Within the next ten minutes, there was a honk at McGonagall's window and she stood up and rushed to open it. Harry's jaw dropped as he saw the car floating in midair. It had been a while since he'd seen an hovering car, but he recovered quickly from the shock.
"Come on, then, Potter." said McGonagall as she climbed in the car with great agility for a woman her age. Harry went to the window and put a hand on either side of the pane, hoisting himself up onto the ledge and reached out a foot and touched the floor of the car. He then heaved himself fully into the car and shut the door.
"Close the window to my office, please, Potter. It's quite a drafty day and I don't want to come back to a cold office." said McGonagall and Harry rolled down the car window and pulled the latch to the office window until it shut.
"Right-O," said the driver, stuffing a cigar into his mouth, "Hold on. It'll be a bumpy ride to London."
With that said, he floored the gas and Harry and Professor McGonagall were both forced back into their seats.
The ride lasted for only half and hour. It seemed that the Ministry Car was able to jump over great distances just like the Knight Bus. Soon, the driver stopped the car.
"The visitor's entrance to the Ministry of Magic to your right, then." said the driver, turning in his seat. "Erm… will you be wanting help, Ma'am?"
"No, thank you." said McGonagall who was looking a pale green color. She opened the door and stepped out, looking a bit wobbly. When the driver took off, she leaned over to Harry. "I don't much care for those cars. Nor the Knight Bus. I offered to Transfigure a page into a Magic Carpet, but Dumbledore wouldn't hear of it. He said it was much to cold for a carpet flight."
Harry grinned a bit. He'd never ridden on carpet before, and, at the speed the Ministry Car driver was going, he would have rather taken another Thestral.
"Right," said McGonagall, straitening her robes, "we'd better get going. Come along, Potter." She walked to the familiar telephone booth and opened the door. She ushered Harry inside and shut the door after she'd gotten inside as well. McGonagall reached for the phone and picked it up. With her other hand, she dialed 6-2-4-4-2.
The recognizable cool voice of the lady filled the phone booth.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business."
"Minerva McGonagall, teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, escorting Harry Potter, a student at the same name given. Potter has been summoned for the trial of Philberta Bradwer Frost."
"Thank you. Visitors, please take the badges and attach them to the front of your robes." replied the voice. Two bright badges shot out of the coin slot and both he and McGonagall grabbed their own and pinned them on, just as before.
"Visitors to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wands for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium."
"Yes, yes, we know. Get on with it!" said McGonagall impatiently.
"Thank you." said the voice coldly and the phone booth shuddered and the floor began to descend. It was hardly as thrilling to Harry a second time and he didn't have much to look at. McGonagall stood there, hands clasped behind her back. Finally, the floor shuddered to a halt.
"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the female's voice more stiffly. The door to the phone booth opened up and Harry and McGonagall stepped out. Harry headed for the wand inspection desk as he and Mr. Weasley had done before. McGonagall grabbed his shoulder.
"I have written permission from Dumbledore that says that we are to go without a wand search. It clears up some time to see if we can find Miss. Chang."
Harry's heart skipped a beat in hearing Cho's name. He'd forgotten that she might attend the trail.
"Isn't Dumbledore's name mud around here now?"
"Not as much as last year since the sight of You-Know-Who."
Harry nodded and began searching around. Sure enough, within the next ten seconds, Harry heard his name called from across the Atrium, near the Floo Powder portals.
"Harry!"
Harry turned in time to be jumped on and hugged. Cho's hair flew into his mouth as she squeezed him tighter. Finally, she let go.
"Oh, Harry! I'm so glad that you're alright! I was so worried when, well, when I could remember what happened. They told me that you were under close care at Hogwarts, but they never said if you had actually made it! Were you hurt much? I hope not. I wasn't too badly. Well, except for the Cruciatus Curse and everything, but other than that, I've only got a few bumps and scrapes. They said that was from the whole shop coming down on us. I don't remember that part, I think I was unconscious. But they said that you'd blocked me and… oh Harry, thank you so much!"
"Breathe, Cho." said Harry, grinning. Cho stopped short of a new sentence and smiled warmly at Harry. She hugged him again and gave him a small peck on the cheek.
"So, were you hurt badly?" she asked again.
"Not horribly." said Harry, attempting to sound a bit braver than he'd felt back in the teashop. "Like you said, just a few bumps and bruises."
"Miss. Chang!" said another voice. A lady dressed in a purple robe with curly red, flyaway hair jogged up. "Please don't run! Remember, you're still on the mend."
"Yes, I'm sorry, Healer Ganymede." said Cho impatiently. She smiled warmly at Harry and then rolled her eyes.
"Well, Philberta's trial is in half and hour, so why don't we find where the room is?" McGonagall cut in.
It only took them all fifteen minutes to find the courtroom. McGonagall seemed to know her way around pretty well, but it must have been a while since she'd been there because she was mumbling about how much it had changed.
"Here it is. Courtroom number two." she said. She straitened her robes and made sure her hat was on strait. Harry and Cho took the hint and straitened their own robes. Harry tried to make his hair lie down flat, but, as always, it remained stubborn. McGonagall then reached up her hand and rapped sharply on the door.
Within a few seconds, there was mumbling from behind the door and a short witch looking much like a bloated toad greeted them. To Harry, seeing this face again was pure torture, for it was none other than Dolores Umbridge. As soon as she saw who was at the door, her toad-like smile vanished instantly.
"Well, hello there, Professor McGonagall." she said sweetly through her own irritation, her obnoxious smile returning quickly. "Mr. Potter… Miss. Chang… and… um-- pardon, but who are you?" she addressed the Healer.
"Healer Ganymede, here to assist Miss. Chang." said Healer Ganymede.
"Did you receive an invitation from the Wizengamot to attend this trial?"
"No." said Healer Ganymede, her voice faltering slightly. "But I got written permission from Mr. Fudge that states-- right there--" she pulled out the letter from a pocket and pointed to a section of it, "--that I may attend if Miss. Chang needs me."
"And she needs you?" Umbridge said, grabbing the letter and holding up to the torchlight as if deciphering whether it were really the Minister's handwriting.
"Dolores, stop this nonsense and let the poor woman in." said an old man with a giant moustache hanging under his nose. "The trial will be starting soon."
Umbridge gave McGonagall one last glare and Harry a poisoned smile before stepping aside and letting the four of them in the room.
The first thing Harry noticed once he entered the room was the same chair in which he'd sat in almost two years ago, positioned in the middle of the room. The chains looked as if they'd been polished of any rust and he was sure that, this time, they would bind the arms of the one who sat in the chair. He looked in the other direction and found the familiar faces of Cornelius Fudge, Percy and even Dumbledore. As he looked around at the rest of them, he saw several that he recognized from his disciplinary hearing. They seemed to have recognized him too, for they were all leaning over and whispering to their colleagues. Among all the faces, however, one stood out to Harry, and gave him more of a shock than ever. Lucius Malfoy was sitting in between a lanky witch and a portly wizard and sneering at Harry.
"What're you doing here?" Harry asked aloud, mortified. Everyone stopped talking.
"I've been cleared of my charges, Potter." Lucius answered. "The Minister was kind enough to give me a second chance. I see now that my actions were wrong and my true loyalty lies with the Ministry. I have been proven innocent."
"But you're not innocent!" Harry shouted. "You're working for Voldemort!"
"Minerva, please control your student." Dumbledore said calmly, his hands folded.
"Professor," said Harry, turning to Dumbledore, "you know he's guilty. You captured him!"
"Now would be a good time, Minerva."
"That's enough, Potter." said McGonagall, taking Harry's shoulder and pulling him along. Before Harry turned away, he gave Lucius a cold look as the Death Eater returned an equally cold sneer.
Harry sat in a chair behind a table where Fudge was sitting. He looked over at the Minister to find that Fudge still held the same dazed look he'd worn for a while. Everyone sat in silence for what seemed like ages. Harry stared at the chair and remembered when he'd been terrified of the prospect of being expelled. Cho sat on his left and McGonagall sat on his right. Healer Ganymede sat at Cho's other side.
A banging from the outside of the door made everyone in the vicinity jump.
"Come in." said Umbridge. Percy began scribbling. The door handle turned and the door creaked open. Instantly, the room filled with a sickening cold that chilled Harry to the bone and made the hairs on the back of his neck lift. Cho gasped and grabbed his arm. Two Dementors entered the room, tall and violent looking. Harry wondered if these were some of the last Dementors that were on their side. He laughed to himself. Since when had Dementors been on their side?
Two slimy and rotting gray hands were extended from the robes, each clasping an arm of Philberta Frost. She looked skinnier than when Harry had seen her in Madam Puddifoot's. Her face was bony and emaciated, and the cheerfulness was gone from her eyes. Her hands were manacled and her robes were torn far beyond the artful tearing in which they had been before. She looked up at the Wizengamot and smiled cheerfully. When she caught Harry's eye, she winked. Harry's insides burned with anger.
The Dementors finally slid over to the chair and one reached in its robes and pulled out a key. It put the key in the lock to Frost's chains and they fell from her wrists. She sat calmly in the chair and wriggled around a bit to find a comfortable spot. As predicted, the chains snaked across her arms, binding her to the chair. She looked unperturbed about this.
Once the Dementors glided over to the corner in which they had been assigned, the Wizengamot broke into conversations.
"Enough, enough." said a cackling voice and Harry looked over to see the oldest man he'd ever seen in his life. He was bald except for a few gray hairs flying around his head. His long nose beaked downwards and his thick glasses magnified his eyes by several times. "Let's get on with this. Shall we begin, Minister?"
"Yes." said the Minister airily.
"Right, then." said the old man again and Harry assumed then that he was the judge. His magnified eyes turned to stare at Frost. "You are Philberta Bradwer Frost, with no current address?"
"I am." said Frost.
"And you have been charged with the manslaughter of twenty-three people, and the near death of four more of those people and the collapse of Madam Puddifoot's Teashop located in Hogsmede on February 14th of this year?"
"If that's why I'm here, I'd say so." Frost said. Harry could hardly stand how cheerful Frost was making herself out to be.
"Yes or no, Philberta?"
"Yes."
"Very well. Now, if the court would please turn their attention, we have two of the four survivors of this catastrophe, Mr. Harry James Potter and Miss. Cho Rose Chang, both students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and both here to witness what they can remember of what happened within the ruined teashop. The two unable to make it to the trial were Professor Severus Snape, a teacher at the same school, and Mr. Barnaby Drake Salamander, another student."
As the old man finished each name, he paused for half a moment to allow Percy time to scribble the information onto his parchment.
"The Judge present is me, Tibulus Terricott, hired by Cornelius Fudge to take over in his illness." said the man, "And the jury present is the Wizengamot."
More scribbling from Percy.
"Now, Philberta, what do you plead?"
"Innocent." Frost said without a pause. The Dementors in the corner shivered a bit. Percy dipped his quill in his ink so fast that the well spilt over his papers and he had to use a vanishing charm to get rid of it.
"Very well." said Tibulus Terricott, peering at her from behind his glasses. "Then please explain your side of the story, Philberta."
Frost sighed.
"Alright. Here's my story." said Frost. "I was in Madam Puddifoots', sitting in the back with Professor Snape."
"What were you doing?"
"I was talking."
"About what?"
"Nothing much," said Philberta dismissively, "just about how school was going. What we were planning to do for O.W.L.s, N.E.W.T.s and exams. Talking about the weather. The usual."
"Very well. Please continue."
"Then Snape decided to go, so he said goodbye, but right before he left, I-- I… I don't know."
"What, Philberta?" Judge Terricott probed.
"Well, I just felt like-- I couldn't remember who I was. Like I was taken over."
"What did you do when you were 'taken over'?" asked Umbridge.
"I don't remember. I just remember waking up somewhere with people surrounding me. Their robes said that they were from the Ministry and they had their wands pointed at me, so I got up and ran. They caught me, though. I was still drowsy. They said I was under arrest for murder. They took me to Azkaban and said I was to await my trial."
"And that's all you remember." Umbridge said.
"Yes."
"Well, her story certainly seems realistic." said Malfoy. "We've had plenty of stories where people are taken over. Miss. Frost, here, seems to have been one of the unfortunate victims."
"I believe that's what happened." said Frost.
"Yes…" said Fudge.
"And her story certainly fits to what we know about what happened." said Umbridge. "Right, Minister?"
"Of course…" replied Fudge.
"Perhaps," Dumbledore cut in, "we should hear from the witnesses. Otherwise, their journeys over here will have gone to waste."
"Don't be silly, Dumbledore." said Umbridge. "Philberta's told us all the facts we need to know."
"And everything that we have yet to learn, Dolores. What happened during Philberta's, what is the proper word for it? Ah, yes-- phase."
"Dumbledore's right, Dolores. We should hear all the sides. 'Tis only fair." said Terricott. "Therefore, I ask Mr. Harry Potter to please sit before us. Dolores, please conjure up a chair for him."
Umbridge pulled out her wand and a rickety old chair appeared to Frost's right hand side.
"Please sit down there, Mr. Potter, so we can see you." said Umbridge. Harry glared at her before standing up from his seat and walking silently to where Umbridge had instructed him to go. In what seemed like forever, Harry sat down and looked at Frost. She smiled and winked. His insides exploded with fury again.
"Mr. Potter." said Terricott. "Please tell us what you remember from the incident."
Harry swallowed and looked around the room. Malfoy was sneering at him. This made Harry even angrier and he began to speak.
"Well, me and Cho went to Madam Puddifoots' to have coffee together and I saw Frost and Snape talking in the corner."
"Did you hear their conversation?" Malfoy asked.
"No." said Harry shortly. "But when Snape stood up and was leaving, Frost stood up and pulled her wand out and pointed it at him."
"What did you do?"
"I told Snape to watch out and ran into him. We both fell down… barely missing Frost's spell."
"Was she saying anything?" Terricott asked.
"Yes," Harry said, "sh-she said 'If you won't be with me, then you won't be with them' or something like that."
"Hm. Interesting. Did she seem taken over at all?"
"What d'you mean?" asked Harry.
"That is to say, did she seem to be in her normal state, a state in which she knew what she was doing."
"Well, yeah." said Harry. Frost shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"Please continue with your story, Mr. Potter." said Terricott.
"Okay. Anyway, she was bouncing spells everywhere. She hit Cho with the Cruciatus Curse--"
There was an audible gasp from around the room and Harry could hear Frost clear her throat uncomfortably.
"Silence. Please continue." said Terricott and the room hushed.
"And so I ran at Frost to get her to stop but-- she flung me back against the wall."
"She was still performing the Unforgivable Curse on Miss. Chang at this time?"
"Yes."
"And she still seemed to be in her normal state?"
"Yes."
"What happened next?"
"I tried to get at her again and she did what my friend Hermione says was the… Inhalation Charm on me."
Another gasp could be heard. Harry ignored it this time.
"Then she said some sort of spell at the ceiling and Dissaparated. The ceiling caved in. I tried to block Cho, but I passed out before the ceiling actually hit us. I ran out of air."
The room was silent except for the gentle sucking sounds coming from the Dementors.
"Is this true, Philberta?" Terricott asked, sounding appalled.
"I-- I…." For the first time, Frost tried to get her hands free from the chains that bound them to the chair. Her eyes were wide with fear behind her half-circle glasses and she stared at Malfoy. He gave her a meaningful look and nodded slightly. Frost stopped fighting with the chains and smiled wickedly.
"Yes!" she said. "Yes, it's true, you puffed up, pinheaded, pixie!"
"Philberta, in all my years!" Terricott said.
"Oh, shut up!" Frost said, now sounding extremely different from her usual cheerful self. "I suppose your next question will be 'Why? Why, Philberta, would you do such a thing?' Well, here it is; The Dark Lord is back, do you hear me? Everyone knows he is, yes, even the Good Old Minister over there!"
Fudge gazed at her, confused.
"I am his most loyal servant and to prove myself, I tried to get Snape to rejoin us! He wouldn't! He said his-- his-- loyalty-- rested with you moronic lot! So I made him pay, right through his bulbous nose!"
By this time, Harry had already stood up and backed away from Frost quickly. He looked over at Malfoy, who was smiling. Then, Harry turned his attention back to Frost, who was fighting to get rid of her bindings. They hissed at her as she pulled.
"There are two sides of this war-- your dim-witted side and the side of the Dark Lord. If you're not with him, you're against him. Do you hear me? You're all going to die!"
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Whew! Another chapter down! I was getting really into this one. It was extremely hard, writing the court scene, 'cause I wasn't sure if she should have pleaded guilty and been found guilty or pleaded innocent and found guilty. I hope you all liked it!
Review time!
Fern- No, thank YOU!
Mrriddler- sinks back in chair and sighs happily You have no idea how happy I am that you sent me nice criticism! It seems that every time someone sends me criticism these days, it's always mean. But yours didn't seem like that. It was friendly and I really appreciate that. Okay, on to the actual review. LOL. 'It's clearly written by someone who's passed 4th grade English.' You are correct; I have passed 4th grade English as well as 5th-9th grade English and I am now in an advanced Literature class. Just to let you know! I can see what you mean about the how I am not sure whether I want it to be 'dark' but 'light'. I can tell you, I've had a hard time with that. Any suggestions? Thanks so much for the review!
Ellen- I'm glad you had a good time at ODS! Frost evil. Got it. LOL!
FrodoBeutlin- How was that?
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Lilly tiger- I'm hoping Fleur will get better.
Nienna- Thanks! Oh, poor Nienna! I'm glad you liked the Hagrid part.
Black- If you'll kindly read the note at the bottom of chapter 1 and notes all the way through the story, you will find that I apologize endlessly for the underlining. It took me nearly a month and a half to figure out how to fix it. But please read the notes before asking. Most of the time, I will have an answer there. Thanks!
Facil Glow- OMG! How did you know it was a Dell? I'm serious! It was! Are you psychic? Tell me, will I meet Orlando Bloom in the future? LOL!
DKRW- Yes, I fixed the underlining FINALLY! It was so hard! My mom suggested re-typing the whole thing, but I didn't want to! That's twelve pages to re-type! So I finally found a way! Hooray! I'm really glad you like this story! Thanks for the help. I totally forgot about the whole 'Happy Christmas', 'Merry Christmas' thing. I'll TRY to remember to fix that if I have time. Please keep reviewing!
Kiara32- Yo, Kiki! Sorry. I always tend to give people nicknames out of the blue. I'm glad my writer's block has been cured. I guess the best way to cure writer's block is to just sit down and force yourself to write. Then, you'll get back into the swing of things. That's how it is for me! Maybe it'll work for you! If I see Harry anytime soon, I'll give him a hug for you checks calendar actually, I have lunch with him in a week! Just kidding. I wish I did, though!
Ophidia-black- Ophi, Ophi, Ophi! That's hard to type really fast! I'm glad you didn't doubt my sincerity on the gay matter! I just have random spurts of happiness and have to get it out somehow. I know, I'm weird, but what is life if you're not a little strange? Thanks, buddy! LOL!
Starsmiles- I'm glad you're happy that Cho's alright! Was the hearing as exciting as you thought it would be? I hope so. Let me know!
Mei1105- Frost is evil, isn't she? But I am so proud I made up such a good character! I'm not trying to sound egotistical, but I just love how her name fits with who she is. I have a picture drawn of her. Maybe I can find a way to post it on my bio page, so everyone can see!
Mistopurr- I hope you post your story soon! I'm dying and I check your bio page every day to see if it's up! Yay! Misto makes me happy! I was hoping someone would catch the magic teapot and tea! I should have known you'd be the one to get it!
Padfoot's Godchild- Why wouldn't Harry be miserable all the time? He's lost so many people, Padfoot, for example. I'm sorry you don't like Harry/Cho (which this isn't) but I really like her character. She's fun to write. And I like to post reviews for several reasons; one, I like to meet new people and if I communicate with them, I get to talk more, two, I like nice criticisms, so I'll review to people about their reviews. Three, what's the point of getting reviews if you don't reply to them? Four. You asked several questions and the only way I can reply to those questions is by replying via I can't do it any other place, because there is no other place. I'm sorry if it bothers you, but just ignore it if it does. Please read the note dated 'April 17, 2005' at the bottom of chapter one. It was there before the underlining was fixed, so I advise you read the notes before you ask the questions. Thanks for reviewing.
Cloak of Light in General- Thanks! I'm SO close to the best part in the story! I'm really excited to start writing it! Dude! That is so creepy! We're twins! LOL! This year, I was involved in the school plays by being in the pit. And next year, I plan to try out for leading roles! WOW! Scary!
Trinityelf- LOL! Both you and Ellen put 'Frostevil'! AHHHH! You're probably screaming 'NOOOOO!' at this point in time, but I think it's funny! Sorry! snigger
SiriusLeeBlack09- Lol! Like Hermione said, it's just fair to give her a trial. Judging by your name, you probably wished that Sirius would have had a fair trial… or an actual trial at that! I'm liking the new name!
JeanieBeanie33- Thanks! I thought it was sweet of Hagrid as well. His character flows really well for me, and I'm glad the way that that part turned out. Talk to you later!
Trojan Horse- Here it is!
Wytil- We only have one oboe player in our band and he's pretty good. We had two last year, but she quit to focus more on Basketball looks appalled at the thought that Basketball might be more important than Band. Thanks for the review!
TankerMDK- In chapter 25, you said something along the lines of something not mattering and it sounded as if you were saying it about my story. Check it out if you want to and if you do, please tell me what was up. What was 'pointless'? Yes, I'll have some tea, thank you.
Gogglehead Lover- Thanks! I totally believe in Ron/Hermione. I think that they will be the ones to get together. But the thing is is that I can't see them doing it, so I'm not sure if I should have them get together in story 7. Any ideas? What do you think?
SmartEagle- YAY! I'm so happy you liked it! When is your next story coming out?
Well, that's all the reviews for now! Quite a few! My back now hurts from bending over my keyboard so long! LOL! Thanks for the reviews. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up. I'd better start typing it first! LOL… again!
May broomsticks be in your dreams!
Luv,
Legolas-gurl88
Next chapter: Will Frost be found guilty or innocent? The last Quidditch match (which probably won't last as long) but it's between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Exams are coming close, so Harry'd better start planning what will be in his exam. A new D.A.D.A. teacher shows up and something surprising happens during Occlumency!
Note: I'm SO thrilled! Including the next chapter, I only have three more chapters until the exciting part! I can't wait! Finally, all the people who have been yearning for Merlin stuff will get their wish!