Chapter 6:

As soon as the sic children returned to Ron's house, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley scolded them for going off to do such dangerous things. "How dare you!" Mrs. Weasley cried. "You could have gotten hurt! Or worse!"

"We're sorry, mum!" Ron said. "But Harry is supposed to stop Voldemort. He's the 'chosen one', you know that."

"He has a point, dear," Mr. Weasley admitted. Mrs. Weasley huffed and puffed (and blew the house down. lol just kidding) but gave in and marched back to the kitchen. Mr. Weasley sat down at the table and appeared to be looking over a phone.

"What are you doing?" Violet asked.

"Oh, just trying to figure out how Muggles use these things," Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

"Dad's obsessed with Muggle items," Ron whispered to Violet and rolled his eyes.

"Well… Mr. Weasley, I'm good with mechanical devices," Violet said. "Perhaps I could take it apart and show you how it works. Then I could put it back together. Then you'll know how we use them."

"Violet's an inventor," Klaus told them.

"Really?" Harry asked.

"Yep, the best one I know of," Klaus said.

"So… Sunny's a biter, Violet's an inventor," Ron said. "Then what are you?"

"I'm a reader," Klaus said. Hermione's head perked up at this.

"A reader?" she repeated. Ron chuckled.

"Well, Hermione, it looks like you've found your soul mate," he said. Hermione glared at him and then handed a book to Klaus. It was called Hogwarts: A History.

"Hogwarts is the school of witchcraft and wizardry that we go to," Hermione explained when Klaus gave her a puzzled look. Klaus eagerly opened the book and began to read.

"No, no, no," Violet said as Mr. Weasley reached out to touch something on the torn apart phone. "If you touch that, you'll get electrocuted."

"Electrocuted," Mr. Weasley repeated. "That sounds interesting."

"It's more along the lines of painful," Violet corrected him. She continued to show him the parts of the phone as an owl landed on the windowsill.

"Oh!" Mrs. Weasley said. "Look! We've got some mail! Hm… it's from the Ministry." Harry jerked his head in her direction. "Oh, Harry, it's for you. It's from the Minister of Magic." Harry groaned inwardly and took the letter. It read…

Harry Potter,

I would like you to meet me at Room 411 at St. Mungo's Hospital at 2:00 pm today. That is the room in which the young girl, Amelia Spats, is staying. I need you to tell me exactly what happened at the Muggle school. Bring the five other people that accompanied you, including the baby. I have no idea who the baby and two of your other companions were and I would like to find out. Thank you.

Scrimgeour

Harry sighed and glanced at the Baudelaires. What would he tell him about the Baudelaires? He wasn't just going to give them away and betray them. But Scrimgeour told Harry to bring all of his companions during that fight. So he would simply fake it and tell Scrimgeour that they truly were magic. "Mrs. Weasley, we have to go to St. Mungo's Hospital," Harry said. "The Minister would like to see me. And he wants me to bring Ron, Hermione, and the Baudelaires as well."

"Very well," Mrs. Weasley agreed. "Hermione can Apparate you, now that she has her license." Hermione seemed very eager to do her Apparition skills and quickly nodded.

"Let's go, everyone," Harry said. Violet looked up from the phone that Mr. Weasley was marveling at. She reluctantly got up as Klaus reluctantly put down his book and followed. Ron didn't look to happy about leaving his meal but got up and Sunny scuffled behind them. Once they were outside Hermione grabbed everyone's hand and turned her foot.

Again, everyone was forced into the unpleasant feeling. But then St. Mungo's Hospital was suddenly in front of them and they followed Harry inside. They glanced at the directory sign. The floor they needed to go to was the fourth floor. They hurried there and found room 411. Scrimgeour was already waiting inside. "Ah," he said as the children walked in. "There you are. I've been expecting you. So, where should we start?"

"Well, we saw the Dark Mark above the school," Harry told him. "So we went to make sure the Death Eaters couldn't hurt anybody. It would take too long to contact the Ministry, as you saw. So we went and stopped the Death Eaters before they could hurt anyone. Unfortunately, they were already using the Cruciatus Curse on her." He gestured to the sleeping girl on the hospital bed.

"Right," Scrimgeour said with a sigh. "And who are these people?" Scrimgeour nodded at the Baudelaires.

"Some friends," Harry replied casually.

"Friends, eh?" Scrimgeour said. "And they're magic, right?"

"Of course, sir," Harry responded as though it were ridiculous to think otherwise. Harry nodded to the Baudelaires and they nodded back, brining out their wands.

"Wands mean nothing," Scrimgeour stated. "Show me." The Baudelaires swallowed and hoped with all the luck in their world that they would be able to get out of this mess. Violet and Klaus hesitantly raised their fake wands and gave them a flick. Hermione secretly flicked hers behind her back and two doves appeared. Violet and Klaus knew they weren't magic and guessed that one of their friends had helped them, being the intelligent children they were.

Scrimgeour looked surprised, but nodded and stood up. "Well, good day then. And if you wouldn't mind, I'd like you to talk to this girl. I want to know why the Death Eaters attacked her." Harry nodded as Scrimgeour left the room. He sighed and walked over to the bed. Gently, he shook Amelia and she slowly awoke.

The Baudelaires half expected her to shout, 'What do you want you cakesniffers?' But she did not. She merely looked confusedly around at the six children. "Who are you?" she asked weakly.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry said. "And this is Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire." He gestured to each of them as he said their names. Amelia's eyes grew wide.

"Baudelaires?" she repeated. "A man named Count Olaf is going to come after you!"

"Big surprise," Klaus said grimly. "Wait- how do you know that?"

"Well, it's kind of a long story," Amelia said. "First let me tell you this. I know you knew Carmelita from when you went to Prufrock Prep. with her. Well she's my little sister."