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'Thoughts'

Parseltongue

(Hospital)

Percy, healer Abbott, and Harry arrived at the hospital. She took him to a private room. She made sure to use the less taken paths. She didn't want him hounded by fans and haters. She had been appalled by how the ministry, paper, and most people were acting.

When it first came out that Harry was the fourth champion she didn't believe it. The Goblet of Fire was an ancient piece of magic. A fourteen year old wouldn't have managed to bewitch it into picking him. Then she learned it was true. She believed that he had been framed. Someone had to of done it besides the teen. Her reasoning was the same. What she wanted to know was why his magical guardian hadn't taken him out. He was underage and therefore shouldn't have competed.

The healer had gone to the final event of the tournament. She had seen what happened after the poor boy returned with Cedric's body. Not only did the teen look like he had been bitten by a poisonous creature he was hysterical. While she didn't want to believe the dark lord was back she wasn't about to deny it. Not only that but he could have had a hallucination or his memory altered. Anything could have happened. To her disappointment and anger they decided to deny the boy's claims and harass him. It was appalling.

When she heard about the trial she was pissed. Underage magic wasn't usually dealt that way. It was all for show. She was now glad that it happened. Harry's home life was brought to light. She was pissed that Dumbledore knew and left him there. She was also pissed off that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had been told and they refused to believe the victim and their son. They were so loyal to Dumbledore it was ridiculous.

Once they were in the room she warded the room so that only professionals could get in. "I have to go start the paperwork. I'll be back as soon as I can." She wanted to give the two some privacy before she started.

She left the room. Harry hugged Percy. He hugged the teen back. The redhead couldn't believe it was finally happening. Harry was going to be free from the abuse.

"I can't believe they found out." Harry said.

"Oh Harry. It's a good thing." He assured the teen knowing how ashamed and embarrassed he was.

"If you're sure." He mumbled into his chest.

"I am." He said.

"M'kay." He released the older male and sat on the bed.

"Sorry I haven't sent a letter. I was worried Dumbledore had a redirection spell on you." Percy told him.

"It's fine I understand. You're not the only one who didn't send letters. At least you had a reason other than Dumbledore told you not to." The raven haired teen said.

"They didn't send any letters?" He asked in anger.

"Yup. I was forced to stay with the Dursleys and they got to stay with Remus and his lover. Those two were watched closely so that they couldn't send letters and the others didn't attempt to since Dumbledore said it was too dangerous. I asked Hermione why she didn't try any muggle methods. Said that she wasn't allowed to leave the house. I found out later she was lying. Only I and Remus's lover couldn't leave. The others could as long as a glamour was applied." He explained. "I wasn't supposed to know so that I would stay safely inside. Fred and George told me. They weren't too happy I was lied to."

"I see." He would thank the twins later for helping. "Who taught you what to do at the trial?" He asked.

"Remus and his lover." He answered.

"Ah. I figured the others would have stopped you." The redhead said.

"They tried. The night before we finally were alone so they helped." He told him.

"That's good." He was happy they had managed.

Abbott returned soon after. The two stopped talking. She cast a diagnosis spell and a scroll appeared. To her horror it grew and when it stopped she was pale. She looked it over and Percy was surprised someone could be so pale.

"I'm going to admit you." She said.

"O-okay." Harry wasn't too happy about that and neither was Percy.

Percy stayed with him. He had a house elf pick up Harry's things. He sent a quick message to the minister. After that he talked with the healer and then held Harry's hand and helped him with his homework.

(Ministry)

Figg entered the room with Madam Bones. Both women had a scowl on their face. Madam Bones pointed to the chair. The squib knew better than to argue. Fudge looked at her.

"What is your name?" He asked.

"Arabella Anne Figg." She answered reluctantly.

"Are you a squib?" He asked.

"Yes I am." Her scowl deepened at that.

"Where do you live?" The minister asked.

"Number five Privet Drive." She answered.

"When did you move there?" He asked.

"I've always lived there." Figg lied.

"According to these records she moved in almost thirteen years ago. About a day after he was placed in their care. The previous owner suddenly decided to sell the house that morning and by the afternoon he moved out and that night Figg bought the place and moved in." Madam Bones spoke up. 'That will be investigated.'

"Don't lie again." Fudge warned her. "Why did you move there?"

"Albus asked me to." She once more reluctantly answered.

"Why?" He asked.

"To keep an eye on him." She answered.

"Did you know he was being abused?" He asked.

"No." She lied once more.

"Give her the veritaserum." He ordered. "I'm done with her lies."

"No!" Figg yelled but was ignored.

Another healer had been brought in. He checked her over before giving the struggling woman the potion. Her eyes glazed over. He asked the base questions before he backed away.

"Did you know about the abuse?" The minister asked again.

"Yes." She was forced to answer.

"Did you report it?" He asked.

"No."

"Why not?" He asked, trying to hold in his anger.

"Albus told me not to. He needed the boy loyal to him, dependent on him, and easily manipulated." She said.

"Why?" He asked in shock.

"To be the perfect weapon for when you-know-who raises once more. He would willingly fight and sacrifice himself for the wizarding world." She revealed.

"So you saw the abuse and did nothing?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes."

"Reverse the potion." Fudge waited before continuing. "I hereby find you guilty of child abuse and neglect. You are sentenced to thirty years to life in Azkaban's minimum security cell."

"NO! You can't do this to me!" Figg yelled.

"Oh you'll find that I can." He told her.

She was arrested and dragged away. Fudge then ordered for Dumbldore to be sent in. Too bad that by the end of the day he would be sickened and wished he had paid better attention to the man. The wizarding world was about to be thrown upside down.