Lament
of the Angels:
Amelia
Bones
When I think of you, all I can see is a frightened teenager sitting in a wooden chair, watching an entire courtroom decide his fate for defending himself.
The truth came out in the end, of course, but that's not the point at all. I remember sitting there with the rest of the Wizengamot, watching you as you stood trial.
I remember thinking that you were so very small, and I remember picturing my Susan sitting in that chair, looking just as helpless and frightened and alone and defiant.
I remember seeing the pain, the confusion on your face when Dumbledore left the courtroom without a word, defended you without even glancing your way. A cursory defense, it seemed to me – a kindness done out of necessity, not desire.
I later learned that I was wrong, but I imagine that when you discovered that, it hurt you no less.
I remember Fudge's scorn, Umbridge's derision, Weasley's absolute glee, and I remember wanting nothing more than to close my eyes and disappear. I remember looking at you and wondering what in the world I was doing with my life, if I could be used for things like this…
…petty attacks upon a teen boy.
I remember looking at you and feeling ashamed.
I knew then and there that you had true power.
I credit myself with being a perceptive woman. I always have. But what I realized when I looked at you and felt ashamed – it went beyond perceptiveness.
I looked at you and knew that it wouldn't be Dumbledore who saved us all.
To this day, I don't understand how I realized that. I imagine it was the result of some sort of divine intervention – I would have scoffed at the idea then. But I know better now.
I know Truth.
And you, Harry Potter, play a pivotal role in Truth today.
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Cheers,
LIZ