[a/n-1]To polarbear20000's query of McG seeking a pay raise from Hogwarts' governors for her many extra duties. That's probably built in. There are 3 other Heads. Prestige is nice, but show me the GGs. If not, the most likely outcome from the Board as it exists of such a demand, is a pink slip.

[a/n]There were multiple double entendres offered about me 'Snuck Susan in.' Let me say none was intended, and I don't think Ron would've referred to her breast features during an argument.[ahh, oops]

[a/n]This isn't a sequel to #58, but a different outcome.

Harry Does Different CDLXXXIVc

CruciLoo 2

"Crucio!" the blond Slytherin knew he was outclassed, and it infuriated him.

The raven-haired Gryffindor ducked into a stall and taunted "Shitty aim Malfoy! Try again!"

"You can't beat me, Potter!" was the retort. Followed quickly by "Crucio! Crucio!"

Almost as easily, dodging the first, but the periphery of the second jet of purple caught Harry. It was painful, naturally, but it fell short of his prior experience with the torture spell. However, he was full of fury "I guess you need to mean it, Malfoy!" the Gryffindor returned "CRUCIO!"

"Eh! Gah! YEEEE!" the Slytherin curled into a fetal position and cried "YOW! Mercy Potter!" Then using the distraction to scramble toward his fallen wand.

Feeling oddly gleeful, Harry's face took on an evil grin. "Expelliarmus!" Banished Draco's wand toward a sink, and was followed by another "Crucio!" then again.

"Avada Kedavra!" it wasn't bad enough having to look at a doppelganger of that lousy Potter git for four years. But now the brat was tormenting his Godson. Severus felt so justified, he even fired again, just to be sure "Avada Kedavra!"

The pain was infinitely worse than what Harry had felt under the Dark Lord's curse. He shimmered and glowed green. And howled in agony. Harry's awareness didn't extend far enough to know someone else was too.

Abcij

"Uhhh my headdddd!" the patient groaned, looking around, not quite able to focus "Mione? Tha'u?"

While she was present, from the direction of his gaze came a most offended "Indeed not! Pius Thicknesse. Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It is highly irregular, however, necessary I feel. One dead, two Cruciatus victims. I require answers."

"Ease up git!" complained a redhead.

Having received his glasses, Harry said "Thanks Ron. You too Madam Pomfrey. Mr. Thicknesse, sir, I'll be glad to tell you what I can. I suspected that Draco Malfoy was up to something and fo- -"

"Up to what?" the official interrupted.

The patient shrugged "Some weird things have been going on this year. That's saying something. Anyway, I followed Malfoy to the loo. All I did was shout his name from barely inside and he attacked. Looked like a stunner, but I'm not totally sure. I shielded and fired back."

"By what right?" demanded Thicknesse coldly.

Though not as keenly as a particular redhead, Harry suddenly mourned the loss of Madam Bones. In like tone he countered "Heard of self-defense?"

"This is merely an inquest so far, Pius." Dumbledore cut in "Let's keep it civil. Harry, this is a high official. Continue please."

After a curt nod, the student did so "Everyone knows I'm better than Malfoy, so when I got the upper hand he shot a Cruciatus at me. I dodged- - -"

Thicknesse interrupted "Then the young victim committed no crime. I - -"

"Don't you ever shut up?" Harry snapped at him "Now, before I was so rudely interrupted. Yeah, the first missed, but the third one hit me. Just because Malfoy, isn't very good at it …like Voldemort for instance… won't keep him out of Azkaban."

The Director wasn't impressed "How do you account for the presence of the same spell residue in your wand? Or the killing of Professor Severus Snape?"

"What? What? What?" stammered Harry, looking genuinely stunned "How could I? I never saw him. When was he there?"

Knowing her friend was uninformed, Hermione rapidly reported "Professor Snape came in behind you. His wand was last used to cast the Killing Curse."

"Your input was not asked for, girl!" Thicknesse snapped at her.

Seeing her flinch, Harry slapped the bed "Maybe you don't think I needed to know! Leave her out of this! Ron, you and me can cheer later. Now, what about Snivilus?"

"Respect for the dead, Harry." Scolded Dumbledore.

The patient's anger spiked "Fuck him! Now, I never saw Snivilus, so he must have done it at my back. Death Eater coward! Am I glad he's dead? Hell yeah. Did I kill the git? No. I bet you can prove I didn't just by checking my wand."

"We did." The Director seemed almost gleeful "And …of ENORMOUS interest… is the presence of a Cruciatus on your wand. How do you account for that?"

Harry shrugged "I don't. I can't. How do you account for a dead Snivilus? What wand has the AK on it?"

"This persistent grudge against a dead - -" the Headmaster began another complaint.

Harry elbowed the pillow behind him and half-screamed/half-sobbed "Fuck him! And FUCK YOU TOO! HE never shut up about my DEAD FATHER!" From that explosion, he turned back to the Director "YOU can't prove WHO killed Snivilus! And you can't prove I Crucioed The Ferret!"

"I think that is MORE THAN ENOUGH!" Madam Pomfrey roared into the fray "out. Out! OUT! EVERONE OUT!"

Abcij

An exasperated Ron rolled his eyes. In the privacy of his four-poster bed, he said "Alright, Mione, that's every privacy ward I know. The only ones who could get in are Fred and George. Now! Can I ask?"

"I will Ronald." The teenage witch looked a bit uneasy in the boys' dorm, but had insisted, so here she was "We both have the same question. Did Harry cast the Cruciatus on Malfoy?"

The redhead looked her square in the eye "You saw how pissed he was."

"Don't dissemble, Ronald." She sighed "Maybe Harry did not lie, but he evaded Director Thicknesse's questions. At any time he could have offered a straightforward yes or no."

Expressionless, he queried "Do we care?" And before she had a chance "I mean it. There's already proof Malfoy used it on him. Dumbledore SAID so. Is there any doubt in your mind that Malfoy used it first. That's assuming Harry even did. The only thing we KNOW is his wand was USED to cast it. Is that proof HE did?"

"Strictly speaking …..noooooo." Hermione was visibly conflicted "About the only way to know …is…ask."

To this, Ron nodded "Sure. And then we get called in to testify at some trial. Why don't we agree to ask him on February 30, 2200?"

"There's no such- - -" she stopped herself and frowned in thought "I get your point. So be it."