The Will of Albus Dumbledore
He found himself walking along a mountain road in the cool, blue light of dawn.
Far below, among the mist, was a small town. Was the man he sought after down there? The man he needed so desperately that he thought little of everything else, the man who held the answer to his current problem….
"Hey, wake up!"
Arthur opened his eyes and found himself lying in bed with Mike cuddled against him, looking at him with concern. Arthur looked around their room to see that the sun hadn't risen yet, making it full of shadows with both Athena and Fawkes still asleep.
His scar was also prickling.
"You were muttering in your sleep."
"What did I say?" Arthur asked as he and Mike sat up against the headboard.
"You kept repeating Gregorovitch over and over." Mike replied.
Arthur frowned at this. He remembered that name. He heard Ollivander speak of him.
"He's a wandmaker. Ollivander spoke of him when he examined Krum's wand." He said to Mike, who frowned as well, leaning forward from the headboard.
"Why would you repeat his name?"
"Because I think Voldemort is looking for him. I think because our wands are twins, this prevents him from trying to kill me. It's why he captured Ollivander, to try and figure a way around this, hence him using Lucius' wand. He must've told Voldemort, after being tortured, that Gregorovitch might have answers."
"How long do you think it'll take for him to find Gregorovitch?" Mike asked.
"I have no idea, but I just hope he doesn't find him soon, because I dread what he'll do to him." Arthur said.
The two sat in bed silently for several minutes before Mike spoke.
"Well, I don't know about you, but happy birthday." He then kissed Arthur, the two making out until they needed to breathe.
Arthur smirked at the fact that he was now seventeen years old. He instantly grabbed his wand from the bedside table and performed the Bubble Spell, shooting a stream of bubbles from the tip of his wand.
He then tested the Levitation Charm on various items, which entertained Fawkes and Athena as they awoke.
"I gave you my first gift with that kiss. Here's the second." Mike said, leaning over the side of the bed and pulled out a purple paper bag. He handed it to Arthur, who looked in to find brownies.
"I made them myself." Mike said as Arthur grabbed one and took a bite. He closed his eyes and moaned in delight from how delicious it was, as well as the fact that it was melting in his mouth with gooey milk and white chocolate chips adding some variety and flavour.
After eating two of them, deciding to save the rest for later, the two entered the kitchen and found a pile of presents waiting on the table. Both Rob and Monsieur Delacour were finishing their breakfast while Martha stood chatting to them over the frying pan.
"Ben and Sam told me to wish you a happy seventeenth birthday." Martha beamed at Arthur. "They had to leave early for work, though they'll be back for dinner. Mine and Ben's present is on top."
Arthur and Mike sat down as the former took the square parcel she indicated and unwrapped it. It was a watch like the one she and Ben gave to David on his seventeenth, confirming that it's a tradition. It was gold and had stars circling round the face instead of hands.
"It's tradition to give a wizard a watch when they come of age." Martha said anxiously, watching him from beside the cooker. "It isn't new, though. It actually belonged to my brother, Brian. He wasn't too careful with his possessions, but -"
Her speech ended when Arthur got up and hugged her tightly, trying to put a lot of unsaid things in the hug, which she understood, since she patted his cheek when he released her.
"Happy birthday, Arthur!" Chrys said as she, David and Mary hurried into the kitchen with their presents.
Arthur first opened David's which was a pair of duelling gloves, which had armour pieces on it.
"Think of it as extra protection." David told him.
He then opened Chrys', which was a new Sneakoscope.
And Mary's was a pack of Fudge Flies.
The other packages contained an enchanted razor from Rob and Fleur.
"Ah yes, zis will give you ze smoothest shave you will ever 'ave." Monsieur assured him. "But you must tell it clearly what you want… ozzerwise you might find you 'ave a leetle less hair zan you would like…."
Then there was the chocolates from the Delacours, an enormous box of the latest Merlons' Magical Merchandising merch from Jack and Kevin.
The quartet decided to go into Arthur and Mike's room, Arthur having help in carrying his presents as well.
"You should know that we're nearly packed for when we leave. I'll pack these for you and some pieces of clothing that have just dried." Chrys explained.
The rest of the day was fairly normal for someone who's become of age, including the arrival of Kenny, who still maintained a buzzcut and Arthur greeted him eagerly.
Since Arthur's birthday dinner would stretch the kitchen to its breaking point with the arrival of Kenny, Lupin, Tonks and Hagrid, several tables were placed in the courtyard outside.
Jack and Kevin bewitched a number of green lanterns, all with a larger number '17' on them, hanging in midair over the guests.
With Martha's ministrations, Kevin's wound was neat and clean, though it would take getting used to with the dark hole on the side of his head.
Chrys made green and gold streamers erupt from the end of her wand, draping everyone artistically as well as the courtyard around them.
"Nice." David said. "You really have a knack for that kind of magic."
"Thanks, David." She replied, looking very pleased with herself.
"Out of the way!" Martha sang as she came through the door to the library, a large beach ball sized Snitch floating in front of her. It was Arthur's birthday cake, being suspended by her wand.
When it landed in the middle of the table, Arthur told her "It looks amazing, Martha."
"Oh, it's nothing, dear." She said fondly.
By seven o'clock, every guest had arrived, being led into the manor by the twins. Hagrid honoured the occasion by wearing his best, yet horrible, hairy brown suit. While Lupin smiled as he shook Arthur's hand, Arthur felt like he was unhappy, which was odd, since Tonks seemed radiant in comparison.
"Happy birthday, Arthur." She said, hugging him tightly.
"Seventeen, eh!" Hagrid said as he accepted a bucket sized glass of wine from Jack. "Alrigh', you three?"
"We're fine." Mike replied. "You?"
"Ar, not bad. Bin busy, we got some newborn unicorns, I'll show yeh when yeh get back -" Arthur avoided the others' gaze while Hagrid rummaged through his pocket. "Here, Arthur - couldn' think what ter get yeh, but then I remembered this."
He pulled out a small, slightly furry drawstring pouch with a long string, meaning it was to be worn around the neck.
"Mokeskin. Hide anythin' in there an' no one but the owner can get it out. They're rare, them."
"Thanks, Hagrid!" Arthur grinned, seeing that this will be very useful.
"S'nothin'." Hagrid said, with a wave of a dustbin sized hand. "An' there's Kenny! Always liked him - hey! Kenny!"
Kenny approached with a grin.
"Hi, Hagrid, how are you?"
"Bin meanin' ter write fer ages. How's Norbert doin'?"
"The Norwegian Ridgeback?" Kenny laughed. "She's named Norberta."
"Wha - Norbert's a girl?"
"Yep, females are more vicious, as Arthur knows." Kenny replied, making Hagrid turn on Arthur.
"Yer didn' tell me?" He demanded.
"I forgot to tell you! A lot happened in my fourth year." Arthur pointed out.
Suddenly, a streak of light came flying from the direction of the pathway and in front of the table, where it resolved into a bright silver gorilla, speaking with Ben's voice.
"Minister for Magic coming with me and Sam."
The Patronus then dissolved into thin air, leaving Fleur's family peering in astonishment where it vanished.
"We shouldn't be here." Lupin said at once. "Arthur - I'm sorry - I'll explain another time -"
He seized Tonks' wrist and pulled her away, vanishing from sight when they left the courtyard. Martha looked surprised.
She didn't even say anything because a second later, Ben and Sam appeared just outside the courtyard with Rufus Scrimgeour, who was instantly recognisable by his mane of grizzled hair.
The three newcomers all entered as everyone at the table sat in silence, watching them come closer. When Scrimgeour was in range of the lantern light, Arthur noticed how he looked much older than the last time they met, scraggy and grim. No doubt things have been hard for him as Minister.
"Sorry to intrude." Scrimgeour said, limping to a halt before the table. "Especially as I can see that I am gatecrashing a party."
His eyes lingered for a moment on the giant Snitch cake.
"Many happy returns."
"Thanks." Arthur said coldly.
"I require a private word with you." Scrimgeour went on. "Also with Mr Michael McGonagall, Mr David Merlon and Miss Chrysanthemum Ranger."
"What?" Mike said, looking and sounding surprised. "Why us?"
"I shall tell you that when we are somewhere more private." Scrimgeour said. "Is there such a place?" He demanded from Ben.
"The sitting room. They'll lead you there." Ben replied stoically, showing that he wasn't pleased with him being here.
"There will be no need for you to accompany us, Benjamin." Scrimgeour then said.
Arthur saw Ben share a grim look with Sam and Martha as he, Mike, David and Chrys stood and led the way into the manor and to the sitting room in silence. The four were worried that Scrimgeour learned of their plan to drop out of Hogwarts.
Said Minister didn't speak as they made their way through the large library and into the sitting room.
Compared to the soft, gold evening light outdoors, it was dark in the sitting room, which made Arthur flick his wand at the oil lamps and the fireplace as they entered, illuminating the cosy and expansive room.
Scrimgeour sat himself on an armchair that was among another and the two sofas that surrounded a coffee table. The four sat on the sofa to Scrimgeour's right, Arthur sitting the closest to him.
Once they all sat down, Scrimgeour spoke.
"I have some questions for the four of you, and I think it will be best if we do it individually. If you three…" He pointed at Arthur, Mike and Chrys. "...can wait outside, I will start with David."
"Either you speak to all of us together, or you don't talk to any of us, period." Arthur said fiercely.
Scrimgeour gave him a cold, appraising look. Arthur knew he was pondering whether it was worth opening hostilities this early.
"Very well, then, together." He said with a shrug, clearing his throat. "I am here, as I'm sure you know, because of Albus Dumbledore's will."
"What?" Arthur said as he and others looked at one another, surprised by this.
"A surprise, apparently! You were not away, then, that Dumbledore had left you anything?"
"All of us?" David asked.
"Yes, all of -"
"Dumbledore died over a month ago!" Arthur cut him off. "Why has it taken this long to give us what he left us?"
"It's obvious." Mike said before Scrimgeour could reply. "They wanted to examine what he left us. You had no right to do that!" He then said, his contempt present in his voice.
"I had every right." Scrimgeour said dismissively. "The Decree for Justifiable Confiscation gives the Ministry the power to confiscate the contents of a will -"
"That law was meant to stop wizards from passing Dark artefacts!" Chrys corrected him. "And the Ministry is supposed to have powerful evidence that the deceased's possessions are illegal before seizing them. You seriously thought Dumbeldore tried to pass us something cursed?"
"Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Ranger?" Scrimgeour asked.
"Perhaps. Regardless, I'm hoping to do actual good in the world!" Chrys retorted.
Scrimgeour glared at her in silence until Arthur spoke.
"Why have you decided to let us have our things now? No more pretexts to keep them?"
"No, it'll be because the thirty-one days are up." Chrys said. "They can't keep the objects longer than that unless they can prove they're dangerous."
"Would you say you were close to Dumbledore, David?" Scrimgeour asked, ignoring Chrys.
"You can say that." David replied, not being truthful as he and Dumbledore hardly spent time, but he knew that Scrimgeour wanted a different answer: the truth of his relationship with Dumbledore.
Scrimgeour glared but moved past this as he put his hand inside his cloak and drew out a drawstring pouch much larger than the one Hagrid gave to Arthur.
From within it, he pulled out a scroll of parchment, which he unrolled and read aloud.
"'The Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore'... yes, here we are… 'to David Franklin Merlon, I leave my Deluminator, in the hope that he will remember me when he uses it.'"
Scrimgeour took from the bag an object that Arthur was familiar with, having seen Moody use it once. It looked like a silver cigarette light, but Arthur knew that it was able to suck all light from a place and restore it, all in a click.
Scrimgeour leaned forward, handing it to David, who took it and turned it over in his fingers in stunned awe.
"That is a valuable object." Scrimgeour told David as he watched him. "It may even be unique. Certainly it is of Dumbledore's own design. Why would he have left you an item so rare?"
"I have no idea. I didn't even know he had such an item." David replied, shaking his head.
"Dumbledore must have taught thousands of students." Scrimgeour persevered. "Yet the only ones he remembered in his will are you four. Why is that? To what use did he think you would put his Deluminator, Mr Merlon?"
"Other than putting out lights, I have no clue." David replied sternly.
After squinting at him for a moment or two, Scrimgeour turned back to Dumbledore's will.
"'To Miss Chrysanthemum Amelia Ranger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.'"
He then pulled out a small book from the bag, a book that looked as ancient as the copy of Secrets of the Darkest Art upstairs. Its binding was stained and peeling in places. Chrys took it from Scrimgeour wordlessly. She then had it on her lap, gazing down at it. Arthur saw that the title was in runes, which he never learned how to read, though Chrys would know.
"Why do you think Dumbledore left you that book, Miss Ranger?" Scrimgeour asked.
"He knew that I liked books." She replied, holding back tears in a thick voice.
"But why that particular book?"
"I don't know, I've never heard of it until now. He must've thought I'd enjoy it."
"Did you ever discuss codes, or any means of passing secret messages, with Dumbledore?"
"No." Chrys said sharply. "If the Ministry hasn't found any hidden codes in this book in thirty one days, then I won't."
Scrimgeour ultimately turned back to the will.
"'To Michael Robert McGonagall, I leave my personal diary from my earlier years, hoping he would find some insightful and worthy lessons for how he would live his life.'"
He pulled out an ancient diary that had a lock on it that looked to be a four digit combination lock. He handed it to Mike, who had the most confused look on his face.
"Do you know why Dumbeldore would leave you his diary, Mr McGonagall? Did you have a personal relationship with him?" Scrimgeour asked him.
"I did, since my mum is a friend and colleague of his, but not so personal that he'd tell me anything about his earlier life." Mike replied with a frown.
Seeing he won't get answers, he turned back to the will.
"'To Arthur Richard Pendergast, I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill.'"
Scrimgeour pulled out the walnut sized golden ball with its silver wings fluttering feebly. Arthur frowned in confusion. Why would Dumbeldore leave him something like a Snitch?
"Why did Dumbledore leave you this Snitch?"
"I have no clue." Arthur replied honestly. "I guess to remind me of perseverance and skill, as the will said."
"You think this is a mere symbolic keepsake, then?"
"Yes. What else could it be?"
"I'm asking the questions." Scrimgeour said. Dusk was now falling outside.
"I notice that your birthday cake is in the shape of a Snitch. Why is that?"
Mike laughed at him derisively.
"It's only a Snitch because Arthur's the best Seeker Hogwarts has known in a long time." He said. "It's not some secret message from Dumbledore that is hidden in the icing!"
"I don't think there's anything in the icing." Scrimgeour said. "But a Snitch would be a very good hiding place for a small object. You know why, I'm sure?"
Arthur had no clue, but Chrys did, as she said "Because they have flesh memories."
"Correct." Scrimgeour said. "A Snitch is not touched by bare skin before it is released, not even by the maker, who wears gloves. It carries an enchantment by which it can identify the first human to lay hands upon it, in case of a disputed capture. This Snitch…" He held up the golden ball. "...will remember your touch, Pendergast. It occurs to me that Dumbledore, who had prodigious magical skill, whatever his other faults, might have enchanted this Snitch so that it will open only for you."
Arthur knew right away that it won't open on his touch when he grabs it. He remembered how he caught the Snitch on his first ever match, a rather memorable catch.
"You don't say anything." Scrimgeour said. "Perhaps you already know what the Snitch contains?"
"I don't." Arthur replied, not being able to think of anything small enough to hide inside the Snitch.
"Take it." Scrimgeour said quietly.
Arthur met the Minister's yellow eyes, knowing he had no choice but to do as he was told, knowing he'd be very disappointed.
And so he held his hand out and Scrimgeour leaned forward, placing the Snitch slowly and deliberately into Arthur's palm.
Nothing happened, as Arthur knew as he closed his fingers around it with its tired wings fluttering until they were still. Everyone gazed avidly at the partially concealed ball, like they were hoping it would transform.
"How dramatic." Arthur said coolly, making Mike, David and Chrys laugh.
"So, is that it?" Mike asked.
"Not quite." Scrimgeour said, now looking bad tempered. "Dumbledore left you two other bequests, Pendergast."
"What are they?" Arthur asked.
"The journal and sword of Godric Gryffindor." Scrimgeour said, not bothering to read from the will.
All four stiffened, especially Arthur. His ancestor also had a journal? He looked around for a sign of said book and the ruby encrusted hilt, yet Scrimgeour didn't pull the journal and sword out from the leather pouch, which was too small to carry them, anyway.
"Then where are they?" Arthur snarled suspiciously.
"Unfortunately, both the sword and journal are not Dumbledore's to give away. The sword of Godric Gryffindor, in particular, is an important historical artefact, and as such belongs -"
"To Arthur!" Mike snapped hotly. "It and the journal are rightfully his! He's the Heir of Gryffindor, his descendant, as well as Arthur Pendragon's! You can't keep them away from him!"
Scrimgeour glared as he scratched his badly shaven cheek, scrutinising Arthur, who was glared at him with utter venom, and ignoring Mike.
"Why do you think -?"
"Dumbledore wanted me to have the sword and journal?" Arthur growled, holding himself back from using his Animagus form on him. "Maybe he thought it would look good on my wall and I would have enjoyment with the journal."
"This is not a joke, Pendergast!" Scrimgeour growled back. "Was it because Dumbledore believed that only the sword of Godric Gryffindor could defeat the Heir of Slytherin? Did he wish to give you that sword, Pendergast, because he believed, as do many, that you are the one destined to destroy He Who Must Not Be Named?"
"That's quite the theory." Arthur said. "Did anyone ever stick a sword in Voldemort? Perhaps the Ministry should put some onto that, instead of wasting time stripping down Deluminators, or covering up the fact that a mass breakout happened at Azkaban for a second time! Is that what you've been doing, Minister, shut up in your office? To break open a Snitch? People are dying, and I would have joined them! Voldemort chased me across three counties, he killed Mad-Eye Moody, but there's no word about any of that in the Ministry, is there? And you still expected us to cooperate with you corrupt and incompetent bastards!"
"You go too far!" Scrimgeour shouted, standing up; Arthur did as well. Scrimgeour then limped right up to Arthur and jabbed him hard in the chest with the tip of his wand, singing a hole in his shirt like a lit cigarette.
"HEY!" Mike bellowed, jumping up and reaching for his wand, but Arthur told him "Don't! Don't give him an excuse to arrest us!"
"Remembered you're not at school, have you?" Scrimgeour said, breathing hard into Arthur's face. "Remembered that I am not Dumbledore, who forgave your insolence and insubordination? You may wear that scar like a crown, Pendergast, but it is not up to a seventeen year old boy to tell me how to do my job! It's time you learned some respect!"
"YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING TO EARN IT!" Arthur roared and spat right into his face.
The floor trembled at the same time everyone heard running footsteps. The door to the sitting room slammed open and both Ben and Martha entered.
"What the hell is going on here? Are you attacking Arthur, Minister?" Ben demanded with a stern and stoic expression as he and his wife saw Arthur and Scrimgeour being nose to nose.
Scrimgeour took a couple of steps back from Arthur, glancing at the hole that he made in his shirt. He looked as though he regretted losing his temper.
"It - it was nothing." He growled. "I… regret your attitude." He said as he looked at Arthur full in the face again. "You seem to think that the Ministry does not desire what you - what Dumbledore - desired. We ought to be working together"
"With how you do things? I don't think so. I will never work with the likes of you." Arthur spat.
Scrimgeour's expression hardened before he turned away without another word and limped out of the room to the front door.
Martha hurried after him and stopped at the door, where she looked and then said after a minute or so "He's gone!"
"What the hell did he want?" Ben asked the four as Martha came back.
"To give us what Dumbledore left us in his will." Arthur replied. "They only just released the contents."
Out in the courtyard, over the dinner tables, the four objects that Scrimgeour gave them were passed around hand to hand. Everyone exclaimed over the Deluminator, The Tales of Beedle the Bard and Dumbledore's diary and lamented how Scrimgeour refused to pass the sword and journal, since they're rightfully Arthur's, but none of them could think of a reason why Dumbledore left Arthur an old Snitch.
As Ben examined the Deluminator for the fourth time, Martha said tentatively "Arthur, everyone's hungry, we didn't want to start without you. Shall I serve dinner now."
Everyone ate hurriedly and the party broke up after a hasty 'Happy Birthday' and much gulping of cake.
Hagrid, who was invited to the wedding the following day, was too bulky to sleep in the manor, so he was let to set up a tent in the back.
"Meet us in our room." Arthur told Chrys and David as they helped Martha restore the courtyard to its normal state.
Up in Arthur and Mike's room, Arthur filled up Hagrid's Mokeskink purse, but not with gold, with the items that have the most value to him: the Marauder's Map, the shard of Sirius' enchanted mirror and R.A.B.'s locket. And afterwards, he'll put Dumbledore's diary in it, just to keep it safe.
He pulled the strings tight and slipped the purse around his neck before he sat with Mike, holding the Snitch in his hand, watching its wings flutter feebly.
That was when David and Chrys entered, though quietly as everyone else went tp sleep.
"Muffliato." Chrys whispered, waving her wand at the door.
"Alright, David, show us the Deluminator." She said.
David did as told, holding it up in front of him. He then clicked it, which made the lamp on the bedside table go out at once.
"The thing is…" Chrys whispered in the dark, Fawkes providing a subtle glow with his feathers. "...we could have achieved that with Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder."
There was a small click and the ball of light from the lamp flew back to said lamp and illuminated them all again.
"I still think it's useful. Besides, Dumbledore invented it himself." David said.
"I'm aware, but there has to be more to it than simply turning out the lights." Chrys pointed out.
"You think Dumbledore knew the Ministry would confiscate his will and examine everything he left us?" Arthur asked.
"For sure. Though he couldn't tell us in the will why he left us these things." Chrys replied, looking down at The Tales of Beedle the Bard.
"But it would've been nice for him to leave us a hint when he was alive?" Mike said.
"True. If these were important enough for him to pass them on to us and under the nose of the Ministry, he should've let us know why." Chrys added.
"I'm perplexed as to why he'd leave Arthur an old Snitch." David said.
"I don't know, either. When Scrimgeour made you take it, Arthur, I was so sure something would happen." Chrys said.
"Well, Scrimgeour didn't realise that I didn't catch this Snitch with my hand. Don't you remember?" Arthur replied.
All three looked at each other as a look of realisation came onto their faces.
"You almost swallowed it!" Mike said.
"Exactly." Arthur replied before he pressed his lips onto the Snitch.
It didn't open, which perplexed and left everyone disappointed. But then Chrys cried out.
"There's writing on it!"
Arthur jumped, nearly dropping the Snitch and turned it to see that she was right. Engraved on the smooth golden surface, where seconds beforehand there was nothing, were five words written in the slanting and thin handwriting that Arthur knew to be Dumbledore's.
I open at the close
He barely had time to read them before they vanished again.
"'I open at the close.' What the hell does that mean?" He asked everyone.
The three shook their heads.
They all repeated the words for a while, but none of them could figure out what they meant.
"And there's the sword and journal of Gryffindor." David said finally after abandoning the attempts to decipher the words. "Why would he want Arthur to have them, other than because they're technically his, being his descendant?"
"I have an idea about the sword. I stabbed the Basilisk with it. And when I tried to figure out how Dumbledore destroyed the Horcrux in the ring, he must've used the sword, which had to have been impregnated with Basilisk venom. If only I took it with me when we left Hogwarts!" Arthur groaned.
Everyone was in silence, Mike putting an arm around Arthur to comfort him. Soon, the silence between them broke.
"But what about the diary? Why would Dumbledore give me something this personal? I just don't understand how it can help us with hunting down the Horcruxes." Mike said, holding up said diary.
"Not to mention we can't even open it since we don't know the combination number." David pointed out.
"And there's this book." Chrys said, holding up The Tales of Beedle the Bard. "I never even heard of these."
"Same here." Arthur added.
"We have." Mike said, pointing at himself and David.
"Yeah, they're wizarding children's stories. The Fountain of Fair Fortune… The Wizard and the Hopping Pot… though The Tale of the Three Brothers always seemed too dark to be a children's story, if you ask me."
"It's not surprising. It's like the Grimms' fairy tales with Muggles: Hansel and Gretel, Cinderella, and Rapunzel." Chrys replied.
"Though, they may be different in the original versions." Mike said, reminding everyone that the copy Chrys has was in runes.
"Perhaps there's something Dumbledore knows I'd pick up on." Chrys replied.
Fawkes squawked, making them all look outside and remember what time it was.
"Let's go to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow." Chrys said and both she and David left the room.
"Don't worry, Arthur, you'll get the sword and the journal soon enough, I'm sure of it." Mike reassured Arthur as they started changing into their pyjamas.
"I hope so. Because if I don't, Scrimgeour will regret not giving them to me." Arthur growled.
Even with what we learned what happened to Scrimgeour later, I still don't like him. Especially with how he didn't give Arthur his ancestor's heirlooms. They are rightfully his, no matter what or any goblin says.
