Disclaimer: How Harry get's off . . . er . . . that doesn't sound right does it?
Loophole
Part One: Hermione or Lies, all Lies
"Harry Potter?" A man in Auror robes asked.
"Yes?"
"Come with me," he said curtly, "you are to be charged with suspicion of illegally using magic. I'd suggest you keep your mouth shut until your trial."
"Yes sir," Harry agreed reluctantly. The next few hours were a blur as Harry was taken to the Ministry holding cells and processed. After he'd been printed and given a number, he was hustled into a small room.
"Hello Harry," Dumbledore said sadly, "bad bit of business isn't it?."
"Yes sir," Harry agreed. "There were . . ."
"I'm well aware that you defended yourself Harry," Dumbledore said with a smile, "and fear not. I believe that I have the situation well in hand."
"That's good to hear," Harry sighed.
"Until then," Dumbledore said with sparkling eyes, "I have a bit of a surprise for you."
"Ron, Hermione." Harry said in shock. "What are you two doing here?"
"Why don't I leave you three alone?" Dumbledore suggested as he left the room.
"Here to show our support mate," Ron said tightly, "it's wrong what they're doing to you. Defend yourself and you bloody get tried for it."
"Harry," Hermione began hesitantly, "do you trust me?"
"With my life," Harry agreed quickly. "Why?"
"Dumbledore is going to speak for you and try to get you off," Hermione said slowly, "I . . . I think you should ask for a delay and if they refuse to grant it then I . . . I could speak for you if you wish."
"Why not Dumbledore?" Ron asked before Harry had a chance to.
"He's a great wizard, but he's not a Barrister." Hermione replied. "He'll use his influence, I can use the law . . . I think. It's up to you Harry."
"I trust you more then I trust him," Harry said simply. "Do whatever you can."
"Thank you Harry," Hermione said gratefully, "I'm gonna need your help Ron."
"I . . ." Ron opened his mouth to object and then closed it with a nod towards Harry. "Sure Hermione."
"Ok," Hermione began. "Ask for a delay, cite section five of the Worth Goode act."
"Right," Harry agreed. It was a much calmer Harry Potter that stood in the court room facing his accusers then would have been the case in another world. "I want a delay," he said with much more confidence then he felt.
"On what grounds?" Fudge sputtered.
"Section five of the Worth Goode act," Harry replied.
"Denied."
"Then pursuant to section fifteen of the Worth Goode act we demand all charges be dropped," Hermione spoke up.
"Have that girl clapped in irons," Fudge demanded.
"According to section six paragraph three of the Holde Goodman treaty, and I quote 'every accused person is permitted to have one Witch or Wizard of good character aid them in their defense.' End quote, are you saying that I am not a Witch of good character Minister?" Hermione asked as she dodged the clumsy hands of one of the Minister's guards.
"You're just a child," Fudge protested.
"The treaty makes no mention of age," Hermione said with a smirk.
"She's right," Amelia spoke up. "Bailiff, escort Ms . . . I'm afraid I don't know your name."
"Hermione Granger, I'm in the same year as your niece Susan."
"Escort Ms. Granger to her client."
"Now then," Hermione said from Harry's side, "I demand that these chains be removed."
"I'm afraid that . . ." Amelia began.
"As they are in violation of several Ministerial decrees including the so called 'Purity Act.' Um . . . excuse me for interrupting Madame Bones."
"Not at all," Amelia said with a smile. She was having more fun watching Fudge and his pets squirm then she'd had in years. "I'll take your word on the rest, but how does it violate the purity act?"
"No un-convicted Pureblood shall be confined," Hermione replied.
"Yes but I thought Mr. Potter's mother was muggleborn?"
"She was made Pureblood by special Ministry Decree 1983-998," Hermione explained. "Which makes Harry a Pureblood as both of his parents were Pureblood."
"Release him," Amelia ordered.
"But Madame Bones," Fudge whined.
"She's right," Amelia said sharply, "unless you wish me to violate the law . . ." Left unspoken was the fact that she would violate his spleen about two seconds after he asked.
"No Madame Bones," Fudge sulked.
"Now then," Amelia turned back to the girl in front of her. "There remain the charges."
"Which should be dropped," Hermione said firmly, "as stated in the Worth Goode act. Even then the charges are without merit for two reasons; One, Harry was acting in self defense. And Two, Harry is a member of the Dark Defense League in good standing and as such he is privileged to do magic any time he wishes."
"Case dismissed then," Amelia agreed cheerfully, "the Ministry apologizes for taking up so much of Mister Potter's valuable time."
"Not at all Madame Bones," Harry said gamely.
"One more thing," Amelia said. "Ms. Granger."
"Yes Madame Bones?"
"Have you ever considered a career with Magical Law Enforcement? We could always use a Prosecutor who's isn't a sycophant."
"I'll consider it Madame Bones," Hermione said with a blush.
"See that you do."
"And Mr. Potter."
"Yes Madame Bones?"
"Members of the Dark Defense League usually go to the front of the pack when we're considering who to hire when we get a new batch of applicants."
"I'll . . . uh . . . consider it too Madame Bones."
"Good." The two children didn't have much of a chance to celebrate their victory before Dumbledore appeared.
"Very good Ms. Granger," Dumbledore said happily, "better then I could do I dare say."
"Mum always said that logic, reason, and the truth are wonderful things." Hermione said with a blush. "Unless you're dealing with the courts. There you'll find that half truths, chicanery, and outright lies will work better."
"Your Mum is a very smart woman then," Dumbledore said. "Happily, my heart nearly stopped when you stood up to speak. If it hadn't then I fear I may have done something rash to spoil your plan. Again, very well done."
"Lies?" Harry asked. "So . . ."
"Honestly Harry," Hermione said with a frown. "Do you really think I had enough time to research everything before your trial?"
AN: Just an idea. I come from a family full of lawyers, I'm sure they'd all fall over themselves screaming about how things are not done this way.
Omake by dogbertcarroll
Harry whispered to Hermione. "So, you just made a bunch of stuff up?"
"Basically. Have you read the wizarding world's legal codes? It's like reading stereo instructions. No, it's worse then that. It's like reading a sex manual written in Latin by a blind and deaf nun and translated into Russian by an irate Frenchman. And speaking of sex manuals we have yet to discuss my fee." Hermione grinned mischievously.
"And mine." Luna added.
"Your fee?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"I helped Hermione prepare her legal brief."
Hermione shrugged. "If you want to confuse someone... I figured she'd be perfect for the job."
"Yes and as her assistant, I am here to claim my ten inches."
"I thought it was ten percent." Harry mumbled.
Luna's dreamy gaze focussed on his waist for a moment with laser sharp intensity. "I always say what I mean."
SlickRCBD
"Honestly Harry, did you really think I could do all that research in just a couple hours?"
"Of course, since I know the time turner you supposedly returned was a fake, and you secretly kept the real one so you could do more studying in the restricted section while having an alibi."
Part 02: Kwikspell or The Other School
Harry walked down Diagon Alley with his thought's whirring. Sirius Black was on the loose and it was very likely that a boy named Harry Potter was his target.
"If only I could do magic," Harry muttered to himself, "then I'd at least stand a chance." Harry continued to sulk until he came across a flier advertising the Kwikspell course, a fully accredited magic school with courses by mail. A smile bloomed on his face as Harry remembered what he'd learned about the course, perhaps things weren't so hopeless after all.
Harry was disgusted, the course was a scam and none of the spells worked and as far as he could tell the 'wand' had been found under a tree, bloody thing still had bark on it. He briefly considered sending the company a demand to get his money back but ultimately decided to let things go, the trouble wasn't worth the three Galleons he'd spent to sign up. For several years, Harry would get the 'lessons' and throw them right into the nearest garbage can without looking for them. He figured that it was the worst purchase of his life, at least he did until his trial.
"And did you willfully cast magic while being underaged and outside of school?" Fudge demanded.
"No."
"What?" Fudge yelled.
"I was in school," Harry said loudly.
"You're trying to convince me that you were in school?" Fudge asked incredulously. "Perhaps you could tell us when they moved Hogwarts to Surrey."
"Wasn't attending Hogwarts," Harry replied.
"I've heard enough," Fudge said in disgust. "Guards take him . . ."
"But I haven't," Amelia interrupted. "Would you mind telling us what school you were attending?"
"Kwikspell correspondence course," Harry replied. "Fully accredited by the Ministry. In fact, I believe the Minister here is the major share holder, aren't you, Minister?
"Thank you Mr. Potter," Amelia said kindly, watching Fudge's face purple out of the corner of her eye. "I don't think we have a choice aside from dismissing the charges and offering our apologies, Minister if you would?"
AN: Might use this concept again some time, perhaps there are courses by mail that aren't useless and perhaps not. moshehim was good enough to contribute one of the above lines.
Part 03, concept and a scene by dbagini: Swap
"Harry."
"What is it Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Good luck," she hugged him in front of the Order, "and have them check your wand."
"But . . ."
"Just do it," She plead. "And remember, you haven't cast a Patronus in ages."
"Okay."
"Promise?"
"I promise," Harry agreed, more then a bit confused by his friend's actions.
Harry listened in horror as Fudge gleefully read the charges against him.
"Check the wand!" yelled Harry, interrupting the bickering adults filling the tiers of the courtroom. "Use Prior Incantato and you'll see that I haven't cast a Patronus for ages."
Several loud minutes, and a reluctant check of the wand later, Harry was cleared of all charges and released.
"Thanks, Hermione," said Harry, handing back her wand and retrieving his own. "Boy am I glad they didn't think to check that it was actually my wand."
"Mister Potter," Amelia's voice stopped Harry before he had a chance to leave, "a word."
"Yes Madame Bones?"
"I was just wondering why your last two spells were the 'vibrating wand charm' and another that's normally used by witches to shave personal areas?"
"Uh . . ." Harry glanced at the rapidly reddening Hermione in astonishment. "Isn't that a bit personal Madame Bones?"
"Giving your girlfriend a 'hand' then," she said with a nod, "that's what I figured. Thank you Mister Potter."
Amelia walked off with a smile happy to have avoided snapping an 'innocent' boy's wand and even happier to have had a bit of fun with a pair of children. Mr. Potter would never believe Ms. Granger's protests and Ms. Granger would know that she owed the Bones family a favor, a win win situation so far as she was concerned.
Omake by: dbagini
What about getting a job that requires the use of magic? In Australia it is possible to get an 'extraordinary' driver's license before you are normally legally able to, if it is necessary for you to be able to get to work (eg no public transport).
"Hi, I'm here about the job," said Harry, holding out the help wanted sign he had taken from the store front.
"Bit young aren't you?" asked the grizzled looking man behind the counter. "Still at school I'll warrant."
"I can do the work, and your sign says all training and permits included," said Harry. "Won't that include a permit allowing me to use magic while I am working?"
"Well yes, but you still won't be able to use it at home-"
"But I'll be able to use it while I am on the job, right? And your sign says flexible work hours, and travel required, so it'll be impossible for anybody to say that I wasn't working at the time..."
"Welcome aboard, lad," said the man, holding out his hand for Harry to shake. "If you're smart enough to figure that out, you're smart enough for me."
Omake by: moshehim
Now, here's another idea:
IIII
"What do you mean I owe Hogwarts thirteen hundred and twenty three galleons?" shouted Snape. "How could that be?"
That is what the records say, MR. Snape." replied the irate goblin. "Take it up with Hogwarts, not with me!"
"But I had nine thousand galleons last time I checked!" Severus whined.
IIII
"I don't know what to tell you, my boy," said Albus Dumbledore, utterly confounded. Why would the Hogwarts account withdraw money from Severus's rather than paying him for his work? "Lets check with Minerva and Flitwick."
IIII
After a lot of searching, enlisting the help of professors Vector and Sinstra who were good at such tedious business and Madam Pince who had a way with books and records, as well as Pomona Sprout, who, showing her Hufflepuff tendencies, volunteered to help, they finally found the offending clause of the Hogwarts bylaws.
"Every unfair punishment dished out by a member of the staff would be payid for in hard gold, from the offending teacher's salary to the victim's tuition fee."
"I don't recall ever seeing this bylaw before, who put it in?" asked the Headmaster.
"Doesn't say," said his deputy. "Still, it's right beside another new bylaw, this one says that library books cannot be taken outside the castle. Really, who came up with such a ridiculous rule?" wondered McGonagall. She read on. "Ah, I should have known. Really, Severus," she said, "must you go out of your way to annoy the students. I move we strike out that foolish rule. All in favor?" she asked.
Pomona, Fillius and McGonagall raised their hands, along with Sinistra and Vector. Only Madam Pince held hers down. Oh, and Severus, too, off course, greasy git that he is.
"Well, that business is done with," sighed Dumbledore. Now, what with the bylaw about unjust punishment? Isn't it too harsh?"
"Well," started Minerva, "I suppose you have a point there, it seems to me some people might dish out punishments they believe to be just, not knowing they aren't. Here, while we were searching this,I checked my own account and found I was short some galleons myself, I'm afraid to say."
"Why don't we make it conditional than?" piped Fillius Flitwick.
"What do you mean?" asked the Headmaster?
"Let's say the first five offenses would be recorded, then the offending teacher be put on probation and all grades, points, punishments and awards administered by him - or her - be taken before a board of the four heads of houses. Hmmm. Well, seeing as Severus here is the major cause of this problem, I would say not him. Aurura, would you be so kind as to stand for him on this matter?"
"Why, sure, Fillius, it'll be a pleasure." said professor Sinistra with a smile.
"Headmaster, I must protest," said Snape, but Sprout cut him off.
"Maybe she should stand for you for some other matters as well," she said. "Such as the Slytherin head of house!"
"Pomona., really," said Dumbledore, and this time, it was Flitwick who cut him off.
"This is a discussion for another time." he said. "For now, let's make it a decision of that board, and, upon five more offenses, then make him pay for it." At the look Dumbledore was giving him, Flitwick continued. "Now, since Albus here is so big on second chances, let us limit it for a period of two years, then give the offenders a second chance, starting the cycle anew, to see if they had changed."
Now Snape was giving him a look of horror. McGonagall, however, had a contemplative look on her face. "All in favour?" she asked, holding her hand up. Filius Flitwick, having suggested the bylaw, of course held his as well, as did Pomona Sprout, head of Hufflepuff house, with all her ideals of fair play, Aurora Sinistra, with a slight promotion and more influence on the school at the table, held hers as well. Shortly after, professor Vector lifted her hand too. Madam Pince abstained. She didn't give punishment, it really didn't concern her.
"Good," said McGonagall, "motion passed." Snape was really horrified now. "Now is the matter of how Severus can add school bylaws without counseling with the rest of us first. I put up a motion that all school bylaws should be taken up with the head-of-houses board - with Aurora on it in Severus's stead, of course - the Headmaster and the deputy, before being put to the book. All in favor?" she asked, holding her hand up again. The same people as before voted once more, and the "ayes" had it.
IIII
"Mr. Potter," said professor McGonagall. "We seem to have hit a snag."
"Oh?" asked Harry.
"Yes. You see, you paid for this school year already, so you have six more to pay for. However, the school seems to owe you some money, so much that it covers your tuition for the next six years, and then some, so we don't know what to do to repay you."
"Hmmm..." Harry "hmmmed". "Let me think about it." He thought about it. "I have an idea," he said. "This is what you have to do..." he told her his plan.
Pretty soon, Minerva's thin lips contracted in a grin.
IIII
"What?" shrieked Snape. "I have to buy the Gryffindors' brooms for Quidditch?"
"No, no, Severus you have to buy Harry Potter brooms for Quidditch, then he'll donate them to the school in memory of James, his father. He agreed to that, it's a circular deal, you see." McGonagall explained. "Don't you think it's a nice gesture on his part?"
"Arrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggge!" Snape yelled. And yelled. And yelled.
Disclaimer: There is only one person to blame for this travesty . . . you know who you are.
Family Affairs
or
Keeping it in the Family
Definitely not going to use Putting his Sister to the Test.
I've often been struck by how significant an effect a single small change can have on a story. For instance, what if Ron had decided to fix his dress robes?
"Hey Hermione," Ron called out, "could you help me with something?"
"Sure," she agreed, "what class?"
"None of them," Ron replied, "could you help me fix up my dress robes? Maybe alter them to fit me better and remove all the lace?"
"I'd love to help but I can't," Hermione admitted, "I've never been too good at doing domestic stuff like cooking and sewing."
"Oh." A small change was made to the mental folder labeled 'Hermione.' The notation 'friend and potential girl' was changed to 'friend and one of the guys,' admittedly a guy with feelings and lumpy bits on his chest but a guy all the same. "Thanks anyway." Ron discarded the vague plans he'd had to take his friend to the ball, it would have been a nice gesture but his mum would never forgive him if she found out that he was leading Hermione on.
Ron drifted through life for the next week, oddly aware that there was something bothering him, and not sure what it was. "Maybe I could get Ginny to help with my robes?" Ron mused. "I know mum taught her all that girly stuff." With a pleased smile, "Ron went off in search of his sister."
"Sure," Ginny agreed, "no problem."
"Great I'll . . ."
"But what's in it for me?" She continued.
"What do you want?" Ron asked with a sigh. After a protracted bout of negotiation that resulted in a deal that both parties could live with, Ron was left feeling that there was still something that he was forgetting. "Hermione," he gasped. "She must have wanted me to ask her out when we talked before." After all, no woman could resist a Weasley. "That's why she was so disappointed when she couldn't find her . . . I'll have to find a way to let her down gently, she is one of my best mates after all."
It took Ron three days to think of a satisfactory solution and when he did he was humbled by the depth of his own genius.
"You want me to do what?" Harry asked dully.
"Ask Hermione to the Ball," Ron repeated himself, "make sure to let her know that I'm already going with a bird that I'm serious about and then ask her." His two friends would have a date that wouldn't try to take advantage of them and he'd neatly side stepped the whole feelings issue, Ron couldn't help but be impressed with himself. "Don't want her to be alone do you?"
"I guess not," Harry agreed. "Okay, I'll do it."
"Great."
It took Harry a couple hours to work up the courage to ask his friend to the dance, it was nerve racking and Harry figured that the only way it could be worse would be if he were going to ask her on a real date.
"Sorry Harry," Hermione said with a troubled look on her face, "but I've already said yes to someone."
"Oh . . ."
"But I'll save a dance for you," she said quickly, "and there's still time to find a date for yourself. I'll even help you, after all if Ron was able to find a date then I'm sure you'll have no trouble."
"Thanks Hermione," Harry said with a relieved smile, glad that he'd gotten through everything unscathed.
Things settled down until the next Hogsmead week end, when Ron turned a corner and bumped into a very familiar face.
"Ron."
"Mum?" Ron asked in shock, Hogsmead weekends would be ruined if his mother made it a habit to visit him during them. "What are you doing here?" Not to mention the ribbing the guys would give him.
"Have you asked a girl to the ball yet?"
"Not yet mum," Ron replied nervously. "Why?"
"I want you to take your younger sister," his mother said firmly.
"But . . . Harry . . ."
"Has someone else he likes according to the rumors I've heard," Molly sighed, she'd dreamed of having a big happy Weasley family and there was still time for it to happen but she wanted it now damn it. "A dance is a very important thing for a girl and Ginny can't go unless one of the upper years takes her, at least I'll know that nothing will happen if she's with you."
"Nothing will happen anyway mum?"
"You don't want any of the other boys to take advantage of your sweet young innocent sister do you?"
"No mum," Ron said in defeat, knowing that he'd lost the argument.
"Then it's settled," Molly said with a happy grin. "Thank you Ron."
At the dance and mindful of her promise, Hermione sought out her friend for the dance she'd promised him.
"Sorry to cut in Parvati," Hermione said smoothly, "but I promised Harry that I'd save a dance for him."
"Not at all," the girl said with a forced smile.
"Have you seen Ron yet?" Harry asked.
"No," Hermione replied, "but I am interested to see who the girl he's 'so serious' about is."
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "There he is."
"Where . . . oh, who's the girl."
"I think it's . . . oh."
"My."
"God," Harry gasped. "Uh . . ."
"Yeah," Hermione agreed, her face a lovely shade of green.
AN: Might have to write a bit more of this, my idea is that the purebloods shrug it off, they've been nailing their sisters and cousins for generations, the muggle born and some of the half bloods are a bit grossed out by the whole thing.
Unrelated Omake: The Ritual
"Attention everyone," Dumbledore said loudly, "Severus has some information to share, go on Severus . . ."
"The Dark Lord has temporarily given up his plans to kill Potter," Snape said in an oily voice. "Instead he's come upon a ritual that will allow him to take Potter's power . . . then he'll kill the brat."
"No . . . not Harry," Molly gasped.
"Yes Harry," Dumbledore agreed. "I've done some research on this spell and it requires two sisters and a virgin wizard. The two sisters deflower the wizard and . . . something you'd like to share with the rest of us Ms. Tonks?" Dumbledore asked in his best stern professor tone, not even close to McGonagall's but it was a good try.
"What happens if the wizard isn't a virgin?" Tonks asked between giggles. "Would . . . would . . . would de-virginising Harry protect him? Oh god I can't say it with a straight face."
"Voldemort will be destroyed . . . I imagine that all his Death Eaters will also perish from magical backlash and then all the power will be absorbed by Harry's magical core . . . why?"
"Urk." Snape vomited all over the Headmaster and fell to the ground screaming, two minutes later he died . . . horribly.
"Albus," Minerva began with an odd look on her face, "just when did you get this information?"
"Two weeks ago," Dumbledore replied absently, his eyes locked on his fallen friend. "Severus told me that Voldemort was planning to execute his plan as soon as he could find Harry. Impossible with the fact that Harry is locked in his apartment and under Order guard."
"And just who is guarding him now?"
"Uh?" Dumbledore looked around the room. "Perhaps I've made a small miscalculation."
"Tonks."
"Yes Professor McGonagall?"
"Why don't you explain why you found the idea that Mr. Potter was a virgin so humorous?" The old woman's voice got colder and colder as she spoke. "Do you perhaps have some first hand knowledge that he isn't?"
"I haven't done anything with him," Tonks said quickly, "even without seeing him . . . perform. I never figured he hadn't . . . uh . . . you know."
"Saw him?" Molly shrieked, "poor Harry."
"Care to explain those comments Ms. Tonks?" Minerva asked in a slightly warmer tone.
"Think back to when you were a teenaged girl," Tonks said slowly, "there's a boy that lives in your neighborhood and your parents tell you not to go near him because he's bad news."
"I get your point," Minerva said dryly.
"It's no wonder he looks so tired and thin when he gets to Hogwarts," Tonks continued in an awestruck voice, "he's doing every girl within two hours walking of his house . . . half their mothers too. Never thought I'd see one boy service and satisfy twelve women. Not only did Harry do it, he wore them all out and made three 'rest' stops on the way back to his room at the Dursley house."
"Thank you Ms. Tonks."
"And it's no wonder he doesn't have much of a love life at school," Tonks continued, heedless of the people motioning for her to stop. "He needs his rest . . . hell, I'll bet if we just keep him at Hogwarts for half the summer then Harry'll be so pent up that he'll fry Voldemort no problem."
"Looks to me like he already has," Moody said with a satisfied look at Snape's corpse, "anyone up for a celebratory drink?"
AN: Yes I've seen fics with the idea that Volde is going to use Virgin Harry in an eeeevil ritual. Usually an excuse for a character to make Harry ineligible for the ritual.
Mini Omake by: meteoricshipyards
"Good lord, Severus! Have you ever seen a first year class so large.
"And all of them with green eyes and black hair, or else with red hair! Where's my draught of Living Death! Wake me in seven year."
Omake for "Tea for Four Ends the War" by talonaj2003"
The werewolf wenches had easily found Remus Lupin's rather quaint home. When he opened the door, he'd blinked in a rather shocked fashion. The twin sisters looked him up and down and couldn't help their giggles, while the leader frowned.
"Remus Lupin?"
"Yes?"
"We're here to seduce you," she stated matter of factly. Remus blinked. The twins giggled again.
"... I see? Won't you come in?"
"Come inside? Sure you wouldn't want us to come outside?" One of the other wenches asked with a leer. Remus smiled congenially, inside trying to keep his inner wolf from howling.
"Well, it's... Not every night that this happens, you see," he explained. The leader frowned.
"Sure." She stepped inside, accepting his offer of tea with her fellow females, the twins soon cuddling on either side of him on an old couch.
The leader felt Lupin was a rather sad werewolf. While he was good looking, she supposed, she didn't think he was anywhere near as strong or attractive as other males she'd known (in both senses of the term). Still, orders were orders, and she supposed making him happy would be fine, no matter how little time it took.
About five hours later...
"OH GOD YES! YES! YESSSSS!"
The leader growled and Remus growled in her ear back. She'd been so mistaken! Even against SIX werewolves, a normal male would be dead by now! But he kept going and going...!
She decided to thank her mistress Bellatrix for firing her-This was the best last assignment she'd ever had!
Meanwhile, elsewhere Sirius Black cheered his friend on, especially for "The twins Moony! The TWINS!"