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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑
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"Yᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ, ɪᴛ's
ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇssᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ"

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 at half - past five the next morning as abruptly and completely as if somebody had yelled in his ear. For a few moments he lay immobile as the prospect of the hearing filled every tiny particle of his brain, then, unable to bear it, he leapt out of bed and put on his glasses. Mrs. Weasley had laid out his freshly laundered jeans and T- shirt at the foot of his bed. Harry scrambled into them. The blank picture on the wall sniggered again.

Ron was lying sprawled on his back with his mouth wide open, fast asleep. He did not stir as Harry crossed the room, stepped out onto the landing, and closed the door softly behind him. Trying not to think of the next time he would see Ron, when they might no longer be fellow students at Hogwarts, Harry walked quietly down the stairs, past the heads of Kreacher's ancestors, and into the kitchen.

Walking in, he had half expected it to be empty, but it was not. When he reached the door, he heard the soft rumble of voices on the other side and when he pushed it open he saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Lupin, Catherine, Michael, Tonks and surprisingly Tasmin along with another boy whom he didn't know, (he didn't look too happy to be there) sitting there almost as though they were waiting for him. All were fully dressed except Mrs. Weasley, who was wearing a quilted, purple dressing gown. She leapt to her feet the moment he entered.

"Breakfast," she said as she pulled out her wand and hurried over to the fire.

"Morning H - Harry." Tonks stuttered out with a kind but sleepy smile on her face. Her hair was now blond and curly, much different to her bubblegum pink hairdo she had accentuated when she had saved him from Privet Drive the other night.

"Sleep all right?" she asked him.

"Yeah," said Harry.

"I've b - b - been up all night," she said, with another shuddering yawn. "Come and sit down . . ." She drew out a chair, knocking over the one beside it in the process.

"What do you want, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley called. "Porridge? Muffins? Kippers? Bacon and eggs? Toast?"

"Just — just toast, thanks," said Harry.

Lupin glanced at Harry, then said to Tonks, "What were you saying about Scrimgeour?"

"Oh . . . yeah . . . well, we need to be a bit more careful, he's been asking Kingsley and me funny questions . . ."

Harry felt vaguely grateful that he was not required to join in the conversation. His insides were squirming. Mrs. Weasley placed a couple of pieces of toast and marmalade in front of him; he tried to eat, but it was like chewing carpet. After a while he gave up on his attempts to eat breakfast and just pushed his plate aside. Feeling to nauseous to even look at it.

Everyone in the room had scattered about now. Tonks and Remus were still having their conversation about Scrimgeour, and Molly was still rushing about the house trying to get breakfast ready, the boy Harry had never seen before was now scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment on the other side of the room, whereas Michael, Catherine and Sirius were having a hushed conversation while making occasional glances at what looked to be him and their daughter.

Speaking of which, Harry managed to meet her gaze once again, she sent him another one of her shy smiles, his third one since he'd been here (not that he'd been counting). He sent her a small meek one back, hoping that she wouldn't find it the slightest bit rude that he couldn't even manage to smile back at her, along with the fact that they hadn't spoken once since he'd been here. Although Harry found himself not having to worry about that problem much longer as she was already making her way over to him. The Gryffindor thought it was rather bold considering how quiet she'd just been. Harry tried his upmost best to make himself look the most presentable he could, flattening out his hair as thought it would do something (although anyone who knew a Potter well enough knew that it was pointless).

When she finally reached the boy, she couldn't help but immediately try and stifle her laugh. Sitting down in the empty seat next to him she spoke her first ever words to him, "It's pointless you know."

Harry, as oblivious as ever (and even more so in the girl's presence) just fumbled for the right words to say, the only coherent word that left his mouth was, "What?" He asked.

Again, trying to suppress her laugh, she answered him, "Your hair," She pointed to his overly messy hair. "it's all messed up, considering your hearing is in what . . . ?" She checked her watch. "A couple of hours, you'd think you'd want to make a good impression in front of the Wizengamot."

The what? Harry thought silently, although his unasked question didn't remain unanswered for long as Tasmin quickly replied, "The Wizarding Worlds version of judges. Essentially like the ones in the muggle world. They're in charge of convicting people and such by taking a mass vote."

Mass vote? Harry thought, it's not like luck had ever been on his side, he had the life to prove it.

It's clear his previous efforts were in vain when she spoke up for what was now the fourth time (again, not like he was counting). "Anyway, let me fix this for you." She took out her wand from her pocket and with a wave of her wand he felt his tie tighten, (choking him ever so slightly) his shirt tuck into the waistband of his trousers, his glasses straighten and his hair was now smoothed back, you wouldn't of even be able to tell that it had been all over the place before. "Much better, don't you think?"

"Much." Harry agreed, a small chuckle leaving his lips. The two were so immersed in their conversation they didn't even notice Mr. Weasley coming up to them. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

Harry shrugged.

"It'll all be over soon." Mr. Weasley said bracingly. "Just think, in a few hour's time you'll be cleared." Harry said nothing. If he was being honest, he didn't really know what to say.

"The hearing's on my floor, in Amelia Bones's office. She's Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and she's the one who'll be questioning you."

"Amelia Bones is okay, Harry," said Tonks earnestly. "She's fair, she'll hear you out." Harry nodded once more.

"And don't lose your temper." Sirius spoke warningly, this was a big one for Harry, as of recently he had been finding himself feeling more angry than he ever had. More angry than when he found out that his parents hadn't died in a car crash like the Dursley's had told him, more angry than when he found out that Sirius had supposedly betrayed his parents, and more angry than he had been when he had found out that Lockheart was nothing but a fraud. "Be polite and stick to your facts." He finished.

"The law's on your side Harry, even underage wizards can use magic in life - threatening situations." said Catherine. All the adults in the room nodded in agreement.

After a bit longer of discussion, Tasmin had once again checked her watch. "Uh, Mr. Weasley, shouldn't you and Harry been leaving now?"

"Ah yes, we'll be a bit early but I think you'll be a bit better off there than hanging around here." The man agreed while also looking at his watch (with a sort of odd fascination Harry had never seen before).

"Okay" said Harry getting up and flashing a small smile at the girl he was talking to previously, which, unbeknownst to him, the adults in the room did not miss.

"You'll be all right, Harry," said Tonks, patting him on the arm.

"Good luck," said Lupin. 

"I'm sure it will be fine." He reassured. "And if it's not," said Sirius grimly, "I'll see to Amelia Bones for you . . ." Harry smiled weakly.

Mrs. Weasley hugged him.

"We've all got our fingers crossed," she said.

"Right," said Harry. "well . . . see you later then."

Harry was about to leave before he was tackled into slight hug, regaining his sense of balance, he discovered it was none other than Tasmin. Her arms wrapped round his neck before she pulled away slightly to make eye - contact with him, "I just wanted to say Good luck." She smiled encouragingly. "I know all of the others said it but I couldn't let you leave knowing I hadn't said anything to you before you left. I'm sure you'll be fine, you've got out of far worse before." she finished.

She's right Harry had thought as he remembered back to his first year when he, Ron and Hermione had ended up in the Devil's Snare, or when he had to fight off dementors in his third year. Harry was broken out of his thoughts as a cough resonated through the room. Everyone turned to Sirius who was standing there idly acting as though nothing had happened. Then everyone turned back to them, making Tasmin (much to Harry's dismay) let go of her tight grip around him, and so did he. The girl gave Harry another small smile and a thumbs up. Tasmin receiving one back, beaming ever so slightly.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 Mr. Weasley upstairs and along the hall. He could hear Sirius's mother grunting in her sleep behind her curtains. Mr. Weasley unbolted the door and they stepped out into the cold, gray dawn."You don't normally walk to work, do you?" Harry asked him, as they set off briskly around the square.

"No, I usually Apparate," said Mr. Weasley, "but obviously you can't, and I think it's best we arrive in a thoroughly non-magical fashion . . . makes a better impression, given what you're being disciplined for . . ."

"Mr. Weasley kept his hand inside his jacket as they walked. Harry knew it was clenched around his wand. The run - down streets were almost deserted, but when they arrived at the miserable little Underground station they found it already full of early morning commuters. As ever when he found himself in close proximity to Muggles going about their daily business, Mr. Weasley was hard put to contain his enthusiasm.

"Simply fabulous," he whispered, indicating the automatic ticket machines. "Wonderfully ingenious."

"They're out of order," said Harry, pointing at the sign.

"Yes, but even so . . ." said Mr. Weasley, beaming fondly at them.

They bought their tickets instead from a sleepy-looking guard (Harry handled the transaction, as Mr. Weasley was not very good with Muggle money) and five minutes later they were boarding an Underground train that rattled them off toward the centre of London.

Harry noticed that Mr. Weasley kept anxiously checking and rechecking the Underground map above the windows. "Four stops, Harry . . . three stops left now . . . two stops to go, Harry . . ."

"They got off at a station in the very heart of London, swept from the train in a tide of besuited men and women carrying briefcases. Up the escalator they went, through the ticket barrier (Mr. Weasley delighted with the way the stile swallowed his ticket), and emerged onto a broad street lined with imposing - looking buildings, already full of traffic.

"Where are we?" said Mr. Weasley blankly, and for one heart-stopping moment Harry thought they had gotten off at the wrong station despite Mr. Weasley's continual references to the map; but a second later he said, "Ah yes . . . this way, Harry," and led him down a side road.

"Sorry," he said, "but I never come by train and it all looks rather different from a Muggle perspective. As a matter of fact I've never even used the visitor's entrance before."

The two continued on their way until Mr. Weasley had lead them to a telephone box? Harry didn't think he had been more confused in his life. Nevertheless, he followed the man into it as he fumbled around for whatever he was looking for.

"Mr. Weasley, I think this may be out of order too." Said Harry rather grimly.

"No, no, I'm sure it's fine," said Mr. Weasley, holding the receiver above his head and peering at the dial. "Let's see . . . six . . ." he dialed the number, "two . . . four . . . and another four . . . and another two . . ." A consistent amount of beeping occurred every time Mr. Weasley had pushed a button on the dial. As the dial whirred smoothly back into place, a cool female voice sounded inside the telephone box, not from the receiver in Mr. Weasley's hand, but as loudly and plainly as though an invisible woman were standing right beside them in the small and cramped telephone box.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." The female voice spoke.

"Er . . ." said Mr. Weasley, clearly uncertain whether he should talk into the receiver or not; he compromised by holding the mouthpiece to his ear, "Arthur Weasley, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, here to escort Harry Potter, who has been asked to attend a disciplinary hearing . . ." He finished uneasily.

"Thank you," said the cool female voice. "Visitor, please take the badge and attach it to the front of your robes." There was a click and a rattle, and Harry saw something slide out of the metal chute where returned coins usually appeared. He picked it up: It was a square silver badge with Harry Potter, Disciplinary Hearing on it. He pinned it to the front of his T - shirt as the female voice spoke again.

"Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium."

The floor of the telephone box shuddered. They were sinking slowly into the ground. Harry watched apprehensively as the pavement rose up past the glass windows of the telephone box until darkness closed over their heads. Then he could see nothing at all; he could only hear a dull grinding noise as the telephone box made its way down through the earth. After about a minute, though it felt much longer to Harry, a chink of golden light illuminated his feet and, widening, rose up his body, until it hit him in the face and he had to blink to stop his eyes from watering.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice."

Harry tried his best not to scoff at that statement. It was only a hearing he was going to that decided his future as a Wizard, if he got expelled what would he do? Go back to the Dursley's? Absolutely not he thought bitterly. They already hated him enough, if they found out he got expelled, well . . . it'd be both a delight and an inconvenience for them.

The door of the telephone box suddenly sprang open, breaking him out of his sullen thoughts.

Stepping out, Harry had sworn he had never seen anything quite like it before. They were standing at one end of a very long and splendid hall with a highly polished, dark wood floor. The peacock - blue ceiling was inlaid with gleaming golden symbols that were continually moving and changing like some enormous heavenly notice board. The walls on each side were paneled in shiny dark wood and had many gilded fireplaces set into them. Every few seconds a witch or wizard would emerge from one of the left-hand fireplaces with a soft whoosh; on the right-hand side, short queues of wizards were forming before each fireplace, waiting to depart.

Halfway down the hall was a fountain. A group of golden statues, larger than life - size, stood in the middle of a circular pool. Tallest of them all was a noble-looking wizard with his wand pointing straight up in the air. Grouped around him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house - elf. The last three were all looking adoringly up at the witch and wizard.

The sound was also the loudest he'd ever heard. The pops and cracks! of Apparators could be heard from all directions. Before he could look around anymore, Mr. Weasley had spoken up, "This way," he said, they threaded their way in between many other ministry workers and such.

"Over here, Harry," Harry followed Mr. Weasley over to a bored looking ministry worker. The two exchanged some words and he told them to hand over their wands, telling them that they'd get them back later. At the reproachful gaze the man gave Harry, Mr. Weasley grabbed him rather roughly by his shoulder and forcefully steered him away from the man and their wands. They passed through some golden gates and then into a lift. The lift ascended floor after floor.

"Level six, Department of Magical Transport, incorporating the Floo Network Authority, Broom Regulatory Control, Portkey Office, and Apparation Test Center." The voice in the lift spoke.

Once again, the lift opened, more wizards got out, then some got in, then the doors closed again. It was very repetitive.

"Level three, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, including the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Obliviator Headquarters, and Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee."

Everybody left the lift on this floor, except Harry and Mr. Weasley.

"Level two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services."

"This is us, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, and they followed the witch out of the lift into a corridor lined with doors. "My office is on the other side of the floor."

They left the lift and the Arthur led them through another repair of heavy oak doors. This continued until they came across Kingsley going the opposite way to them, he stopped them rather desperately. "Or Arthur! An urgent message came ten minutes ago. It's about Harry's hearing, they've changed the time and venue. It starts at eight o'clock rather than in a couple of hours, and it's now being held in old Courtroom Ten." The man finished rather hurriedly.

"Down in old — but they told me — Merlin's beard!"

Mr. Weasley looked at his watch and immediately his face ashened, it was now 8:05am, they were five minutes late.

"Oh dear, we were supposed to be there five minutes ago. Come on Harry! Thank you Kingsley." And with that, he and Mr. Weasley hurried off to old Courtroom Ten.

Great Harry thought, now he was five minutes late to his own hearing. At least he looked presentable (thanks to Tasmin's charm).

They rushed back into the lift passed many more floors, more than they had before, making Harry feel even more nervous if that was possible.

"Department of Mysteries." The elevator voice spoke and they quickly rushed out once more.

They went down corridors, through doors, up and down stairs before they had finally made their way there. He felt as though the old oak door was mocking him ever so slightly. He looked back to the man who was ushering him to go inside. "You're not coming?" He asked.

"Oh no, no I'm not allowed I'm afraid. Now, go inside. Don't be afraid, you've done nothing wrong. It's as the muggles say "Truth will out!" He finished eagerly. And with that, Harry pushed open the door and walked inside. He then heard the door slam close behind him, creating a loud echoing sound that reverberated off the walls.

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