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𝟬𝟮𝟲. 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍

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↳ ❛ the time turner ❜︎
𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟲 ╱ ╱ 🏛🧺 ˚◞𑁍ﾟ𝙳𝙸𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚃

"Shocking business...shocking...miracle none of them died....never heard the like...by thunder, it was lucky you were there, Snape.

"Thank you, Minister."

"Order of Merlin, Second Class, I'd say. First Class, If I can wangle it."

"Thank you very much indeed, Minister."

"Nasty cut you've got there...Black's work, I suppose?"

"As much as fact, it was Potter, Black, Weasley, and Granger, and Minister..."

"No!"

"Black's had a bewitched theme, I saw it immediately. A Confundus Charm, to judge by their behavior. They seemed to think there was a possibility he was innocent. They weren't responsible for their actions. On the other hand, their interference might have permitted Black to escape...They obviously thought they were going to catch Black single-handed. They've got away with a great deal before now...I'm afraid it's given them a rather high opinion of themselves....and of course, Potter has always been allowed an extraordinary amount of licensed by the headmaster, always dragging Celeste Black ─"

"Ah, well, Snape...Harry Potter, we shall see....you know...we'll all get a bit of a blind spot where he's concerned."

"And yet ─ is it good for him to be given so much special treatment? Personally, I try to treat him like any other student. And any other student would be suspended ─ at the very least ─ for leading his friends into such danger. Consider, Minister ─ against all the school rules ─"

Celeste listened to all the bullshit Severus Snape was spilling to the Minister.

"What amazes me the most is the behavior of the Dementors...you've really had no idea what made them retreat Snape?"

"No, Minister...by the time I had come 'round they were heading back to their positions at the entrances..."

"Extraordinary. And yet Black, Harry, and the girls ─ poor Miss. Black must've been petrified."

Annoyance breathed in her nose. Celeste hated being treated like a delicate flower. She was strong and independent. Not many seemed to understand that she didn't need protection.

Or any more protecting after the age of one. Celeste didn't want to be protected since the day her mom died.

Celeste's eyes fluttered open. Everything around her was slightly blurry.

"Celeste." there was a voice from the bed next to hers. Harry was already looking at her with squinting eyes.

The brunette grabbed his glasses from the table and put them on him. "Here."