𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦

Chapter 2 - Planning

Chapter 2
3rd POV
Planning

Harry woke up the next morning in the same bed he always seemed to stay in while in the infirmary. Though his memories of it being destroyed, he figured the Matron fixed it without too much damage.

He noticed Pomphrey fussing of his leg where the inferi had him the night before; it looked like it had bled overnight and with a soft shake of his head he glanced around the room to see a man on the bed across from him. The man's arms were bound to the bed, with two leather straps on each limb.

Dumbledore stood over the restrained man, his back facing Harry as the old man stared and Harry moved his gaze around the room. The bed in the far corner that the night before which held someone under a sheet was now empty.

Harry marvelled at the infirmary, it looked as though nothing had happened.

He had spent almost a full day with Godric in his mind, discussing what he would need to do in the near future. The man helped Harry to get everything straight in his head for the first time in his life.

But in the real world, only a few hours had passed while he slept.

"Harry?" Came the voice of Dumbledore, Harry met the man's gaze and nodded, his eyes then falling on the restrained man.

"Uh, sir? Who is that and why are they restrained?" Harry asked, he pulled himself up into a sitting position. The headmaster gave a small smile and glanced at the restrained man for a moment before turning back to face Harry.

"Harry, my boy, what do you remeber of last night? After Poppy gave you a dreamless sleep potion?" The old man asked, his eyes not swinkling for what seemed to Harry like the second time ever.

Harry cocked his head to the side in thought before a frown crossed his face. He couldn't tell Dumbledore about Godric, it wasn't normal even in the wizarding world to hear voices in your head that only you can hear.

Harry shrugged.

"I don't know sir, though I don't want to insult Madame Pomphrey. But I think I had dreams or at least flashes of something." Harry trailed off, unsure how to continue.

"It's okay my boy, I suspect a similar event happened last night to what happened that night you got your scar. I believe that the protection your mother gave you stopped someone from trying to kill you." Dumbledore spoke, though the old man's words don't hold any conviction, Harry figured the man didn't believe them himself.

"Young one, just go along with the theory until we gain more information. At least for now." Godric's voice echoed through his mind and Harry fought the urge to glance around the room to look for the spirit.

"The man across from you is Barty Crouch Jr. according to the ministry, he died in Azkaban years ago." Dumbledore started but paused as Harry scoffed, the headmaster arched an eyebrow.

"Really? Why does everyone think Azkaban is perfect? Sirius escaped and now this guy got out at some point that no one knows? Can't it get more security or something? If they escape, surely others will too?" Harry let out a calming breath and noticed a soft smile cross Dumbledore's face before he continued as if uninterrupted.

"With Barty here's help, I believe we'll be able to prove Sirius' innocence. But I caution you Harry, the wheels of justice can move slowly, especially if those in power don't want to act." Dumbledore said with a grim smile.