Chapter 52 - Harry Potter.

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I felt weirded out as we entered the ministry, the person I had chosen to imitate or more likely had been chosen for me to imitate was quite a dashing young man, however his clothing choices were vastly different to my own.

Everyone had split off, except for Hermione and Ron who had stayed close to myself. Vess had been able to freely walk about.

As the elevator doors closed, I watched as she walked over to a few of the ministry workers asking about, they all seemed to be happy to help her, I sighed with relief, latching my hand onto one of the hooks above us as the elevator was about to take off.

The elevator doors were about to slide to a shut as a face obstructed the clear view of the outside and the door slides back open, as he pushed it.

" Hello. " Ron said, automatically. I shot him a glance and the man grimaced at him.

" Reginald. " He said in greeting, Ron didn't respond for a short moment, having forgotten his identity change. I elbowed him gently and he snapped back in focus, nodding at the man.

" My office, as I'm sure you've heard about, has had a constant raining charm placed on it. " The man began, Ron nodded slowly, not quite understanding where this conversation was going, I assumed the man wanted help stopping it.

" I'd like you to fix it. " He finished, Ron stared at the man blankly, clearly having no clue how to, he opened his mouth to answer with a rebuttal.

" Your wife is currently downstairs, testifying with a judge, if you fix the raining problem, maybe the jury will be more likely to let her go. " He said, Ron took a big breath of air before nodding.

The man smiled, clicking his fingers at Ron.

" Great. " He said, before walking off, letting the elevator doors shut fully now. Ron began to take big panicked breathes, Hermione rested a hand on his shoulder and I smiled at him sympathetically.

" Ron, I have a few charms that might work- " Hermione began, but Ron held up a hand, looking at the floor, eyes shut.

" I'm not worried about that.. my wife's in front of a judge as we speak! " He cried, I raised my eyebrows before laughing loudly, Hermione began chuckling lightly as well. He looked at us both with hard expressions.

" It's not funny! " He yelled at us both, I made a " shh. " noise, but couldn't contain my laughter.

" Ron, she's not actually your wife. " Hermione said, slapping his shoulder she had, had a grip on. She let go, leaning back.

" Oh. " Ron said, looking quite embarrassed with himself. I stopped myself from laughing, shaking my head at him as the elevator came to a stop. The door slid open with an ear-piercing noise and revealed a very damp room, Ron stepped onto the floor making a splashing noise as he did.

He observed the room closely, before waving goodbye at us. Hermione reminded him of a few charms and he smiled appreciatively, taking a gulp of air as our elevator slid away from this floor.

" He's so silly. " Hermione said, still grinning. I nodded in agreement, as the elevator came to another stop. I raised my eyebrows, confused on why we were stopping so quickly again.

The elevator doors slid open, quicker this time. Umbridge greeted Hermione, and I couldn't help but feel my jaw go tense at the sight of her. She looked my way with raised eyebrows.

" Albert whatever is the matter? " She asked me, I straightened up and shook my head, waving my hands dismissively, she nodded looking back at Hermione.

" You will be joining me, won't you? " She asked Hermione, Hermione considered her options before nodding, joining Umbridge in a seperate elevator to my own. My elevator continued where it was going and I found myself in a writing-like room, where people were positioned over desks with quills.

I walked along the edges and were greeted by a few of the men observing peoples work, I also found Umbridges office, she perhaps kept the locket in there. I felt around in my pocket, finding something Fred had given me in case of emergency.

I pulled it out, throwing the object on the floor. In the space of a few minutes, black puffs of smoke surrounded the desk and the people working at them. I slipped inside her office, shutting the door behind me.

I immediately got to work, trying to find the locket. I pulled open drawers and found nothing except for pamphlets about how dirty muggle-borns were and a few paper-sheets on members of the order.

I stashed those in Runcorns jacket, quickly walking out of the office and walking away as the black smoke slowly settled onto the floor. I quickly hurried into an elevator, and held onto the chains above as it begun again.

It stopped at the damp office I had last seen Ron and he hopped on, his hair very damp.

" Are you okay? " I mumbled, as the elevator slid away. He glanced my way and nodded.

" Hermione's charms work, hopefully my wife.. Er Reginald's wife is okay. " He concluded, I couldn't help but laugh at this once again. The elevator slid to a stop, in-front of a large dark corridor.

" I'll take a guess and say the court-room is down there. " Ron said, pointing to a large black door at the end of the black-bricked corridor. I nodded in agreement, as we made a slow descent down the hallway.

Ron pushed the door open and I noticed immediately the dementors above us, I shivered at the sight of them, memories flooding back from when my godfather, Selinas father had escaped and Hogwarts and been surrounded.

I looked down and saw a small, frail woman in a chair in front of Umbridge. She looked scared and turned to Ron immediately as we entered, he gave her a thumbs up but she still looked terrified.

I looked up at the chairs that surrounded the courtroom, of course, Hermione was sat beside Umbridge, taking notes I presumed, I noticed the others, Selina, Fred and Vess were all sat around the room, watching the scene themselves.

" Welcome Albert, Reginald. " Umbridge said, nodding at each of us in turn, I nodded back, leaning against the wall beside the door. Vesper, well the person Vesper now looked like, turned my way. Smiling briefly at me before turning back to the scene.

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