Grindelwald's Burden (Books 1-7)

45. Hermione's Secret

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

"Thank you, Minister." Snape's voice replied.

"Order of Merlin, Second Class, I'd say. First Class, if I can wangle it!" Fudge told him.

"Thank you very much indeed, Minister." Snape said.

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

"As a matter of fact, it was Grindelwald Minister..." Snape informed him.

"No...don't tell me he's already like his parents!" Fudge said with a hint of fear.

"Black had bewitched them all, 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 license by the headmaster..."

"Ah, well, Snape...Harry Potter, you know...we've all got 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 and 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 school rules, after all the precautions put in place for his protection, out-of-bounds, at night, consorting with a werewolf and a murderer...and I have reason to believe he has been visiting Hogsmeade illegally too."

"Well, well...we shall see, Snape, we shall see...The boy has undoubtedly been foolish..."

Harry lay listening with his eyes tight shut. He felt very groggy. The words he was hearing seemed to be traveling very slowly from his ears to his brain so it was difficult to understand. His limbs felt like lead, his eyelids too heavy to lift. He wanted to lie here, on this comfortable bed, forever.

"What amazes me most is the behavior of the Dementors." Fudge began now. "You've really 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 Grindelwald boy..."

"All unconscious by the time I reached them. I bound and gagged Black, naturally, conjured stretchers, and brought them all straight back to the castle."

There was a pause. Harry's brain seemed to be moving a little faster, and as it did, a gnawing sensation grew in the pit of his stomach...

He opened his eyes.

Everything was slightly blurred. Somebody had removed his glasses. He was lying in the dark hospital wing. At the very end of the ward, he could make out Madam Pomfrey with her back to him, bending over a bed. Harry squinted. Ron's red hair was visible beneath Madam Pomfrey's arm.

Harry moved his head over on the pillow. In the bed to his right lay Y/n. Moonlight was falling across his bed. 

Y/n's eyes were open too and he had a look of deep concentration, when he saw that Harry was awake he pressed a finger to her lips, then pointed to the hospital wing door. It was ajar, and the voices of Cornelius Fudge and Snape were coming through it from the corridor outside.

Madam Pomfrey now came walking briskly up the dark ward to Harry's bed. He turned to look at her. She was carrying the largest block of chocolate he had ever seen in his life. It looked like a small boulder.