"I knew it!" yelled Ron, punching the air.
Harry had returned that afternoon to say he had been cleared.
"You always get away with stuff!"
"They were bound to clear you." said Hermione, who had looked positively faint with anxiety when Harry had entered the kitchen and was now holding a shaking hand over her eyes. "There was no case against you, none at all."
Y/n just slinked an arm around Hermione's waist. "I told you he would alright." He chuckled.
"Everyone seems quite relieved, though, considering you all knew I'd get off." said Harry, smiling.
Mrs. Weasley was wiping her face on her apron, and Fred, George, and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went. "He got off, he got off, he got off..."
"That's enough! Settle down!" shouted Mr. Weasley, though he too was smiling. "Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry..."
"Malfoy..." Y/n said his good mood disappearing.
"What?" said Sirius sharply.
"He got off, he got off, he got off..."
"Be quiet, you three! Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on Level Nine, then they went up to Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to know." Mr Weasley said.
"Absolutely." said Sirius. "We'll tell him, don't worry."
"Well, I'd better get going, there's a vomiting toilet waiting for me in Bethnal Green. Molly, I'll be late, I'm covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner." Mr Weasley said as he turned to leave.
"He got off, he got off, he got off..."
"That's enough Fred, George, Ginny!" said Mrs. Weasley, as Mr. Weasley left the kitchen. "Harry, dear, come and sit down, have some lunch, you hardly ate breakfast..."
Y/n let go of Hermione now as they sat themselves down opposite Harry and Ron sat beside him, looking happier than they had done since he and Y/n had first arrived at Grimmauld Place.
"Course, once Dumbledore turned up on your side, there was no way they were going to convict you." said Ron happily, now starting to dish great mounds of mashed potato onto everyone's plates.
"Yeah, he swung it for me." said Harry but he suddenly clapped his hand up to his head.
"What's up?" said Hermione, looking alarmed.
"Scar." Harry mumbled. "But it's nothing...It happens all the time now..."
None of the others had noticed a thing, all of them were now helping themselves to food while gloating over Harry's narrow escape, Fred, George, and Ginny were still singing. Hermione looked rather anxious while Y/n looked at him concerned but before either could say anything, Ron had said happily. "I bet Dumbledore turns up this evening, to celebrate with us, you know."
"I don't think he'll be able to, Ron." said Mrs. Weasley, setting a huge plate of roast chicken down in front of Harry. "He's really very busy at the moment."
"HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF. HE GOT OFF..."
"BE QUIET!" roared Mrs. Weasley.
Over the next few days Harry could not help noticing that there was one person within number twelve, Grimmauld Place, who did not seem wholly overjoyed that he would be returning to Hogwarts. Sirius had put up a very good show of happiness on first hearing the news, wringing Harry's hand and beaming just like the rest of them. Soon, however, he was moodier and surlier than before, talking less to everybody, even Harry, and spending increasing amounts of time shut up in his mother's room with Buckbeak.
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Grindelwald's Burden (Books 1-7)
FanfictionY/n Grindelwald is boy born into a powerful but feared wizarding family. At the age of 11 he has received his invitation to learn magic at the famous Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What awaits this boy in his seven school years? Uncerem...
