Worthy Of Magic

Part 30 - Deciding Fates

Twenty Ninth October Nineteen Ninety-Four – Godric's Village: Town Library.

"Are you certain Amelia?"

"Yes," Amelia Bones replied. "Kingsley's words were very specific. Your wishful little country won't be able to stand against the combined force of those bastard Aurors and Goblins."

"Fuck," Ted cursed.

"I'd advice moving camp and dispersing into groups for now. We have to lay low until the right time to strike comes."

Amelia had been urging Ted to forget the dream of creating an independent nation and focus on waiting for the right time to strike the Ministry.

Ted was against it and so were the hundreds of muggleborns who were a part of the Rebellion. They had enough strength now to fight the Aurors. They refused to recognise the laws of the Ministry.

Now a tough choice lay before them. Stay and fight meant there would be deaths for certain, run and hide meant accepting defeat.

"We have to hide," Ted said with a frustrated growl. Why the fuck had Harry Potter killed those goblins?! All their plans had been thrown into the fire and left to burn. He hated doing this but he had to do it. The fighting had to happen on their terms.

"I've sent word to Vance that we're going to break camp. We should be able to find at least seven safe houses. You can pass the information to the rest while you and I need to go to Hogwarts."

Ted scoffed.

"So you'd already planned all this?"

"Don't be an idiot," she snapped. "I like to be ready. It's a miracle your band of brothers have managed to make it this far."

Ted scowled.

"We believe in our cause. You're only here because you got nowhere else to go. Don't confuse your purpose here Amelia. You and your Aurors need us more than we need you."

Amelia rolled her eyes. "If I wasn't here, by tomorrow you'd be a pile of burnt flesh. Don't be an idiot Ted. I'm here to help because the Ministry has been taken over by pureblood bigots. Now are you going to come or whine some more?"

Ted sighed and controlled his anger. "Has anyone told you you're too damn bull headed?"

"I'm a Taurus," Amelia retorted. "Now let's go. We can't waste time."

Thirty First October Nineteen Ninety-Four: Dusk

Headmaster's Office

The day was finally here. The office had been rearranged with one chair on which Harry was sitting near the fire place and five chairs before him in which sat, Dolores Umbridge: Ministry Representative, Andromeda Tonks: Harry's lawyer appointed by Dumbledore, Pius Thicknesse: Director of the Auror office, Albus Dumbledore: Headmaster of Hogwarts and Percy Weasley: the new scribe to the office of the Minister.

Dumbledore was not happy about the representatives. He knew who they were and who they fought for. But he had little choice in the matter. This had to be done if his plan was going to work. His mind was alert and wand ready at all times.

Harry was startled at the resemblance Andromeda Tonks had with her daughter. He found her presence amusing. He had killed her daughter and now she was defending him. Harry wanted to tell her the truth and see what she would do. Her green was filled with hurt and Harry was curious to see if her red would influence the desire for revenge through her green.

He smirked at his Jury. He looked half bored, half amused. To the others it felt like Harry was saying he was guilty and he didn't care what they thought. He only cared about the time that was being wasted because of this trial business.