Harry Potter and the Stitch in Time

Stitch in Time - Chapter 36

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Stitch in Time - Chapter 36

The day after the trial, Harry and Hermione (much to the annoyance of the Aurors who were watching them) were swamped at breakfast with students wanting to hear what had happened. The trial did involve an international sports celebrity, after all, and the news about it wouldn't break until the Prophet was delivered. Krum was too surly for anyone to feel comfortable asking him, so they all wanted Harry and Hermione to tell them. They might have told everyone to bugger off, but one of the people wanting the news was Ron.

Even if it would only get them their answer half an hour earlier than just waiting for the paper Hermione gave in and explained what had happened. While Hermione was recapping, Harry was worrying about the special section of the Wizengamot that would be starting in a few hours. He didn't need to be a seer to know that someone was going to propose either killing him or locking him away to keep him from being used in Voldemort's restoration ritual. Harry would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous.

Even Charlus was nervous. He had pulled Harry into his room before they had left the suite this morning and ordered Harry to keep his invisibility cloak on him today. The fact that Charlus had taken Harry away from his Auror protection was more than enough to tell Harry not only how nervous his grandfather was but that they may not be able to trust the Aurors. If the Ministry ordered Harry detained, then it was the Aurors who would be given the job to do it. Harry had also grabbed the Marauders' Map, as with that and his cloak he could probably hide in Hogwarts for a week or more without anyone finding him.

Harry shook himself out of his worries and got back to listening to Hermione as he ate his bowl of porridge that he had chopped up an apple in and then sweetened with honey. He was probably just being paranoid, but it was hard not to jump to the worst possible conclusion when the warlocks had immediately called for a special session right after learning that Harry was in some way a key component in resurrecting the country's boogeyman. He tuned back in to listen to how the students were taking the tale of what happened yesterday. The fact that Crouch had been under the Imperius Curse yesterday, yet admitted to crimes so terrible that he had earned himself a life sentence in Azkaban anyway, captivated the students who were listening,

Luckily for the two of them, the mail arrived, freeing Hermione from recapping yesterday's trial and providing Harry with a distraction as a parcel was dropped in his lap by three large eagle owls. He checked the label to make sure it was for him, and noticed it also had the logo of the company who had sent it. A huge grin spread over his face; they were finally here.

"Hermione, Ron, we need to get out of here for a few minutes," he told his friends in a low voice.

"Harry, mate, I haven't finished my breakfast yet," Ron complained.

"Trust me, I'm sure you'll love this more than breakfast," Harry insisted.

"That, Harry, is blasphemy," Ron said in mock seriousness.

Harry just laughed. "Come on mate, trust me. And it's Sunday, you can always grab a second breakfast."

Hermione was already standing at this point, waiting for the two boys to get up. When Harry stood Ron followed, but he wrapped the last of his sausage and bacon between a slice of toast and started to eat it as they walked. Harry led them to an empty classroom. The two Aurors with them insisted on checking the room first, but it was clear of anything that you wouldn't expect to be in a classroom. The two Aurors then stationed themselves outside the door where they could stop anyone from getting in. Also from leaving, Harry thought, his paranoia reminding him that it was still around.