Regulus Black the Potions Master

Capítulo 52

"I told you this would happen," Black said in front of McGonagall and Dumbledore.

"Stay calm, Mr. Black" Dumbledore urged from his seat behind the desk.

"Mr. Black is right," McGonagall pressed, "this is something we all knew could happen, and yet we couldn't stop it."

"What happened to Potter was an unfortunate incident" Dumbledore nodded.

"There were dementors where they shouldn't have been" Regulus replied, controlling his irritation, "what kind of security are we giving these children? They didn't even stop Sirius from entering the school."

And that's even worse. The Dementors only had that function, to capture Sirius and take him back to Azkaban, instead they are strolling around the school grounds without capturing their target and still attacking students.

The worst thing, Regulus feels, is that no one at the ministry will do anything about it. Everyone was very committed to arresting their brother again, it seemed like they couldn't think of anything else other than that. Probably because of the widespread shame and how tarnished the image of the Ministry the department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Auror Headquarters was that the escape caused and how much worse it gets with each passing week with Sirius running free.

Regulus still wants to slap some people, Dumbledore especially, the headmaster could have used more of his influence to stop the dementors from being allowed to stay in that region. They could be replaced by the Aurors, but Black also knows that the purpose of leaving the non-beings there, hunting freely for Sirius, is so that when they capture him they give him the Dementor's kiss and make him just a vegetable, practically dead.

Who would care if Sirius was captured lifeless? Everyone already believes he is guilty of a terrible betrayal, his death would probably be celebrated.

This bothers Regulus, he doesn't want his brother dead, even though something has gone very wrong with Sirius and he has actually leaned into the problematic beliefs of his background. The idiot was still his older brother and he wanted him to have a good life.

Sirius however was not the current problem, he was overshadowed by the event of the Quidditch game.

Regulus was still unconvinced that this happened, the dementors appearing out of nowhere, dozens of them at once. And then Potter was falling unconscious as if he were dead, gaining speed with every meter he descended.

O spell Considerable momentum was what saved him when most of the other players realized it was too late to catch up to him. Everyone was distracted by Hufflepuff's victory after Cedric Diggory achieved the snitch first.

Now Potter was in the infirmary still unconscious and Regulus had to be there, having to listen to nonsense about what an unfortunate incident it was when all the teachers had already discussed how it was more of a matter of time anyway. With so many people gathered in one place, out in the open, buzzing with the game and distracted from their surroundings, their appearance was something that could have happened at any time, unfortunately for Harry it was while he was in the air.

[...]

Harry Potter

Harry didn't even notice when he blacked out, but when he started to wake up there were voices around him that made him aware. pulled completely out of unconsciousness, very familiar voices, but they weren't talking to him, just about him.

"Isn't he very pale?"

"Pale...?"

"What did you expect...?"

"Come on Ron, let's throw you off the astronomy tower..."

"and see how you get on."

Harry began to recognize the voice, but based on the pattern of the sentences, it was Fred and George and they always completed each other's sentences.

He opened his eyes, but everything was kind of bright and blurry. He could notice something around him but couldn't differentiate much.

Again it was the twins whom he could more or less recognize, taller than most, their red hair standing out even amidst what he imagined to be red clothes.

A deeper intake of breath from Harry was what betrayed his consciousness, suddenly it seemed like everyone was looking at him.

"I bet a lot better than he looks" Harry joked.

He realized he was lying down, he easily imagined it was in the infirmary, if he passed out during the game that's where he would be taken.

Harry moved to sit down and the person sitting next to him on the bed handed him his glasses.

"How are you feeling" was Hermione.

When the glasses were in place he noticed how worried she looked.

"I'm great" he replied trying to be reassuring.

He really was fine, all the cold and sadness was gone, it's almost like he just took a nap.

Harry sat down and watched his classmates around the bed, George sat in the chair next to him, and Ron was standing right behind Hermione. Fred, Seamus, and Neville were at the foot of the bed. The twins were still dressed in their Quidditch uniform and equipment. Neville still had his face painted half red and half gold.

"You gave us a scare out there," Fred said.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"Well..." Ron hesitated, "you fell off your broom.

Harry blinked at him.

"Do you swear?" sarcasm flowed through his voice, Ron was a great friend but sometimes he made such stupid comments "I was talking about the game, who won?"

It was Hermione's turn to look uneasy, she stood up and Harry could see her broom in tatters in Ron's arms.

"No one blames you, Harry" Hermione said, placing a strand of curly hair behind her ear, "the Dementors weren't supposed to be there, after saving you, Dumbledore kicked them out of there."

"So Hufflepuff won?" Harry asked just to confirm.

"Yeah, Diggory caught the Snitch..." Fred started to say.

"...but when we saw you falling he tried to cancel the game." George completes

"I was saying it wasn't fair and everything..."

"...But it's already been decided, they won."

"Oliver agreed..."

"...not very happy but agreed."

Great a defeat just to improve your bad day. He sighed and let himself lean back against the pillow George arranged against the headboard.

"There's one more thing you need to know," Ron said and Harry looked at his arms, his broom wrapped in some checkered cloth "When you fell... well your broom hit the Whomping Willow, and it..."

Ron didn't need to finish, it was obvious what happened to his broom, but seeing it without the cloth, the broken pieces, and some stuck by wood lint.

Because your day couldn't get any worse.