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Chapter 12-Game Plan

Harry POV

     "How do we tell them?" Remus asked the assembled crowd. With him and Sirius having returned from dropping my parents off at St. Mungo's, it was now them, Tonks, Ron, Hermione, Kingsley, and me in a small meeting room. Everyone present knew that the issue at hand would have to be dealt with very carefully, and it showed on some of their expressions. Sirius was the worst, understandably. He was pacing back and forth and running one hand through his unbrushed hair, while the other rotated between his leather jacket and goatee. I thought about what had to happen: every detail of the story had to be told right, or my parents would question everything. "Harry," Hermione said thoughtfully, "You should tell them. We'll make sure the story is right, but having you tell it to them might make them calmer." Sirius stopped pacing, "That's- that's a good idea. Yeah, that'll work." His voice was shaking, as if in denial. It was Kingsley, however, that came up with the final plan: "What if we use a pensive? James and Lily will be discharged soon enough, as both of their injuries are minor, so when they get back here we can use a pensive full of memories from most of us. I know a spell that, if needed, will remove any tampering from said memories, and Harry could be the one to get them and explain the process while the pensive is prepared." All heads nodded in agreement, the plan was a go. As I headed out, Remus stopped me. "I want you to be careful, use vague vocabulary, and don't make them think anything is wrong. Your parents are already agitated enough, I don't want it to be worse." I nodded, "Talk less, smile more." Remus chuckled, "That's a good way to put it."

I only needed to wait ten minutes for my parents to enter the waiting room, and I spent that time going over what I would tell them. They looked much better now, the healers had done their jobs. Now I could see their outfits much better; my dad was wearing a nice blue shirt with jeans held up by a black belt, and a pair of black-and-white sneakers. My mother, on the other hand, was wearing a pink sweatshirt and army green cargo pants, her dark red hair peeking out of her hood and complimenting her brown hiking boots. My outfit was similar, which made sense; I was wearing my trench coat over a white dress shirt and black pants with sneakers. Once they spotted me and waved, I stood up and made my way over to them. We hugged, and then I was up, "We're gonna go back to the Ministry." I said, "Kingsley needs a full account of what happened at Malfoy Manor, including what happened to you guys." Their smiles never let down, "Well duh," my mom said, "I was gonna ask why they didn't do that earlier." My dad snickered, "Then let's go!"

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A/N:
I'M SORRRRRRYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! I know it's been a while and the next chapter, Padfoot's Tail (hahaha punz), will be up really soon so I hope this chapter was worth it (probably not tho I suck) and I gave you a free Hamilton reference so yah. Thanks for all the votes though!!!

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