Not to worry, no abuse here, just a lot of good feelings and lots of tasty treats! Downside, it’s not a reading book chapter.
I don't own Harry Potter, but I did buy a poster with him on it. Does that count? No? I didn't think so.
It was ten minutes after they had arrived, that tables of food had appeared in front of them. However, no one felt like eating. they could only remember the vision of a fallen Harry, covered in blood, obviously dying. The hall was silent except for the sound of one person gulping down food eagerly. They, including the Minister, turned to glare at Madam Umbridge. Umbridge looked nonchalantly back, when her eyes locked on Sirius Black's she whipped out her wand. Dumbledore, still feeling the fury that had taken over him at the Dursleys, was much too quick for her, and disarmed her. Once again Kingsley took possession of her wand.
"Severus, do you have some Veritiserum about you? Let’s take care of this before anything else happens. I hope Harry forgives me, we could have done this a while ago." said Dumbledore coldly.
"Why didn't you, professor?" squeaked Hermione, still red-eyed.
"I wanted to bring Peter in, before I brought Sirius. I didn't want the Minister perform the Kiss too hastily on Sirius, before his innocence was proven. Ah, thank you Severus. For Sirius's peace of mind and out of respect for Harry, is this tainted in anyway?" said Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye.
"No, sir. That's the strongest vial of Veritiserum that I have on me. I wouldn't poison him, not in front of witnesses anyway." said Snape, muttering the last part.
"I heard that, but it is comforting to know that you have that much self-control. Now Sirius," he said Dumbledore as he waited for the man to approach the Head table. "Do you want the Veritiserum in a glass of red Chateauneuf or would you prefer Lalande de Pomerol?"
"Can't I take the potion straight?" asked Sirius.
"You can, but I thought you would like to celebrate your new freedom with a drink. That, and I thought you and I both would need a drink after what we both witnessed." said Dumbledore sadly. Sirius nodded furiously. He took the glass containing the Chateauneuf and held it out. Dumbledore poured a bit of the potion into his glass and they both lifted their glasses in a toast and drained them.
Sirius was going to have to hunt down a similar bottle of what he just had for himself. It was a beautiful taste that danced acrossed his tongue. Even the smell brought about memories of Christmas time at the Potters, spices, fruit and a hint of truffles. This was a bottle he had to find. Sirius eyes closed his eyes and felt himself fall backwards, but a chair had appeared from behind him.
"There Minister, he's ready to answer any question you have to ask." said Dumbledore, motioning towards the limp man in the chair.
"I've never seen Veritiserum do that." said Fudge suspiciously. Madame Bones groaned and sat forward.
"When you mix wine and Veritiserum together, it has an intense calming effect. No doubt...Sirius needed it...I do too after seeing that poor boy..." eyes brimming with tears. She walked to the front of the table and faced Sirius Black, head tilted on his shoulder and glass dangling precariously from his limp hand.
"What is your name?" said Madame Bones.
"Sirius Orionus Black." said Sirius clearly, though appearing to be in a deep sleep.
"Were you the Secret-Keeper to the Potters?" said Madam Bones, her voice hard.
"Yes"
"Did you relinquish that position to someone else?" interjected Dumbledore.
