Harry, Mr. Weasley and I stood on the escalators leading to the London underground. Mr. Weasly was like a child in a sweet shop, so excited he looked like he would faint.
"Trains. Underground." Mr. Weasley exclaimed in awe as we reached the floor. "Ingenious these muggles."
We approached a card scanner, one where you can't walk through until you scan an underground card. But of course, Mr. Weasley didn't know that.
So he walked into it.
Multiple times.
Eventually, after Harry and I had stopped laughing, Harry pulled out his card and swiped it so Mr. Weasley could go through. Mr. Weasley watched Harry intensely as he swiped his card, then as the barriers opened he walked through them backwards, then gave an "ah" of understanding as Harry and I made our way through the barrier one at a time.
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We got off the underground and made our way up to the surface in Whitehall. Then, Harry, Mr. Weasley and I went walking around London looking for something, but Mr. Weasley wouldn't tell us what we were actually looking for. "It's a surprise. Prepare to be amazed." He told us.
Finally, we reached an empty street and Mr. Weasley approached a red telephone box. "Here we are." He beamed.
Harry and I approached the box as Mr. Weasley swung open the door while saying "I've never used the visitor's entrance before. Should be fun."
Mr. Weasley worked at the Ministry as the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, which made his obsessive interest in muggle items actually sort of make sense.
He stepped inside the telephone box then gestured Harry and I to join him.
"How are we all going to fit in that? It's barely big enough for one person!" I exclaimed looking the the telephone box which was the same size as a cardboard box, except tall enough to fit a maximum of two people in it.
"Squeeze in now." Mr. Weasley said, gesturing for us to get into the box.
Somehow, Harry and I managed to get into the box, I was pressed in between the side of the telephone and the glass with Harry next to me. Mr. Weasley however, was reaching into his pocket after closing the door.
We probably looked like right idiots to sparsely passing muggles.
"I'll just get my muggle money." Mr. Weasley explained, he put a round coin into the money slot and then dialed the number 62442. After that Mr. Weasley turned to look through the glass as mechanism sounds began to turn below us.
The telephone box began to lower, another box replacing it from no-where. We soared down the levels, then the atrium on level eight of the building came into sight. I had read about the building and had seen pictures, but never seen it in real life, and it was exactly as it was in the books.
Once the box hit the floor Mr. Weasley opened the door, allowing me to get away from the stuffy air in the box, I was just glad I'm not claustrophobic.
Crowds of witches and wizards surrounded us, either entering or leaving the secret underground building by floo powder, fireplaces or telephone boxes.
The lobby was a very long hall with a over-polished dark wood floor, the ceiling was a radiant shade of blue filled with a variety of golden symbols. The walls were dotted with fireplaces, which were one of the ways to enter the Ministry building, the left hand side for arrivals and the right hand side for departures.
We walked further into the lobby, past the fireplaces to face a giant golden statue, the Fountain of Magical Brethren and even further down the Magic is Might Monument. A huge banner hung from the ceiling with a motion picture of the Minister printed onto it. At the very back of the hall was the security desk, a cafe called the Ministry Munchies and a set of double golden gates that reached halfway up the high ceiling, leading to the lifts to access the other floors. There were ten floors, but only nine were accessible through the lift, you had to use the stairs to reach the tenth floor.
After passing the golden gates we stepped into one of the lifts crammed with all sorts of witches and wizards. Mr. Weasley said hello to one of them just as independently flying paper planes flew into the lift, hovering above our heads.
"Interdepartmental memos." Mr. Weasley explained, leaning across to talk to Harry and I from behind us."We used to use owls. Mess was unbelievable."
I chuckled as Mr. Weasley stepped away to let Kingsley into the back of the lift, who then whispered something to him.
"Merlin's beard! Thank you, Kingsley." Mr. Weasley nodded, then a safety gate shut instead of lift doors. "They've changed the time of your hearing."
"When is it?" Harry and I asked at the same time.
"In five minutes." Mr. Weasley replied as the lift began to move backwards, heading to the required floors for each witch and wizard.
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"Department of Mysteries." A voice echoed though-out the lift as the gates opened, a few people had gotten off so it was only myself, Harry, Mr. Weasley, Kingsley and a another man in the lift.
The three of us waited a moment before stepping out of the lift, leaving Kingsley and the other wizard to zoom away. As we walked through the corridors voices could be heard bouncing off the walls.
"And I’m confident, minister, that you will do the right thing." I recognised the voice, it sounded similar to Draco's.
"Yes, but we must be…" The Minister of Magic trailed off he noticed Harry, Mr. Weasley and I standing at the opposite end of the corridor looking at them.
Then Mr. Weasley put one hand on each of our backs and pushed us down a different corridor. Lucius Malfoy and Cornelius Fudge watching us until we were out of their sight, although their convocation could no longer be heard.
Finally we approached a wooden door and we all stopped in front of it.
"Remember, during the hearing speak only when you’re spoken to. Keep calm. You’ve done nothing wrong. As the Muggles say, truth will out. Yes?" Mr. Weasley asked, unsure if he had used the right saying, Harry and I just nodded back at him.
It was quite nerve racking to be honest, in an hour I would know if I was to ever return to Hogwarts, or if I had to spend another long three years in that bloody orphanage.
"I'm not allowed in, I'm afraid." Mr. Weasley told us last minute. "Good luck you two."
We looked at each other, and then made our way into the courtroom.
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