Scarhead (A Drarry Fic)

chapter twelve-Azkaban

Mr.Weasley spent the next half hour going over what Harry should say, and not say when in front of the minister. Draco had also gone through it with him, several more times after Mr.Weasley had. He was pretty confident he knew what to say. Although he grew more nervous the closer he got to walking out the door and heading over to the ministry.

He paced the kitchen as Mr.Weasley ran through the plan one more time, only half listening through the heartbeat he heard in his head.

"Whatever you do, do not pick a fight with him," Draco added once Mr.Weasley was done.

"Since when have I ever picked a fight with a man of greater power than I?" Harry asked, faking offense.

Draco rolled his eyes, "right, sorry. I must be mistaking you for another Harry Potter that I know. But seriously, they will discriminate you if you are not careful. Then who will be there to bail you out? Not me."

"Okay, okay. I get it. Do not tell them where I was for the past year, even though they probably already know that. Do not tell them where Draco is, or that I even stopped here before coming. Tell them how I survived and give in great detail, what happened to Voldemort. I think I got this." Harry said.

"And?" Hermione asked.

"And? Um, don't pick any fights?" they all nodded, "I think I am ready to go then."

Mr.Weasley got up and put a hand on his shoulder and together they apparated to the entrance of the ministry. He let Harry enter and apparate back to the house, Harry stepped into the phone booth and it shot them under the city into the bustling Ministry building. He rode to level two, where hundreds of ministry members awaited him. He had sent a letter just hours before telling them that he would like to meet and give them his story so that they would not be surprised when he just showed up.

Hundred of question began spilling out of their mouths all at once in huge chaos of noise. "Excuse me." Kingsley Shacklebolt yelled from the back of the crowd." Can everyone hold their questions until we get Mr.Potter seated." the room fell silent and he grabbed Harry by his underarm and dragged him to one of the courtrooms.

"Sir, I didn't think this was a trial," he said when he put him in a seat in front of the hundreds of ministry members.

"Don't think of it like that. Think of it as more of a briefing, in a courtroom." He joined the rest of the crowd and he was left there alone, feeling more awkward than he had ever felt before. "Now, Mr.Potter. I will ask the first question. How did you survive Voldemort, and why did you leave after?"

"Well sir," he began, remembering what Mr.Weasley had said about being polite. "I was hit with Voldemort's killing curse, he thought I was dead and they took me back to the castle where everyone was fighting, I hid under my invisibility cloak and ran through the castle trying to find him, he was going to kill Mrs.Weasley, so of course I tried to stop him, but it revealed my location. When Voldemort's killing curse from the Elder Wand strikes my shield charm, the Elder Wand flies out of Voldemort's hand into my hand and the Killing Curse is directed towards Voldemort. "He remembered telling Draco the exact same story after he had found him in the forest after the battle." I left after it was done, because my," he hesitated, "my boyfriend, had the mark." there were murmurs from the crowd. "He had done nothing wrong, he left with his mother to Siberia to escape Voldemort. Which is why I am here. To clear his name, because he is innocent."

"So you came back to clear his name? Do you have proof that he has done nothing wrong? last time I checked, he led a bunch of death eaters into Hogwarts and got a whole bunch of students injured," one of the ministry members said. Writing quickly on a notepad.

"Well, yes, but it was only because-"

"So you admit that he did commit the crime?"

"No, I mean yes, but-"

"Mr.Potter, if he did do the crime, there is no way that you can clear his name. We have to make the arrest."

"If you would just listen to me," he yelled over the conversations of the crowd. "He only did it because he was afraid of what Voldemort would do to him and his family, if you think about it, everyone who was one of his followers was doing the same, because they were scared, wouldn't you do what he told you if he threatened your life?"

But he could tell no one was listening to him anymore, they weren't worried about why he had done it, they were more concerned that he had done it.

"Mr.Potter, where is Mr.Malfoy now?"

"I...no. He's innocent! You can't arrest him and I am not giving away his location until you declare him innocent. Just listen to me for one goddamn second! He did let death eaters into the castle, but he didn't want to, he didn't kill anyone or torture anyone. He left as soon as the school year ended with his mother, he had nothing to do with half of the war."

they stared in silence, which gave him some hope that he had won this argument.

Kingsley Shacklebolt stood, "very well done Harry, but if you will not give us his location, we will have to put you in Azkaban. I am sorry Harry, but I am afraid I am going to have to charge you with obstruction for withholding information."

His heart picked up speed, "but, I've done nothing wrong, you can't do that. And neither has he."

"I'm sorry, but I can. Unless you will reveal the information that you are hiding, I will have to put you in his place until you are ready to talk, or he gives up his location and joins you, but it is illegal to withhold information in a court of law."

"You said this wasn't a court," he said glumly. He was not going to give Draco up, no matter how badly they punished him.

"Are you going to talk?"

"No, I will never give him up. He doesn't deserve to be locked up, he's done nothing wrong."

"Alright, you, Harry Potter, are under arrest for withholding information. Walk him through the back," he told two large looking men. They grasped his shoulders tightly and dragged him through the back door. He couldn't believe that he had lost.