It was an unspoken agreement that led to Remus Lupin pushing Aurors out of the way for Sirius Black, and himself, to reach their godson first . Sure, they had both seen the boy destroy the Dark Lord once and for all… but that fact did not seem to register in their minds until they had pulled him off the bench, much to the annoyance of the girl who had been practically glued to his side, and into a protective hug.
"Merlin pup… don't ever scare us like that again…"
"Sirius… when you are done I believe we need to have a talk with the boy you are currently suffocating." Albus called from nearby, earning a growl from the Werewolf, who was equally crushing said boy in the hug.
The kindly old man, along with several adults promptly approached, before starting on their questions.
"Is what we saw true?"
"Is he-who-must-not-be-named gone for good?"
"What about the others who were here?"
"Can you identify anyone?
"What happened?"
"What was the first thing you remember?" The last question had been asked far more gently, by the eldest Wizard, but there was still a feeling of force behind it, one that neither of the two Marauders appreciated.
"You may talk to Harry and us after we have taken him to get checked over."
"Sirius my boy we simply…"
This time the man's response was far less pleasant, " After Dumbledore. He did just kill Voldemort, I am sure whatever you want to know can wait an hour to ensure any injuries are healed."
Shacklebolt looked ready to protest the 'command', until a look from his director promptly silenced him, "I agree with Lord Black. There is enough residual Magic in the area to keep the department busy for days even without his testimony. If we were to try and use what he says now at a trial it would be thrown out based on trauma until he is diagnosed healthy."
Dumbledore nodded, "Hogwarts then? I am sure Madam Pomfrey…"
"Considering that professor Moody was the one who brought me here? I don't think that is the best idea." Harry muttered, earning a scowl from Lupin.
"St. Mungos it is. We will be taking any of the Champions who want to go along with us."
Fleur immediately volunteered to the offer given by the Pureblood, but the other two Tournament participants opted to return to Hogwarts instead.
...
"This way please, Harry."
"That is Lord Potter if you will." Sirius had to stifle his giggle at the snarl from the Veela. Originally, they had been greeted by an older Wizard to do the diagnosis, but he had been called away on some emergency and thus a, much younger, female had taken his job. One that taken more than a few seconds to look over the teen when she had approached them.
"Um, yes of course. We will be doing the scan in a private room over here; the examination will be in private so Lord Potter if you could step inside we will begin…"
This time the blonde practically growled at the Mediwitch, "I do not think a private exam is necessary. Surely you can do your job with us three in the room hm?"
...
Two hours, and a rather disappointed young Witch, later and the two teenagers had been given a clean bill of health after a few minor healing Charms along with some calming drought. From there the group had simply taken a few more minutes to relax, before addressing the issue currently before them.
"So Pup, what do you want to do about this interview Dumbledore and Bones want to have? Obviously, they are anxious to speak with you, but you are our priority. Say the word and we can tell them to shove off."
The boy paused to contemplate the idea, before shaking his head, "No… that will just make things more difficult in the long run. It is far better to just get this over with and see where it leads. Of course, you are free to make whatever decision you wish Fleur, I assume you will want to see your sister soon though?"
Nodding, the Veela finally felt a wave of exhaustion flood over her. Up until now it had been one life-risking event after another during this final task. Now that it was all over, and the potion was beginning to take effect, she felt herself falling asleep.
...
"Now then, could you tell us what happened my boy?" Dumbledore gently inquired, after Harry and his two godfathers had been seated in the room at the DMLE. Also present were Amelia Bones, Shacklebolt, and, the real, Moody.
It had been an hour since Harry was completely released from St. Mungos, meaning that it was also well after midnight. Fatigue was beginning to set in, and more than a few tempers were flaring because of it.
"Crouch," the man's identity had been discovered shortly after the 'rescue' of the Champions from the graveyard, revealed by the true Alastor Moody after he was set free, "put a Wand to my back and led me out of the stands before activating a Portkey. Once we arrived at the graveyard they talked about some ritual and needing my blood. Naturally, I refused until they brought the others in and promised their deaths if I did not cooperate."
"And you thought that reviving the Dark Lord was a good idea!?"
Sirius Black stood, rage in his eyes being directed at the Auror, "If your mutt can't keep his damn mouth shut then we will be leaving Director."
Said woman gave a, more than frosty, glare towards the dark-skinned man, who was promptly silenced. "He will behave Lord Black, please continue Harry."
Nodding, the boy went on, "After I cut my hand that guy threw a couple more things into the cauldron, including his finger, and seconds later old snake face showed up."
Bones nodded, that part had been projected, along with the start of the duel at least.
"He demanded a duel to 'settle things once and for all' and again threatened my friends. Luckily I was able to dodge the first couple curses he threw at me."
"Sounds like more than just luck Potter." the scarred Auror chimed in with a sickening grin. "Got yourself some talent there I think. If you're interested I can…"
"We do not recruit or train underage Wizards and Witches Alastor." Amelia growled, before gesturing towards the teen once more.
"Anyways, I basically just stayed alive until I had a clean shot and then… well you saw what happened."
"Yes, what spell was that Harry?" Albus inquired, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
"My own creation, I had been doing a bit of spell creation and research the past few years and figured out a way to reverse the Killing Curse. I didn't realize it would actually blow him up though… might have to work on that issue…"
Amelia chuckled, the boy was acting like he hadn't just created a defense to one of the most feared spells of all time. "Perhaps when you do that we could convince you to teach a few of the Aurors as well Mr. Potter? With the Death Eaters still free…"
" Exactly, what happened to them Potter?"
Harry just shrugged at the dark-skinned man, "Beats me, I lost consciousness when Voldy-shorts exploded. When I came to Fleur had placed me on the bench and the other two champions were nearby. I guess they just ran when they realized that Sirius Black was bringing swift and terrible vengeance."
The Black Lord grinned, giving the boy a comforting nudge.
"Can you identify any of them Harry?" Amelia inquired gently, earning a shake from the boy's head. "They were wearing masks and it was pretty dark at the time."
"Potter that isn't what…"
"I believe this interview is over." Remus interrupted the man, before rising with his best friend and godson. "If you have further questions you may run them by us first Amelia, but with all of the reporters and issues we are going to be dealing with in the upcoming months I don't want Harry bothered more than absolutely necessary."
"Of course, I will owl if anything else comes up ahead of time."
The two men nodded, before directing the teen out towards the Floos.
Before they fully exited Dumbledore called out once more, "Harry, about the Spell you used…"
He received a nod in return, "I would be happy to teach you Headmaster… but I am afraid the only way I can get it to work thus far is in Parseltongue so…"
The old man merely chuckled, "I suppose that is our luck, isn't it?"
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Four hours.
Severus Snape had been free for several hours now… and yet he couldn't stop himself from checking his arm every few minutes.
How long had it been since he could look at his arm and not see that God-awful tattoo?
"Thank you for coming my old friend." Dumbledore greeted as he sank down into his oversized chair. The Potion Master had received a request from the Headmaster to speak in private, and although he wanted nothing more than to just leave he couldn't help but feel inclined to accept one last time.
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