Chapter 239

"Is there anything that could go wrong here?" Harry worriedly asked, trying to make sure that Lisa's mum, who was standing on Nicholas's other side, wouldn't hear what they were talking about.

"I doubt it," was the quiet reply, "We have most of the Neutral side convinced, especially since Albus managed to get the last word in with that witness. Other than that, he will be meeting with as many progressive aligned members he can to try and convince them to vote for us. With both the Progressives and the Neutrals in the bag, we should have no problems winning."

That was both good and slightly uncomfortable to hear.

It was just like Dumbledore had said. It wasn't about the law, but about convincing a group of people to side with you. But at the same time, it was uncomfortable to know that there was such an obvious level of bias and corruption in a court of law.

'Oh well,' Harry thought with a sigh. That was a quest for another day.

For now, he was just glad that this whole mess was almost over. It was time to head back home, kick loose, and harass Perenelle for some cake.

Ping!

Quest Alert!

Harass Perenelle for some cake.

Rewards,

Cake

Failure,

No cake

YES/NO?

Finally. A nice quest.

With a smile, Harry pressed yes and followed Nicholas and Lisa's mum as they followed the last Wizengamot member out of the courtroom and up the stairs, before heading up the Department of Mysteries hallway towards the elevator that had a massive crowd in front of it.

They joined the group of plum robed Wizengamot members in waiting for the next elevator, Harry trying to ignore the glances and looks towards him.

A thin plum robed witch with horn-rimmed glasses and greying hair pushed her way through the crowd over to where they were standing, before grabbing Lisa's mum in a tight hug.

"Oh Margaret," she said into the woman's shoulder, "Don't you worry darling. I'm sure little Lisa will be out and about in no time. Don't you worry."

"Thank you Esther," Lisa's mum replied gratefully, hugging back before they separated, "Do you need me to come in today?"

Esther nodded apologetically, holding onto her witch's hat lest it fall off, "You know how it is. Ever since the guard from Azkaban reported this morning that Sirius Black had escaped somehow, it has all been outright chaos. We need all hands on deck to keep those Prophet people from stealing all the documents from the archives."

Sirius Black.

The name had been splattered across the newspapers all morning, with headlines like 'Back in Black!' and 'Escape from Azkaban!' filling up the front page of the Prophet. Harry had heard the name mentioned a few times in the stories he had heard from people about his father, but he hadn't ever thought to look for the man.

"This is Nick Potter." Mrs. Turpin said, dragging Harry's attention back to the present as she introduced them to Esther, "And you know who the young man is."

"Of course I do," Esther said, shaking first Nicholas's then Harry's hand, "Esther McGoogly at your service, gents. I run the Ministry Archives and Library. Margaret here works under my supervision."

"Good to meet you ma'am," Harry said as he shook her hand.

"Likewise young man. Likewise," She said, before her eyes widened as a light bulb seemed to go off in her head, "You know what? You should come down to the Archives sometime. A lot of the pictures in your parent's house were taken by the DMLE as evidence after what happened all those years ago. Nobody's needing them anymore, so you might as well come take them. It's only right that you have them back."

Harry's eyes widened, but before he could do more than look at Nicholas, a loud clang and clank sounded, the elevator once again shuddered to place, and they were carried along with the crowd as they entered the cramped elevator. The grills closed in, and the elevator creaked threateningly, filled well past its safety limit as they headed down.

The next two minutes had to have been amongst the most unpleasant in Harry's entire life.

For the first minute, Harry cursed his stupidly short height as he was squashed in between three plump men from the back and both sides and had to stand with his face in another one's behind, frantically praying to whatever deity that existed that the man in front of him wouldn't develop sudden flatulence issues.

Halfway through the ride, the elevator stopped and quite a few people emptied out.

But before Harry could even take a breath of fresh air, a wizard holding a large Crup by his side entered the elevator and decided that the spot in front of Harry would be a fantastic place to stand. Harry spent the next minute getting repeatedly smacked in the face by the Crup's wagging tail and glaring angrily at Nicholas as the old man sniggered away mercilessly from the corner he was standing in.

When he finally escaped the elevator out into the Atrium's open-air he propped his hands on his knees as he took deep heaving breaths, not giving a rat's arse about the people who stopped to stare amusedly at him.

Ping!

Due to going through the smacktastic elevator, take a pity point. Take +1 to Vit!

"Are you alright Harry?" he heard Nicholas ask before he looked up to see him standing with a concerned looking Mrs. Turpin.

"No"

Nicholas turned to Mrs. Turpin, "He's alright. Why don't you go finish up your work and get some rest? Tomorrow will be a difficult day."

Mrs. Turpin nodded, before turning to Harry with a grateful smile, "Thank you for believing in my Lisa Harry. You and Nick both. Your…"

She looked to Nicholas wonderingly. Harry picking up on it, shot Nicholas a glare and promptly replied, "I call him Grandpa Nefario."

She gave a chuckle, before continuing, "Your…guardian really helped me get through this yesterday's trial, and you helped Professor Dumbledore defend Lisa. No matter what happens tomorrow, I'm grateful."

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