Waters waved his wand and dispersed the wards, Harry simply thought his away. They left the room and wandered back to the Headmaster's office. No one was in the hallway, and they didn't know the password for Mr. Waters to go and see if they were up there. Harry still refuse to go anywhere the man might be. It was none of his damn business what he said to the cops, or his lawyer.
So Albert shot off a Patronus and ordered it to find Madam Bones, and let her know they were ready for her. The silvery fox flew through the wall on the opposite side of the gargoyle. The two men talked of how to make and use the Patronus, until a silvery cat came up to Mr. Waters and said, "We are in the Great Hall. Please, meet us there."
They went there and saw Bones and Shacklebolt talking to the Slytherin House Ghost. Harry wondered if he was going to tell the whole truth this time as they made their way to the other end of the table. When Madam Bones finished, she came and sat with them, her Auror standing at her back. Harry gave her a much more abbreviated recount of the last week.
When he was done she sighed. "Well, like Mr. Waters I'm sure has already informed you, all of this is going to be hard to prove. You didn't know Mr. Weasley was stealing your things, though we can take him in for questioning. I will warn you that even though they are poor, the pure-blood laws are on their side," she said, taking her eye piece off and rubbing the red area.
"Can't you just scare him straight? There's a program in the States, where they take kids to the prison and have the prisoner frighten them into not committing crimes. I don't know much about it. I only caught the gist from the news, but it might work," Harry asked, not really liking this world very much and once again thought maybe he was just wasting his time here. Then he remembered what Sirius said and internally pouted.
"You don't know much about Azkaban do you?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"No, ma'am, I know very little about this world," he admitted. "Only what my friends have told me since I got back."
"There are creatures, demons really, that guard the island. They suck every bit of happiness out of you, leaving you with only your worse memories, and if you're condemned they will take your soul. Do you really want to put young Mr. Weasley through something so horrific?" Amelia asked, hoping that he wasn't that Dark. Albus had warned her that this boy was not the boy hero they knew before. He was much more argumentative and callous.
"No, I guess not, but there has to be something you can do. From what I know of the rest of the Weasley family, I don't want the parents punished for the sins of the child. The twins said that if I died, or was never found, he was going to keep my stuff. That cloak, from what I'm told, has been in my family for hundreds of years. There has to be something in the laws about family heirlooms," Harry said firmly, thinking that if the Aurors didn't do anything, then he was going to take it into his own hands. With his grasp on magic, illusions shouldn't be too hard.
"I can try and impress on how wrong stealing is. But, the only other recourse is to fine his parents," she stated, writing a few ideas down on her pad.
"Right," Harry said, folding his arms and slouching in his seat. Here was one more adult that can't do anything.
"Mr. Potter, I would like nothing better than to throw the book at him, but my hands are tied with the pure-blood laws," she said, looking at the sulking child.
"I know, I'm sorry, it's just that I can't seem to catch a break," Harry said, sitting up and rubbing his hand over his weary face. Then he perked up. "Hey, what about the whole Boy-Who-Lived thing, or the fact that one of my friends says that the Potters were a very influential family, don't those count?" he asked, hoping that it made some difference.
"You have not been reading the papers, have you?" she waited until he shook his head. "Right now you are considered a glory hound and a cheat. Your fame will do you no good. Had your father not married a Muggleborn, then you would be able to use your family name. But, as it is you are a half-blood, and have very little pull in the Ministry," she stated with another sigh. Fudge had made that very clear when she informed him that she was coming here. It was only the fact that he was the Boy-Who-Lived and a Potter that all of this wasn't buried.
"Well, fuck," Harry said, once more slouching down.
"Watch your tongue, young man," she snapped as his lawyer nudged him with an elbow.
"Sorry."
"I will investigate all of this, including the part about Mr. Black, and get back to you on what I find. However, don't get your hopes up that much will be done," she said as she gathered her notes. "Perhaps some of this will put you in a better light with the public, and then you can use your pull. But for now…" she trailed off with a great deal of frustration lacing her tone. She gave him and small smile, which didn't give him much hope, and with that she and Shacklebolt left the room.
"Don't worry, Harry, I'll do some digging on my own. Politics is a cutthroat game, which I play very well. I'll make sure something is done. I know we can get a restraining order on Dumbledore, and I'll try to get one on the Weasley kid," Waters stated, giving the boy a pat on the arm and the getting his stuff together. "It is what you hired me for, after all."
"We never did discuss fees," Harry said, picking at the table.
"Your godfather is paying. He is the adult," Waters said, waving it away and getting up from the table. "I'll see myself out. Do try and stay out of trouble." And he left, leaving Harry all alone in the room.
"Right, trouble," the dark-haired amnesiac said as a wicked smile came across his face
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