Both Hermione and I have been here, ever since. So, I have no idea what Dumbledore's done other than contact you, since you're here."
Matthias stood staring at Daphne, nodding his head a little, before he obviously came to a decision. He turned to Harry and said, "You've done your job... and I thank you for that... now I do mine." He turned to Deece where she was comforting Hermione and said, "According to Harry, Madam Pomfrey will return in about twenty minutes. In the meantime, I'm going to have words with our so-called esteemed Headmaster." And he strode from the room.
From where he was sitting Harry looked at Deece when she turned back from watching her husband leave; and, feeling quite ashamed for himself, said, "I've failed you both, Ma'am. And, for..."
"Nonsense!" she interrupted. "No one expects you to stand bodyguard for either of the girls; especially here, in Hogwarts.
"No. The fault lies entirely with the staff and the culprit. Matthias and I both know that."
With a sigh and a resigned nod, Harry had no choice but to agree.
"Now," said Deece. "Have either of you eaten?"
Harry replied, "No, Ma'am," as Hermione shook her head.
"Then the two of you had best head down to dinner," she firmly ordered. "I'll remain until you get back."
"Thank you," both quietly said, unwilling to argue. And, together, they left the infirmary.
Up in the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore was 'entertaining' a very irate Matthias Greengrass.
"I take it the aurors have been and removed young Mister Flint from the school, Albus?" Matthias snarled at the Headmaster.
"There's no need to involve the aurors, Matthias..." tried Dumbledore.
"The bloody Hell there isn't!" barked Matthias in sudden obvious fury. "My daughter could easily have died, you old fool! Now call the bloody aurors to have them fully investigate this matter; or, I will!"
"I've already investigated the..."
"You're not a bloody investigator, Albus," Matthias again interrupted. "That's not your job; and you're certainly not qualified to investigate such a serious matter! You have ten seconds to call them, Albus; or, again, I will!"
"Now, Matthias..."
"Nine!"
"Let's not be..."
"Eight!"
"There's really no..."
"Seven!"
"Matthias, plea..."
"Six!"
Dumbledore sighed.
"Five!"
The Headmaster began to rise from behind his desk.
"Four!"
"Alright, Matthi..."
"Three!"
Dumbledore finally hurried to the fireplace.
"Two!"
He collected a pinch of Floo powder and threw it into the grate. "Aurors!" he firmly called, kneeling.
As soon as the flames turned green, he stuck his head in. "Good evening, Albus Dumbledore here... Yes... I wonder if I may trouble you to send a couple of your finest to talk to us about the assault of one of our students... Yes." Sigh "Yes, I'm actually asking for the aurors to visit... Yes... When you have time."
"Now!" roared Matthias.
"Yes," said Dumbledore as he flinched. "That was the father of the student... Matthias Greengrass... It was his eldest, Daphne... Yes." Sigh "Yes, I'll open the connection. One moment."
The old man pulled his head from the flames, allowed the flames to die out, and opened the connection for the aurors to step through.
A couple moments later, two aurors stepped from the fireplace in a flash of green flames.
"Ah, said Dumbledore. "Master Auror Scrimgeour and Senior Auror Shacklebolt. Nice of you to join us."
"What's this about a student being attacked, Dumbledore?" Scrimgeour asked with a frown.
"There was a small altercation..." he tried.
"Hippogriff dung!" barked Matthias. "My daughter was attacked from behind by... allegedly... Marcus Flint. Also attacked was her bond-sister, Miss Granger. I want the matter fully investigated and the perpetrators hauled before a criminal sitting of the Wizengamot! She's still undergoing treatment within the hospital wing even now!"
Scrimgeour glared at Dumbledore and asked, "Is this the matter you refer to as a 'small altercation', Professor? A serious assault by one student upon another than landed the victim in the hospital wing undergoing significant treatment for their injuries?"
"I have twice spoken with the young man responsible..."
"Why?" growled Scrimgeour, cutting him off.
"Pardon?" asked Dumbledore, surprised by the question.
"Why did you speak with the person responsible?" asked the Master Auror. "You're not a qualified investigator. You've not been trained in how to conduct such interviews. Why did you speak to them other than confirming they were somehow involved?"
"I am the Headmaster," Dumbledore tried.
"That's irrelevant," snapped Scrimgeour. "Being the Headmaster does not qualify you as an investigative interviewer. In future, you will leave all such matters to us. If you do not, you will be considered to have interfered with an auror investigation and a formal complaint of such will be forwarded to both the Wizengamot and the School Board. Stay out of such matters other than to contact the DMLE."
While Dumbledore appeared shocked to his curly pointed slippers from having been so thoroughly reprimanded, Shacklebolt asked, "Where is Mister Flint now?"
Dumbledore spluttered a little before he replied, "He should be now, or in a little while, in the Great Hall for dinner."
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