Ch195- Gathering the Team!
Ch195- Gathering the Team!
When Daphne, Tracey, and Hannah started to argue about the color of the walls for the Duelling Club, Harry leaned closer to Susan's ear and whispered, "Is your Aunt coming today?"
Susan blushed as she felt Harry's warm breath tickling her ear and nodded shyly. Since it was a match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, Susan would be going to watch, and the VIP rooms were perfect for students to spend time with their guardians. Amelia often tried to come to see Susan during such matches. "Do you have something to discuss with my aunt?" Susan then asked.
Harry nodded but didn't elaborate. It was too early to reveal his plans to his friends. "I'll catch up with her after the match," he said, offering Susan a reassuring smile.
As breakfast continued, the conversation shifted back to the Duelling Club, with everyone contributing ideas and suggestions. Harry's mind, however, was already racing ahead to the meeting with Amelia Bones. He knew he needed her support to handle Pettigrew.
After breakfast, Harry and his friends made their way to the Quidditch pitch. The excitement was palpable as students filled the stands, ready for the match. The game was intense, with both teams showcasing their skills. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were evenly matched, and the score remained close throughout.
Finally, the match ended with Hufflepuff narrowly defeating Ravenclaw. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Susan beamed with pride.
As he entered the VIP section, he saw Amelia Bones sitting next to Susan, chatting animatedly. Madam Amelia noticed Harry and gave him a welcoming smile.
"Hello, Harry. Susan tells me you’ve been quite the busy bee," Amelia said warmly.
Harry smiled back, taking a seat. "Yes, ma'am. There's always something to keep me occupied at Hogwarts."
"How did you enjoy the match, Harry?" Amelia asked him.
Harry nodded, "It was great! Hufflepuff played really well."
Amelia smiled, "They did indeed. What can I do for you, Harry?"
Harry glanced around to ensure they had some privacy before speaking, "I need to discuss something important with you, something related to... certain dangers at Hogwarts."
Amelia's expression turned serious, "Of course, Harry. Let's find a more private place to talk."
They moved to a quieter corner of the stands. Harry took a deep breath and began, "I have reason to believe that Peter Pettigrew is alive and hiding at Hogwarts. I know it sounds unbelievable, but I've gathered enough evidence to be sure."
Amelia's reaction was more vivid than Harry had anticipated. She was one of the Aurors who was first to arrive at Godric's Hollow and saw Sirius's crazed laughters and cries that day. She was still reminded of that maddening night whenever she heard the man's name, with a good amount of disgust for his betrayal. Not only to James and Lily Potter but also to poor Pettigrew. But Harry said Peter was alive?
"How?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of disbelief and cautious interest.
Harry shook his head, his expression serious. "I can't reveal too much right now. All I can say is, I can bring him in front of you after you deal with all the legal aspects of such a scandal."
Amelia thought for a long moment, her brows furrowed in concentration. This wasn't an easy case. Sirius was the Lord of one of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Houses in Britain, but he betrayed the Potters and sided with Voldemort. Anything related to that man would mean a lot of heat from above and exposure. If Harry was mistaken, she would be risking more than her career.
"How certain are you?" she asked, her tone revealing the weight of her decision.
Harry looked into her eyes and said firmly, "100%."
Amelia took a deep breath, considering the young boy's confidence and the implications of his claim. "Alright, Harry. I'll look into the legal procedures necessary to handle Pettigrew's capture. But you must understand the gravity of this situation. If you're wrong..."
"I'm not wrong," Harry interjected, his voice steady. "But I appreciate your caution. I'll do everything I can to ensure you have what you need."
Nigel's voice chimed in Harry's mind, "Bold move, Master Harry. Convincing an Auror to take your word on this matter is no small feat. Shall I prepare a celebratory cup of tea for when this all works out?"
Harry resisted the urge to smile at Nigel's comment, focusing instead on Amelia. "Thank you, ma'am. I know this isn't easy."
Amelia nodded, her expression softening slightly. "Very well, Harry. I'll trust you on this. Just be careful."
Harry left the meeting feeling a mix of relief and determination. As he walked back to the Slytherin common room, his mind was already racing ahead to the next steps. He knew he had to approach Snape and Lupin carefully, ensuring they understood the importance of secrecy and precision in handling Pettigrew.
Later that day, Harry found himself in Professor Snape's office. The dimly lit room, with its shelves of potion ingredients and dark wooden furniture, always had a way of making students feel on edge. Snape's piercing gaze didn't help.
"Mr. Potter," Snape said, his voice dripping with its usual distaste for everything in existence. "What brings you here?"
Harry took a deep breath. "Professor, I need your help with something extremely important. It involves Peter Pettigrew."
Snape's expression didn't change, but Harry could see the flicker of interest in his eyes. "And what, pray tell, do you need my help with regarding a dead man?"
Harry met Snape's gaze, unwavering. "That is the thing. He's not dead, sir. Pettigrew is alive."
Snape's eyes narrowed, his skepticism evident. "This had better not be a waste of my time, Potter."
"I assure you, it's not," Harry replied firmly. "But I need your expertise and discretion to capture him and ensure justice is served."
Snape studied Harry for a moment, then nodded curtly. "Very well. But if this turns out to be a wild goose chase, there will be consequences."
"Understood, sir," Harry said, feeling a surge of relief.
With Snape tentatively on board, Harry's next stop was Lupin. He found the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in his office, grading papers. Lupin looked up and smiled warmly as Harry entered.
"Hello, Harry. What can I do for you?"
Harry quickly explained the situation, watching as Lupin's expression shifted from surprise to concern. "That's a serious accusation, Harry."
Lupin thought a thousand things in a split second. His eyes darted from side to side, as if he were seeing different scenes play out before him. He finally spoke, "Harry, give me the map."
Harry looked at him with guarded eyes and replied, "I don't know what you are talking about, sir."
Lupin didn't believe him, so he stood up and walked closer. "Where did you find him?"
Harry didn't answer directly. "I trust you, and I want you to know, that's why I came to you. Ms. Bones and Professor Snape will be there when I reveal him. If you trust me, you can join. If not, I'm prepared to handle this myself."
Lupin studied Harry's face intently, searching for any sign of deception. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, Lupin nodded, but his eyes betrayed a hint of resignation and sadness. "Very well, Harry. I'll be there."
As Harry left Lupin's office, he felt a mix of relief and disappointment. "Seems like Lupin cannot be trusted," he muttered to himself. He wanted to trust his father's friend, to be close to him, but it seemed that wouldn't be possible. He watched through his system map as Lupin headed towards Dumbledore's office. Sighing, Harry realized he had to proceed with his plan carefully.
Nigel's voice chimed in, "A prudent move, Master Harry. Trust is a rare commodity in these times. Better to err on the side of caution."
Harry nodded absently, already planning his next steps. He knew that revealing Pettigrew to the world was crucial, but it had to be done right. With Amelia Bones and Snape on his side, he had a chance to make this work.
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