Together [HP]

Snape nodded silently. "I hope the two students go back to the common room now, Headmaster," he said as he left the office.

"I think Professor Graham would rather see her daughter safe, Severus. As for Miss Granger, if you don't mind, may I trouble you to come with me to take Harry to the infirmary?"

"But Headmaster..." Snape turned around, about to say something, but Dumbledore stopped him with a raised finger.

"Go ahead, Severus."

Snape frowned slightly, and quickly left the room.

"And you, Jacqueline," said Dumbledore gently, "I think your mother should be waiting for you."

Jacqueline nodded and walked out the door.She felt calm, maybe a little too calm.Scene after scene flashed in her mind, from after she found Hermione in the auditorium to the scene just now, flying through her mind, as vivid as a photo.

These are really things I do?Jacqueline kept asking herself, this feeling is very strange, as if someone else's spirit possessed her body and manipulated her to do these things.She felt that her body was a little stiff, and it was difficult to raise her hands and feet. Am I petrified?She couldn't help thinking.

Jacqueline walked into Yuna's office. She was sitting on a chair opposite Yuna's desk. Yuna was writing letters one by one. There were several owls of different sizes standing on her window.

When Yuna heard the noise, she raised her head, and when she saw Jacqueline's face, she couldn't help but frowned. She raised her hand, poured a cup of black tea from the teapot, added two spoonfuls of milk, three cubes sugar. "Have some tea, Jacqueline." Yuna wrote with her head down, "You need it."

Jacqueline unconsciously held the teacup in her hand, until the first sip of hot tea mixed with the aroma of milk flowed down her throat and into her stomach, she felt as if she was alive again.

"Mom," she opened her mouth, she had been very calm tonight, but only now did she realize that her voice was shaking.

Yuna held out a finger to stop her, and she kept her head buried in writing letters, and the owl on the window kept coming and going, going and coming.

"Oh, Merlin." Before Jacqueline finished the cup of tea, a green light flashed in the fireplace in the room, and then a figure strode out from it, his face dripping with sweat , one after another dust.James lifted Jacqueline from the chair, "Thank you Merlin, you are intact. I am really scared to death. Promise me, my baby, from now on you suspect who is a Death Eater, you must run away Far away, the farther the better."

"Then about a week later, she can only stay behind closed doors in the castle." Yuna frowned and said, "How is the Auror?"

"Rufus took people to Azkaban as soon as he received your news. Fortunately, he made preparations in advance. It is still a bit difficult to summon all the Aurors back temporarily. However, if that person really comes back, we will Don't think there's anything stopping the dementors, and the damn Death Eaters trapped in there, from getting back to that man. How's baby Crouch? I hope Fudge isn't stupid enough to lock him back in Zkaban." James put his arms around Jacqueline and said, "Dumbledore... If Dumbledore is not crazy now, he is almost gone."

"You'd better go back to work, James." Yuna finally delivered the last letter, she leaned back in the chair tiredly, but her tone was full of warning, "Jacqueline, if you still have Anything you don't understand, now is a good time to ask me."

"I do have a problem." Jacqueline broke free from her father's arms, James whispered her name, but Jacqueline looked at them fiercely, "You know about this?" She slightly Dai asked angrily, "You guys, do you know that Moody is fake? You know!" She yelled, "But you didn't tell me! Why didn't you stop You-Know-Who! Why did you bring him back to life!"

"Dumbledore has a plan," Yuna said quietly.

"A plan to bring that man back to life..." James sighed, "Dumbledore..."

"James," Una said, "I think you should go back to your office now. You have important work to do there."

James looked at Jacqueline and then at Una, he reached out and rubbed Jacqueline's hair, pressed a kiss on her forehead, and re-entered the fireplace in the office.

"And you agreed?" Jacqueline growled in disbelief. "You agreed!"

"Yes, that's right, Jacqueline." Yuna opened her eyes, and she looked at Jacqueline calmly, "He convinced me."

Jacqueline opened her mouth wide and stared at her mother. "Impossible!" she yelled, "Impossible! Why, why did you do this! He...you know what he did!"

"Yes, I know very well." Yuna nodded, "They are my brothers, parents, son, Jacqueline, I know that feeling better than you."

"Then give me a reason!" Jacqueline yelled, "Give me a reason!"

"I will," Yuna looked at her, "I will, Jacqueline, when you're an adult. Now, if you're done venting, I'm going to ask you to sit down. And if you're not, you can yell at me , or whatever you think is useful."

Jacqueline panted heavily. She looked at the parchment, teapot, and teacups on Yuna's table in front of her. She wanted to sweep them all to the ground. She took a step forward, and Yuna The door of the office was pushed open, but it was more like being knocked open.

"I told him you wouldn't agree, Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, and Jacqueline had never seen Professor McGonagall so impulsive.An angry flush came to her cheeks, and her hands were clenched into fists.She was shaking with anger. "I told him you don't allow dementors to set foot in the castle again, but!"

"My dear lady!" roared Fudge, who was now so angry that Jacqueline had never seen him, "I, as the Minister of Magic, have the right to decide whether I want to bring bodyguards, because I want to see A potentially very dangerous…”

But Professor McGonagall's voice overshadowed Fudge's.

"As soon as that guy came into the office," she screamed, pointing at Fudge, trembling all over, "he threw himself at Crouch!"

Jacqueline felt a chill run down her back.She knew what the dementors had done.The Dementor must have given Barty Crouch Jr. a fatal kiss.It sucked Crouch's soul from his mouth.Crouch Jr. is now dying.

He was so anxious, did he want to kill little Crouch or, he didn't want to know that person, resurrected?

Jacqueline looked at Yuna, Yuna shook her head slightly, signaling her not to say anything.

"According to various accounts, he deserved it!" said Fudge aggressively. "He seems to have caused the deaths of several people!"

"But he can't come out to testify now, Connelly." Dumbledore followed them and walked in quickly.He stared sharply at Fudge, and seemed to see him clearly for the first time. "He can't provide evidence as to why he killed those people."

"Why did he kill them? Hey, isn't that obvious!" said Fudge angrily. "He's a wandering lunatic! From what Minerva and Severus have told me, he seems to think he did Everything is in accordance with the will of the mysterious man!"

"That man did dictate to him before, Connelly," said Dumbledore. "Those men died as a by-product of carrying out his plan for a comeback. That plan worked. He returned to his body."

Fudge was shocked, as if someone had hit him head-on.Blinking dazedly, he stared blankly at Dumbledore, as if he couldn't quite believe what he had just heard.He stammered, his eyes still on Dumbledore.

"You-Know-Who... is back? Nonsense. Stop kidding, Dumbledore..."

"Minerva and Severus have no doubt told you," said Dumbledore, "that we have heard the confession of Barty Crouch Jr. who, under the influence of Veritaserum, told us how he was Smuggled out of Azkaban, how the guy got it from Bertha Jorkins that he was still alive, got him out of his father, and used him to get Harry. Tell you, the plan It worked. Crouch Jr. has helped Voldemort return."

"Listen, Dumbledore," said Fudge, and Jacqueline saw a smile on his face, but, as if watching a fool's show, "you, you can't really believe All this. You-Know-Who is back? Don't joke, stop kidding... Needless to say, little Crouch may think he's following You-Know-Who's orders. But how can you take such a lunatic seriously, Dumbledore ..."

"Tonight, when Harry touched the Triwizard Cup, he was sent directly to Voldemort," said Dumbledore firmly. "He witnessed Voldemort's resurrection. If you don't mind, I will put everything in order." Explain it to you."

Fudge still had the odd smile on his face.He turned to look at Una, then back to Dumbledore, and said, "You don't believe him, the boy said it, Mrs Graham."

"I only believe in the facts, Fudge." Yuna waved at Jacquiline, gesturing for her to come to her side, "and I don't think a lunatic can do such a meticulous thing. As for what the boy said, I don't know." Didn't really care."

"You, um, you're going to take Harry at his word, aren't you, Dumbledore?" said Fudge

A moment's silence, "Of course I believe Harry," said Dumbledore, his eyes glowing now, "I've heard Crouch's confession, and Harry's account of what happened after he touched the Triwizard Cup. and the two of them spoke reasonably, and explained everything that had happened since the disappearance of Bertha Jorkins last summer."

Fudge still had that weird grin on his face.He glanced at Yuna again before replying:

"You're ready to believe that Voldemort has returned, to a deranged murderer and a child, and the child...he..."

Fudge cast another quick glance at Yuna, "That boy, he's not normal, Dumbledore."

"You must be reading Rita Skeeter's article, Fudge." Yuna said softly.

Fudge blushed slightly, but then a recalcitrant and stubborn look appeared on his face.

"And I see," he said, looking at Dumbledore, "that you've been keeping certain things about the kid under wraps. He's a Parseltongue, isn't he? Behavior is queer in every way."

"I suppose you're referring to the pain in the scar that Harry has been feeling?" said Dumbledore coldly.

"So you admit he's been feeling these pains?" said Fudge quickly. "Headaches? Nightmares? Hallucinations, maybe?"

"Listen to me, Connelly," said Dumbledore, taking a step towards Fudge, seeming to radiate that indescribable force once again, Jacqueline, when Dumbledore knocked out the young Crouch Feeling the presence of this power, "Harry is as lucid and sane as you and me. The scar on his forehead doesn't confuse his mind. I believe that only when You-Know-Who is lurking nearby or feels a special desire to kill, Harry's scar hurts."

Fudge took a half step back from Dumbledore, but his expression remained stubborn.

"Excuse me, Dumbledore, I've never heard of a spell scar like a bell before..."

"Maybe it's not a curse scar, Fudge." Yuna said calmly, and Dumbledore glanced at her quickly, "Don't make rash comments on things you're not familiar with." She looked at Dumbledore, "However, I'd like to know, which Death Eaters' names did Potter say?"

"Lucius Malfoy," said Dumbledore calmly.

"Malfoy is acquitted!" said Fudge, visibly offended, "a very qua... friendly family donating generously to a good cause."

"Maybe most of it went into your pockets," said Una, looking at Fudge, who moved suddenly, but then looked back at Dumbledore.

"McNeil." Dumbledore continued to announce his name.

"Also acquitted! Currently working at the Ministry of Magic!"

"Or to be more precise, working for Malfoy."

"Avery, Knott, Crabbe, Goyle."

"You're just repeating the names of those who were judged not to be Death Eaters 13 years ago!" Fudge said angrily. "You took part in their trials yourself! In the papers, Dumbledore, late last year." When the boy's head was full of queer stories made up, and his lies got weirder and weirder, you still believed that the boy could talk to snakes, Dumbledore, and you still thought he was worth it. trust?"

"You fool!" cried Professor McGonagall. "Cedric Diggory! Mr. Crouch! These deaths were not the random act of a madman!"

"I can't see why not!" cried Fosse, his face flushed purple, as angry as Professor McGonagall, "it seems to me that you are all determined to create a panic and destroy our thirteen years. Everything that has been painstakingly created!"

Jacqueline's eyes widened involuntarily. She couldn't believe that the angry little wizard standing in front of her at this moment categorically refused to believe that his well-ordered, stable and comfortable world could be destroyed in one go, refused to believe that You-Know-Who may be making a comeback.

"We need to respect facts," Yuna said, "not some beautiful illusions."

"The You-Know-Who is back," said Dumbledore again. "Fudge, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to save the situation. The first and most important step is to get Azkaban out of Dementor control."

"Playing the piano!" cried Fudge again. "Remove the dementors? I'll be kicked out of the office if I make this suggestion! Half of us know there's a dementor on guard in Azkaban, and we won't be able to do it until night. Get some sleep!"

"Connelly, if we knew that you put Voldemort's most dangerous henchmen in charge of guarding those who would serve him at the beck and call, the rest of us would sleep less soundly!" said Dumbledore. It is impossible to be loyal to you, Fudge! The You-Know-Who can provide them with far more power and pleasure than you can provide! Once the You-Know-Who has the support of the Dementors behind him, his old buddies will return one after another. Come to him, and it will be very difficult for you to prevent him from regaining the power he had 13 years ago!"

Fudge's mouth opened and closed, as if there were no words to express his anger.

"The second measure you must take, and you must do so immediately," continued Dumbledore, "is to send a message to the giant."

"Send someone to deliver a letter to the giant?" Fudge exclaimed, suddenly speaking again. "What kind of madness is this?"

"Give them the hand of friendship before it's too late," said Dumbledore, "or You-Know-Who will win them over. He's done it before, and of all wizards he alone Give them rights and freedom!"

"You, you must be joking!" Fudge was out of breath in surprise, shaking his head while shrinking back from Dumbledore, "If the wizarding world knows that I have dealings with giants, people hate giants! To the bone, Dumbledore, and my career is over."

"Connelly, you are too obsessed with your official position, which makes you lose your due judgment." Yuna said, her voice gradually calmed down, and Jacqueline subconsciously took a step back. What does mom look like when she gets angry.

The more angry you are, the calmer you should be, Graham's ancestral motto No. 12.

"You've never been good at this, and things change every day, Fudge."

"You place too much value on the so-called pure wizard blood! You have always been like this!" Dumbledore said, "You didn't realize that a person's origin is not important, what matters is what kind of person he grows into! Your photos The spirit has just wiped out the last member of a very old wizarding family, look at the life path that man has chosen! I will tell you now. Just follow my advice and take some measures, the Ministry of Magic and the whole wizarding family The world will always remember you as the bravest and greatest Minister for Magic that ever lived. And if you don't act, history will remember that you stood by and gave You-Know-Who a second chance to destroy The world we worked so hard to rebuild!"

"Absurd," whispered Fudge, continuing to step back, "crazy..."

"If you are so obsessed with your own way, Connelly," said Dumbledore, "we will have to go our separate ways. You do as you see fit. I will do my will."

There was nothing threatening in Dumbledore's voice, it sounded like a statement, but Fudge was furious, as if Dumbledore was approaching him with a wand raised.

"Yes, yes, Dumbledore," he said, threateningly waving a finger, "I have always given you complete freedom. I have always held you in great esteem. I may not approve of some of your decisions, But I've always kept quiet. Not many people would allow you to hire werewolves, keep Hagrid, or decide what to teach students without consulting the Ministry. If you're going to go against me, though."

"The only thing I want to go against," said Dumbledore, "is that man. If you go against him too, Connelly, then we're still on the same side."

Fudge couldn't seem to figure out how to answer.Unsteady on his little feet, he swayed back and forth for a moment, twirling his bowler hat with both hands.Finally, he spoke, with a hint of pleading in his voice, "He won't come back, Dumbledore, he can't..."

Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, raising the left sleeve of his robes as he went.He held out his arm to show Fudge, who recoiled in horror.

"See," said Snape hoarsely, "see. The Dark Mark. It's not as obvious as it was an hour ago, when it was charred black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eaters are all branded by a mysterious person. This is a way for Death Eaters to identify each other, and it is also a secret signal for that person to call them back to him. When he touches the mark of a certain Death Eater, we Must immediately apparate and appear beside him. The mark has been getting more and more obvious for a year. Karkaroff's is the same. Why do you say Karkaroff is running away tonight? We both feel the mark burning .We all know he's back. Karkaroff fears the man will retaliate against him. He betrayed many of his fellow Death Eaters, and surely no one would welcome him back among them."

Fudge stepped back from Snape again.He kept shaking his head, as if he didn't catch what Snape was saying.His eyes widened, obviously horrified by the ugly markings on Snape's arm, and he looked up at Dumbledore and whispered, "I don't know what tricks you're playing with your people, Dumbledore, But I've heard enough. I don't want to say anything more. I'll be in touch with you tomorrow, Dumbledore." He looked at Una, "Mrs Graham, this is crazy, I beg you to discuss this matter with them The way the school is run."

"I have judgment, Fudge."

Fudge's face paled suddenly, as if Una had just threatened him with her wand.He stared at everyone in the room, stared at them, and then walked quickly towards the door.He stopped at the door, turned around, strode across the room, and stopped in front of Yuna's desk.

"The prize Harry won," he said curtly, pulling out a large bag of gold coins from his pocket and dropping them on Yuna's desk, "a thousand Galleons. There was supposed to be an awards ceremony, but at present In this situation……"

He put his bowler hat on his head, and went out of the room, closing the door behind him.As soon as he left, Dumbledore looked up at Yuna.

"Mrs. Graham..." Yuna raised a finger to stop Dumbledore, "We should give him a little more time, Dumbledore. He's always been so indecisive."

"If you'd like to help..."

"Isn't that why you brought the flames of war to me?" Yuna said.

"It's too loud in the infirmary," laughed Dumbledore, "and Harry needs a rest."

"My answer is the same as before, Dumbledore." Yuna looked at Dumbledore, she was calm and determined.

"Now is a very critical period, ma'am." Dumbledore glanced at Jacqueline and raised his voice slightly, "We should unite."

"You know my answer." Yuna nodded slightly at him, "If you don't mind, I want to talk to my daughter."

Dumbledore glanced at the mother and daughter over his glasses, "Okay." He nodded, "I respect your decision, but if you change your mind, I am always waiting for you in my office. Miller Baby," Dumbledore said, turning to Professor McGonagall, "I'd like to see Hagrid in my office. And, Madame Maxime, if she'd like to come too."

Professor McGonagall nodded and left without saying a word.

"Severus," Dumbledore said, turning to Snape, "you know what I'm going to tell you. If you're okay...if you're ready..."

"No problem," Snape said.

His face was paler than usual, and there was a strange light in his cold black eyes.

"Good luck, then," said Dumbledore, watching Snape walk out of the room without a word, with a look of concern on his face.

A few more minutes passed before Dumbledore spoke.

"I must go downstairs," he said at last. "I have some other arrangements."

"Good luck." Yuna nodded at him.

Dumbledore left, Jacqueline leaned against the wall, and Yuna looked at the ancestral training in front of her.No one spoke for a long time.

"I heard from Rufus that you wrote to him shortly after school started, asking if anyone else knew what happened back then." Finally Yuna said, reaching out to pour herself and Jacqueline a glass Cha, "Have you suspected anyone since then?"

"Yes, Mom." Jacqueline sat down in the chair, and she picked up her cup of tea, her voice lifeless.

"Then why did you wait until now to be sure? What wasted so much of your time?"

"Krum." Jacqueline turned her teacup to let the milk in it completely blend into the tea, "I probably think that if he and Hermione become friends, it will affect my friendship with Hermione, because She's spending more time with Klum. It's distracting me from thinking."

"You have less than six months, Jacqueline."

"I know, Mom." They fell into silence again.

"Mother," Jacqueline said softly at last, "why is Fudge unwilling to accept the fact that the man is back?"

"Because he knew he didn't have the ability to resist that person. And he sat in the position of minister for too long, his ambition began to swell, he couldn't see his own strength clearly, he wove a wonderful dream for himself, but However, the resurrection of that person will turn this dream into a nightmare. He refuses to believe it, nor is he willing to admit the reality of his incompetence."

"Then will he listen to Headmaster Dumbledore's advice?" Jacqueline asked in a low voice.

"No, he won't." Yuna shook her head slightly, "The first thing he did when he went back was to deny that person's resurrection, and tried his best to portray Dumbledore and Potter as liars or lunatics to consolidate his rights. "

"Then why did you just say he needs time?"

"It's not that he needs time, but us, Dumbledore needs time. Most wizards still need this illusory and beautiful dream. That person is preparing in secret now, and we need this time too. Dumbledore's idea is very Well, great, that's what I've been doing just now."

"But most wizards are still very narrow-minded. If Fudge pulls the dementors out of Azkaban and then contacts the giants, his office will be overrun by angry wizards the next day. So we haven't done a good job yet. Announcing that person's resurrection before preparing will only cause panic." Yuna looked at Jacqueline calmly, "We all need this period of time, Jacqueline, and then compare to see who is better prepared .”

"That guitar, he questioned Dumbledore's way of running the school, so is that just talking?"

"No." Yuna shook her head. "I hope he's not stupid enough to interfere with Hogwarts. If you have no other problems, go and rest, Jacqueline. The days are long."

Jacqueline finished her tea in one gulp and walked back to the Slytherin lounge, where she collapsed on the pillows, not wanting to think about anything.