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H.J. Potter-Diggory	By : jaymclg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Cedric Views: 32903 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 1-One&Two
- 2-Three&Four
- 3-Five&Six&Seven
- 4-Eight&Nine
- 5-Ten
- 6-Eleven
- 7-Twelve
- 8-Thirteen
- 9-Fourteen
- 10-Fifteen
- 8
- 9
- 10
H.J. Potter-Diggory

Once everyone was settled again Sirius asked, “So what is next, what torture are we about to see inflicted on you?” Harry let out a sigh on replied, “It is just before my fourth year at Hogwarts. It is after I arrived home from the train station after my third year. Apparently my uncle figured he was due revenge for what I did to his sister the summer before third year.”

He continued after a brief pause, “Even after I told him of you, how you were a psychotic mass murder, you’d honestly think that would scare him off from doing anything else to me. Wrong, absolutely wrong, it made no difference, instead of scaring him off it made the asshole even more vicious. I guess he was still pissed over what I did to his sister contributed to him not taking heed of what I told him about you and make him back the hell off.”

Harry grimaced as he added, “All I can really say is thank Merlin the bars that were placed on my window in my second year had been removed by then or I would’ve gotten a sight worse than I did. Plus it is a good thing my uncle never decided to introduce any part of my body to the cat flap installed in the door of my bedroom.”

Cedric looked mortified, “They put bars on the windows and what the hell is a cat flap? Obviously by the name it has something to do with a cat.” He added in disbelief, “Ha and what made those bastards eventually remove you from the cupboard under the stairs and give you a room of your own, and what did you do to his sister?”

Harry sighed and replied, “After I came back from my first year at Hogwarts they were paranoid, paranoid that someone from the wizarding world might be spying on them, so I was given Dudley’s second room, much to his ultimate dismay.” He added around a sigh as he said, “As for the bars placed on the window, they were to keep owls out, to stop me communicating with my freak friends as they were referred to.”

He continued after a brief pause, “Unfortunately that room came with some not so small restrictions, for example, a cat flap, which is like a little door that can be lifted up and down and does not lock. It was installed in the door, which was used to deliver the very little scraps of food I was provided. They found it easy to pretend I did not exist if they could not see me, I guess they figured out of sight out of mind, at least until uncle Vernon had the urge to beat the crap out of me.”

He finally concluded, “I was only ever allowed to leave the room to go to the toilet and to wash. And the other times I was allowed out was when they had me doing all the chores, such as washing the car, doing the gardening in both the back and front yard. Also cooking and then washing the dishes afterwards. All house work and manual labour was forced on me, no matter the weather. If it weren’t to their satisfaction they would beat and starve me. I in short was no better than a house elf to my relatives.”

Sirius was eyeing his godson with such sadness and guilt, believing all could have been avoided if he had only managed to have held his temper and need for revenge in check and had not gone after Peter, in turn getting himself locked up in Azkaban without a trial.

Severus on the other hand felt his lower lip curl in a disgusted snarl at hearing the house elf remark. No wonder Potter had always treated the house elves with extra respect. Severus figured that a house elf the majority of the time that did not serve a dark family was most likely treated better then Potter was by his own relatives for Merlin’s sake.

Harry smirked as he revealed, “On the upside Ron and the twins did come and get me that summer in their father’s flying Ford Anglia. Fred or George, not such which, hooked a chain onto the bars on the window and used the car to rip them off. The racket they made as they hit the garden was unbelievable.”

He laughed out a loud as he crowed, “Uncle Vernon had come in my bedroom having heard the bars hitting the ground. Just as I had given my trunk to one of the twins along with Hedwig’s cage, Uncle Vernon grabbed my ankle as the twins and Ron tried to pull me into the car, in the end Ron and the twins won.”

Harry paused to gather himself, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes as he concluded, “My uncle lost his grip on my ankle along with his balance and fell out of the open window. He landed in the rose bush down below in the garden, a Rose bush sporting a load of thorns at that. I and the others were laughing and could see my aunt and cousin come running out of the house in their nightwear trying to pull a raging and winded Vernon out of the bush.”

Cedric, Sirius, and Remus laughed out a loud, along with Harry, even Severus could not help but inwardly chuckle. Lara and Tonks were beaming in satisfaction. Amos asked, “Surely we will get see it happen, Harry.” Harry continued to wipe the tears from his eyes and replied, “I’ll see about putting it in the pensive once you’ve view the other memories.”

At Amos’s nod Harry suddenly sobered and said, “As for what I did to his sister and to earn revenge from my uncle, regardless of the warning of Sirius. Simple, she started bad mouthing my parents, saying my father was a drunk before comparing my mum and me to her bulldogs, that if there was something wrong with the bitch then the pup would be just as screwed up.”

He added at everyone’s looks of disgust, Severus, Sirius, and Remus’s in particular at hearing the slight against Lily. “I got so riled beyond belief I allowed my magic to get away from me, lost control. I shattered all of the drinking glasses on the table and caused the lights to flicker on and off.”

He paused briefly, a slight smirk curling the corners of his mouth as he said, “That was all before I blew her up, when I say blew her up I inflated her until she was the size of an extra large blimp, ended up floating over surrey. Uncle Vernon had one of the bulldogs attached to his trouser leg and almost end up getting lifted up along with her as he tried to stop her from rising from the ground.”

Sirius let out a sigh and said, “Yeah, I remember you mentioning that back in your fifth year, remember Hermione disapproved of it, while Ron was pissed that he was not there to enjoy the show, thought it was beyond cool.” Harry nodded before he stood and went back over to the pensive.

He removed the fourth memory and replaced it with the fifth and once done he retook his seat and gestured for his husband to go to the pensive again. Cedric let out a loud and weary sigh, honestly having no idea how much more he could endure. He could well imagine the kind of revenge Vernon would use, after all he had blown up the man’s sister, he did not doubt he was going to end up seeing his husband battered and badly.

This was all beyond anything he ever imagined his husband’s home life growing up was like. He figured Harry’s life had been like that due to the fact he was sent to live with muggles, the worst kind imaginable. Muggles did not nor could they ever understand how the wizarding world lived. People lash out and react in the most disturbing of ways when they did not nor could ever truly comprehend something they did not know of.

Cedric reluctantly placed his face inside of the pensive for the fifth time that day. The scene swirled around him before coming into clear focus. Cedric noted this memory was set in an actual bedroom instead of the cupboard under the stairs or in the downstairs hallway. He also noted his husband’s hair was starting to look like it did during the Triwizard tournament, leading to Cedric realising this must have been before Harry’s fourth year. His husband looked to be around thirteen or fourteen years of age the oldest he had seen in the memories so far.

“How dare you allow those freaks like yourself to bring you back to this house after what you did to my sister last summer. How dare you threaten me with your freak of a godfather, thinking it will save you from the punishment you deserve and are overdue” was what Cedric heard Vernon roar at Harry as he backhanded the teen across the face sending him falling to the floor.

Cedric watched and listened in dismay as Vernon kicked Harry in the chest, continuing to rant at the same time, “You ruddy freak had no right even showing your face here again after you humiliated my sister. The only consolatition for my sister and this family is the fact your people who turned her back to normal also erased her memory of the whole event, that being the only reason why your back under this roof at all boy.”

Cedric had to resist the urge to not close his eyes as he watched as Vernon lifted his nephew up by his hair, giving it a vicious tug and ripping out a few strands in the process. He blanched as he watched Vernon bodily lift the young teen off his feet and brutally slams him against the door, repeating the same process twice more before throwing the teen to the carpeted floor like a discarded ragdoll.

He continues to watch as Vernon walks over to the teen again before he could even move an inch from where he had landed, wrapping his large hand in the teens hair, ripping his head up forcibly and balling up his free hand into a fist and inserting it repeatedly into the teens face until his face was a bloody and swollen mess.

He then slammed the teens face into the carpeted floor, cruelly pushing the boys face into the carpet. Cedric let out a sob as he watched Vernon straighten up before starting to kick the boy so forcibly in the ribs and chest that he moved noticeably with each brutal blow.

Cedric felt bile raising in his throat as he watched his husband struggling to get up on his knees. He watched in sheer grief, sobs wracking his body as the teen leaned over and coughed loudly, causing his slim body to shake violently. But that was not what made Cedric inwardly scream in terror no that was the sight of his young husband coughing up blood onto the carpeted floor.

Cedric did not need to have a medical degree to know the younger wizard was suffering from internal bleeding. He was beyond relieved when he saw Vernon silently back out of the room and slam the door behind him, leaving his nephew to convulse as he continued to cough up blood, his body shaking with what Cedric suspected was sobs and the force of his violent coughing fit.

The memory ended there and Cedric lifted his face from the pensive and doubled over and held the table to stay up right as his grief and horror overwhelmed him and his body shook with silent and violent sobs. He was far too overcome with grief to notice Harry had gotten up and was holding him tightly as his legs gave out and he sunk to the carpeted floor of the office taking Harry along with him.

Harry felt tears fill his eyes as he was hit with his husband’s emotions full blast. He wrapped his husband up in his arms and gently rocked him back and forth. Harry whispered down their link, ‘I am so sorry you had to see that, I know it was not pleasant in the least. Unfortunately it is the only solution I could think of to stop whatever shit is going on between me and Snape. It cannot be allowed to continue like it has been if he is going to marry my godfather. I just wish I could have gotten my point across without having to subject you to this, it is honestly the last thing I ever wanted to do to you.’

Cedric sobbed down their link, ‘He deserves to die Harry your uncle does not deserve to go on breathing fresh air. He is no better than any death eater, a fucking monster lower than the most despicable of creatures. He cannot be allowed to get away with everything he has done to you Harry, honestly, for fuck sake he beat you until you were coughing up blood, fucking blood Harry!’

While the two younger wizards continued to hold a private conversation and were wrapped tightly around each other on the floor, everyone was looking on in stunned horror, all knowing the memory Cedric had just viewed must have been a whole different brand of bad all by itself.

Lara and Amos were truly terrified by their son’s reaction. Lara wanted to get up and comfort her son, but knew it was his husband whose comfort he needed and not her own. She realised it was Harry’s turn to be there for and take care of her boy. Her boy now belonged to Harry and Harry to her son they were each others to protect.

Albus spoke up and said, “I think it best that Sirius and Severus go and see the memory while Mr. Potter-Diggory and Mr. Diggory compose themselves.” Sirius looked beyond grim faced as he nodded and stood and was followed by Severus, who was continuing to eye the two younger wizards, secretly worried about the whole situation happening in front of them.

Severus and Sirius exchanged a troubled glance before they lowered their faces into the pensive. They were met with same scene as Cedric had been. They noted how the bedroom looked beyond plain, nothing at all what a teenage boy’s room should look. It showed nothing of the boy who slept there or of the boy’s personality.

Both gritted their teeth as they watched Vernon backhander Harry sending him falling to the floor in a heap. They listened as Vernon ranted about what happened with Marge during the summer before Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and Harry trying to use his godfather to escape his overdue and deserved punishment. Sirius realised that Harry was right; he was being made to pay for what he had done that summer before he had met and knew about Sirius.

They both watched in horror as Vernon slammed Harry against the bedroom door repeatedly before throwing him to the floor then punching him in the face repeatedly before forcing the teens face into the carpeted floor and holding it there.

Sirius like Cedric had to resist the urge to not vomit as silent tears ran down his cheeks, shaking his head rapidly in disbelief as he watched the foul muggle kicking his godson in the stomach, ribs and chest repeatedly, the force of the blows actually causing his godson’s frail looking body to visibly shift across the floor.

Severus swore it was like seeing a memory from his own childhood. He seethed in rage as he saw the teens face was a terribly bloodied mess. He watched as the teen struggled to his knees before he was reduced to violent hacking coughs that shook his entire body, causing Severus to wince at the sound of the violent coughing, which sounded very wet.

He felt his jaw clench as he suddenly realised the horrific reason why exactly the teens coughing had sounded wet, that being down to the fact the teen was coughing up blood rapidly. He watched Harry violently coughing up blood realising instantly that the boy had internal bleeding.

Sirius was wracked with an impossible amount of grief and rage as well as terror as he watched his godson coughing up blood. The monstrous bastard muggle who was silently backing out of the room had beat his godson into a bloodied pulp, causing him to vomit blood. The sight of the bright redness being expelled from and pooling in front of his godson to him was truly a vision of horror in monstrous proportions.

When Sirius and Severus lifted their faces from the pensive, Severus instantly knew his lover was about to be physically sick and quickly conjured a bin. No sooner had he done that Sirius fell to his knees and expelled the contents of his stomach into the bin.

Harry and Cedric who had since retook their seats looked on at the scene in front of them in knowing sympathy. Cedric knew exactly how the older man felt. He had barely managed to hold onto the contents of his own stomach himself. He figured seeing Harry vomiting all of that blood was what finally did the older man in.

Remus exclaimed in alarm, “Sirius! What the hell did you see?” Seeing that Sirius was in no fit state to answer Cedric answered instead and said, “I suspect he is reacting to the end of the memory. Harry ends up vomiting violently, vomiting blood, due to what I suspect was internal bleeding where his uncle had kicked the shit out of his stomach, ribs and chest repeatedly, that’s after he slams Harry into a door several times.”

Not a single sound was to be heard, no sound was possible, due to all present being shocked into complete silence. Everyone took note of the fact Severus looked even paler than usual, that he looked beyond weary as he helped Sirius stand, before he vanished the vomit filled bin from the room and cast an air freshener charm before leading Sirius back to their seats.

Remus and Tonks slowly stood and both were eyeing Sirius and Severus. Remus asked Severus, “This is going to make me even more homicidal isn’t it?” Severus eyed the werewolf and replied in an emotionless tone, “Indeed, just I am still determined that I am going to make potion ingredients out of that animal even more so now.”

Sirius looked up at his long time friend with such a haunted look, that Remus inwardly shivered. “That foul monster’s head is going to find a new home on the wall of Grimmauld palace if I have any say in the matter. It shall be the greatest and most deserving addition to the whole wall.”

Remus exchanged a troubled glance with his wife, who looked as if she was barely holding herself together. All the stress she was receiving couldn’t be good for her or for the baby Remus suddenly realised. He took her hand in his own, giving it a brief and affection squeeze as he led her over to the pensive.

Both placed their faces inside of the pensive and waited a few seconds for the scene to adjust. When it did they realised they were seeing the inside of Harry’s bedroom at the Dursley’s, having spotted the cat flap in the door as Harry had said there would be.

Remus took one look at Harry and knew this was from the same year he had taught Harry DADA. He knew Harry would have been thirteen almost fourteen. The fact a thirteen year-old was being subjected to such a brutal beating made Remus feel ill and his heartbreak for his cub and honouree godson.

He inwardly flinched as he watched Harry being punched in the face repeatedly until it was truly a bloodied mess. He growled as did Moony inwardly as they watched Vernon drag Harry to his feet by his hair before lifting him bodily off the floor and slamming him brutally against the door of the bedroom.

Tonks stifled a sob of grief and anger as she watched the foul monster throw Harry so carelessly onto the floor like he was an old and unwanted ragdoll that was simply to be discarded without a care or a second thought. She felt tears streaming slowly down her face as she watched as Harry’s face was shoved into the carpet and held there before brutal kicks were rained down upon his chest, his ribs, and his stomach with such force that she knew the bones were being broken.

Tonks sobbed loudly and had to turn away as she saw Harry vomiting blood violently onto the carpeted floor. Remus silently shed tears of anguish as his wolf howled mournfully. Vernon Dursley would pay, no two ways about it, he would pay, Remus silently vowed as the memory faded and he and Tonks lifted their faces up from out of the pensive.

Tonks clutch the front of her husband’s shirt as she silent shook with rage and grief. Remus was beyond grateful for the fact his wife had a grip on his front or else he feared he would have trashed the office in a tower of a rage.

Remus snarled, “Over my dead body! Over my dead body is that piece of shit going to be allowed to escape unpunished. That foul monster is going to be more then aware of the saying, what goes around comes around by the time we are all through with him.”

Tonks hissed with venomous hatred as she added, “Nothing would be more satisfying then setting him loose in a room with Moony. The remains could go to Severus, while we could ask Moony to try and preserve the head for Sirius’s use.” She added, “I have no compassion for people like that man or that wife and son of his. People like them deserve no compassion whatsoever.”

Remus suddenly smirked darkly as he commented, “I can just imagine the hexes and other creative ways Lily would’ve used to make the whole lot of them pay. I can also imagine after James was through with them, that Prongs would have run Vernon Dursley through with his antlers, I can picture it perfectly.”

Sirius’s smile was all too knowing and more than just a tad on the diabolic side. He chuckled darkly as Remus and Tonks retook their seats. He said, “Such a pity that good ole Prongsie is not around to do just that. I am willing to wager Lily would have not stopped him either.”

Severus snorted and added, “Stop him? No, I imagine she would have encouraged him wholeheartedly. And for once and most likely the only time, I would’ve been cheering that ruddy bastard right on.” He concluded, “I would have even allowed the inevitable puncher marks in my potion ingredients slide without much complaint.”

Sirius and Remus bust out in laughter, they could have not helped or prevented it from escaping if they had even wanted to, which they didn’t. Harry looked more than a tad disturbed at the turn the conversation had taken.

‘It is inevitable, Harry, that the conversation would have gone down this route no matter how disturbing it sounds. I’d pay big money if I had it to just see what they are saying over there become reality. And Tonks is right, compassion is not an emotion that is possible to be linked with the Dursley’s’ Cedric told him, his anger for all he had witness that day very much evident in his voice.

He added, ‘Honestly what did you expect to be the reaction when you shown us those memories of yours? A wrongly accused ex-convict godfather who loves you like a son, who I am willing to wager feels guilty over not being around for your childhood to prevent all that happened from happening.’

He gave a mental shrug and continues, ‘An honouree godfather who loves you just as much as your actual godfather. He is less than a day away from the full moon. Something tells me his wolf is ready to come out to play hard, regardless of the wolfsbane potion provided by Severus.’

He concluded, ‘Finally, the dungeon bat himself. He would never say or admit to it in front of everyone, but he is most likely feeling guilty for giving you such a hard time for all of these years. He now knows he completely had the wrong opinion of you, couldn’t have honestly painted a more inaccurate picture if he had possibly tried.’

Harry spoke up for the first time since Cedric had started the conversation, ‘I knew they would be disturbed and pissed off, I mean honestly how could anyone having seen something like that not be? But honestly, I never knew they could act so dark and crazy like that.’

Cedric snorted and mentally shook his head in disbelief as he said ‘Oh honestly, don’t be so naive Harry. You’re dealing with a werewolf who is less than a day from the full moon, who loves you, whose inner wolf is very close to the surface, who most likely sees you as his cub and one of his pack.’

He added, ‘Then you’ve got your godfather, a Black, who grew up in a family that was one of the darkest and known supporters of he who must not be named. Just because he did not turn out dark like the rest of his family does not mean he has not picked up on some of their personality traits from growing up surrounded by it all.’ He continued to add, ‘On top of that he spent twelve years of his life in Azkaban, which sadly has bound to have left a lasting impression on his personality. And finally we are in the middle of war, a second war for him and all in this room, except for me and you.”

He continued after a brief pause, ‘Tonks would have most likely been too young to truly remember anything from the first war in any kind of detail. Her reactions stems from the fact she obviously loves and adores you like the little brother she never had growing up. Plus she is pregnant and most likely thinking of how someone can inflict such horrors on a child, causing her rapidly developing maternal instincts to kick into overdrive.’

He concluded, ‘Finally you’ve got Severus, a death eater spy, who has probably seen and done more then you and I put together, whether he did it all willingly or not. He is bound to have a darker and more twisted approach due to what he had seen and done, due to his life experiences.’

Harry let out a loud sigh that had everyone turning to face him. He quickly said at everyone’s questioning looks. “It’s nothing, just my dear pain in the ass of a husband being the voice of reason inside of my head. He’s just dishing out some truths I’d rather not examine too closely about you four.” he pointed too Sirius, Severus, Remus, and finally Tonks.

Cedric added as the four turned to him and said, “He’s a tad disturbed by your dark and crazy reactions to the memories. I was just pointing out the obvious from all of your points of view as to why you are reacting the way you are.”

He added, “Harry does not understand our points of view or reactions to what we have seen. In a way he is removed from the whole experience as he was the one who was on the receiving end and had already endured it all as they are his memories after all.”

He concluded at everyone’s silent nods, “I don’t honestly think he is completely aware of what everyone in this room feels towards him in different degrees and ways.” Sirius and Remus were nodding definitely in strong agreement with the younger wizard.

Harry frowned and said, “I in a way understand why Sirius, Remus and even Tonks are reacting the way they are, but you on the other hand I am at a loss. In fact I am more than a tad curious as to why you even agreed to marry me, regardless of wanting to prevent Malfoy from getting his hands on me. If he had I would have waited for the bond to be firmly in place before I done myself in taking that ferret down with me with pure fucking relish.”

Severus inwardly snorted as realised he had his suspicions confirmed that everything he had told Draco had unknowing at the time been extremely accurate. If the whole situation wasn’t so life threateningly serious or screwed up then Severus would have found it hilarious.

Cedric had a pinched expression as he replied, “I can’t believe your making me admit to this, but here goes nothing.” He took a deep breath and said, “Deciding to marry you was no easy decision or small feat. It would have been even more difficult if my feelings in regards to you hadn’t already been what they were to begin with before this ridiculous law was announced and pushing my hand before I was ready to confront you with my feelings.”

Harry frowned, while Cedric inwardly cringed at his parents knowing looks, his mother’s in particular. Harry asked, “What do you mean?” Cedric snorted before shaking his head rapidly as he asked, “I truly hope your density is not catching.” Harry scowled and asked defensively, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Cedric moaned aloud, while most in the room snorted or let out chuckles. Everyone in the room had pretty much caught onto what Cedric had been trying to tell his husband, his very dense husband.

Cedric glowered at his husband before exclaiming in annoyance, “You want me to spell it out for you, to humiliate myself even more in front of everyone in this room? Fine if that is how you want it, that is how you’re going to get it, but I will seriously make you pay later.”

Harry shook his head and asked, “What, I don’t get it?” A few people actually groaned out aloud before Cedric let out a curse. He then turned to fully face Harry before grabbing him by the front of his shirt and tugging him forwards and then capturing his lips in a hard kiss.

‘I have fancied you since the Triwizard tournament you dense little shit head. I never said anything thinking you were straight. Besides I figured you were not ready to start questioning your sexuality back then, so I never asked you to the Yule ball’ Cedric finally revealed in exasperation

He added, being able to feel just how surprised his husband was, ‘Everyone would have frowned upon it, plus I did not want to humiliate you if you were straight, nor did I fancy having to deal with a humiliating rejection from you. So I took Cho instead, while all the while hating seeing you with someone else who was not me at that ball. You looked incredible in those robes at the ball that year by the way.’

Cedric broke the kiss as he leaned back and eyed his husband nervously. He cleared his throat and said, “I think I broke him.” That snapped Harry out of his stupor. He reached out a smack Cedric on the chest, causing Cedric to let out a hiss. “What did you do that for?” Harry snorted and asked, “Now whose turn is it to be bloody dense?” He added, sobering slightly, “You ass, you should have told me, I have fancied you since after the third task. Almost losing you in that graveyard made me realise what I felt.”

He added, “I never told anyone, not even Gin, which is why I was dreading who I would have found last night when I arrived.” He shrugged looking sheepish as he continued, “I honestly had thought you were straight, which means it honestly was not you I was expecting to find. Even through me and Gin did discuss at Ron’s and Hermione’s reception that you could’ve possibly been one of the ones who came forth.”

Cedric let out a weak chuckle as he turned to his parents and said, “Maybe you two should go and view that memory before you see me make an even bigger fool out of myself.” Amos and Lara chuckled at hearing this, but stood and made their way to pensive as their son had suggested.

Everyone sobered as they watched Amos and Lara place their faces in the pensive. They were even more sobered when they saw both lift their faces from the pensive ten minutes later. Cedric cringed at the sight of his mother’s tears and the sight of how grim and ill his father looked at that moment.

Amos and Lara made their way back to their seats. Amos asked in a voice of disbelief, “How are still even alive, Harry?” Harry replied, “I wouldn’t be if I wasn’t a wizard. In order for my magical core to not be able to heal me, I would have to be injured to the point that I either died instantly or I lost a limb and bled to death, or decapitated or shot in the head or heart, meaning I am not immortal by a long stretch.”

Next Albus and Minerva took their turn to view the fifth memory. Their reactions pretty much mirrored Amos and Lara’s when they return and retook their seats. Minerva was in tears, while Albus looked beyond ill and grim. Albus shook his head slowly and spoke up in a grim tone, “Justice must be served. There is no way imaginable if the ministry see anyone of these memories will your uncle in the very least not receive multiple life sentences in Azkaban, possibly even the dementors kiss.”

Most were nodding their heads in agreement, while Harry let out a loud and weary sigh before standing and heading over to the pensive to replace the fifth with the sixth memory.
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