chapter:26 the Wizengamot - HARRY POTTER: After the chamber-lord

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I shall take my leave now, Petunia." Dumbledore told her, "All I ask of you now is that you remember your promise to Lily and do your utmost to protect Harry from your husband's maliciousness." With that, he swept out of the room, leaving behind a crying, bitter woman who had been at war with her own bitterness and jealousy for over fifteen years. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Ten Minutes Later… Improper Use of Magic Office, Level 2 of the British Ministry of Magic Building "Ah, Mafalda. It is good to see you!" Dumbledore beamed at his former student. "Professor Dumbledore, sir?!" The witch he was addressing looked taken aback by the sudden visit by the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot into her busy office. Mafalda Hopkirk was a thin, wispy witch in her late thirties, with already greying hair done up in a tight bun and hazel eyes. She was wearing plain back robes over a skirt and a striped blouse. "To what do I owe the unexpected visit, Professor?" Mafalda asked nervously. "Mafalda, I haven't been your Headmaster in years." Dumbledore said genially, "Please, call me Albus. As to why I am here…shall we talk in you private office?" "Certainly. This way." Mafalda led him to a moderately large office in the back of the section that was allocated to her staff. She sat down behind her desk and nervously offered him some tea. "Certainly. Some Assam would be lovely if you have any." Dumbledore replied with a smile. Mafalda nodded and tapped her wand on a cup, filling it with the strong black tea, which Dumbledore sipped with a pleased hum. He always enjoyed a spot of well-made tea while he was politicking, which made the ban on liquids in the Chamber of the Wizengamot an irritating matter. "Now, to the reason I am here." Dumbledore said as he set the cup back on its saucer, "It is to my understanding that you sent a warning to Mr Harry Potter this summer past." "Y-yes. For illegal underage casting of the Hover Charm." Mafalda replied nervously. "Ah, now you see, there is, I'm afraid, a story behind that." Dumbledore said, "A House Elf infiltrated Mr Potter's residence and deliberately mimicked his magical signature in order to simultaneously get him into trouble with the Ministry and alert his guardians that he wasn't allowed to use magic at home." The witch looked startled. "An elf? Is there any proof, save for Mr Potter's word on the matter?" "Mr Potter has graciously given me his memory of the incident." Dumbledore said as he removed the crystal vial from his robe pocket. "He's a minor though." Mafalda protested even as she pulled out the department's Pensieve. "That particular law only applied to memories given in a criminal case, Mafalda." Dumbledore reminded her, "In a case such as this, of underage magic, you have sole discretion on the matter. I have verified it is a true memory and completely free of fabrication or alteration spells, so the ball is entirely in your court." Mafalda hesitated before nodding. She uncorked the vial, poured the memory into the rune-encased bowl and then stuck her finger into the silvery liquid, vanishing into the bowl. Dumbledore sat back and finished his tea while his former student viewed the memory. He had always liked Mafalda. She was nervous and followed the rules blindly most of the time, but she was fair. Her main weakness was that she had a tendency to follow orders from a superior regardless of the morality of the order or the potential consequences of it. After a few moments, the Commander-In-Chief re-emerged from the Pensieve with a frown on her face. "This had something to do with the Chamber of Secrets business that happened at Hogwarts, doesn't it?" Mafalda asked shrewdly. "Dobby was bound to the family that I suspect was behind the plot." Dumbledore acknowledged, "As you saw, he was determined to protect Mr Potter from his bonded family's machinations, even although his solution was…less than helpful to Mr Potter." "Yes, I surmised as much." Mafalda was lost in thought, before she returned to the present, "Well, this certainly proves Mr Potter wasn't responsible for the Hovering Charm. He in fact tried to stop it from being cast. I'll have a note dropped into his file here absolving him of the charge, another note sent to the DMLE main files clearing him of any wrongdoing and an official notice sent to him immediately." "Wonderful." Dumbledore beamed at Mafalda happily, "Well, this has been a most productive morning for me. My thanks for the tea, it was most delicious. I should be getting back to Hogwarts now; there are a hundred and one things to sort out before the students return home." "It must be hectic right now, especially with the clean up from the Chamber." Mafalda sympathised. "Just so." Dumbledore sighed, "We were very lucky that no one was killed this time around and, thanks to Mr Potter, we will not have to worry about it ever happening again." With that, Dumbledore strode out of the office with a casual wave to a rather perplexed Mafalda Hopkirk. HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP Timeskip - Last Day of Term Great Hall, Hogwarts Harry walked into the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione in tow. As was the norm, his two best friends were arguing about something, this time about Ron's bad habit of saying 'Bloody Hell!' whenever something happened that took him off guard. ("Hermione, when I'm surprised, I just say Bloody Hell. What in Merlin's name is wrong with that?" "It's impolite, that's what it is! Your mother would Scourgify your mouth out if she knew you said that so much, Ronald." "Don't call me Ronald!") The last week of term had been very restful, what with the exams being cancelled as a school treat. They still had classes, but it was far easier just to review their work rather than furiously practice and revise for exams. DADA was a free period because the teacher (read: idiotic teacher impersonator) was absent, which most took to use as a relaxing period.