Who Framed Hermione Granger?
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A/N: Well, here it is. So sorry it took so long, but writer's block, computer failure, school, soccer-you know what a mess things can be. Anyway, for those that read the story please read the finale and let me know how you feel. Anybody new please let me know what you think! Again, my apologies on the troll size delay. It's short but that's how it had to be. Hope you enjoy! I have loved writing this story for you.
Chapter 11: Could It Be True?
Nothing was said of the agreement. Everyone remained silent as they brought back the body of Bellatrix Lestrange to the castle. People were staring, of course. They always do. It was understandable. The body a Death Eater and an unbound, live Death Eater walking in the company of this group was not entirely expected. Rather, it was not expected at all-not in a million years. The group ignored the staring faces and whispering behind hands as they always had. They pretended it was easy, as they always had. The group heading up to the Headmistress' office were connected by this practice, if nothing else.
After the startling confrontation of Professor Lupin, Headmistress McGonagall, and Hagrid, Lupin agreed to vouch for Hermione as did Draco, Ron and Harry. Harry and Hermione both agreed to vouch for Draco. After things were finally straightened out, (you can imagine what a confusing conversation that was) everyone was told to return to the Great Hall for dinner. Draco openly gaped.
"Prof-er Headmistress," he began.
"You don't actually expect me to waltz back into the Great Hall with my sworn enemies as if I have been here all year. I mean, where will I sit?"
"Draco, you will not waltz into the Great Hall at all. You will walk. You will act as if you have just returned from trip to Europe attending a school in Germany with your mother's cousin. You will not enter with Potter, Granger, Longbottom, Weasley, and Lovegood but rather you will enter alone, and before them. You have not seen them since you left. Harry will enter later. Harry, you will act outraged and you will both threaten each other. I will give you both detention, then you'll ignore each other. Lastly, Mr. Malfoy you will sit with the Slytherins, act as your old self, and tell anyone who will listen that the school in Germany lacked proper house elves, sufficient heat, and fluent English speakers. In short, you will be undercover for the Order. Yes, you will be safe while at this castle."
Here she paused and shot an unnecessary glance at Harry, as did Lupin and Hagrid.
"Anymore questions?" Draco shook his head, collected himself, and left.
With a cough, Lupin stood and the group began to file out. Harry was last, and as he made his way to the door McGonagall softly called his name.
"Yes?" he poked his head back around the door and asked. She said nothing, but smiled gently and turned to look behind her at the former Headmaster's picture that Harry had so tried to avoid. There sat Dumbledore, grinning over his half-moon spectacles with that adoring look he had always reserved for Harry alone. Harry felt his eyes begin to burn.
"Well done." Dumbledore's painting said simply.
Harry smiled through his tears and nodded. He wanted to say so much more, but all he could manage was a curt nod as his heart began to break in sadness and, at the same time, swell with pride. Dumbledore understood and his smile did not fade. Harry backed out of the room and shut the office door quietly behind him. He allowed himself a single shaky breath and went to catch up with his friends.
Ron, Ginny, and Hermione were faithfully waiting at the bottom of the stairs for him. He pulled himself together and they headed to the Great Hall acting as if nothing had happened. It was as if he had not just saved Draco's life, as if Draco had not saved his, as if Dumbledore hadn't complimented him for the first time since his death, and as if Bellatrix Lestrange (Sirius' murderer) wasn't dead. It was the most unreal moment of his life, and that was saying something.
As he went over and over in his head the act he was about to play out in the Great Hall, he could not help but let his mind return to the office where everything had become so real. There, Bellatirx was taken away in a body bag; there Dumbledore had smiled; and there Draco had shared the secret that had shocked Harry more than anything he had ever heard. Now, as he walked through the giant doors and the sound of commotion met his ears, he wondered, could it be true?
A/N: He, he, he. Should I write a sequel? I think so. If I get enough reviews, I'll do that! I know I'm evil but review anyway please. Thank you to all who have reviewed thus far. It was GREATLY appreciated. Thanks you for reading. Adieu.