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Albus quickly started the meeting as soon as the last of the Orders worn out members entered through the door. The Headmaster knew that this war was dragging on too long, it was wearing them all out. Even the young ones seemed tired, except Harry, whom always looked awake after a fight. Albus stood, "Now that we are all arrived, we will call this meeting to order."
All occupants stopped talking and waited for further instruction. Albus asked, "Now were to start... ah, Madam Pomfrey."
The elderly witch stood, "All wounded have been seen to, no casualties... on our side." She added that last part hesitantly. "The towns people lost twelve of their numbers and thirty one were wounded. After I fixed them up, we moved them to St. Mungo's." Without adding anything else, she sat.
Albus nodded, "Minerva, how are things with the Ministry?" The Ministry of Magic has still been trying to get the Order out of the way and take charge of the fight with Voldemort. Of course, it won't happen, due to the people knowing about the Order. As well as knowing that Dumbledore and Harry are both in it, they simply don't trust the Ministry to protect them.
Minerva rose from her seat, "I spoke with the Aurors, I made a statement as to the facts and left it at that. They didn't ask anything else, also Fudge managed to not make an appearance as well." As that was all she had to say, she sat down and waited for the next person to report.
Albus nodded thoughtfully, "Very well," he then turned to the others, "Tonks, Remus, what do you have to report?"
Tonks got up, she was a little pale, "Sir, we have a prisoner." Before she had even finished the sentence, Harry started to raise from his seat. A determined scowl fixed on his face.
Dumbledore quickly implored, "Please, Harry. Wait until the meeting is over. Then we can go see the prisoner." His twinkling eyes looked tired suddenly at the though of his young friend carrying around such guilt, guilt over young Ms. Weasley's fate.
Harry froze, with a show of great control, he nodded, "I will wait. For now." He took his seat once more and closed his emerald eyes. Trying to calm down.
It didn't take long for the meeting to end after that. Dumbledore dismissed everyone and then approached Harry, "Do you want to wait to question the..."
"No!" Harry interrupted the old man, who looked sadly back a him in return.
Albus wanted to keep Harry away from the questioning, but he knew that it just wasn't possible. The last time he tried that, Harry got to the man anyway and questioned him on his own. Albus turned to Tonks and Remus who had stayed behind. "Would you too start, Harry and I will be along shortly." They nodded and followed Snape to the prisoner.
Dumbledore gazed at Harry, "How long will you carry this guilt, my friend?"
Harry took a deep breath, "Forever if I must." He then turned and walked away. Leaving Albus shacking his head at him, then he too followed to question the prisoner.
When all were found waiting outside the door to where the prisoner was being kept. No one was saying a word, however, Snape looked more sour then normal. Tonks asked, "Are we ready to go in now?" She looked at each person to see them all agree.
Snape opened the door and they all went in. The prisoner was a man in his early thirties, bruises covered his face, and his brown hair was plastered neck. The mans eyes were consumed with hate, directed at those entering the room. That all changed when the man saw Harry enter the room, his eye widened in shock, then fear. All Death Eaters knew that Harry Potter was a man of little mercy when it came to their kind.
Snape started forward, but Harry was faster. The man watched as Harry glided toward him menacingly, wand out. The prisoner began to shake, and cry, but being gagged made it impossible to tell what was being said.
Harry grabbed the man by the front of the shirt and hauled him up easily. In a deep yet quite voice, "You will tell me all I want to know."
The prisoner watched Harry's killing curse eyes flash green and lost control of his bowels. The smell was disgusting, Tonks covered her nose and mouth. She left the room soon after at Remus' prompting.
Harry spat at him and ripped off the gag, "You disgusting WRECH!" Harry took out a small tube and forcibly made the man drink it down.
"Potter, what are..." Snape snarled.
"It's a Truth Potion, Hermione modified it." He then waited a moment for the potion to take effect. Harry ignored Snape's attempts to get the Headmaster to stop him, Albus just stood there and watched.
Once the eyes had glazed over, and surprisingly he stopped shaking. The prisoner sat sedately down on the floor just looking up at Harry. The others watching looked surprised and Snape started to say something, but Harry again was quicker.
"What is your name?" Harry asked calmly.
"Howard McDober," the mans emotionless voice sounded.
Harry continued, "How long have you been a Death Eater?"
"Eleven and one half years."
"Did you join willingly?"
"What was the purpose of this raid?"
"To Kill as many as possible, and to lower morale of the enemy."
Harry looked over his shoulder, then turning back to the prisoner, "My turn... Do you know what happened to one Ginny Weasley?"
Snape tried to get the Headmaster to stop Harry, but again was ignored in favor of Harry continuing. The man answered, "Yes."
Harry looked over at the others, Snape looked like his usual snarky self, but Tonks and Remus looked surprisingly intrigued. Dumbledore looked at Harry and smiled as if pleased for him, then nodded for him to continue.
Turning back to the prisoner with a new sense of purpose, Harry demanded, "Tell me what you know."
"Five years ago we captured her and others from Hogsmeade..."