Chapter 15.1- Doom Days
Added 2024-12-25 22:00:27 +0000 UTCI looked at my surroundings, careful not to give anything away about my internal thoughts or feelings about my present position. When I came up with this plan, I definitely had not foreseen ending up here. It was so remote from my reasoning that hit had not even been considered as an edge case. In every single situation, I imagined Dumbledore working to bury or otherwise obsu=cure the happenings within the castle just as healways had at the very minimum. I expected some protection or respect on account of my position as the boy-who-lived. I had received neither.The Aurors had been called, I was forced to surrender my wand to them for inspection, and then I was invited to return with them to the ‘Office’ where I’d ‘answer a few questions’. My major source of irritation was the fact that the Aurors that had shown up had been led by one John Dawlish who seemed to misinterpret every word I said. If not for the fact that I knew they had no reason to possibly send me to Azkaban or snap my wand, I would have resisted the glorified arrest because of the risk it presented. Attempting to fight off the aurors would pose the greater risk of ruining all my plans for the future.
Nevermind the fact that I remained an active participant in the tri-wizard- fugitives definitely wouldn’t get to participate and I had no idea what the goblet would do to me if it felt my escape as attempting to welsh on the ‘binding Magical Contract’. Still, the fact that I was tossed in an interrogation room and not a cell was a point in favour of merely disembowelling Dawlish when the time came and not full on castrating him. The fact that he’d left me here for close to an hour made me want to add rat torture to his list of punishments. Maybe the feeling of a rodent squirming in his intestines would do wonders for his manners.
A/N: In proggy proggy progress
