the prisoner - f.weasley

    "Well, well...we shall see, Snape, we shall see...The boy has undoubtedly been foolish..." The voice of the Minister filled her ears when she came to.

        Gemma's eyelids slowly fluttered open, opening to be half-lidded as the Minister continued, "What amazes me most is the behaviour of the Dementors... you've really no idea what made them retreat, Snape?"

        "No, Minister... by the time I had come 'round they were heading back to their positions at the entrances..." Professor Snape replied simply.

       Where was she?

       Where was Sirius?

       What had happened?

        "Extraordinary. And yet Black, and Harry, and the girl...?"

        "All unconscious by the time I reached them. I bound and gagged Black, naturally, conjured stretchers and brought them all straight back to the castle."

        At this, Gemma was awake.

        She found herself looking up at the dark ceiling of the hospital wing, and when she turned her head, she spied Harry and Hermione looking at her with huge eyes.

        Harry pointed in the direction of the door, and Gemma knew that the Minister and Snape were just outside discussing the lie of a story the professor had come up with.

        Something crashed to a table with a bang, and Gemma jumped, turning her head to see Madam Pomfrey between Hermione and Harry's bed with a huge chunk of chocolate and a hammer, "Ah, you're all awake!"

        "How's Ron?" All three of the teenagers inquired at once.

        "He'll live," The healer replied seriously. "As for you three, you'll be staying here until I'm satisfied you're — Potter, what do you think you're doing?"

        Harry was climbing out of bed, putting his glasses back on, "I need to see the headmaster."

      "Potter," Madam Pomfrey told him gently. "It's all right. They've got Black. He's locked away upstairs. The Dementors will be performing the kiss any moment now."

       "WHAT?" Gemma shrieked in panic as she threw her blankets off and jumped out of her bed, Harry and Hermione following along.

       Her voice had carried, and the Minister and Snape entered.

       "Harry, Harry, what's this?" Cornelius Fudge questioned, only looking at the Boy Who Lived. "You should be in bed! Has he had any chocolate?"

       "Minister, listen!" Harry cried desperately. "Sirius Black's innocent! Peter Pettigrew faked his own death! We saw him tonight! You can't let the Dementors do that thing to Sirius, he's ---"

       The Minister shook his head with a tiny smile, "Harry, Harry, you're very confused, you've been through a dreadful ordeal, lie back down, now, we've got everything under control..."

       Gemma stomped her foot like a child and shouted, "YOU HAVEN'T! YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG MAN!!!"

       Hermione stepped up next to Gemma, "Minister, listen, please! I saw him too. It was Ron's rat, he's an Animagus, Pettigrew, I mean, and---"

      "You see, Minister?" Professor Snape waved at the three teens. "Confunded, all three of them... Black's done a very good job on them..."

      Gemma's face was burning as Harry snapped, "WE'RE NOT CONFUNDED!!!"