Hermione reappeared at the beach house with Fleur and immediately rushed inside, with the blonde close behind. Harry was waiting for them at the dining table. He gave the pair a weak smile as Hermione hopped into his lap.
"You're just in time, we're finished," Amelia said, collecting the freshly signed testimony and putting it in a manila folder.
"Great," Harry said, he tried not to sound too pleased, rubbing the sore spot where Amelia had pulled a hair out. "Do you think my testimony will make a difference?"
Amelia barely paused before replying. "I think your testimony will be explosive. You're the Boy-Who-Lived, you're a hero, whether you like it or not," Amelia said, adding the last part when she saw Harry was about to protest. "You defeated Voldemort, and you tried to warn us he was back. People are going to be more inclined to hear you out, regardless of Dumbledore's reputation. It helps that your testimony can be independently verified. Susan is the first student who will be interviewed once I am back in London."
"I see," Harry replied. "Thank you, Minister. Good luck."
"To you too, Harry. Perhaps if I visit again, it can be under more pleasant circumstances."
"I would like that," Harry said with a smile.
Amelia returned his smile, giving him a small bow before leaving. Tonks followed her out before returning a couple of minutes later. "She's gone."
Harry slumped in his seat with a look of relief on his face. "I'm glad she's on our side. I'd hate to have to sit across from her as a suspect."
"And just what would you be charged with?" Fleur asked, draping her arms over Harry's shoulders and pressing her breasts against his back.
"Exhibitionism," Tonks said teasingly.
"Would you be there to arrest me?" Harry replied with a grin.
"Oh, I'd be there to make sure you're suitably punished, Lord Potter," Tonks said, sticking her tongue out at him.
Hermione and Fleur glanced between the two curiously. "Has something changed?"
Harry blushed a little. "A bit, we're not a couple, but we are I guess, friends with benefits?"
Hermione smiled and gave Harry a kiss on the lips before reaching out for Tonks, who timidly approached the brunette. Hermione curled her hand around the back of Tonks's neck and pulled her in for a passionate and sloppy kiss. Pulling back Hermione was grinning ear to ear. "I've been wanting to do that for ages."
"I'm glad you liked it," A flustered Tonks replied.
Fleur smirked as she walked over to Tonks, taking two handfuls of the pink haired woman's ass as they kissed passionately, exploring Tonks's mouth with her tongue. Eventually she pulled back with a broad grin, licking her lips enticingly. "Mmm, yummy."
Tonks slumped against Harry, smiling. "I don't think I'm ready for how horny you all are."
Augusta Longbottom scowled, tightening her grip on her glass of fire whiskey. "That miserable old goat fucker."
Amelia gave her old friend a mirthless smile. "I believe that's his brother. At least if the charge sheet is to be believed…"
"Dumbledore insisted, over my strong objections, that Harry needed to be kept somewhere safe. A place no one but him knew about. He blocked my every request to see if he was safe for myself, and now I know why," Augusta said, waving at the interview transcript.
"I want to interview Neville about his time at Hogwarts."
"Neville will happily tell you about his experiences at Hogwarts. I think he will be pleased to be able to help his friend and god brother. But I don't think that will be enough, if you're planning to bring Dumbledore down."
"No, it won't, not on its own. I have Aurors I trust in the field collecting interviews and evidence as we speak. I have some other pieces I need to move into place. As soon as I'm ready I will say more."
"Ok, thank you."
"Amelia, it's good to see you," Poppy Pomfrey said as she entered the office of her old friend. The two had bonded during Amelia's first year at Hogwarts, and Poppy was a newly hired matron.
"Sit down, Poppy, we need to talk," Amelia said flatly.
"Is something wrong?"
Amelia leaned back in her seat, frowning. "You assisted Dumbledore in his attempts to potion Harry Potter. I want to know, why?"
Poppy frowned. "Is this an interrogation?"
Amelia didn't acknowledge Connie entering the room, instead focusing on Pomfrey. "That's up to you. In deference to our friendship, and out of respect for your years of service as Hogwarts matron. I chose an informal setting for our conversation. I wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself, before we make this official and your reputation is forever soiled."
"I don't know what you're talking about. Whatever Albus did or didn't do is no concern to me."
"We have witness testimony of you attacking Hermione Granger, Fleur Delacour and Harry Potter. Putting aside Mister Potter and Miss Granger, whom you know very well at this point, Miss Delacour is the daughter of the French Minister for Magic. If they decide to press charges there will be no one to help you. Albus Dumbledore is going to prison, help us and we can help you."
"Even if the French government decides against pressing charges, you still have Potter to worry about," Connie added. "That boy has powerful allies, ones you really don't want to mess with."
Poppy stood up, brushing down her robes as she did. "Then I have nothing to worry about. Hypothetically, if I did what you're accusing me of, I did it with the best interests of magical Britain in mind."
Amelia sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Poppy, don't make me do this."
"Do what Amelia, I've done nothing wrong," Poppy replied irritably.
"Connie," Amelia said, handing Madam Hammer a piece of parchment.
"Poppy Pomfrey, I am placing you under arrest for attempted line theft and assault," Connie said as a pair of Aurors entered the office and placed Pomfrey in cuffs.
Poppy frowned. "I hope you don't end up regretting this, Amelia."
"We'll see, won't we."
"You want to see me, Amelia," Moody said as he closed the door to her office.
"Yes, thank you, Alastor. Please sit." She waited a beat before speaking again. "We need the Weasley's testimony to verify Dumbledore's plans for Potter. We can't use the memories they pulled out of Molly's head. That would never hold up."
"What's your plan?"
Amelia dropped a piece of parchment in front of Moody. "Your search warrant. I convinced Harry to file a formal complaint against the Weasley's for attempted line theft. This is based on tests from a hair sample I collected before leaving France. The potions used match the ones that were mixed with the potions prescribed by Poppy Pomfrey to Hermione Granger…"
"But she's a muggleborn…" Moody said, giving voice to the uncomfortable truth.
"Yes, we've been questioning Pomfrey for the past few days under veritaserum. She was provided the potion by Snape who received the recipe from Molly Weasley. It's tenuous, but I'll take it. We need to find that potion recipe, and you have the best eyes in the business."
"What do you think, Harry?" Hermione asked. The two were sitting with Tonks and Fleur at the dining table with a group of pamphlets arranged in front of them. Sirius and Apolline were listening in via communications mirrors.
Now that killing the Weasley parents was postponed until after Dumbledore's trial, Sirius had busied himself with digging up the Marauders notes on the mirrors and the map. Ostensibly it had been to satiate Hermione and Fleur's curiosity, but it was also to reinforce Sirius's connection to his best friends.
Hermione and Fleur easily picked apart the charms used to create the mirrors. The map however, would require further study. So now, Moody, Andi, the Delacour's and, with some reluctance from Hermione, the Grangers were all connected by newly created mirrors.
The pamphlets that littered the table were brochures of various muggle schools in France. The two had decided, with the consent of Sirius and Apolline, that they would go back and finish their muggle education before recruiting tutors to prepare for their NEWT's later.
Harry searched for a specific pamphlet among the papers on the table. Eventually he pulled it out of the stack and placed it on top. "This one has a good reputation and…" Harry looked away shyly scratching his cheek. "It's close to the Delacours'."
Fleur smiled and kissed Harry on the cheek. "I think it's perfect. Hermione?"
Hermione nodded enthusiastically. "I agree, being close to your parents house is a big selling point."
"Are you sure you want to stay in France? Once Dumbledore is convicted the threat will be over," Apolline asked.
"I do, Dumbledore still has sycophants, who won't take kindly to him being put in prison. As long as there are people who will act on his behalf, Britain is too dangerous. France is safer, they don't have the network of allies they do in England," Harry reasoned, adding. "I can't say it's completely safe, but it's safer than staying in England."
"Ok, Harry," Apolline replied. "I'll let you know when I've finished enrolling the two of you. Enjoy the last weeks of your summer."
Molly was chopping some tomatoes to put in the salad, when there was a knock at the door. "Alastor, how can I help you?"
Moody was standing in front of the Burrow with a dozen Aurors. He scowled at the younger woman and thrust the piece of parchment towards her, as he stepped aside allowing the Aurors to enter. "That's a warrant, signed by the minister, to search the Burrow. Please, step aside."
"We'll see what Albus has to say about this," Molly protested angrily as she marched towards the fireplace in the living room. Taking a pinch of floo powder she threw it into the heath, but the expected green flames failed to appear. Moody had arranged for the floo connection to the Burrow to be cut for the next few hours, knowing Molly's first call would be to Dumbledore.
"The two Weasley children are upstairs, escort them outside until we're done," Ordered Moody of a pair of Aurors.
"If they resist?" One of them asked.
"Stun them," Moody said flatly.
Molly's eyes widened as she drew her wand. "Don't you dare…"
Molly didn't get to finish her sentence as a pair of stunners caused her to drop where she stood. Moody walked over and waved his wand, binding her hands and summoning her wand.
"I didn't enjoy that, sir…" The Auror said.
"For what it's worth, Auror, neither did I," Moody replied. "Chuck Molly in a holding cell, take the kids to the DMLE, and then search this place top to bottom."
Percy Weasley raised an eyebrow when he opened the door of his apartment to find Amelia Bones standing outside with Alastor Moody, Ron, and Ginny. "Good afternoon, Minister, is something wrong?"
"Unfortunately, yes. May we come in?" Bones asked.
"Yes, of course," Percy said.
The group walked in as Percy's girlfriend, Audrey entered from the kitchen. "Percy, what's going on?"
"I don't know, I'm waiting to find out," Percy said, looking expectantly at his guests.
"Mad Eye and some Aurors knocked Mum out and dragged her off somewhere!" Ron said rapidly, worried Bones or Moody would stun him before he finished.
"And then they pulled the house apart, and they wouldn't tell us why," Ginny added.
Percy looked from his youngest brother to the two adults expectantly. "Is that true?"
"Partly," Moody growled. "We had the legal right to search the house. Your mother disagreed."
"Why? What grounds did you have to search the Burrow?" Percy demanded feeling his ire rising. He'd lost four brothers recently, and now the government was targeting his family. Despite all his disagreements with his parents, he still loved them.
"Harry Potter has filed a formal complaint against your family, he accuses your parents of attempted line theft by way of love and loyalty potions," Amelia explained, adding. "He has also taken the first steps to declare a blood feud against the Weasley's. Before you say anything, you should know that Harry is being advised by Andromeda Tonks."
"Who's that, Tonks's mum?" Ginny asked, to which Bones nodded.
Percy's face went pale and he almost fell into the seat behind him. "Ron, tell me this isn't true…"
"I don't get it, it's just Harry," Ron said offhandedly.
Moody scoffed at him. "You're a fool, boy…"
"Ron, did you pay attention to any of dad's lectures about family law?" Percy asked despairingly.
"Nah, I usually zoned out during those conversations," Ron admitted.
"Ginny?"
"Um, some of the time…"
Percy groaned, running his fingers through his thinning red-hair. "A blood feud would be disastrous for our family, Harry could leave us with nothing."
Ron snorted derisively. "How would you be able to tell the difference?"
"RON! Potter could take everything, the Burrow, the land it's built on, the orchard, everything. We'd never be able to access the Weasley family vault at Gringotts, as meager as it is. I'd have to resign from the ministry, you and Ginny would be expelled from Hogwarts. They could even demand the clothes off our backs. You may not think much of what we have now, but it's a fortune compared to what Harry could leave us with."
"He could even demand your lives, if he wanted. And there would be nothing Dumbledore or the Wizengamot would be able to do about it," Moody added.
"H-he wouldn't do that… he loves us…" Ginny countered feebly, not wanting to believe Harry would do this to them. She was still trapped in the fantasy Molly had spun for her before they'd even met.
Moody and Amelia glanced at each other, they desperately wanted to disabuse Ginny of that notion. But they couldn't tip their hand now.
"I don't think he likes us very much if he's taking these steps," Percy said. "Harry has the power to destroy our family. And if he's being advised by Senior Medi-Witch Tonks, he might do it."
"Is Tonks's mum that scary?" Ron asked worriedly.
Percy sat up in his seat. "Andromeda Tonks is the younger sister of Bellatrix Lestrange, and the older sister of Narcissa Black, formerly Malfoy. What does that tell you, Ron?"
"B-but, Tonks isn't scary… most of the time, her mom can't be that bad?" Ron reasoned desperately.
Moody chuckled. "Trust me, boy, Andromeda can bring the fire. Especially when her family is under threat."
"Family?" Ron said looking quizzically at Percy.
"Harry and the Tonks' are related through Harry's grandmother, Dorea Potter. Which makes him a distant cousin of ours as well."
"You wanted to fuck your cousin, gross," Ron said sarcastically looking over at Ginny.
"Fuck off, Ron," Ginny replied acerbically.
Percy shook his head, standing up and walking over to Moody and Bones. "Thank you for letting me know the situation. Please let me know when I can speak to my parents. We have a lot to discuss."
"I can imagine," Bones replied.
"Can we go home now?" Ron asked petulantly.
"It'll be some time yet. We haven't finished searching the house," Moody said.
Ron pouted and threw himself down on Percy's couch. "This is all Dumbledore's fault…"
"Ron, shush," Ginny admonished him quietly, but not quietly enough.
Moody walked forward, his eyes glued to Ron. "Say that again, Weasley?"
"I, uh, didn't say anything…" Ron replied weakly.
Percy rushed over, kneeling in front of his youngest brother. "Ron, please, if you know something, now is the time to say it. Our family has suffered so much recently, don't let it continue if you can help it."
"Ron, don't…" Ginny said warningly.
"Gin, it's over, we're not getting what we want. Dumbledore left our family to die! So, screw that fucking bastard, I want mum and dad back," Ron spat angrily at his sister.
"Mum told me stuff about how this started, because I was her little helper. It was my job to keep Potter in line and away from Granger… at least I tried too…"
"And you're willing to share?" Amelia asked.
"Yeah."
Arthur almost leapt out of his chair when Connie entered the interrogation room. The look of relief on his face disappeared as soon as he saw Connie's stony expression.
"Sit down, Arthur," She said quietly as she sat opposite him.
"Connie, what's going on, I was escorted out of my office by your Aurors, and brought here without anyone telling me why."
"Arthur, do you recognise this?" Connie asked, putting a piece of parchment on the table between them.
"I… n-no, I don't…" Arthur lied.
Connie frowned, reaching across the table she took Arthur's hand in her own. He was her friend, and it upset her how Molly Prewett had used and abused him over the years.
"I think you do know, and I think it's been eating you up inside for years. You're not a bad person, Arthur. All you've ever wanted is what's best for your children. Right now, you do that by telling me the truth. It's the only way I can help you and Molly."
"I can't, I can't betray my family… My little girl…" Arthur whined as tears rolled down his face.
"I'm sure Ginny cares more about the well-being of her father than some fantasy. Can you really live with yourself knowing Ginny's happiness is a lie?"
Arthur's head dropped onto his arms as he held Connie's with both of his. "I want my little girl to be happy…"
"Then help us, Arthur, help us put an end to this madness."
"Ok… ok…" Arthur agreed quietly.
Amelia and Alastor watched the exchange from the other side of the one way glass. "It's almost a shame you took her out of the field."
"Connie earned the promotion, and she's done an outstanding job so far. But you're right, it's almost a shame she's no longer in the field. Maybe if she was, I wouldn't have an unconscious Molly Weasley in a holding cell right now."
"You knew what to expect when you asked," Moody countered.
"Finally, someone in charge, now we can sort out this nonsense," Molly said as Connie entered her cell a few hours later. "Where are my children?"
"Ron and Ginny are safe and well, they're staying with Percy and his girlfriend."
Molly relaxed slightly. "Good… now, when will I be released?"
"Not soon, I'm afraid, as a material witness in an ongoing investigation. You'll be our guest for the foreseeable future."
"Investigation of whom?"
"I can't say right now. But for your safety you'll need to remain here. We'll move you to more comfortable accommodation shortly."
"May I write to my children?"
"Yes, an Auror will be sent to collect your letters and deliver them to your children."
"I'm not allowed to post my own mail?" Molly asked incredulously.
"No," Connie replied, before walking away, leaving Molly indignant but impotent.
A few days later, Amelia sat at the head of a table with six members of the Ministry in front of her. To her left was Joseph Greengrass, Giselda Marchbanks and Tiberius Ogden. Despite Griselda's age she was still one of the sharpest witches Amelia knew.
On her right was Pius Thicknesse, Rufus Scrimgour and Andromeda Tonks. The six had been making small talk until Amelia rose to her feet. "This committee has been formed to consider evidence of attempted line theft, neglect, child abuse, dereliction of office as Headmaster of Hogwarts, and the inappropriate use of his power as Chief Warlock."
"Those are grave charges, Amelia. I hope you have the evidence to support these accusations," Marchbanks said grimly.
Amelia began passing out evidence books around the table. "We certainly think so."
"So, do you want the good news, or the better news first?" Tonks asked as she entered the dining room of the beach house. She'd left that morning for a meeting with Bones and Moody and only returned to France now at dinner time.
"Uh, good news first," Harry replied as he dished out the food for his three girls.
"Dumbledore has been indicted, the trial is set for mid-October. Bones is going to reach out to Apolline and Sirius for permission for you to take time away from school to testify," Tonks explained.
"If that's the good news, what's the better news?" Hermione asked.
Tonks grinned. "Bones and Hammer got Ron and Arthur to flip on Molly and Dumbledore. Apparently Ron realised Dumbledore had hung his family out to dry and said fuck it," Tonks quickly explained when she saw the incredulous look on Harry's face.
Hermione snorted a laugh. "Ron Weasley using his brain… the miracles will never cease."
"He did what he always does, put his own interests above everyone else's. The difference is, this time it's to my benefit. At least tangentially," Harry pointed out.
"That's true," Hermione agreed.
Fleur ran a finger around the rim of her wine glass, licking her lips seductively at Harry. "'Arry, I want to have an early night tonight."
"Oh, ok," Harry replied blankly.
Fleur sighed in fond exasperation as Tonks chuckled and Hermione rolled her eyes. "'Arry, I want to have an early night," Fleur said again, putting extra lustful emphasis on the last two words of her sentence.
"Huh, o-oh, an 'early night'," Harry said with a big grin as the knut dropped. "Um, will you two…"
Tonks shook her head. "Nah, I'm beat, I'm going to bed shortly. I might veg out and watch TV with Hermione for a bit first though."
"I'm going to snuggle with Tonks and then read a book. Please remember to put up a silencing ward this time…?" Hermione reminded them. Harry looked away shyly while Fleur smiled smugly.
A short time later Harry and Fleur bid the two goodnight and retired to Harry's room. Unbuttoning her shirt as they walked, Fleur discarded it entirely as they entered and Harry locked the door behind them. Harry stared unabashedly, at Fleur's naked jiggling breasts as she cast the silencing spell on the room around them.
Fleur grinned kneeling on the mat at the end of the bed, clad only in a short black skirt. Harry dropped his trousers but let Fleur pull down his boxers to free his cock. Fleur smiled to herself, licking her lips. "Your cock is magnifique, 'Arry."
"You say that every time, Fleur," Harry replied, threading his fingers through her long silky blonde hair.
"Mmm, but it bears repeating, my love," Fleur said as she peppered Harry's dick with kisses from the base to the tip, earning a groan of pleasure from her lover. Fleur opened her mouth wide and wrapped it around the tip of Harry's cock. She slowly descended, rubbing the underside with her tongue as she took his cock into her throat.
Fleur began sucking Harry's cock as hard as she could, the drive from her Veela half making her work hard for her lover's seed. Harry moaned louder, tightening his grip on her hair. He let Fleur's allure overtake him as he began thrusting against her face.
Harry was rougher with Fleur than he ever dared with Hermione. He knew Fleur loved him being rough. Her allure awakened the beast inside Harry, and she encouraged it. All Fleur's other lovers had treated the French blonde like a porcelain flower, there to be admired but too delicate to handle. Sometimes she wanted Harry to be a tender lover, which he was more than capable of being, but on nights like tonight, she wanted to be fucked.
Harry grabbed Fleur's head with both hands and held it still while he thrust his cock down her throat. He growled and shook with lust. "Fuck, Fleur, I can't, I won't last!"
Harry pulled out of Fleur's mouth, erupting all over her face and breasts after a few more pumps. Fleur smiled and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to collect his seed. She swallowed what she could and licked her lips, waving away the seed on her face so she could look up at him seductively. "Delicious."
Harry growled lustfully, grabbing Fleur under her arms and putting her on the bed. He knelt down between her legs and ripped off the cheap panties Fleur was wearing. Fleur wasn't willing to have one of her nice pairs ruined by their passionate love making.
Harry dove into Fleur's hairless cunt, licking around her pussy lips teasingly. Fleur writhed on the bed reaching down to thread her fingers through his tangled hair. "'Arry, don't tease me! I need it! Give me your cock! I want it inside me!"
Harry chuckled, kissing and sucking Fleur's clit, eliciting a strangled moan from the blonde. "Not yet, my love. I need to return the favour."
"Oooh! You're so.. MEAN!" Fleur screamed as Harry's tongue dove into her tight wet pussy. He was awkward at first, unsure of himself the first time they made love. But now, under her patient tutelage, he was a masterful lover. His pussy eating skills were a particular highlight. But it caught Fleur in a dilemma tonight, what did she want more, his tongue or his cock?
"Oooooh! 'Arry! I-if the girls at Hogwarts knew, if they KNEW, you were SO good!! You'd never get any rest!" Fleur screamed as his tongue vibrated inside her. It was bliss, his skilled parseltongue made her cum quicker than any man she'd been with. She dared not tell anyone about it, or he would be snatched away.
Harry traced out the alphabet with his tongue inside her pussy. He alternated his parseltongue on and off to Fleur's pleasure and frustration. Harry ate Fleur's pussy like it was a delicious treat, he didn't know if it was because Fleur was a Veela or not. Right now he didn't care, Fleur's pleasure was his sole focus, despite aching to be inside her.
Harry renewed his attack on Fleur's clit, sucking on it while pressing his tongue against the nub. Sliding his fingers inside her, he gently caressed her pussy while vibrating his tongue against Fleur's clit.
Fleur's eyes flew open and her back arched as her thighs tightened around Harry's head. "'Arry! Fuck!"
Harry grinned as he lapped up Fleur's juice, silently patting himself on the back for making a Veela cum, again.
"'Arry, please, no more foreplay, I need your big cock inside me!"
Harry responded by crawling up Fleur's body and kissing her roughly. Her hand trailed down his hairless chest, wrapping her fingers around his painfully erect cock and directing it to her wet hole. He gently eased it inside, rolling his hips forward, eliciting a gasp from her plush lips, which he quickly swallowed by kissing her again.
Harry's head dipped down to take one of her delicious nipples into his mouth, as he sped up his hips and grabbed her round ass with both hands. Harry picked up the pace as Fleur wrapped her legs around his waist, still clad in the criminally short black skirt that Harry found so enticing.
"Yes! 'Arry! You feel so good inside me! Your cock was made for my tight Veela pussy! Cum, cum inside me, I need it! I need your hot cum! It's safe, I'm on the potion, you can pour all your love inside me and I won't get pregnant!"
"Fleur! I love you, I love your tight pussy, you're so fucking hot!"
Fleur's hands clawed at Harry's back, her fingernails digging into his skin as she tightened her grip around his waist. "Do it! Cum inside me!!"
"Fleur!!" Harry yelled, pumping her full of his seed as her pussy tightened due to her own orgasm.
"I love you, Fleur," Harry said quietly, pressing gentle kisses against her neck.
"I love you too, 'Arry, always and forever."
"Arthur! Where have you been?" Molly asked, opening the door to her DMLE provided apartment.
"I've been working with Connie Hammer…" Arthur began.
Molly's eyes narrowed, she knew Connie and Arthur were close at Hogwarts. So close that Molly had resorted to using a love potion to ensure she became the next Missus Weasley. That was before she found out that the Weasley's were almost bankrupt.
The Malfoy's had swindled Arthur's grandfather out of his fortune, taking advantage of his trusting nature. Hence the reason for the inter-family rivalry. That didn't matter now, Molly was far more worried about what nonsense the new head of the DMLE had put in Arthur's head.
"What have you done?" Molly hissed.
"I have been trying to extract our family from the mess you've put us in up to our necks," Arthur replied angrily.
"Do not take that tone…"
"I will take whatever tone I like with you, Molly," Arthur said firmly. "I'm aware I don't act like a head of house, like my grandfather did in his time. But I am the head of house Weasley. As such I have a responsibility to see it continue."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Molly asked, she tried to maintain her anger but there was an uneasiness settling in her stomach.
"I didn't come here to argue with you, Molly. I came to give you this," Arthur said, reaching into his robe and handing Molly divorce papers.
Molly's eyes welled up with tears as she staggered back into a chair. "No, please. Don't do this Arthur, I love you."
Arthur considered his wife sadly. "I love you, too. But I can't protect our family while you're still part of it. I'm sorry."
Arthur walked out of the apartment to find Connie waiting for him. "It was the right thing to do, Arthur."
"The right thing would have been stopping this before it began," Arthur admitted wearily.
Connie wanted to say something reassuring to Arthur but nothing came to mind. As long as Potter and his allies had the protection of the ministry, nothing Arthur tried would make much difference.
"Let's go Arthur, tomorrow is going to be a big day."