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Ottery St. Catchpole
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AN: "The darkness of life's trials does not cease to fall but the light of my friends love makes it bearable" ~Ottery St.  Thank you all ...
 Two words failed us
and knowing how to forgive
how easy it would have been to say 'I'm sorry'
But we had more than enough pride
and we were missing humility
and I put so much effort in being the first to speak
that when one finally dares its too late now, its too late now Translated by me from a song by Alek Syntek In the baggage compartment Maxie Zeus lay stuck inside of an open trunk, a girl’s sleeping gown on him all the luggage cluttered around him, but his trunk was safe, and what lay in it more so. The boss would not have liked it if the goods were damaged. Not that the boss would like what had happened on the train either.
Colin and Dennis Creevy helped some first years trapped in a compartment, while Cormac made sure that there were no girls hurt. Hannah Abbot went around asking for Ernie, while Pansy sat under the shade of a tree nursing Draco’s non-existent wounds. Everywhere wizards and witches from Saint Mungo's and Ministry authorities walked around surveying the damage apparating people to the hospital or into custody. The afternoon waned and the moon peaked in the sky before the sun set.
As Seamus held Ottery in his arms, Dean patted his back two dark robed men walked up to the trio.
“Ottery St. Catchpole?” one of the dark robed men asked.
“He’s not feeling well right now,” Dean said diplomatically.
“What do you want with him?” Seamus asked defensively. He held onto Ottery more tightly.
The dark haired boy looked up, knowing only too well he was in more trouble than ever.
“By order of the authority vested by the wizards and witches of Great Britain,” the first man began.
“You’re not--,” Dean started but already one of the aurors had an arm out holding the black boy back and his hands on his wand.
“We are placing you, Ottery St. Catchpole, under arrest and the authority of the Minister of Magic. You are to come with us to Azkaban until such a time as a trial can be …”
“The devil you’re taking him,” Seamus said standing up and in front of the dark haired boy.
Cormac could see something happening with Ottery and his fellow Gryffindors and he started over, as did Colin and Dennis Creevy. The raised voices, the commotion, and the tension erupting all around them attracted the attention of the other students. It was not long before they had a group of Gryffindors breathing down the auror’s backs.
“You can come with us the nice way or you and your friends can get hurt if you try to stop us,” The man threatened.
“Guys, calm down I’m sure there’s a mistake …” the dark haired boy started. “I’ll go and get this straightened out …”
“I’m sure there’s no mistake, Otts. You’re wanted in the murder of Alesia Deveraux, former Death Eater you cursed with an Imperius Spell. Her body was found two seconds ago floating down the Thames doubtlessly from when she went back to the Death Eaters headquarters and was met with more attackers than she could handle.”
The dark haired boy went pale.
In the midst of the crowd, Ottery could see Teddy standing, in one hand his wand in the other a pouch full of sticks of dynamite. The dark haired boy shook his head.
“Dangit Otts,” he shook his head as they took the dark haired boy's wand, and they cuffed him. “Make sure everyone is safe, Teddy,” he said. “I’m going to need a good lawyer … uhm, barrister so stay out of trouble.”
Night fell bringing with it a cold chill and leaving everyone with uncertainty as to the future. ♥
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