Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality

The Transfiguration Professor paused at the board, and turned to look at Padma. The Professor should have looked stern, having been interrupted without a hand being raised, but instead her face was kindly. 'You don't already know, Miss Patil? I expected that rumor would have spread.'

'There's too many rumors,' said Padma. 'I don't know what's true.'

Morag MacDougal raised her hand, then said without waiting to be called, 'I told you, Padma, what's true is that the Wizengamot found Granger guilty and ordered her to get the Dementor's Kiss and they brought in the Dementor and Harry Potter glued it to the ceiling and wouldn't let it down until -'

'Oh, dear Merlin,' said Professor McGonagall, her expression growing sharp, but then she visibly calmed herself. 'The affair was utterly ridiculous and I shan't go into detail. Let it stand that Miss Granger is resting with Madam Pomfrey for now, and coming back to classes tomorrow. And if I catch anyone bothering her, I shall turn them into glass vases and drop them.'

The entire class gasped at this; it wasn't so much that the threat was fatal, as that it broke the safety rules for Transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall turned back to her board -

From a corner of the classroom, another voice rose up. 'What about Professor Quirrell?' said Terry Boot. 'Has he been arrested?'

'The Aurors are only detaining him,' said the Transfiguration Professor without turning around. 'If they have not given back our Defense Professor by tomorrow, I shall ask the Headmaster to go fetch him. Though I may as well tell you now that the Board of Governors has scheduled a vote on whether Professor Quirrell's battles shall be allowed to continue.'

Kevin Entwhistle spoke. 'And General Malfoy? When's he getting back from St. Mungo's?'

The Transfiguration Professor paused in her drawing.

She turned around again, more slowly, this time.

'I am sorry, Mr. Entwhistle,' said Professor McGonagall. Her face looked a little more lined than when she had entered the room. 'Mr. Malfoy's health is in no danger, I am given to understand. Unfortunately, I have received an owl from Mr. Malfoy's father withdrawing him from Hogwarts. I am afraid he is not coming back.'

Chapter 84: Taboo Tradeoffs, Aftermath 2

When Hermione Granger woke, she found herself lying in a soft, comfortable bed of the Hogwarts infirmary, with a square of setting sunlight falling on her midriff, warm through the thin blanket. Memory said that there would be a screen-sheet above her, either drawn around her bed or open, and that the rest of Madam Pomfrey's domain would lie beyond: the other beds, occupied or unoccupied, and bright windows set in the curvily-carven stone of Hogwarts.

When Hermione opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the face of Professor McGonagall, sitting on the left side of her bed. Professor Flitwick wasn't there, but that was understandable, he'd stayed by her side all morning in the detention cell, his silver raven standing extra guard against the Dementor and his stern little face always turned outward toward the Aurors. The Head of Ravenclaw had surely spent way too much time on her, and probably had to get back to teaching his classes, instead of keeping watch on a convicted attempted- murderess.

She felt horribly, horribly sick and she didn't think it was because of any potions. Hermione would've started crying again, only her throat hurt, her eyes still burned, and her mind just felt tired. She couldn't have borne to weep again, couldn't find the strength for tears.

'Where are my parents?' Hermione whispered to the Head of House Gryffindor. Somehow it seemed like the worst thing in the world to face them, even worse than everything else; and yet she still wanted to see them.

The gentle look on Professor McGonagall's face Transfigured into something sadder. 'I'm sorry, Miss Granger. Though it was not always so, we have found in recent years that it is wiser not to tell the parents of Muggleborns about any danger their child has faced. I should advise you also to remain silent, if you wish to stay at Hogwarts without trouble from them.'

'I'm not being expelled?' the girl whispered. 'For what I did?'

'No,' said Professor McGonagall. 'Miss Granger... surely you heard... I hope you heard Mr. Potter, when he said that you were innocent?'

'He was just saying that,' she said dully. 'To get me free, I mean.'

The older witch shook her head firmly. 'No, Miss Granger. Mr. Potter believes you were Memory-Charmed, that the whole duel never happened. The Headmaster suspects even Darker magics may have been involved - that your own hand might have cast the spell, but not your own will. Even Professor Snape finds the affair completely unbelievable, though he may not be able to say so publicly. He was wondering if Muggle drugs might have been used on you.'

Hermione's eyes went on staring distantly at the Transfiguration Professor; she knew that she'd just been told something significant, but she couldn't find the energy to propagate any changes through her mind.

'Surely you don't believe it?' said Professor McGonagall. 'Miss Granger, you cannot believe of yourself that you would turn to murder!'

'But I -' Her excellent memory helpfully replayed it for the thousandth time, Draco Malfoy telling her with a sneer that she'd never beat him when he wasn't tired, and then proceeding to prove just that, dancing like a duelist between the warded trophies while she frantically scrambled, and dealing the ending blow with a hex that sent her crashing against the wall and drew blood from her cheek - and then - then she'd -

'But you remember doing it,' said the older witch, who was watching over her with kindly understanding. 'Miss Granger, there is no need for a twelve-year-old girl to bear such dreadful memories. Say the word and I shall be happy to lock them away for you.'

It was like a glass of warm water thrown into her face. 'What?'

Professor McGonagall took out her wand, a gesture so practiced and quick that it seemed like pointing a finger. 'I can't offer to rid you of the memories entirely, Miss Granger,' the Transfiguration Professor said with her