The old wizard sighed. 'I fear the boy has spent too much time among the Muggles. Always they reach for safety; always they imagine that safety can be reached. If Miss Granger is not safe within the center of our fortress, she shall be no safer for leaving it.'
'Not everyone seems to think so,' said Professor McGonagall. It had been almost the first letter she'd seen when she'd taken a quick look at her desk; an envelope of the finest sheepskin, sealed in greenish-silver wax, pressed into the image of a snake that rose and hissed at her. 'I have received Lord Malfoy's owl withdrawing his son from Hogwarts.'
The old wizard nodded, but did not break stride. 'Does Harry know?'
'Yes.' Her voice faltered, for a moment, remembering Harry's expression. 'After class, Mr. Potter complimented Lord Malfoy's excellent good sense, and said that he would be writing Madam Longbottom advising her to do the same with her grandson, in case he was the next target. In the event that Mr. Longbottom's guardian was so negligent as to keep him in Hogwarts, Mr. Potter wanted him to have a Time-Turner, an invisibility cloak, a broomstick, and a pouch in which to carry them; also a toe-ring with an emergency portkey to a safe location, in case someone kidnaps Mr. Longbottom and takes him outside Hogwarts's wards. I told Mr. Potter that I did not think the Ministry would consent to such use of our Time-Turners, and he said that we should not ask. I expect he will want Miss Granger to receive the same, if she stays. And for himself Mr. Potter wants a three-person broomstick to carry in his pouch.' She wasn't awed by the list of precautions. Impressed with the cleverness, but not awed; she was a Transfiguration Mistress, after all. But it still sent shivers of disquiet through her, that Harry Potter now thought Hogwarts as dangerous as spell research.
'The Department of Mysteries is not lightly defied,' said Albus. 'But for the rest -' The old wizard seemed to slump in on himself slightly. 'We may as well give the boy what he wishes. And I will ward Neville also, and write Augusta to say that he should stay here over holiday.'
'And finally,' she said, 'Mr. Potter says - this is a direct quote, Albus - whatever kind of Dark Wizard attractant the Headmaster is keeping here, he needs to get it out of this school,
'I asked as much of Flamel,' Albus said, the pain clear in his voice. 'But Master Flamel has said - that even
'Very well,' said Professor McGonagall. 'But for myself, I think that Mr. Potter is right on every single count.'
The old wizard glanced at her, and his voice caught as he said, 'Minerva, you have known me long, and as well as any soul still living - tell me, have I lost myself to darkness already?'
'What?' said Professor McGonagall in genuine surprise. Then, 'Oh, Albus, no!'
The old wizard's lips pressed together tightly before he spoke. 'For the greater good. I have sacrificed so many, for the greater good. Today I almost condemned Hermione Granger to Azkaban for the greater good. And I find myself - today, I found myself - beginning to resent the innocence that is no longer mine -' The old wizard's voice halted. 'Evil done in the name of good. Evil done in the name of evil. Which
'You are being silly, Albus.'
The old wizard glanced at her again, before turning his eyes back to their way. 'Tell me, Minerva - did you pause to weigh the consequences, before you told Miss Granger how to bind herself to the Potter family?'
She took an involuntary breath as she understood what she had done -
'So you did not.' Albus's eyes were saddened. 'No, Minerva, you must not apologize. It is well. For what you have seen of me this day - if your first loyalty is now to Harry Potter, and not to me, then that is right and proper.' She opened her lips to protest, but Albus went on before she could say a word. 'Indeed - indeed - that will be necessary and more than necessary, if the Dark Lord that Harry must defeat to come into his power is not Voldemort after all -'
'Not
The old wizard nodded, but his eyes still seemed distant, fixed only on the road ahead.
The holding cell, well to the center of Magical Law Enforcement, was luxuriously appointed; more a remark on what adult wizards took for granted, than any special feeling toward prisoners. There was a self-reclining, self- rocking chair with plush, richly textured, self-warming cushions. There was a bookcase containing random books rescued from a bargain bin, and a full shelf of ancient magazines, including one from 1883. As for toiletries, well, it wasn't exactly luxurious, but there was a spell on the room which put all that business on hold; you weren't to go anywhere that the watching Auror couldn't see you. But aside from that, it was quite a pleasant little cell. The Defense Professor of Hogwarts was being detained, not arrested, not even intimidated. There was no evidence to indict him... except that a terrible and unusual crime had been committed at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and going by previous occasions the odds were five to one that the current Defense Professor was tangled up in it
Let us repeat this for emphasis:
The Defense Professor.
Was being detained.
In a cell.
The Defense Professor was staring at the watching Auror and humming.
The Defense Professor has not spoken a single word since he arrived in this particular cell. He has
The humming started as a simple children's lullaby, the one that in Muggle Britain begins,