Hope Mikaelson Goes to Hogwarts

Chapter 11: One Mustn't Tell Lies

Hope's POV:

As the elevator moves backwards, we all reach for a hand hold. "Oh, my God. What am I gonna do? My wife's all alone downstairs." Ron whimpers. "Ron, you don't have a wife." Harry reminds him. "Oh, right." We reach level two. "But how do I stop it raining?" Ron asks.

"Try 'finite incantatem'." Hermione tells him as the door opens. Ron doesn't move. "This is you Ron." I tell him. Harry shoves him out. "'Finite incantatem'. Ok. And if that doesn't work?" He asks, turning around, but the door is already closing and we're already moving. 

"He'll be fine." I assure them. We reach level one. "I'd say if we don't locate umbrage within the hour, we go find Ron and come back another day." Harry says. "You guys can leave. If the potion wears off I'm going invisible and searching from there." "Hope-" Harry starts, but I cut him off. 

"We don't have the time to make another batch and make another plan. Besides, once the others are awake, they'll be on the look out for imposters." I remind them. "Hope, it's too dangerous." He tries, a pleading look on his face. 

Before I can tell him that I'll be fine, the door opens and Dolores Umbridge herself steps into the elevator. "Ah, Mafalda, Travers sent you, did he? Good. And Valerie, it seems you were getting a jump on things. Excellent. We'll all go straight down." She tells me, climbing into the elevator. 

There's silence for a second. "Albert, aren't you getting out?" She asks. Harry moves forward and out of the elevator. Turning to us as the doors closed I send him a nod in reassurance before we're out of sight. 

Hermione and I exchange nervous looks as the elevator lowers and lowers towards what I can only assume is where Mrs. Cattermole is being judged. When we get to the right level Hermione and I follow Umbridge out of the elevator and into a courtroom. Yaxley is already there.

I wonder if this is the one Harry was in for his trial before the start of fifth year. "Now, take your seats everyone and we'll get started." Umbridge beams that sickly sweet smile. She sits in her high chair and waves her wand. A patronus cat comes out of the end and sits on her desk. 

"Let them out." She commands. One of the guards nods and waves his wand. Instantly a swarm of dementors floor the space above the trial room, only being held off by Umbridge's patronus. What the hell? I spot my name on a desk to Umbridge's right and go to take my seat. 

"Now, I have had all the case files we are seeing today placed on your desks. Review them and in thirty minutes we shall bring in the first accused. Mary Cattermole." Umbridge says. I glance down at all the files. These are all people accused of being muggles or muggle borns.

They're listed here as 'mud bloods'. What in the actual hell? I look up and spot it. The locket hanging around Umbridge's neck. "Valerie, are you alright? You do not look so well." Umbridge says. "I'm fine, just a bit of a stomach ache." I assure her, making sure my accent is intact. 

"Very well dear. After we see Mrs. Cattermole you should go see a healer to makes sure everything is alright." I nod, not saying anything else as she looks down at the files on her desk. The thirty minutes fly by and soon Umbridge calls Mrs. Cattermole into the room. 

"Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?" "Yes." "Of 27 Chislehurst Gardens, Great Tolling, Evesham?" "Yes." "Mother to Maisie, Ellie, and Alfred? Wife to Reginald?" The woman doesn't answer, just looks towards the entrance. "Reg?" She asks, her voice choking up. 

Harry and Ron are standing in the doorway. Harry grabs onto Ron's jacket and shoves him into the room, making sure to act the part. "Thank you Albert." Umbridge nods before turning back to the 'couple'. "Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?" "Yes." 

"A wand was taken from you upon your arrival at the Ministry today, Mrs. Cattermole. Is this that wand?" She asks, raising a wand in he right hand. She nods. "Would you please tell the court from which witch or wizard you took this wand?" 

"I didn't take it. I got it in Diagon Alley, at Ollivander's when I was 11. It chose me." She chokes out. "You're lying. Wands only choose witches, and you are not a witch." "But I am. Tell them, reg. Tell them what I am." She pleads, looking at Ron. Poor woman. There's silence. 

"Reg, tell them what I am." She pleads again. Harry walks around the chair to stand on the other side. I notice him take his wand out. Umbridge notices it as well. "What on earth are you doing Albert?" She asks him, confused with his actions. 

"You're lying, Dolores. And one mustn't tell lies." He spits at her, his face bubbling with the effects of the potion wearing off. "Stupefy!" He yells, flicking his wand at her. She flies backwards in her chair, knocked out. 

I feel the potion wearing off of me as well as I reach up and yank the necklace off her neck while the rest of the courtroom goes into chaos. Ron stuns Yaxley as Hermione and I make our way down the podium towards them. 

Harry grabs onto my hand when we reach them and Ron latches onto Hermoine. With Umbridge knocked out, her patronus stops. "Oh, it's Harry Potter and Hope Mikaelson." Mrs. Cattermole breaths. Yaxley is still awake and narrows his eyes at us. 

I don't have time to do anything. With the dementors on their way, we need to run. "It is, isn't it. This'll be fun to tell the kids." Ron tells her, playing the part as husband as his potion hasn't worn off yet. The dementors are right on our tail as we sprint of the elevator. 

As soon as we're all inside, Harry closes the door, trapping them outside, but they still start to suck out our souls. Harry and I raise our wands at the same time. "Expecto Patronum!" We yell. The are sent back with a stag and a wolf coming out of the ends of our wands. 

Once they're gone, the elevator starts to move. Despite wanting to feel relieved that we're out, this isn't over yet.