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𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 LOVE LOVE LOVE 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 <𝟹

A/N: LMAO hi😛

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"Cleared," Harry said, pulling the door closed behind him as he, Y/N, and Mr. Weasley walked through the door to Grimmauld place, "of all charges!"

"I knew it!" exclaimed Ron, taking a large bite out of the bread roll he had in his hand. "You always get away with stuff!"

"They got off! They got off!"

Sirius had hardly let a second pass before striding through and pulling both Y/N and Harry into a tight bone-crushing hug. He pulled back, grinning widely. "They were bound to clear you, that old troll had no case against you"

"You seem awfully relieved for someone who knew we'd get off" Y/N said, grinning at the roll of Sirius' eyes.

Fred, George, and Ginny were doing some kind of repetitive dance to a chant that went "They got off, they got off, they got off —"

"That's enough, settle down!" said Mr. Weasley, though he too was smiling. "Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry —"

"What?" said Sirius sharply. "The fucking scumbag"

Mrs. Weasley gasped, "Sirius! Not in front of the children!" She scolded, her expression angry. Sirius ignored her.

Y/N could vividly remember the smug look on just as Sirius had said, the 'scumbags' face. How Narcissa could bare to be around such a piece of shit, Y/N would never know.

"Well, well, well . . . Patronus Potter," said Lucius Malfoy coolly, his voice stopping the three of them in their tracks as they headed toward the lift.

Y/N could feel Harry's body tense. She fought the urge to punch that man square in the face.

"The Minister was just telling me about your lucky escape, Potter," drawled Mr. Malfoy. "Quite astonishing, the way you continue to wriggle out of very tight holes. . . . Snakelike, in fact . . . And you, Black. I heard about your muggles, what a pity, devastating how that happened."

In the 4 years that she had known this man, he had never been able to hit a nerve with his snide comments. But it was something about the way he said it, the obvious lack of sincerity in his voice, the way he looked almost pleased with himself.

The moment she locked eyes with him, she knew.

He hadn't done it. No, he'd look far fucking smugger than he did right now if he did. But he was involved. He thrived off the slight change in her expression at the mention of her muggle parents.

Harry looked furious. Y/N grasped onto his wrist discreetly, pausing him from continuing to grab his wand.

"How's dinner with Voldemort?— ah sorry, I meant 'your lord'" She said, watching his jaw tick slightly. "Do you have some nice steak? Play some cards?"

"How dare—"

"This way, Lucius. We don't have time for this child's ignorance." Fudge said, his voice stern and face red.

"They got off, they got off, they got off —"

"Be quiet, you three! Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine, then they went up to Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to know." Mr. Weasley said after he, Y/N and Harry explained the encounter.