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Author's Note: Hey everyone! I AM SO SORRY ABOUT HOW LONG THE UPDATE TOOK! DON'T KILL ME! I was actually making new chapter graphics for the chapters, and slightly editting the chapters, so I was working on the story, just not posting the stories. Anyways, I got straight A's on my report card, woo! AND HAPPY CANADA DAY! WOOT! And guess what? I saw Elise Estrada today! She was performing at Surrey's Canada Day Celebration and she was absolutely amazing! I got a bunch of pictures and got to hear her new single, which is also amazing! Also, this is a warning, this chapter has a bit of foul language, but I had to use it. It wouldn't have had the same effect. Anyways, read on and don't forget to leave a review!
Chapter Nine: Justice Is Served
"Storm...Elle...time to wake up," Someone said very gently as I tentatively opened my eyelids. Maybe it had all just been a really bad dream. That's it. James and Sirius were both standing there, and I looked behind me to see Remus, propped up and lightly stroking my hair. James and Sirius kept exchanging glances as they looked at us.
"McGonagall wants to see us in Dumbledore's office," James said gently. That meant it wasn't a dream.
"Okay," I sighed, not wanting to stand up and go, but doing so anyways as Remus stood up behind me. "Do we just go like this?"
"No, she said we could get dressed and stuff, but had to be there as soon as we were finished."
"Okay," I said and before they could leave I had to ask them something. "Um...can I get ready in your guys' dorm? I really don't want to be alone right now."
"Of course," They all said in unison. I ran up the stairs behind them and took some of James' clothes before heading into the shower. I took off the clothes I had already been wearing and jumped into the shower. I let the hot water take over my body and brain. It felt so nice to be in the shower, especially after last night's events. I had felt so dirty afterwards which made this feel very freeing. I got out and dried myself off, got dressed in a pair of James' sweatpants as well as one of his baggy t-shirts before brushing my teeth and my hair. I don't think I'll be wearing very fitting clothes for a white.
I walked down the stairs to see that the boys were already waiting, so I joined them on our quiet walk to the Headmaster's office.
"Fizzing Whizbees," James said, giving the gargoyle the new password before it jumped aside, letting us enter. We walked into the office to see Dumbledore sitting at his desk, and McGonagall standing beside him.
"Miss Knightley," Dumbledore acknowledged with a bow of his head. "Please have a seat." I sat down, the Marauders sitting down in the seats that surrounded me. "So Professor McGonagall has told me about last night's events and I need to get to the bottom of this before any punishments can be given out. This is going to require the use of Veritaserum. I assume you all know what that is?"
"Truth serum," I muttered under my breath having read about it before.
"Exactly. So if there's no objections, we'll start with Miss Knightley first," He said as Professor McGonagall gave me a little cup filled with clear stuff to drink. I swallowed it all (except the cup) and he started talking again. "So let's just make sure it works. What is your full name?"
"Eleanor Leah Bella Abigail Merceaux Knightley," I answered, not being able to control what came out of my mouth.
"When is your birthday, how old are you and what house are you in?"
"I was born on June 20th, I'm seventeen years old and I'm in Gryffindor."
"Good, I think this is working quite well so far. Eleanor, please tell me what happened last night."
I went into detail as I retold the story to Professor Dumbledore. He only interrupted when he wanted me to elaborate more on a subject, which was slightly embarrassing, but I did it anyways (not that I had a choice because of the Veritaserum). I would start crying at different parts but the Veritaserum wouldn't allow for me to stop.
"Okay, Mr. Potter, you are next," Dumbledore said.
This went on until every single one of us had told our stories, which were pretty much the same but just from different points of views and with a few minor details changed.
"Miss Knightley, it is very unfortunate for me to have to give you this news, but we have to bring in Mr. King for interviewing as well."
I was on feet within milliseconds.
"NO! Please don't! I don't want to see him! Please Professor don't!" I begged; tears streaming down my face as James wrapped his arms around me protectively, trying to calm me down with little shushing noises.
"I'm very sorry, but this is important to the investigation," Dumbledore said with a look of pure sadness in his eyes.
"Can't we leave?" Remus asked hopefully.
"I'm afraid not, once again, it's important to this investigation. The only thing that I can suggest for you Miss Knightley is to show no fear," Dumbledore said. "Minerva, if you could bring Mr. King in please."
Why did they have to bring him in? What if he tried to hurt me again? I didn't want that to happen! I just kept squeezing James' hand harder and harder.
A man in a formal suit walked in the room, followed by the person I had hoped to never see again in my life if I could help it, which I guess I couldn't. He was scowling and glaring at me as he took a seat directly in front of Dumbledore's desk.
James still had his hands wrapped around my own, holding on just a little less tight then I was to comfort me.
"Hello Professor Dumbledore, my name is Clarence Darrow. I work at the Ministry of Magic as a lawyer and I am here to represent Mr. King," He said, shaking hands with Dumbledore. I looked to James for an explanation about what a lawyer was.
"Someone who represents people who have committed a crime, or have been a victim to one," James whispered and I nodded.
"Now Mr. King. You have been accused of a serious crime in the muggle and wizarding world. How do you plead to the accusation that you tried to rape Miss Knightley?" Dumbledore asked.
"Not guilty, of course," He said in an annoyingly arrogant voice.
"I see," Dumbledore said, looking stumped. He sat there thinking for a moment before coming to a conclusion that seemed to appeal to him because he started talking again. "Well, Mr. Darrow, would it be alright if your client was questioned with Veritaserum?"
Mr. Darrow leant over to Andrew and they both started whispering back and forth.
"Fine with me," Andrew said finally. "I've got nothing to hide because I didn't do anything."
"Okay," Dumbledore said with a look in his eyes that told me that he didn't really believe him. Dumbledore signaled Professor McGonagall. She walked over, handing him a cup of clear liquid which he drank. "What is your full name?"
"Andrew Robert King."
"How old are you and what house are you in?"
"Seventeen and I'm in Ravenclaw," He said.
"Excellent," Dumbledore said. "Now Mr. King, what is it that went on last night with Miss Knightley?"
He went into a full explanation of what happened but from his point of view. It was almost exactly like everyone else's just more...disturbing. And even more detailed about his thoughts on it and what he was thinking while he was doing it. After he had finished, a look of pure shock and panic crossed his face, obviously thinking he could resist the truth serum. He started whispering to the lawyer man beside him before the lawyer turned to Dumbledore.
"Professor Dumbledore, my client didn't mean to say those things," He said in a falsely sweet voice. I guess he was hoping Dumbledore would fall for it.
"I am very aware of that," Dumbledore started, "but he has confessed to a crime that he pleaded innocent to beforehand. This is a serious crime that will have to be discussed with the board of trustees," Dumbledore said.
"And who might they be?" Darrow asked, his falsely sweet demeanor gone.
"The Heads of each House, as well as me," Dumbledore said. "Can you fetch the rest of them for me Minerva?"
She nodded solemnly before rushing out of the room. It was dead silent before the four Heads, Professor Slughorn, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall came into the room, and started whispering with Dumbledore. After a while of this, they all turned to face us all.
"We have to the conclusion of what shall happen to Mr. King. As this is a serious crime, he will be expelled from Hogwarts, and not to come within one hundred meters of Miss Knightley. Mr. King, you will go to your house lead by your Head of House, to pack your things and leave Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, looking truly remorseful. "I will not allow this behavior at my school."
"You stupid whore! You slag! You bitch! How could you do this?! It's all your fault!" He screamed at me as Professor Flitwick started leading him out of the room, sternly talking to him.
Whore? Slag? Bitch? What did all these words mean? I'm guessing they're insults, but I don't feel very offended.
"Miss Knightley, I want to thank you for coming forward. That takes a lot of bravery," Dumbledore mentioned.
Bravery? It wasn't even my choice to tell them what happened! I just kind of knew they'd help me if I told them, even if it did take a bit of coaxing.
"I just hope you're okay physically, spiritually, emotionally and mentally after all this," He said and I nodded in response. "That's good news. Now, I hope you'll accept my sincerest of apologies for what happened."
"It's not you fault, you don't need to say sorry," I said quietly.
"Very well Miss Knightley," Dumbledore said, chuckling slightly. "You are dismissed."
We all walked out of the office and I decided that I need to look up some words.
"I'm going to go to the library," I noted as I started heading down.
"We'll come with you," James said suddenly, changing his route so he could come as well, Sirius and Remus following. I was kind of happy for that. "I just really don't want you to be left alone for a while."
"Why don't you ever show Lily this side of you?" Remus asked.
"Because it's my sensitive side, and I don't even feel completely comfortable showing you guys this side of me," James said as we walked into the library. When we walked in, James and Sirius started building a fort out of books (kings of maturity, those two are) at the very back of the library where Remus and I were sitting. Remus had found a book and started reading it while I searched out a dictionary and began looking for certain words.
Whore: a person who is considered sexually promiscuous
Slag: a person who has loose morals and engages in casual sex and promiscuous behavior
Bravery: courageous spirit or conduct
Courageous: being able to face and/or deal with danger or fear without flinching, or possessing or displaying bravery
Bitch: a female dog or canine
"Remus?" I whispered.
"Why would he call me a female dog?" I asked. I was very confused about that. Why would someone call another person a female dog as an insult?
"Who?" Remus asked curiously, now looking up from his book.
"An- I mean King. He called me a "bitch" but the definition for that is a female dog," I answered, still very confused about the whole subject.
"Oh, Elle, that's not how he meant it," Remus said, leaning closer so he could talk quieter. "It's actually a word considered to be bad, because it means a malicious and very unpleasant person. It's especially rude towards women."
"Oh," I said, thinking about it. That made much more sense then calling me a female dog. That's actually quite humorous. The thought of being called a female dog, that is.
"Do you usually come down here to read dictionaries?" Remus asked.
"No, I just come here to look up some words occasionally," I answered. "It's harder not knowing what things mean. But when Professor Dumbledore told me about coming to the library to figure things out in my flashbacks, I figured it couldn't hurt to look up other things I didn't know about. But do James and Sirius always make book forts when they come to the library?"
"Actually, they do," Remus said, looking slightly embarrassed at his friends' antics.
"Wow..." I said, smiling slightly at our goofy friends.
Next time on "Remember"
"Professor, I'm going to outside. I'll explain it to you later," A familiar voice said, picking me up and carrying me somewhere.
"LET ME GO! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! YOU'RE THE ONES WHO KILLED MY FATHER! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" I screamed at them, tears still streaming down my face.