“You just can’t stay out of trouble, can you Mr. Potter?”
“Curse of being the protagonist, sir. I just wanted to go to the bank.”
“And you had to start a duel over a girl on the way there?”
Harry smirked. “On the way back actually. And Pansy isn’t the spoils of war. She’s the victim here.” Pansy started sniffling again, and Harry wrapped his arm protectively around her shoulder. “I just happened to be walking past when I saw Draco Malfoy start beating her in the alley.”
“Is that true Miss?”
Pansy nodded.
“Do you want to press charges?”
Pansy shook her head while Harry snorted.
“Why is that funny Mr. Potter?”
“Do you really think that Lucius Malfoy’s son would actually be punished for this? Or does someone on the Wizengamot need a new broom?” Harry shook his head in disgust. “Or maybe Pansy here just needs pushed over a balcony at Hogwarts?”
Auror O’Flaherty turned around at this point, snarling at Harry. “Lucius Malfoy is a respected member of the community and I’ll not stand here listening to these accusations!”
“Then sit down.” Harry snapped. “Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater, Auror O’Flaherty, and the only reason he’s not in Azkaban, is that he’s a rich Death Eater.”
Nettles held O’Flaherty back as she tried to rush at Harry. “Mr. Potter, I suggest you moderate your tone and control your temper before you do get yourself arrested.”
“Nettles, I’ve disembodied Voldemort three times and killed a sixty foot long basilisk with a sword. What makes you think you can intimidate me?” Harry turned to Pansy. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
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