Harry Potter 05 - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

you like a written confession from me, Cornelius – or will a statement before these witnesses suffice?’
    Harry saw McGonagall and Kingsley look at each other. There was fear in both faces. He did not understand what was going on, and nor, apparently, did Fudge.
    ‘Statement?’ said Fudge slowly. ‘What – I don’t –?’
    ‘Dumbledore’s Army, Cornelius,’ said Dumbledore, still smiling as he waved the list of names before Fudge’s face. ‘Not Potter’s Army. Dumbledore’s Army. ’
    ‘But – but –’
    Understanding blazed suddenly in Fudge’s face. He took a horrified step backwards, yelped, and jumped out of the fire again.
    ‘You?’ he whispered, stamping again on his smouldering cloak.
    ‘That’s right,’ said Dumbledore pleasantly.
    ‘You organised this?’
    ‘I did,’ said Dumbledore.
    ‘You recruited these students for – for your army?’
    ‘Tonight was supposed to be the first meeting,’ said Dumbledore, nodding. ‘Merely to see whether they would be interested in joining me. I see now that it was a mistake to invite Miss Edgecombe, of course.’
    Marietta nodded. Fudge looked from her to Dumbledore, his chest swelling.
    ‘Then you have been plotting against me!’ he yelled.
    ‘That’s right,’ said Dumbledore cheerfully.
    ‘NO!’ shouted Harry.
    Kingsley flashed a look of warning at him, McGonagall widened her eyes threateningly, but it had suddenly dawned on Harry what Dumbledore was about to do, and he could not let it happen.
    ‘No – Professor Dumbledore –!’
    ‘Be quiet, Harry, or I am afraid you will have to leave my office,’ said Dumbledore calmly.
    ‘Yes, shut up, Potter!’ barked Fudge, who was still ogling Dumbledore with a kind of horrified delight. ‘Well, well, well – I came here tonight expecting to expel Potter and instead –’
    ‘Instead you get to arrest me,’ said Dumbledore, smiling. ‘It’s like losing a Knut and finding a Galleon, isn’t it?’
    ‘Weasley!’ cried Fudge, now positively quivering with delight, ‘Weasley, have you written it all down, everything he’s said, his confession, have you got it?’
    ‘Yes, sir, I think so, sir!’ said Percy eagerly, whose nose was splattered with ink from the speed of his note-taking.
    ‘The bit about how he’s been trying to build up an army against the Ministry, how he’s been working to destabilise me?’
    ‘Yes, sir, I’ve got it, yes!’ said Percy, scanning his notes joyfully.
    ‘Very well, then,’ said Fudge, now radiant with glee, ‘duplicate your notes, Weasley, and send a copy to the Daily Prophet at once. If we send a fast owl we should make the morning edition!’ Percy dashed from the room, slamming the door behind him, and Fudge turned back to Dumbledore. ‘You will now be escorted back to the Ministry, where you will be formally charged, then sent to Azkaban to await trial!’
    ‘Ah,’ said Dumbledore gently, ‘yes. Yes, I thought we might hit that little snag.’
    ‘Snag?’ said Fudge, his voice still vibrating with joy. ‘I see no snag, Dumbledore!’
    ‘Well,’ said Dumbledore apologetically, ‘I’m afraid I do.’
    ‘Oh, really?’
    ‘Well – it’s just that you seem to be labouring under the delusion that I am going to – what is the phrase? – come quietly . I am afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius. I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban. I could break out, of course – but what a waste of time, and frankly, I can think of a whole host of things I would rather be doing.’
    Umbridge’s face was growing steadily redder; she looked as though she was being filled with boiling water. Fudge stared at Dumbledore with a very silly expression on his face, as though he had just been stunned by a sudden blow and could not quite believe it had happened. He made a small choking noise, then looked round at Kingsley and the man with short grey hair, who alone of everyone in the room had remained entirely silent so far. The latter gave Fudge a reassuring nod and moved forwards a little, away from the wall. Harry saw his hand drift, almost casually, towards his pocket.
    ‘Don’t be silly, Dawlish,’ said Dumbledore kindly. ‘I’m sure you are an excellent Auror – I seem to remember that you achieved “Outstanding” in all your N.E.W.T.s – but if you attempt to – er – bring me in by force, I will have to hurt you.’
    The man called Dawlish blinked rather foolishly. He looked towards Fudge again,