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

gold. ‘Really, just because you are Dumbledore’s favourite boy, you must not expect the same indulgence from the rest of us … shall we go up to your office, then, Minister?’
    ‘Certainly,’ said Fudge, turning his back on Harry and Mr Weasley. ‘This way, Lucius.’
    They strode off together, talking in low voices. Mr Weasley did not let go of Harry’s shoulder until they had disappeared into the lift.
    ‘Why wasn’t he waiting outside Fudge’s office if they’ve got business to do together?’ Harry burst out furiously. ‘What was he doing down here?’
    ‘Trying to sneak down to the courtroom, if you ask me,’ said Mr Weasley, looking extremely agitated and glancing over his shoulder as though making sure they could not be overheard. ‘Trying to find out whether you’d been expelled or not. I’ll leave a note for Dumbledore when I drop you off, he ought to know Malfoy’s been talking to Fudge again.’
    ‘What private business have they got together, anyway?’
    ‘Gold, I expect,’ said Mr Weasley angrily. ‘Malfoy’s been giving generously to all sorts of things for years … gets him in with the right people … then he can ask favours … delay laws he doesn’t want passed … oh, he’s very well-connected, Lucius Malfoy.’
    The lift arrived; it was empty except for a flock of memos that flapped around Mr Weasley’s head as he pressed the button for the Atrium and the doors clanged shut. He waved them away irritably.
    ‘Mr Weasley,’ said Harry slowly, ‘if Fudge is meeting Death Eaters like Malfoy, if he’s seeing them alone, how do we know they haven’t put the Imperius Curse on him?’
    ‘Don’t think it hasn’t occurred to us, Harry,’ said Mr Weasley quietly. ‘But Dumbledore thinks Fudge is acting of his own accord at the moment – which, as Dumbledore says, is not a lot of comfort. Best not talk about it any more just now, Harry.’
    The doors slid open and they stepped out into the now almost-deserted Atrium. Eric the watchwizard was hidden behind his Daily Prophet again. They had walked straight past the golden fountain before Harry remembered.
    ‘Wait …’ he told Mr Weasley, and, pulling his moneybag from his pocket, he turned back to the fountain.
    He looked up into the handsome wizard’s face, but close-to Harry thought he looked rather weak and foolish. The witch was wearing a vapid smile like a beauty contestant, and from what Harry knew of goblins and centaurs, they were most unlikely to be caught staring so soppily at humans of any description. Only the house-elf’s attitude of creeping servility looked convincing. With a grin at the thought of what Hermione would say if she could see the statue of the elf, Harry turned his moneybag upsidedown and emptied not just ten Galleons, but the whole contents into the pool.
    *
    ‘I knew it!’ yelled Ron, punching the air. ‘You always get away with stuff!’
    ‘They were bound to clear you,’ said Hermione, who had looked positively faint with anxiety when Harry had entered the kitchen and was now holding a shaking hand over her eyes, ‘there was no case against you, none at all.’
    ‘Everyone seems quite relieved, though, considering you all knew I’d get off,’ said Harry, smiling.
    Mrs Weasley was wiping her face on her apron, and Fred, George and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went: ‘ He got off, he got off, he got off … ’
    ‘That’s enough! Settle down!’ shouted Mr Weasley, though he too was smiling. ‘Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry –’
    ‘What?’ said Sirius sharply.
    ‘ He got off, he got off, he 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.’
    ‘Absolutely,’ said Sirius. ‘We’ll tell him, don’t worry.’
    ‘Well, I’d better get going, there’s a vomiting toilet waiting for me in Bethnal Green. Molly, I’ll be late, I’m covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner –’
    ‘ He got off, he got off, he got off … ’
    ‘That’s enough – Fred – George – Ginny!’ said Mrs Weasley, as Mr Weasley left the kitchen. ‘Harry, dear, come and sit down, have some lunch, you hardly ate breakfast.’
    Ron and Hermione sat themselves down opposite him, looking happier than they had done since he had first arrived at Grimmauld Place, and Harry’s feeling of giddy relief, which had been