Harry Potter Feared Nothing. Harry took a deep breath and stepped onto the stone staircase leading to the Headmaster's Office. He finally stopped before the Griffin door knocker, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door three times. Without waiting for a response from within, he pushed the door open and entered the Headmaster's Office.
Ignoring the looks directed at him, Harry swept his gaze across the already crowded office before settling on Dumbledore. The elderly man sat behind his desk, his long fingers steepled, his expression serene. He even smiled at Harry as he entered, as though everything happening now was entirely under his control. Professor McGonagall, standing beside Dumbledore, looked extremely tense instead.
Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic whom Harry thoroughly disliked, was here too. He stood by the fireplace, and when he saw Harry appear, he looked a little excited. He probably thought he had caught Harry red-handed and could finally expel him.
Harry found that utterly laughable. He truly did not understand what Fudge had stuffed into his brain—dung? It was astonishing that a Minister could be this stupid.
The guard beside Fudge was someone Harry knew: Order of the Phoenix member Kingsley Shacklebolt. Harry pretended not to recognize him. Harry did not know the other guards. The last was Ron's brother, Percy Weasley, who held a Quill and parchment, ready to record everything that happened here.
To Harry's surprise, he did not see the "traitor" here.
"Good, good!"
Cornelius Fudge glared at Harry, his face wearing a gloating expression.
"Good? I don't feel good. I heard you let all the prisoners in Azkaban escape." Harry's heart pounded furiously, but his mind was extraordinarily calm and clear. He spoke at once, cutting off the momentum Fudge had been building, choking back whatever he wanted