One hour of life,
crowded to the full with glorious action,
and filled with noble risks,
is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.
~ Sir Walter Scott ~
Thursday, March 9th ~ Late Evening
Apparating outside the gates, Harry didn't waste any time gazing at the old structure or the students milling around. He headed straight for the front doors and then Remus' office. After hearing the WWN broadcast about the release of Bellatrix Lestrange and why, he'd been stunned. He'd never questioned it when Dumbledore had told him it was impossible to retrieve Sirius.
If it's impossible - who are they saying is him? The 'Ministry' confirmed his identify, but they're also the ones who condemned him for Pettigrew and then later pardoned him. Fuck, I don't know.
Knocking lightly once on the office door, Harry didn't wait for an answer and stepped inside before closing the door behind him.
"Remus, do you really think it's him?"
Escape From The Manor
Thursday, March 9th ~ Late Evening to Early Morning Hours
Draco had lost his bloody mind. That was the only explanation he had as to why he was skulking through the Manor peeking in the guest suites while Potty, Lupin and Weasley waited a short distance outside the gates. 'Hurry Draco!' Like I'd grab him and pop downstairs for tea before leaving!
Draco frowned as he left another empty room. Surely he's not in the dungeons with all the press about the case? Spotting a sliver of light down the hall from a slightly ajar door down the hallway, Draco slipped quietly over to peek in.
Don't let me see Aunt Bella naked, I don't think I'd recover.