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The next morning at breakfast, Remilda was exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. She had gotten next to no sleep. She had a bit of hope for her father when he wasn't in yesterday's Prophet. But that morning when she walked into the Great Hall, that bit of hope vanished as soon as Fred and George sat down. Although they were both still fuming mad about the outcome of the Quidditch match that resulted in both of them and Harry getting booted off the team until further notice, they were exceptionally quiet as they handed Remilda their copy of the prophet. She had been hopeful, probably stupid of her to be, but she was. She had hoped that her father had gone so far into hiding that she wouldn't have to fess up and explain to Raelyn and Harry that it was her fault that their father and his only likeable uncle was in Azkaban.

JACOB POTTER ARRESTED AND SENT TO AZKABAN UNTIL QUESTIONING

Remilda felt like she was going to be sick. Under the title, there was a moving image of her father in the striped Azkaban jumpsuit. With a prisoner number in his hands in front of him, and chains around his wrists. He didn't look too weak, but he didn't look great either. He looked exhausted and defeated. And when he would look towards the camera, he seemed to look right at her. Making her feel even more guilty.

Noteable wizard, Jacob William Potter, was arrested yesterday evening by Aurors in Toronto, Canada. He had gone into hiding among the muggles in the city when Canadian Aurors who had been made aware of the search two weeks ago finally were able to find him. He was apprehended and escorted to the Ministry of Magic where he was sentenced to Azkaban until questioning under these following charges;

Treason against the Ministry; recruiting witches and wizards to prepare to fight against You-Know-Who and Ministry if it came to that.
Knowing the location of Azkaban Escapee, Sirius Black.
Fleeing the country and avoiding arrest.

Potter's illegal activity was first noted three weeks prior to the unfortunate death of his wife, Allison Potter. He was released from his post from the Aurors office in America when he began to suggest that his wife's death would not have happened if the Ministry of Magic would have been proactive in locating You-Know-Who. After losing his job, he relocated his family to Scotland, and convinced Headmaster Dumbledore to allow his daughters to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Potter was located due to a letter he sent to his daughter who had previously agreed to assist the Ministry in locating him by writing to him. However, due to his daughter being most likely brainwashed to believe that You-Know-Who has returned, she sent a second letter explaining that he could know write them under the name Jacob Potter, but could use the name Talon instead. However, High Inquisitor Dolores Umbridge at the school suspected something in these letters and ordered her mail be intercepted.

Jacob Potter has been placed in High Security. That level has extra security since Black's escape two years ago. Jacob Potter's official hearing is scheduled for January 3rd of this up and coming year so his daughters and nephew, Harry Potter, may attend his hearing and speak to him for what could be the last time.

Remilda's eyes flicked back to the picture at the top of the article. Her eyes beginning to burn with tears.

"We thought you would want to read about it before someone brought it us..." Fred said simply.

"Has Raelyn seen it?" Remilda asked, "What about Harry?"

"You're about to find out..." Fred started glancing back towards the Great Hall doors.

"And she does not look very happy." George added.

"Quite the opposite really," Fred continued.

"Could you two stop that?" Remilda said sternly, "Finishing each other's sentences?"

The twins glanced at each other and then back towards Remilda. However they didn't say anything, they quickly looked back at each other and began getting their breakfast. Remilda was about to say something to them, but before she could open her mouth to another Daily Prophet was loudly tossed down on the table.

"Is this what your detention was about!?" Rae asked. Her voice wasn't really angry, more frustrated.

"I didn't want to tell you in case they didn't find-"

"So you let yourself get dragged through the mud in the Prophet!?" she said cutting Remilda pointed out.

"I didn't get dragged-"

"Everyone knows it was you who wrote the letter, everyone knows that toad wouldn't have asked me to do anything like this for her." Raelyn said sternly, not caring that her voice was carrying throughout the Great Hall. Slowly people were beginning to turn their attention towards them.

"Alright, I'm sorry I didn't tell you..." Remilda said, her cheeks flushing red and she felt eyes probably from different tables staring at her.

"No more secrets, Remilda."

Remilda and Raelyn both sat in a chair across from Headmistress Debner. Her thin gray hair pulled into a bun, her sunken in eyes looking up at their father. Her mouth hung open like a fish out of water.

"Mr. Potter, did you just encourage your daughters to blab this sensitive issue around to other students!?" she asked sharply, "I don't think you would be foolish enough to do that right in front of me."

"Well I must be foolish then, Headmistress." Jacob Potter replied, "This so called 'sensitive issue' murdered a boy last week. Voldemort has returned and that has a huge effect on how these kids should be learning!"

"Mr. Potter, I know this hits close to home for your family, seeing that your younger brother-"

"My younger brother had nothing to do with this," he said quickly cutting into her sentence, "you called me here to tell me that my girls have been talking about the return of a murderer? Are going to be stupid enough-"

Raelyn and Remilda both glanced at each other, shocked that their father would talk back to Debner.

"- to follow the lead of the Ministry of Magic refusing to make people aware of what's going on?!"

"Mr. Potter, I do not feel it's right for your girls to spreading such hogswash to the other students-"

"Hogswash!? You think Voldemorts return is a bunch of Hogswash?!"

"I think the mindless gossip is hogswash." she snapped back.

"I didn't realize talking about something was a reason to call parents in." Jacob scowled. "If you want to encourage lying and secret keeping, please, be my guest. But in our home we don't keep secrets, and like hell I'll let that happen while they're at school."

Remilda stared at Raelyn for a moment, and then quickly nodded in agreement. No more secrets.

"How's Harry?" Remilda asked, changing the subject off of her.

"Angry," Raelyn huffed as she sat down at the table and began to dish up her breakfast. "I would be too if I were in his position."

"What do you mean?" Remilda asked.

Raelyn sighed heavily, "So a few nights ago, me and him were talking," she paused, "usually we spend an hour or two just talking in the common room...and, well, he's mad he got sent to the...the...Dursley's, that's the name."

"Why is he mad he ended up with them?"

"They treat him like garbage," she replied.

"It's true, back when we were in third year, we went to Surry to break him out-"

"They had put bars on his windows!" Fred finished.

Remilda rose her eyebrows, "They barred his window!? Mom only threatened to that, never did it..."

"Well, Harry doesn't understand why they didn't send him to live with us." Raelyn continued, "He was going to ask Dad this Christmas if he could move in with us while we aren't here."

"Oh..." Remilda thought, "Its that bad with the Dursley's?"

Raelyn nodded, "Guess he feels like his family is getting picked off one by one." she stated.

"I should go talk to him..." Remilda sighed, "I've just been giving him space since he's been so..."

"Crabby?" Raelyn asked, "You shouldn't just jump to that conclusion either." she said as she took a bit of food.

Remilda pressed her eyebrows together, "What do you mean?"

Raelyn shook her head, "You should talk to Harry about it,"