65 Azkaban (1/2)
Everyone was silent, for no one could comprehend a thing. They all stared at the black haired boy with a dumbfounded look.
”Mr. Kingscrown ... you do realize that Azkaban is a prison, right?” Asked Professor McGonagall.
Arth tilted his head sideways.
”Yes, What about it?”
”You do realize that Azkaban is a place where only the worst of criminals reside?”
”Yep.”
”Do you not fear it?”
”Why would I?”
”It is a place were the most heinous criminals are taken so the treatment there is equally horrible.”
”I'm not a criminal so why would I be afraid?” Said Arth with an underlying confidence.
Professor McGonagall, Fudge, And Hagrid dropped their jaws. Dumbledore was starting to curve the end of his lips.
”B-but there are dementors! And they-”
”Yes, they feed upon our happiness and what not, still not a reason to be terrified. It's not like they'll kiss me or anything.”
”Y-Yes... That is true.”
”Plus,” Arth gave an excited smile. ”I always wondered what it would feel like standing next to a dementor. I've heard so many tales about it but never actually experienced it you see.”
Arth reaches out his hands towards Fudge.
”So how about it? You help me see a dementor, and I help you by going to Azkaban. A win win situation.”
Fudge hesitated on wether or not he wanted to take the seemingly mischievous boy to a place full of criminals.
Hagrid interrupted before Fudge could take his hand.
”Yeh don't know what yer going ter go through, Yer never bin their. It's 'orrible, the most god forsaken place in the world.”
”That's exactly why I want to go. When would I get another chance?”
Hagrid went silent.
Dumbledore chuckled.
”I do not know why I was worried about you my boy. I should've expected that you wouldn't have been effected by this little, adventure.”
Dumbledore massaged his temples.
”It seems as though I am getting to old.”
Arth snorted.
”Old is an understatement.”
”Mr. Kingscrown!”
”It's ok Minerva. It is but a harmless joke.”
Arth once more offered Fudge his hand.
”So is that a yes or no?”
Fudge debated on wether or not he should take the boy's hand before shrugging and grasping it enthusiastically.
”Yes.”
Suddenly, Fudge felt himself shiver as he had felt a bad premonition. He started to second guess if he had made the correct decision or not.
Arth grabbed Hagrid's arm and glanced at Fudge with a charming gaze.