Harry Potter - Harry, Hermoine & Ron
“I don’t know if we should be meddling in human politics...” admitted Harry in a hushed voice. Silence befell the large echoing corridor for endless seconds. “Bit bloody late,” huffed Ron, waving his arms at their circumstances. “When have I been wrong?” Asked Hermione; her withering looks were always bad but now, compounded by being a wife and mother, they were near fatal. Harry looked from Hermoine to Ron, who was cringing dramatically from a safe distance. “You’re sure?” Harry asked. “I’m certain,” she insisted with a tone of patronising reassurance, “The British Government is cursed. We have to intervene.”