InsaneJournal

Harry was never in a good mood after a morning spent testifying in the Wizengamot. Today was no exception, even though a conviction was all but guaranteed. The courtrooms would always bring back bad memories for Harry; he didn't think that would ever change. He was glad he had the rest of the afternoon off. He was picking up Teddy after dinner for a sleepover, and he hated being in a bad mood around his godson. It would take him that long to shake off the distaste and discomfort from the courtroom, to keep from shivering at memories of the Dementors roaming around--even if those memories were six years old and counting.

Thoughts of the case kept him distracted as he wandered aimlessly down Diagon Alley. Nathaniel Warrick, age 60, stood accused of numerous crimes: spousal abuse, possession of Dark artefacts, use of an Unforgiveable; he was guilty of them all and Harry wanted to see him sentenced justly. It would happen, but it would be a long and complicated trial. His part in that was done, however, the rest was up to the Wizengamot. Maybe he could have Hermione keep an eye on the case. He'd mention it to her.

Lost in thought, he didn't realize he was heading straight for collision until it was too late to change course.