Malfoy, however, wanted Daphne with Harry when he called him out. Malfoy's intent was to challenge Harry to a duel with the winner taking Daphne. What Malfoy hadn't yet made known, or hadn't even thought of, was what did he bargain to lose.
Harry thought it was the latter.
Also learned by way of letter from the Grangers, Monica would be going shopping for the clothing on the Saturday morning. She stated the 'eight hundred pound' was far more than enough, but would use the extra to buy some extra items of clothing.
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On the Saturday morning, a little over two weeks since his heart attack, Dumbledore was prepared for his daily visit from that infernal Bones woman. Each morning since the day he found himself here, she came by to taunt him.
As she walked in the door, he sighed and thought, 'Right on time.'
She walked over to the foot of his bed and stood looking down at him, not saying a word.
Finally, he'd had enough. He knew she wouldn't speak until he did and was sick of her games.
"Get on with it, Madam Bones," he quietly said. "But, I'll save time by telling you I will not readily or willingly tell you what it is you want to know."
"Your willingness is no longer needed," she quietly said.
When he looked to her with surprise she said, "As far as Saint Mungo's is concerned, you're healed. As such, you're being removed from this place and returned to your cell in the DMLE holding cells.
"Holiday's over. Time to get dressed."
Without waiting for him to say anything back, she turned and went to the medi-witches' station. A quick rap of knuckles on the door and she was let within as Robards handed his wand to Moody and walked forward to remove the bed-manacles from Dumbledore's wrists.
As soon as the old man was free of them, Robards said, "Don't move just yet." He backed away and quickly accepted his wand back.
Dumbledore stayed sitting there, propped up while massaging his wrists. He continued to scowl at them all.
Two minutes later, a medi-witch and two burly 'assistants' came out and approached him. The medi-witch was carrying a set of prison robes.
Still scowling, he turned to her and said, "I'll be wearing my own robes, thank you."
"The ones you came in wearing were destroyed when the healers had to strip you to tend to your health," she returned. "It's these or you leave here wearing your hospital prison robes. I care not which."
She then dumped them on the foot of his bed, turned and walked back out again.
The two burly 'gentlemen', the medi-wizard aides, backed away out of reach and just stood and watched him; as did the two Master Aurors and DMLE Master Healer that had come in with Bones, Moody and Robards - Pockridge. All five now stood there, staring at him.
Dumbledore sat there, wondering what to do and being petulant about it, when Pockridge said, "Master Aurors, if he won't get up on his own within the next ten seconds, drag Mister Dumbledore out of his bed and strip him. If he won't dress himself in his given robes, we'll drag him from here to the floo point, naked, if necessary."
Shocked they would do such a thing, it wasn't until Moody and Robards started to move towards him that Dumbledore suddenly flicked his blankets back and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"I'm getting up, already," he snapped.
As both Moody and Robards then stopped moving forward, Dumbledore sighed in relief before he moved to the foot of his bed on his own feet and lifted the prison robes.
Once they were in his hands he turned to look at all five and said, "Would you mind turning about so I may dress?"
"Yes," practically all five returned. None of them turned about.
"Will you not allow me this simple dignity―" he tried.
"Strip him!" snapped Pockridge, cutting him off.
As the aurors, and even the two medi-wizard aides, headed towards him again, he snapped, "Alright! Alright!" And started to remove his hospital robes.
That halted the four again. Pockridge hadn't moved.
"You are a prisoner, Mister Dumbledore," she said. "No member of the DMLE is going to turn their back on you, ever again. Get used to it."
Dumbledore didn't say a word back, as he continued to dress himself.
Two minutes later, he was dressed in the standard vertically-striped black and white prison robes of pants and over-robe over simple grey boxer shorts. He was allowed to keep his hospital white canvas slippers for his feet.
Once dressed, Moody cast a couple of charms over him. Dumbledore recognised and felt a resizing charm, to make the clothing fit; but added two tracking charms. Oce he'd stepped back again Pockridge then stepped forward and cast health monitoring charms on him over those. Then also stepped back, with a nod to the two Master Aurors.
Robards said, "Turn around, Prisoner Dumbledore, and put your hands together behind your back."
Dumbledore sighed as if in disappointment, but did so.
Once he was in position, Robards again handed his wand to Moody and walked forward, drawing the magic-inhibiting 'cuffs from his belt as he did so.
After attaching them, ensuring they were firmly in place and backing away again, he recovered his wand from Moody.
Once he was ready for transport, Pockridge gave one of the medi-wizard aides a nod and the man went to the door of the medi-witches' station and knocked on the door.
Bones was out moments later.
"Any trouble?" she immediately asked.
"None that were not anticipated," said Robards.
She gave a firm nod back and said, "Bring him." Then headed for the main door.
Moody and Robards stepped up either side of Dumbledore and grabbed him by his upper arms, turning him about and guiding him ahead of them as they headed for the door.
Bones exited first, followed by Moody and Robards with their prisoner between them, then Pockridge.
Moments after Pockridge stepped out the door there was a major flash of light that blinded them all and very loud bang that deafened them all. A half a second later, there were multiple flashes of red.
Bones, Moody, Robards and Pockridge were all down, as were the two aides.
Also blinded by the flash and deafened from the explosion, Dumbledore could only stop right where he was. He feared moving forward and tripping over something. If he did, with his hands behind his back, if he fell forward he wouldn't be able to catch himself before he smashed his face into the floor, or whatever. A moment later, he felt the sensation of something pulled over his head and down to his elbows before his own world went black.
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