A red head man entered the office, glaring at the minister with a great clear distaste
"You called me, minister" said Mr. Weasley
"That's right" said Harry, "can you please close the door?" he asked politely, and Arthur raised his eyebrows surprised by the polite tone of the minister's voice, he pointed his wand at the door and the door closed by itself
"What is it, Minister?" Arthur asked bitterly
"I need your help" said Harry, looking into the frowning man's eyes
"Excuse me?" Arthur raised his eyebrow, what could Harry Potter, The Dark Lord's right hand, and most loyal death eater want from him?
"I need your help, Mr. Weasley, I don't know what happened to me, something weird happened last night, and you are the only one I can trust" said Harry, looking at Arthur's bemused face
"You aren't under the imperius charm or anything of the kind, are you?" asked Arthur, his face was super confused
"What's that?" asked Harry. Now he knew he can ask this question
"What's that?!" Arthur repeated disbelievingly, and then his face changed from confusion to frown again "Stop playing games, minister" said Arthur and turned to get out
"Wait, Mr. Weasley, please, I'm not playing games, I'm not lying, wait, if there is any way to prove that I'm telling the truth, I'm ready, I will do it, but please… you have to help me" said Harry and got up from his chair
"You are a murderer, Potter, a murderer, you can ask your little Death Eaters to help you" said Arthur Weasley, finally losing his temper, but Harry is not going to give up
"I need to find Ron and Hermione, please, can you help me? where are they?" Harry asked again, he was lost, he didn't know what to do
At the mention of his son's name, Arthur Weasley stopped frozen in his place, his hands formed fists and started shivering
"How dare you say his name?" Arthur said slowly and bitterly "don't you remember? Don't you? You killed him, that night four years ago, you killed my son, and dare to ask me to help you find him? He's dead Potter, and you murdered him" now Arthur Weasley was facing Harry, tears falling, dropping to the floor "and it wasn't enough you killed him, you investigated my whole family and almost killed my daughter, and you still ask me for help"
"R-Ron, dead? Me? what? Wait wait… I killed Ron!? My best friend?" Harry was now shocked, he was talking to himself and not to Mr. Weasley, how could that have happened?
"Stop playing it stupid, if you want help, you'll need to take it from someone other than me" Arthur said and left slapping the door behind him, leaving a destroyed Harry Potter staring at his papers