Wizengamot

The first time I laid eyes on him again, his hair had yellowed and a streak of purple and yellow splotched over one cheekbone speaking to the reports of riots and vengeful violence, after the successful movement to destroy the majority of dementors, leaving Azkaban guarded by wizards. Just over two years ago I'm sure this sight would have gave me a sense of satisfaction, but war has a way of making you grow, change, and dare I say... mature. I no longer saw my school-boy nemesis but instead a broken man who had been forced into choices he should have never been made to do as a youth and young adult.

I listened to his forced confession after the administration of veritaserum, noticing that he was told to state his crimes and victims identities in chronological order, and not provided the opportunity to speak about the circumstances of any of these crimes. I wondered what my list would sound like should I been forced into such an admission and grimaced further at the thought. His list was more extensive than I had assumed, but with a look at his down cast, sickened face my resolution became more solid in my mind.

As the wizengamot were starting to bring the court to close before the final conviction, I stepped forward.

"May I ask a few questions?" I saw many wizengamot faces twist into cruel smiles or surprise, but the person I was focused on whipped his head around with fear in his eyes before he averted his eyes back to the floor.

There was hushed whispers and then it fell quiet as the Wizengamot Speaker stood "The court recognizes Harry James Potter, Defeater of the Darkest Wizard of Our Time, you have the floor Mr. Potter."

I nodded and then turned to fully face the man to my side. "During your crimes, did you ever of free will and full intention harm or kill another being?" It felt as though the whole room held their breath. There was a quiet indistinguishable mumble. "I'm sorry, could you speak up, please?"

"Yes, I did" he said louder his eyes raising to meet mine for less than a second. It was not the answer I had hoped for but I remembered a few names from his list that gave me hope.

"Thank you, and what were these crimes, the victims, and the circumstances?" At this question I could hear many shift in their seats, perhaps my true intent was becoming clear.

"I knowingly and willingly cast crucio on Yaxley because he had tortured my mother, for his enjoyment. I imperiused my father into eating, sleeping, and bathing during a mental break he went through after the loss of his wand. I also targeted various illegal curses at Dolhov, including an unsuccessful crucio when-" the man became red and made a choking noise, making me worry, before the words he'd apparently been fighting, shot out "whenhetriedto *gasp* rrrr-rapeme" the whole of the Wizengamot intook air sharply at this.

"Those were the only times?" I asked softly after a pregnant pause.

"Yesss" he said through a choked sob. I nodded my point made but I had to make sure to seal his fate.

"Just one more question, did you ever intentionally assist my efforts to thwart and vanquish Tom Marvolo Riddle?"

He took deep gulping breaths for a moment before nearly yelling out "yes" his body seemed to crumple inward at this, as his hands, fisted around the metal bar in front of him, and supported his weight. A line of wet tears flowed down each cheek and dripped on to the stone floor as his body shook silently. I turned away from the dispay of emotion to face the Wizengamot.

"I thank you for the opportunity to speak." I turned and stepped back up to my seat in the stands. A familiar hand wrapped around mine tightly for a few heartbeats before drawing back as the Wizengamot fell silent again.

"Based on the information provided by Draco Lucius Malfoy, the Wizengamot find him guilty of acts of henious and unlawful crimes-" suddenly a cry tore through my throat echoing Malfoy's own, the speaker continued, ignoring the outbursts "but given the mindset during these crimes we sentence him to three years in Azkaban-" Malfoy's sobs finaly rang throught the chamber as he collapsed to his knees "with 5 years of subsequent probation or an upstanding citizen can petition to be responsible for and house Mister Malfoy for the duration of eight years, with a one year house arrest, and an oath to finish his education."

Before the Speaker was done I was on my feet and as soon as he finished I cried out before any consideration "I petition to be Daco Malfoy's warden for the next eight years." A hand was gripping my arm, tugging, as a voice made strangled noises and murmured below what I was capable of hearing at my side, during my plea but I didn't let my attention stray and other than this the chamber once again fell earily silent. I saw looks of everything from shock to hatred targeted at me. Malfoy still shook slightly and tears ran down his face as he stared at me, mouth gaped.

Noise flurried after seconds and then a gavel struck, calling silence before the Chief Warlock, Arthur Weasley, spoke for the first time, "Request granted."

A/N:The contents of my story are based on the works of JK Rowlings, no copyright infringement is intended, her works belong to her, my ideas belong to me.

Please forgive grammatical errors, I'm not great with those. I'm newly returned to writing because this plot has been weighing on me for months and I've started to not enjoy reading other plots because this one was harassing me. It's been 6 years, I don't even remember my old login info or username so am starting fresh. Let me know I'm not bloody terrible, if you would.