A/N This is my first fanfiction story so sorry if it starts off a little slow I promise it will get better as the story progresses. But anyway I'm going clarify on some things that seems to confuse readers of other Harry Potter stories. Oh! An sorry for any grammar problems:)
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter and rights all reserved to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 1: The Wizengamot Hearing
The witches and wizards of the Wizengamot fell silent as the doors of dungeon came open with a bang. A dark quietness fell around court as in came two Azkaban guards escorting a small witch bound in chains. The guards pulled the witch to a chair in the middle of the room and then clamped her wrist as she sat down. The guards left the dungeon with the doors slamming shut behind them.
The eyes of the Wizengamot gazed down at the woman bounded in the chair. Each and everyone of them stared at her with no remorse.
A wizard to Harry's right whispered something to the witch beside him, "Funny how three weeks on the run she stills resembles a toad even with her iron grey hair and black bow."
Harry smirked at the wizards statement. He was right she always reminded him as a evil toad.
The British Minister of Magic rose from the bench. Pointing at his throat he murmured, "Sonorus". An with a flick of his wand a piece of parchment appeared in his hands.
He cleared his throat before directing his question to the bounded witch. "You are Doloros Jane Umbridge are you not? Daughter to Orford Umbridge and Ellen Cracknell?" the minister asked.
The witch gave nothing but a tiny nod of the head. Refusing to say anything.
"Your blood status is Half-blood, but your school house was Slytherin right?" the minister continued.
Umbridge gave yet another nod. She was still refusing to talk, but she shuddered when called a Half-blood.
"Ok! Not that it matters, but." the minister murmured.
The minister glanced down at the parchment before asking, "And you formerly held the positions of Senior Undersecretary to the Minister, Head of The Improper Use of Magic, Head of Muggle-born Regristration Commission, Headmistress of Hoqwarts, High Inquisitor, Professor of the Defense against the Dark Arts, and founder of the Inquistor Squad correct?"
Umbridge puffed her chest out proudly before boastfully asking, "Yes Minister! I once held all of those titles."
But Umbridge's pride was deflated when the minister asked, "An during the war you aided the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort did you not?"
Harry smirked at the look of complete innocents Umbridge was giving.
"But Kingsley, had I known that Pius Thicknesse was under the Imperius curse I would've never committed such crimes," she retorted, "I thought I was just doing what our side wanted."
"And which side was that?" slyly asked Kingsley.
Snickers from the Wizengamot echoed around the dungeon walls. Harry gave another smirk while Kingsley even hinted signs of a smile. Umbridge just glared daggers at the Wizengamot.
The Minister gave yet another flick of his wand and a new piece of parchment along with a wand appeared in his hands.
"Three weeks ago Aurors Potter and Doge captured you and confiscated this wand."
Umbridge turned in her seat to glance up the benches at Harry.
Harry gave a tiny wave that was curtly responded with a snarl from the frail witch.
"This 8' wand made out of birchwood with a dragon heartsting core that was manufactured by Garrick Ollivander is yours?" continued Kingsley.
Umbridge gave a curt nod.
"Well I believe it is time for the Wizengamot to vote on her judgement," said Kingsley, "Those in favor of imprisoning Madam Umbridge on criminal charges against Muggle-borns please raise your right hand."
Harry held his breath as he raised his right hand, the same hand that had been sliced open from Umbridge's black quill. The faded words I must not tell lies were still visible on his hand. Harry hoped that enough people found Umbridge guilty.
But there was no need to worry. Every member of the Wizengamot raised their right hand. The Wizengamot began to cheer at its decesion.
And a already distraught witch, Umbridge begin to sob.
"The Wizengamot sentences you nine months of imprisonment, seven of which shall be at Nurmengard and the finally two at Azkaban when it has been cleansed of the Dementors." Kingsley told her.
The doors of the opened as the two guards walked in. They unclamped Umbridge from the chair and inserted the chains on her wrist. She began to put up a fight and ended of kicking a guard in the groin during her flailing. The guard was quickly replaced with another who cast a silencio charm at Umbridge to stop her shrieking and stupefied her to stop her flailing.
As the dungeon doors slammed behind them the Wizengamot begin to slow file out of the courtroom. The only two not bothering to leave were Daily Prophet reporter Rita Skeeter and court scribe Mafalda Hopkirk who was gathering up her notes while Rita anxiously tried to snatch a copy of the court notes.
Harry awaited Kingsley beside the dungeon doors outside the courtroom. As the witches and wizards of the Wizengamot shuffled out the doors each called a greeting out to Harry. Harry responded with a smile and wave. Finally when Kingsley came out trailed by Rita and Mafalda, Harry approached him.
As Harry neared he realized that Kingsley and Rita were in a argument.
"No Rita! I can't gave you a copy of the court notes until their official," said Kingsley, "I'll have Mafalda send a copy over to the prophet as soon as they've undergone a analysis."
"But Shacklebolt-"
"No Rita I also can't let you into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's criminal records unless you get permission from you know who."
Kingsley sighted Harry approaching and turned to the witches, "your have to excuse me I have an appointment with ." He said to them.
"Mafalda would you be so kind to bring Rita up to the Auditorium, I think she shall be less of a hazard there. An when your done have your notes sent to the analyses. An when their done reviewing, send a copy to the Auror Office and The Office of The Improper Use of Magic," said Kingsley, "Oh! An the Daily Prophet too I guess," he added after glancing at Rita.
As the two witches begin leave, Harry and the Minister walked down the corridor toward the nearest lift and in doing so walked right past the door to the Department of Mysteries. He did a double take as they pasted them and noticed that there were two guards on either side of the door.
When he got into the lift Harry voiced his question to Kingsley,"The Ministry isn't taking any chances with the Department of Mysteries are they?" he asked.
"No Harry!" Kingsley replied, "Only the Unspeakables are allowed in it and those with the strictest permission from the Office of the Advisor to the Minister of Magic may enter."
The lift came to a stop, "Level One Offices of the Minister of Magic." said a female voice coolly.
Harry and the Minister departed from the lift and headed toward Kingsley's personal office. As the entered Kingsley cast the Muffliato charm on the door to keep people from eavesdropping.
Kingsley sat down in his chair and gestured Harry to also do the same, but there seemed to be no other chairs.
"Oh! My bad Harry, I forgot that my office is under going some changes."
An with a swift flick of his wand he conjured up a chair. Harry sat down in it.
"Would you like Butterbeer or Firewisky?" Kingsley asked.
Harry asked for Firewisky. An with another flick of his wand Kingsley produced two bottles of Firewisky.
They both drank in silent before Kingsley cut to the importance of the Meeting, "Potter over the last twenty years since the downfall of Lord Voldemort your work for the Ministry has been nothing short of spectacular."
Harry nodded not sure where the minister was going.
"Futhermore with the threat of the last war starting to cool down the Ministry has decided that it might be time to promote to Head Auror."
Harry couldn't believe it. The Ministry wanted to give him the top position in the Auror Office. Harry thought about all that he have accomplished for the Ministry since joining up after the war, but there was only one problem.
"Wait what about Doge isn't he still the Head?" Harry asked.
Kingsley shook his head, "No Elphias has agreed to step down as the Head and give it to you, Harry."
"WAIT ELPHIAS DOGE JUST STEPPED DOWN FROM HEAD AUROR JUST TO GIVE HEADSHIP TO ME? OR DID THE MINISTRY FORCE HIM TO RETIRE?" asked Harry loudly.
"No Harry! Elphias had full say in his decision," Kingsley told him, " has agreed to accept the position as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and says the burden of Head Auror would be to heavy for him to carry. He requested that you [Harry Potter] be given the job."
"I'll shall give you seventy-four hours to decide Harry."
Harry was saved from a reply when a loud, rapping knock came upon the Minister's door and without a second thought the person behind it burst in.
Sorry this might be a little short but an update is coming soon. Please review and if you have in questions feel free to ask. Critics post nicely. Oh! An don't forget to put what House Albus should be put in all options open. Thanks For taking the Time to read:)