Two Loons Are Better Than One

Chapter 1: A Petty Crime

A large gathering of witches and wizards sat in a large courtroom all staring down at an empty chair, as they awaited the defendant to enter the room. Well most of them waited one man who wore a red graduation cap it looked like, sat in the Judges chair smirked knowingly that the defendant wouldn't arrive. One man stood leaning against the wall at the corner of the room he wore a white colored cloak that hid his face in the shadow of the hood. His eyes scanned the room waiting like the rest of the witches and wizards, though he was here for more personal reasons than to try a kid for underage magic.

"Well this is… unfair" He calmly stated, only to receive a few glares from some of the witches and wizards nearby that heard him. One of them leaned down since he was standing beside the stands, not sitting down like the rest of them.

"What's unfair?" He whispered to the cloaked man, who leaned up a bit too so to not speak too load.

"Changing the trail time on the boy, I mean how's he supposed to get here on time?" As those words left his mouth the door on the other side of the room opened up and a young man slowly entered into the courtroom. He had messy dark brown hair, green eyes, a pair of glasses, red undershirt, a grey windbreaker, jeans and your everyday pair of sneakers. Though his hair covered it mostly, the man could faintly make out a lightning shaped scar on the boys forehead.

"Harry Potter… the boy who lived." The man said, a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips though no one could see it thanks to his hood. The man in the judges seat looked a little nervous to see the boy had arrived on time, the hooded figure knew this was Fudge's plan to try and make the boy be late so that he could automatically be found guilty.

"Welcome Mr. Potter, please take a seat." Fudge said, Potter quickly moved to the seat in the center of the room sitting down quietly. He looked nervous, but of course he had good reason to be his future at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was in danger. The hooded man pulled a large file from under his cloak and opened it to the first Offense committed by Mr. Potter. Lifting a cake with magic and dropping it on a pair of muggles, though for the most part it was dismissed. Next was a more serious offense one that would put him in danger of being expelled though it was around the time Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban. So they dismissed the charge to keep Mr. Potter safe, though Black managed to escape once again after being capture.

"Damn Dementors can't do anything right…" He mumbled before bring up the new charge, the use of magic in front of a muggle though the search that the man did himself showed that it was Harry's own cousin was the witness. So either way this should have been dismissed since it was his own relative he'd already know of the Wizarding World. Closing the file up he glanced up at Fudge who was questioning Potter, though he kept cutting Potter off before he could fully explain himself. This smelled too much like a cover up to the man, though if the reports were true… Fudge had a good reason. Foolish but good.

"Witness for the defense!" An elderly man with a long beard, aged yet wise grey eyes. He wore silverish robes with a matching hat, he looked up at Fudge as he entered the room.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." The old man said, the hooded figure raised an eyebrow to the man. "That's a name in a half" The man thought, before looking to Fudge who seemed unhappy to see Dumbledore.

"I see you've gotten our notice" He said Dumbledore walked around Potter once before turning to look up at Fudge.

"I must have missed it, but by pure luck I arrived at the Ministry 3 hours early. The charges?" He stated calmly, Fudge gave a displeased look before answering his question.

"The charges are the underage use of magic in front of a muggle." He said before Potter finally spoke up seeming determined to get a word in edge wise.

"I was only doing it because of the Dementors!" He said out loud, several members of the court started whispering at this bit of news. Even the hooded man seemed a little taken back by this, then again it was the Patronus Charm why else would someone use it unless to defend themselves. And the law states that in an emergency underage witch/wizards could use magic in the event that their life is in danger… Again this was seeming like a cover up for something much bigger.

"Dementors? That's very clever, muggles can't see Dementors can they boy?" Fudge said, Potter once again opened his mouth to argue but Fudge raised his hand to silence him stating that he's sure Potter had a good story all practiced up. The white hooded man opened the file once again, turning to the next page after the last he read there was an envelope taped to the page. The man released the file but it didn't fall it floated in place so the man could take the envelope off the page. As he opened it up and took a look at it's contents he'd peak up every now and again to see Fudge and Dumbledore arguing here and there about the Dementors, Potter, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, as he finished reading there was someone he didn't notice sitting at the chair. And Potter was now sitting in the stands, watching the lady in his chair.

"Tell me about the two" A witch in the stands nearby the hooded figure, the lady nodded once before clearing her throat to speak.

"Well one was big.. the other skinny." She said, Fudge sighed placing his hand on his forehead in annoyance.

"Not the boys the Dementors" He said, the lady looked flustered for moment before she continued.

"Sorry, there were cloaked… bones… cold.. like all the happiness in the world was gone…" She said seeming slightly to shiver at the memory, indeed that sounded like a Dementor. The hooded man stuck his envelope in the file before closing it and sliding it in his cloak.

"Miss, if I may. After Mr. Potter hid his wand did the world seem.. warmer?" The man asked as he stepped out from beside the stands. Fudge looked to the man, looking slightly nervous the woman turned to look at him before nodding.

"Yes sir, there was even ice on the walls and floor. A small patch beside the larger boy, where it looked like he might of slipped." She stated, the man nodded bowing his head a little.

"Thank you Ma'am. Minister" He turned his attention to Fudge, before reaching his hand into his cloak taking out the file.

"I have a friend in the hospital who's a nurse that took care of Dudley Dursley. He state that Mr. Dursley was delirious, weak and slightly cold. These are all the symptoms of a Dementor attack, and also this charge of using magic in front of Muggle can't hold up Minister because Mr. Dursley already knows of our world. Not too much but he knows of it none of the less…oh and Mr. Potter." The man turned his attention to the boy, who was now looking at him.

"You may be interested in knowing your cousin has already fully recovered, thanks to your actions. The damage was minimal." Potter looked like he hardly cared but nodded to the man, the man looked at Fudge who was now looking at the rest of his peers how were mumbling to each other about the information they had just received, it seemed this last bit of evidence had already swayed them. Fudge glared at the man who was now walking around the stands to the door on the other side where Dumbledore had entered earlier. As he was leaving he could hear the last bit of the charges being dismissed by a majority vote much to a distressed Fudge.

As he walked down the hallway in silence, he heard hasty steps behind him. Stopping he turned to see Dumbledore coming up, the man smiled.

"Hello Albus been awhile" He stated Dumbledore offered his hand smiling back, they shook briefly before releasing each other's hand.

"Hello my friend, I was surprised you spoke at all." Dumbledore said, the man playfully bowed to him.

"My Master asked for my services and I came to please." Stating in a joking tone receiving an old wizards laugh. Before quieting down he looked around the halls making sure no one was around.

"Did you consider my offer? With everything going on and Voldemort's return I'll need your help." He said in a hushed tone, the man nodded once.

"Yes my superiors have given me permission to help you, they know things have changed. And they won't sit by and risk Voldemort raising to power. So you have our support and my help." He said before turning to see Mr. Potter running down the hall toward them. Dumbledore noticed him coming to, and once again shook the man's hand briefly thanking him before walking off in a hurry.

"Professor!" Potter shouted, but the old wizard didn't stop as he reached the elevator. It quickly shut behind him making the boy lose sight of him, the boy stopped right in front of the man slightly out of breath.

"Do you know where he went?" Potter asked as he turned to look at the hooded man, he shook his head before saying.

"He said he had urgent business at Hogwarts." The man lied, Potter took one last look at the elevator sighing.

"Could have at least said hello…" Potter said, he then looked at the man once more only to see a wall. Glancing around the hallway several times the man was completely gone, no sign of his presence anywhere.

"What's going on?..."

The boy said before making his way to the elevator to meet up with Mr. Weasley.