Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Do you really think I own this? I've got a bridge I think you'll be interested in then.
Timeframe: Set after Harry's seventh year, he's finally getting some revenge. We'll see Harry Potter vs. several different Ministry officals.
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"Quiet! The case of Harry Potter versus Delores Umbridge is in session."
The room quieted down. The judge looked around at the room. "Defendant Delores Umbridge is accused of forcing Harry Potter into an unwanted binding magical contract that he did not know about, while Harry Potter was still a minor. Defendant, how do you plead?
Delores looked around. "Not Guilty of course. I never forced anyone into a contract. I never even recall attempting to have him enter a contract, knowingly or otherwise."
The judge nodded. "So noted. Attorney for the prosecution, would you like to begin?"
The attorney sitting next to Harry nodded. "For our first witness, we would like to call to the stand Amelia Bones, Head of DMLE."
In the crowd, Amelia startled and got up. "I'm here." She walked up to the witness stand and sat down.
After being sworn to tell the truth, Harry's attorney looked at her. "Madam Bones, can you define for me what a Blood Quill is?"
She nodded. "A Blood Quill is a quill that uses the writers own blood as ink. When signing a contract with a Blood Quill, it becomes a binding magical contract."
At the defense table, an almost imperceptible wince went through Umbridge.
The attorney nodded. "Does one only have to sign with the Quill, or would the whole document have to be written out with it?"
Amelia thought for a moment. "You should only have to sign the document with the quill. If you were to write the whole thing out with a Blood Quill, it would actually change from a binding magical document, to one where your own magic would force the terms of the agreement."
Umbridge flinched again, this time a little more noticeably.
The attorney nodded again. "That will be all from me Madam Bones. The Prosecution has no more questions for this witness."
The judge looked at the Defense table. "Do you have any questions for this witness? Or challenges to the truth of the witness's statements?"
Umbridge's attorney looked at her. "No Your Honor, the Defense does not. What was stated was reasonably well known facts."
The judge nodded. "Madam Bones, you may rejoin the audience now."
Amelia nodded and retook her seat in the audience.
The judge looked at the Prosecution. "Any more witnesses?"
The attorney nodded. "Yes, one or two more. For the next witness, I would like to call Harry Potter to the stand."
The judge lifted an eyebrow, but nodded. Harry stood up from the Prosecution table and sat at the witness stand.
After being sworn in, Harry's own attorney looked at him. "Mr. Potter. Has Delores Umbridge ever had you write anything down with a Blood Quill, even a single word?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, in my fifth year while she was a Ministry appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I had to write approximately several thousands lines as a punishment with a Blood Quill."
Most of the audience gasped. "And what lines did she have you write?"
"I will not tell lies." Harry replied.
"Did she ever make you sign your written lines?"
"Every page."
"So that would mean that you signed several contracts that you wrote in your own blood. Which would force your own magic to follow through with the words that you wrote."
"Yes."
His attorney looked to the judge. "No more questions for this witness, Your Honor."
The judge was pale, but nodded. "Defense? Counter questioning or truth challenges?"
Umbridge's attorney quickly stood up. "Yes Your Honor. Where are the 'contracts' that Harry signed then?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know, but I still have proof that I wrote those lines. The scars of the words are still engraved into the back of my hand." He held his hand up to let the judge see.
"Yes, you do have 'I will not tell lies.' written into your hand." The judge agreed.
"May we have several people attempt to remove any illusions on his hand?" Umbrige's attorney requested.
The judge looked at Harry who nodded. "As long as anyone the Defense chooses is not the last to attempt it. I would not like them to have the temptation to put their own illusion over it."
Both parties agreed, and chose several people to attempt to remove the illusion. The judge also chose several people from Aurors stationed around the room as a neutral group to do so.
"After almost a dozen people try to remove the scar as an illusion, do both parties agree that the scar on the back of Mr. Potter's hand is real?" the judge asked.
Both Defense and Prosecution nodded. Umbridge whispered something into her attorney's ear. "Your Honor, this does allow for the scar, but may we test the validity of the contract claims?"
The judge nodded. "You may, but personal questions will not be allowed. You may ask questions that a normal person would rather lie to. Mr. Potter, you are removed from your oath of truth taken on this stand for a moment, to test the validity of your claim."
The attorney nodded. "Mr. Potter." He looked down at some papers in his hands. "While in school, did you run an illegal club called the DA, or Dumbledore's Army?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, but it was not called Dumbledore's Army, except for occasions where we were trying to make Ms. Umbridge mad. It was commonly referred to as the Defense Association. Dumbledore's Army was something that Minister Fudge called it because he was looking for a reason to get rid of Headmaster Dumbledore."
The attorney nodded. "Alright. Next question. Have you ever cast an Unforgivable Curse?"
Harry looked slightly panicked, but nodded. "Yes, once."
The whole crowd gasped, and even Umbridge looked shocked at his answer.
The attorney ran with it though. "When, where, and on whom Mr. Potter?"
"At the end of my fifth year, in the Department of Mysteries. It was on Bellatrix Lestrange, who had just sent my Godfather Sirius Black through the Veil there."
The attorney nodded. "Alright. Against a known Death Eater. The law excuses for that. But why would she send a fellow Death Eater through the Veil? And what were you doing in the Department of Mysteries anyways?"
Harry grinned. "It's about time I get to say this one. My Godfather, Sirius Black, was not a Death Eater. As for the reason I was there, we were trying to retrieve a prophecy that was about both Voldemort," the crowd shuddered, "and myself. And before you ask, I will not answer what the prophecy was about."
The attorney nodded. "Understood. Your Honor, the Defense accepts that Mr. Potter is under at least a binding magical contract not to lie."
The judge dismissed Harry from the witness stand, and then looked towards the Prosecution. "Prosecution, any more witnesses?"
Harry's attorney stood up. "No your Honor, the Prosecution rests it's case."
The judge looked to the other table. "Defense?"
Umbridge's attorney stood up. "No Your Honor, the Defense has no witnesses to call that would make a difference in this case."
The judge stood up. "Alright then, I will retire and deliberate. Court will re-adjourn in two hours. This court is also under a silencing order. Anything goes to the press, and they will be fined several thousand Galleons."
"Court adjourned for the next two hours." The judge rapped his mallet on the desk.
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2 hours later
"Delores Umbridge. You are found Guilty of forcing a minor into an unknown binding blood contract. You are required to turn over all papers with the contract on them, including ones you may have had other students at the time do. You will serve ten years in Azkaban, with no chance of parole. At the end of ten years, you will go back in front of a court again and if it is decided that your punishment has not equaled the punishment's these illegal contacts has forced on people, you will return again for an to be decided length of time. I also declare all of these contracts written between Delores Umbridge and anyone else by use of a Blood Quill to be null and void.
Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming, and Merlin Bless."
Harry Potter smiled and said, "The sky is made of blue cheese."