Disclaimer: Mrs. J.K. Rolling is an English female. I am an American male... I obviously don't own Harry Potter...
Warning(s): Slash, OC's, dry humour, Dumbledore Bashing, Good Magical Petunia, Vernon Bashing, Good Magical Dudley, Seer Luna, Rune worker Harry, Powerful Magic Ron, Powerful Magic Hermione, Earth Element Neville, and exceptionally cute Justin Finch-Fletchly, Cunning Slytherins (with exception for all Slytherins but Blaise, Daphne, Tracey, Snape, and Goyle), Stupid Crabbe, Studious Draco. Mentions of Mental Trauma and Near Rape through enchantment inside. Read With Caution. In Hallow We Trust!
And Now the Sequel to Making Them All Pay:
A Warder's Summer: The Summer Before Fourth Year (UNEDITED)
June 23rd found Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna, Justin, Blaise, Theo and Oliver at an all wizard beach in Italy, near Vendicari. The group of friends, and two people who are extremely awkward around each other and were attempting to stay as far away as the extremely friendly group allowed, walked along the ocean front. Oblivious to the more annoying, that is to say draconian, and mostly muggleborn families who left directly after seeing the dual male couples kissing while scoffing at the straight couples and the obviously single boy who they assumed was homosexual. That he was skinny and pale, instead of tan like most of his friends, led the less intelligent people to believe he was a vampire.
"Stupid poofs," Harry heard a tall blonde man with blue-green eyes say, "ruining everything, now even the beaches. What happens next? Marriage?" That Harry had heard it, instead of his more overt friends, was less of a blessing than one might think. He felt his magic react accordingly, lighting the sky with quick angry dark clouds. Feeling his magics angry ranting through the clouds Harry quickly pulled it back within himself, tying it quickly even as his glamour which prevented his Metamorphmagics from being seen fell down around him. It revealed a dark red hue to his hair and nearly blood red eyes as his anger played on his Metamorphmagus ability. Looking at the man with a glare worthy of Severus Snape he quickly huffed and turned around, earning amused looks from his eight friends.
Blaise smiled at them and simply said, "Don't worry, a guy like that won't live long in the wizarding world. I'm rather sure you noticed all of them were muggleborn, the smarter muggleborns are still here of course," Blaise swept his hand across the coast, motioning to the muggleborns there. The obviously muggleborn were many in number, fifty or sixty of them, wearing muggle bathing suits and happily laughing and smiling along, "See, nothing to worry about."
Hermione smiled and stated, "if they had seen who you were they'd be on their knees anyway." She giggled, "I don't think anyone would have turned you down even if you didn't ask." That reduced the group, with exception of Harry, to fits of laughter as the sky cleared up, "but on the other hand," Hermione said in between her ragged bids for breath, "with your temper he wouldn't have made it to the knee's portion." She smiled, "More Quibbler time for you when we get back." Starting the laughter back up as the group of nine headed towards the water.
"Does this mean that everyone will be measured by my Mage-Scope?" Harry asked the bushy haired brunette fourteen year old, "and that no one can complain about it? I'm sure your scores have gone up, after all you are making Ron activate a runic array once a day right?"
"Only if the want to be measured," Hermione started answering the flurry of questions, "If they want to be they can't complain out loud, Ron is activating one a day as I've taught him the levitation array. He has even enchanted a pair of gloves to use the levitation charm on anything he points at."
"That's pretty good, Hermione," Blaise Zabini commented, "But not as good as what Justin does, though he is in the class."
"Why do I get the feeling that they're comparing dog breeds?" Theo asked Harry dryly.
"Not quite sure why, not sure at all. In fact I'm so unsure I'm clueless," Harry answered the boy in a pleasantly sarcastic way, causing Theo, Oliver, and Neville to snort.
"I don't get it," Luna said with a bright smile, "But Neville will explain later," she ended, causing Theo to mouth 'whipped' to the other two. "He could whip you if that's what you mean, Theo," Luna's voice came cheerfully, somehow she had gotten behind Theo.
"HOLY BOLLOCKS!" Theo screamed in terror, "Warn someone next time will you?"
Hours after they started the nine teens soon departed, grabbing a sock in which was truly a port-key created by Petunia Evans.
"Oh Harry, you guys are just in time," Petunia said as they ported in, thankful for the woman's ability to recreate the port-key in a way that made it non-vomit inducing, "We were just about to barbecue werewolf."
Harry and his friends quickly looked around and saw Remus Lupin tied to a spit with an apple in his mouth. The ropes, which were truly chains, were reinforced with strengthening runes to stop escape, "What did he do?" Harry dared to ask his bloodthirsty aunt and apparently cousin, Harry noted as Dudley walked out of the house with Barbecue Sauce.
"He dared to say that Albus Dumbledore didn't deserve to be obliterated in the most painful way possible," Petunia said with a smiled, "As everyone knows that name is off-limits in this house, and saying that person doesn't deserve painful obliteration... Well he isn't human so we decided barbecuing was the best punishment."
"Question," Hermione quickly said, "Why did you have magical chains already made out?"
Petunia looked at the chains in question, looked back at Hermione, and looked back at the chains before answering with, "It just seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Okay," Hermione said, "My curiosity is sated. You may proceed with the... Where is Sirius?"
"On the roof, howling over how his best friend is a traitor to the cause or something," Dudley answered, pointing at the shape of a dog, over forty feet up.
"I think he's going to jump," Neville said, "In fact I think he is jumping."
"Really?" Petunia asked, looking upward. "Oh indeed he is, look at that." They heard a crack as Remus broke his chains and rushed towards the now falling man. Jumping up twenty feet and catching the man in his arms and landing upon his feet as though the jump wasn't enough to break a normal humans legs.
Remus sighed, "Sirius, you aren't allowed to nearly die. I thought I told you that already."
"Yeah, you did," the obsidian eyed man agreed, "but that was before you decided to rile up Petunia. I knew you wouldn't break yourself free unless I was in danger so I decided to attempt suicide." He turned to the seething Petunia, "You owe me ten galleons, by the way. I told you he wouldn't allow me to die."
"Fine," The irate woman handed over a jangling bag of gold coins, "but I will win my next bet." Her vow caused everyone but Dudley to laugh.
"So I guess this means no skewered werewolf... I'll put back the barbecue sauce then," Dudley said as he started walking back inside. He is amused chuckles were heard until he walked out of range of everyone but Remus. His face blanched as he heard something none of the others had. Covering his bits with his hands he grabbed Sirius and used him as a shield.
"I don't think he'd really do it," Luna said to the now cowering man, "You've proven your loyalty to Sirius at least. Until you've done something against them I think you are safe from having your bits skewered on a spit and roasted."
Harry found himself, later than night, to still be cringing in sympathy pains from what Dudley had wanted to do to Lupin. The werewolf, who had little remaining faith in Albus Dumbledore after that night, would forever remain terrified of Dudders in Harry's humble opinion. There are, after all, few wizards and witches whose magical might could stand up to the Evans, and by extension Harry. Harry's magical rank of Enchanter was hard won and matched by very few other people that Harry had come in contact with, but the next day would bring Albus Dumbledore's trial, and the magical rank of the 'most powerful wizard in Britain'.
Harry smiled at his good fortune to be at the trial, and able to bring his Mage-Scope after having been given permission by Amelia Bones. He had also been given permission to write an article with his findings, which he'd later force his company The Daily Prophet to print, telling everyone of the dangers of inbreeding versus power output. Indeed Hermione being a High Sorceress, and very nearly a Low Enchantress, would be a high point of the article. Ronald was already a Sorcerer after being forced to work with runes and enchantment by Hermione, and Luna was making her way to Low Sorceress with quick speed after being given a ring focus. The only problem was Neville. He was apparently part creature as well and his score was rather higher than expected, even by his friends who knew he had the power. Sorcerer ranked Neville Longbottom was more powerful than anyone would expect, but it was to be expected after they learned he was forcing his father's wand to work for him. That expended high amounts of magical energy. Neville was only outshone in his celebration by his grandmother, who knew magical rank meant a lot in the wizarding world and its politics.
Lucius Malfoy claimed a magical rank of High Sorcerer, as did most of the Wizengamot. They would either be revealed as part-creatures, or liars this time tomorrow.
"Order!" Amelia Bones, High Enchantress ranked witch, called, "I will have order in the court!" It was a deep chamber of the court, the time was eleven in the morning, July 24th. As the chamber quieted, politicking done as the Head of the DMLE that everyone knew and feared summoned unto her an aura of power that none had seen upon her except in the field years afore, when she was an auror herself. "That is better, scribe please check your quill, is it operating properly."
"Yes Madam Bones, it is operating at full functionality," The quite frightened scribe whimpered out. She had had to deal with Madam Bones's anger at Lucius Malfoy's attempts to commandeer the trial. She had also witnessed Lucius Malfoy back down from Madam Bones's proposed duel to see who got to do the trial.
"Good, Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wizengamot. The Accused, Albus Dumbledore, stands a plea of 'not guilty' to the charges of: Line Theft, Attempted Murder, Abuse, Neglect, False imprisonment, Endangering the lives of Children, and stealing the Philosopher's Stone. He stands in defence of himself as is his right to wave the attorney. It is also within the courts right to use Veritiserum in cases with six or more charges against the accused. Bailiff, please administer the Veritiserum," Amelia Bones, applauding herself in her mind, intoned and commanded. Her presence flooding the courtroom with calm, allowing cooler minds to prevail.
"Testing the Veritiserum," Amelia said, "What is your name and date of Birth?"
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, June 21st 1881," Dumbledore replied in a flat, emotionless tone.
"What is your blood-status?" Amelia Bones asked, knowing he wouldn't readily reveal he wasn't pure-blood in a courtroom full of pure-blood supremacists.
"Half-Blood," he said plainly.
"It's working," Amelia said, "Let the questioning begin. Prosecution you are up. Defence, do you have the questions he prepared?"
"Your honour," a smarmy man in red robes, "he wasn't prepared to testify under Veritiserum potion. Surely you can see what a big disadvantage we are at." He attempted to plea under the powerful woman who controlled the room.
"It is no concern of mine whether you were prepared or not. It is always a possibility to be questioned under Veritiserum with six or more charges, you should have known this. Prosecution, start," Amelia Bones waved the prosecutor up.
"Albus Dumbledore, did you knowingly imprison Sirius Black under false pretences?" The prosecutor, a young blonde witch with green eyes asked the wrinkled former-headmaster.
"Yes."
"Why did you?" The prosecutor asked, drawing to her full height.
"Objection, leading the defendant," The smarmy red-robed wizard proclaimed.
"Overruled, answer the question Dumbledore," Amelia intoned.
"To make sure Harry Potter went to his Aunt and Uncle in Surrey."
"Why was that so important?" The prosecutor ventured.
"So that Harry Potter would be easy to manipulate. I knew Vernon Dursley wouldn't allow anything good to happen to a wizard in his care," Dumbledore answered without emotion.
"Obj-"
"Overruled, she's done nothing against the law or rules yet," Amelia said, interrupting the slimy red robed wizard.
"Thank you your honour, now Mr. Dumbledore. Did you or did you not attempt to access and use the vaults of Harry James Potter, constituting Line Theft by reason of stolen family spells and grimiore's?" The prosecutor went in, leading to a quick kill of Dumbledore's character.
"Yes."
"Did you succeed?"
"No."
"Why?"
"The Goblins stopped me from entering the vault. The then escorted me from Gringotts, and told me to find some other bank to hold my gold in. There isn't another bank to hold my gold in."
"I asked some Goblins in here today. They are witnesses to that day." The prosecutor swept her hand towards the door, causing it to open. Two Goblin tellers and Three Warriors stood in the doorway, their proud visage standing tall.
"Objection, Goblins hold no legal rights in the Wizengamot," The Red-Robed defence wizard said.
"Mr. Doge. You are incorrect. According to Wizengamot charter, any being capable of using magical arts has a place within the Wizengamot. Do you want to renege the charter now?" Amelia thundered, "As I can assure you, Goblins are capable of magic stronger than you or I are."
The weak willed defence wizard quailed before the great and wondrous might of the DMLE head, wondering what might happen to him after this was over. He knew that if Amelia Bones asked for a duel he wouldn't win, and he most definitely wouldn't be able to show his face anywhere if he said no. "No your Honour."
"Please speak, Great Teller Griphook. Goblin Teller Gornuk," Amelia said with a fond smile, "Please tell us of what has occurred at your bank, since Albus Dumbledore last did business there."
"It was twelve years ago," Gornuk started, "that Albus Dumbledore dared to pull his wand within the sanctuary of Gringotts." A gasp was heard around the room. Drawing a wand in Gringotts was in direct violation of the treaty of 1602 where the Goblins would gain the gold to guard as long as no war was re-established by either party. Wizards wouldn't draw a wand upon Goblin ground and Goblins wouldn't destroy wizard kind through enchantment and weaponry, "In case you don't realise it yet, he is lucky to be alive. Twelve years ago, Albus Dumbledore was repelled against entrance to the Potter family account, The Gryffindor Vault, the Slytherin Vault and the Peverell family account. The Gryffindor and Slytherin Vaults will default to Hogwarts when the last heirs are dead. The Potter and Peverell accounts were set up to be bequeathed to the creation of a new Alley and magical research respectively when the last heir was dead. That being said, Albus Dumbledore wanted to drain the accounts and place them into the Hogwarts Charity fund which allows those who can't pay to go to Hogwarts. This would, of course, leave young Mr. Potter penniless." Everyone in the courtroom gasped, the Saviour of the World would have been stolen from. "Mr. Dumbledore was known to have attempted the same thing with other orphans, we know this as we Goblins are under magical oath to never allow a theft to occur if we can realistically stop it. No one wanted to risk their lives for a bit of spare change and thus reported the man. The report was 'magically' misplaced by the ministry every time we submitted it." Another gasp resounded, as well as a few blanched faces and guilty looks. Amelia quickly used her dictation quill to quickly quote who it was that looked guilty. Waving the Goblin to continue, Gornuk did. "Albus Dumbledore finally crossed the line the night of November 5th in 1981, the day after he had dropped Harry Potter. He asked to see the Potter accountant, as he was Potter's Magical guardian. We informed him he wasn't, as Sirius Black hadn't gone to trial he was still legally Potter's Guardian. He then informed us that he, as chief warlock and headmaster of Hogwarts he would be taking over. As the accountant wanted the man's motives he played along." This was met with scoffs at the thought of a Goblin playing along to help a wizard. "It was eventually found that Albus Dumbledore was planning to drain the young man's accounts, all of them. He also said it was for, and I quote, 'The greater good that Harry Potter grow up poor and unhealthy'. We at Gringotts believed he wouldn't take it so far when we repelled him from the doors, but once more reported it to the ministry. We used a curse-breaker to do so this time as previously the wizards were less than accommodating. It was ignored, obviously."
"Thank you Goblin Gornuk. Is that all?" Amelia asked the Goblin Teller.
"Yes Madam Bones. Thank you," Gornuk said with a creepy Goblin smirk, "May your gold flow and the blood of your enemies hit the floor."
"May your treasure never cease and your line uphold your honour," the department head replied easily to the Goblin, who once more smirked at the familiar dismissal as he walked out the room, a warrior watching his back for spells attacking the Goblin Teller, "Griphook, would you like to add anything at all?"
"Yes your Honour. The man in question is also believed by the Goblins to be guilty of more than thirty separate accounts of Line Theft and several hundred of Child Endangerment as he moved a philosopher's stone to an undisclosed location within his school years ago. He had to send his half-giant Hagrid to get it as we wouldn't allow Dumbledore within the bank. He used this as a trap for dark wizards, and as you know dark wizards are dangerous to anyone."
"Agreed. These charges are added, how many students are within Hogwarts currently."
"1,345 students that are under-age your honour, but 1,500 in total," replied the prosecutor, who had wanted to bring up the number of students he had possibly endangered.
"Thank you. Defence, step forward and cross examine."
"Yes your honour, thank you," Mr. Doge stated with a whisper of fear coating his voice, "Mr. Dumbledore, did you do everything for the good of the students?"
"No."
Doge started sweating. It was the first time in his history that a client he represented didn't believe he had done everything he could. "Did you do anything for the good of the students?"
"Only the half-bloods and pure-bloods."
The assembled Wizengamot gasped. They hadn't expected this of all things from the 'leader of the light'.
Doge sweated more, "no further questions."
"We will now vote upon a verdict. Those who find him guilty please raise your wand." The number 210 flashed into the air, only fifteen found the defendant innocent.
"Innocent?" as she thought, fifteen people raised their wands, they did so sheepishly as well.
"You are sentenced to life in Azkaban Prison. May the Dementor's have mercy, because we will not," Amelia intoned, shackles springing to life upon the defendant, "Bailiff take him away." After the man was removed and placed with two Dementor's who were waiting to be called Amelia said, "Harry Potter. Did you receive adequate findings. Do you have any other charges to level?"
"Yes, Madam Bones," called the voice of someone they hadn't expected to see there, standing with two unknown people, "To Lucius Malfoy, I level the charge of falsifying your magical rank. You are a Sorcerer, not a High Sorcerer. The fine is one hundred galleons. To Elphais Doge, you are ranked at High Sorcerer, you are listed as Enchanter. One hundred Galleons please. Augusta Longbottom. Your rank has risen past Enchantress. You should get retested, and good job. Amelia Bones, you have risen past Low Enchantress. Get retested. That is all."
"HOW DARE YOU!" An outraged member of the Wizengamot said, "You can't just declare peoples ranks willy nilly."
"Yes, I can. It's listed in the laws that if I have definitive proof that you have falsified your rank, I can level charges as I have a seat on the Wizengamot by magical right as well as blood," Harry smirked, "Do you want to play, or shall we duel."
"I'll duel you," Lucius Malfoy said, "and then when I win you will reveal to everyone that you are weaker than me and fork over the Potter family fortune."
"When I win, you will renounce your title and give it to my aunt, High Enchantress Evans," Harry said with a smirk.
"Agreed."
Harry smirked and activated his enchantments, "Go on ahead pretty boy."
"AVEDA KEDAVRA." The green light soared at the smirking boy before being redirected. The light went around in a circle, eventually hitting the blonde man in the chest. After losing so much power being redirected, the spell rendered him unconscious.
"I win, and if it hadn't been a duel it would have been a one way to Azkaban," Harry said with a smile."
Meanwhile a beetle would forever remember her luck at getting the scoop, 'Boy-Who-Lived-LIves-Again'."
Okay so maybe Malfoy was too proud, but in second year canon he nearly cursed Harry for freeing his House-elf. Losing him political power would be worse than that, right?
