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NOTES:

EDIT 1: This chapter was revised on 13th August 2016.

EDIT 2: This chapter was revised on 12th May 2017.

Dumbles isn't exactly good. Maybe not super bad, but not good.

~.O.~

§I really like the sweets they have here,§ said Harry as he stuffed yet another Chocolate Frog in his mouth. They had become a sort of guilty pleasure.

Loki's green eyes rolled. §Of course you do. You're a child and children think sweets rule the world.§

§What does me being a child have to do with me liking sweets?§

§Everything. I do not like sweets. I never have and I never will.§

§But with the way you're talking, you make it seem as if all children like sweets, which means you must have liked them at some point in your life,§ Harry pointed out, sending Loki a look.

§Why are you arguing with me? Just admit that I am correct and you do not know what you are speaking of.§

§Never. Your experiences cannot speak for everyone else, Loki.§

Harry had already started his collection of Wizards Cards. The amount of Chocolate Frogs he had already purchased... well, there were a lot of them. Besides that, he spent his days doing lessons with Tom. And Tom had learned that the best way to reward him for doing well was to give him a Chocolate Frog, which ended up being very beneficial on both of their ends.

Tom was an arse, plain and simple. He made Harry do homework and extra assignments. And then he'd make the poor boy scour Diagon Alley for certain objects to learn from. In the Apothecary's shop, Harry had to learn to identify potions and ingredients. A lot of which he noticed were used in cooking, which meant he knew their qualities well enough. So maybe his aunt's insistence upon him getting familiar with the garden and the cooking actually helped him out for once in his life. Potions was actually relatively easy to remember. It was like cooking, but with the risk of blowing up in your face. Though sometimes cooking had that risk too.

Charms were among his favourites, just because they were easy to do in his opinion. Defence came after that, and then Potions. The three sort of battled it out for the spot of being his favourite. He did not like doing homework in the summer, but in reality, he was just reintroduced to a new world and needed to learn as fast as possible so that he didn't remain behind the other students who had no doubt resided int he magical community their whole lives. Tom was helping him as best as he could, pointing him to the correct books and sources. And his magic could be used because Diagon Alley was always bustling with magical individuals and the Ministry could not detect him with others who were lurking around.

During his lessons, Tom was also working to better himself. Just because he was a Horcrux piece didn't mean he was allowed to be idle, or so he explained. So Tom decided to learn more wandless magic in his snake form. He didn't want another incident like the muggle zoo handlers to happen again. One time was far too plenty and too much of a dampener on his ego. Harry had gotten a good giggle out of the situation until Tom hanged him upside down and tickled him with a feather for several minutes.

On Harry's birthday, he received a letter from Gringotts. His request for a trial for his godfather was granted, though it wasn't like they could deny him anyway. It was his right as an Heir to an Ancient and Noble House. The trial was to be held on the fifth of August at two p.m., and Harry was to meet Head Goblin Ragnok in Gringotts an hour before then, to be escorted with the chosen solicitor to the trial.

Harry was glad that was able to dress like a boy. The next time the Head Goblin saw him, he wouldn't be wearing a dress and would actually look like a person and not a rag! It was great! To be a boy, in every sense of the word, was grand. Harry didn't have to wear those ugly hair clips his aunt foisted upon him. He burned the rags that barely passed for dresses and the shoes and undergarments. Trousers, something he hadn't worn in nearly seven years, had become something like a best friend to him.

He sighed happily and ignored Tom's confused look. "I'm being a boy, let me enjoy this moment."

The best birthday Harry ever had, even though compared to the others, anything would be considered the best. Though they didn't do much, just being able to lay on a comfortable bed, eating chocolate and reading a good book, was enough to make it amazing. Is all of his future birthdays could be the same, he would be floating on air. Tom was doing the same as he, without the chocolate part of course.

After the letter business, they went out into the Alley, bought some more books. Harry went to Fortescue's for some magical ice cream, not willing to ignore the opportunity to try something new. Once back inside his room, he perused the books he purchased and gaped at them. He was in five different history texts that claimed he was of the top twenty most powerful wizards in history, all because he somehow 'defeated' the former Dark Lord. He was right up there with Albus Dumbledore, who held first place in the European section of the book. Then came Harry and Voldemort. Harry before because he 'killed' the Dark Lord and 'deserved' to be in a higher position.

Seriously, they put a child who wasn't noted to have any magical training at all, in the top five of the list of most powerful witches and wizards in history! These people were bloody barmy!

Tom felt vaguely offended that the future him was listed beneath a child. Hell, Harry was offended upon Voldemort's behalf, even though the man didn't deserve it. But to be felled by a one year old baby, was just something you don't get over. Harry wouldn't be surprised if Voldemort tried to come after him once again, just for revenge. And if the man did so, what would Harry do?

On 5 August, 1991, Harry entered Gringotts with Loki wrapped tightly around his neck. So far, no one had found out that he was Harry Potter, which in turn was a very good thing. The fact that people got all excited when his name was even mentioned, spoke volumes of the hero-worship the wizarding world had developed for him. Creepy. He didn't want to see the extent of their fanning.

Head Goblin Ragnok introduced him to Ragnarok, who was the bank's best solicitor. He'd never lost a case. The Goblin looked surely, with a heard of black hair that was pulled back in a sharp manner, held down by some sort of product. His eyes were just as beady as all the other Goblin eyes Harry had seen.

The Goblin held a thick file between his gnarled fingers, and informed Harry that it held evidence of his godfather's innocence, lest the people still try and put Sirius Black away even after being proven innocent through the use of Veritaserum. The justice system wasn't always fighting for the right according to the Goblin.

The Ministry of Magic's Britain Branch was large and very well hidden, according to Ragnarok. Courtroom 2 was to be where the trial would be held. They had arrived twenty minutes early and from the looks of everything when they entered the room, they were just in time.

Harry looked at Ragnarok questioningly, since he knew the trial wasn't supposed to start for an hour at least. Ragnarok shook his head and Harry remained silent. Loki, didn't however. Ragnarok had insisted that they arrive early.

§That is illegal. Changing the time of a trial and not informing the solicitor and family of the defendant is punishable by up to five years in Azkaban,§ he hissed in Harry's ear.

The boy looked at Ragnarok with wide eyes and the Goblin nodded grimly.

"You are aware, Chief Warlock Dumbledore, that you have breached a very important law by not informing us of the time change?" Ragnarok began, voice almost a growl that shook Harry to his bones.

Harry looked up to the large podium, mindful of Loki hissing his hatred for the old man in his ear. He remembered the warning not to look said man in the eye as well.

The man was looking down at the Goblin and said in a haughty tone that grinded upon Harry's nerves, "Notification was sent out mere moments ago."

Ragnarok smiled darkly, "Yes, but if you were as well versed in the laws of wizards as I am, you would know that the letter must be sent four hours prior to the time of the new trial, to give the solicitor and possible witnesses time to prepare. You did not do this, as you have just admitted to sending the letter only, 'mere moments ago'."

Harry looked around at the assembly of people, who were all looking at the Dumbledore fellow with shocked gazes.

A stern looking woman sitting to Dumbledore's right, which would be Harry's right side, looked upon the man with a glare. Her enormous hat made her angular face look more severe than it should have been.

"As the Head Auror of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I order Chief Warlock Dumbledore to be removed from the courtroom. Headmaster Dumbledore is thereby stripped of his title as Chief Warlock, leaving the position open for vote, effective immediately."

Dumbledore was removed from the room and his fancy red robes were taken from him. The man who had been sitting on Dumbledore's right, which was Harry's left side, looked at the woman in annoyance. "Why didn't you just send him to Azkaban, Amelia?!"

"Minister Fudge, he would have found a way out of that. He always manages to get around such things with all of his titles. Therefore, I stripped him of one important title, taking some of his political reach and power instead. This will actually affect him and is a suitable punishment."

Loki hissed in Harry's ear, §She would have been a perfect Slytherin.§

Minister Fudge was suddenly grinning like a ninny.

"Well then," the man began, fixing his robes, "who shall take over the position of Chief Warlock?"

One man stood, "I nominate Head Auror Bones."

Several people nodded and another man stood, "I second the motion."

Fudge looked around, "Anyone wish to challenge Madam Bones? No one? Well congratulations, Chief Warlock Amelia Bones!"

There was a round of polite applause and many people nodded to themselves.

The woman's robes changed in color and she was suddenly sitting in the big chair with the podium. She looked around for a moment, before sighing and straightening herself out.

Ragnarok was grinning like his birthday had come and someone had gifted him with gold. Apparently Dumbledore wasn't well liked by people.

Madam Bones took over and proceeded to read off a paper. Harry was escorted to one of the seats a little far from the Wizengamot, in order to watch. Ragnarok stayed standing in the middle of the room.

A moment later, a man with scraggly black hair was pushed into the room. Upon his wrists and ankles were thick chains and past the horrible striped prisoner garb he was wearing, Harry could see tattoos of all kinds. He was very dirty and Harry sneered at how neglectful the wizards were of their prisoners.

Something black caught his attention and he looked up to see black things, reminiscent of what the muggles called the Grim Reaper, were floating, separated by some invisible shield. He felt a trickle of fear run through him and a cold feeling trailed down his spine. Whatever they were, he didn't like them.

Loki answered his unvoiced question.

§Dementors. Most foul creatures known to exist. They can suck the soul from someone. When they are near, their surroundings freeze and they take away happiness, leaving someone with only their worst experiences in mind. Terrible creatures.§

§Creepy,§ Harry whispered.

The trial began and Harry was so lost with what was going on. The woman asked a question, Sirius never spoke a word and just let Ragnarok do the talking. Talking that Harry struggled to keep up with.

Sirius was then given something to drink, potion, his mind supplied.

The questioning began in earnest and Harry realised that it was a truth serum. Veritaserum like Ragnok had informed him.

Sirius Orion Black, former Auror, current Lord of House Black.

Fudge had denied this fact, but Ragnarok stated that lordship cannot go to someone who is imprisoned of a crime they are guilty of. The Black Magic would know and since it was stated clearly on all of the Black House ledgers and files in Gringotts that Sirius was the new lord, that meant his family magic found him innocent. Many people had nodded along with this understanding, though Fudge didn't seem pleased.

More questions followed, which revealed that Sirius was never given a trial in the first place and that he hadn't killed any muggles or a man named Peter Pettigrew.

Fudge then tried to say that the Veritaserum was weakened and that Sirius was lying, but Madam Bones pointed out that he was the one to fetch the potion. He couldn't speak. Many weren't impressed by the Ministry's lack of action in Sirius's imprisonment.

Further proof of Sirius not betraying the Potters was presented when it stated very clearly in Sirius's file over vows, magical promises and commitments(that self updated whenever another was added to the list), that he was never the Secret Keeper for the Potters. Whatever a Secret Keeper was anyway.

This was then revealed to be Peter Pettigrew. Something about a Fidelius Charm was mentioned and Dumbledore's name came up again. Harry was left to be confused. He was eleven for goodness sake. One couldn't expect him to know everything about the court system and whatever it was that they were talking about!

Loki hissed in his ear, §Dumbledore knew your godfather was innocent and left him to be imprisoned anyway.§

So that was why he was brought up! Why would he let an innocent man go to jail?

§I may not be a saint, but Dumbledore is not a good man either,§ Loki hissed.

Harry had to agree. From everything he had learned of Dumbledore on his own, he did not like the man. And the real downer, was that he was going to be Harry's Headmaster. Oh joy…

Further discussions came and went, until something was put to a vote and a lot of hands went up.

"Lord Black is cleared of all charges. Please make sure St. Mungo's gives you a thorough examination."

Ragnarok turned to Harry and smiled a toothy grin.

Harry smiled back, knowing that Ragnarok had kept his record of no losses. Good for him. It also meant that he would get paid completely.

Sirius was still sitting in the chair he had been given. His shackles had disappeared but he was still unresponsive. Perhaps the shock of freedom was too much for him to handle.

An Auror nodded to Harry and promised to have Sirius looked after in the hospital and then escorted the stunned man from the room. Harry moved over to Ragnarok and gave him a brilliant grin, "Thank you for helping him."

"You are welcome. Not only did I succeed once more, but I also was able to get the Dumbledore fool to lose his power. A good day. The fellows will be pleased."

"If you just cut it and purchase some fake spectacles, you'll look just fine."

Harry gave Tom a horrified look. "Tom, I want to look like a boy, not a swot! Glasses wouldn't help in the least and would make me look terrible! And I'm not cutting my hair. A lot of other boys have long hair too in the wizarding world. Besides, I have nice hair. I never hated the hair, I hated having to wear dresses because of it. I don't have to be a girl now, so I can freely love my hair without remorse."

Tom's green eyes rolled and Harry sniffed imperiously.

After a moment, Tom said, "You still look feminine."

Harry retaliated by throwing a sharpened quill in his direction. It smacked him int he head. Served him right.

A/N: Another one done!

Swot- British people didn't use 'nerd' in the 90s, but a 'swot' is someone who likes reading for fun, finishing homework early in order to go to the library, carries books around and usually have something on them that signifies that they are a swot. Some 90s slang for y'all. Like geeks and pocket protectors. Harry doesn't want to look like a swot.

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