Harry was on the newly minted N.E.S.T. Operations base where he spent his days with the Autobots when he got a letter from the twins.
"Harry, we need your help. Voldemort had almost taken over with hardly any opposition at all.
We need you back here so we can come up with a plan to permanently take him out.
Terror Twins of the Gryffins."'
So he got his things together and told Neville what he planned to do.
"I need to go back. I have to settle things with that overbearing idiot once and for all," said Harry.
"Well then I'll go back to. Heaven knows you always need a medic at some point," said Neville with a grin.
"Did hear that right? You are actually going back to England?" asked Anne.
"I need to clean house, or I'll never get any peace," said Harry.
"Count me in then. I've always wanted to see England."
"I need to head home, if only to check up on my folks," said Angel.
They had to schedule a leave in order to go. And they had to clear it with Optimus, since Harry was the only person who Sirius would listen to.
The former radio was now a large lupine robot the size of a medium sized black bear. Or as Anne liked to call him, the wolf plushie.
Sirius would go with them as they went to clear out Europe of their infestation of Dark Wizards. Once Harry explained why he had to stop Voldemort, Optimus understood. The thought of a human version of Megatron learning of the Autobots and bending them to his will was enough to give him a headache. And robots don't get headaches!
So he permitted Sirius the trickster bot and (reluctantly) Nightfire, their only air support. Though Optimus often wondered why they became Autobots instead of Decepticons after being awakened by the tainted Spark of the Cube.
But there was something else that really bothered Optimus, and whenever he had a quiet minute alone he would wonder about it aloud.
Before Harry had completely destroyed the Cube, and killed Megatron, there was a surge of energy. Most of it should have gone into Megatron, but for some reason Optimus had a feeling that it went into Harry.
If that was the case, then what had happened to the boy? If the energy from the All Spark had gone into him, then every time he touched something mechanical like a laptop it should have transformed.
But for some reason they didn't. And why did the boy and the others feel like they had a spark of their own?
Those questions haunted Optimus.
Harry, Neville, Angel and Anne looked around in shock. This was not the England they remembered.
Cars were on the road burning. The air was oppressive and dark. It felt like all hope had been drained from the people. The mist on the ground was horrible.
It looked like an ancient battlefield that was still haunted by ghosts.
"I don't know about you, but I think we should head to the RAF grounds. Something tells me that's the safest place to be."
The trek to the airfield was more hazardous than they had believed. They were accosted three times by scavengers, and managed to keep them away long enough to escape. They weren't going to open fire on civilians if they could help it.
Upon seeing the guards standing at the gates, Harry quickly introduced himself and his companions. They were rushed in and Harry grinned when he saw Leon with Sirius.
"James! What are you doing here?" asked Leon.
"I came back to clean house, what else? Fill me in on the problem areas so we can plan an attack. Sirius, sit."
Naming the lupine Autobot after his godfather was definitely worth the look on the man's face as he saw the bot sit down like a dog. Leon's mouth dropped in surprise at the sight.
"Now, I believe a round of catch up is in order?" said Anne.
By morning everyone was ready to clean Europe of it's dark wizard problem. And they started with Britain.
Harry lead a small strike force into Draco's mansion. The pale blond absolutely refused to allow aerial bombing on his mansion. (Which had Padfoot and Harry whining a bit.)
Angel of course wanted to know why they wanted to blow it up when it was easier to go in and take out the enemy when Anne snorted in amusement.
"They're guys. Guys love to blow stuff up... Coincidentally I also voted to blow it up," said Anne with a grin. Padfoot snickered.
"And the twins would have been the demolition crew. So no blowing up the mansion. Any derelict houses where they happen to be in however, are fair game."
Anne grinned wildly.
"I believe Jamesie happens to know of such a place. Anyone up for target practice later?"
Harry unhappy mood brightened. He knew the perfect place to blow up.
That bloody house in Little Hangleton. It haunted his nightmares often enough, and it would be perfect to see the place go up in flames.
They stalked into the mansion, stunning anyone who saw them. Which was mostly house elves.
Then they saw three people. Snape, Lucius Malfoy, and Macnair.
Frankly, none of them would lose any sleep over Macnair dying, but the other two would present a problem.
So Anne came up with a rather amusing solution which would guarantee the two wouldn't be around for their raid.
She waited until Macnair left the room, went in and said "I have five hundred galleons and know two pairs of twins that are open to suggestions. So you have two options. Public humiliation or having a threesome."
She could practically hear the jaws drop and snickers barely held in check as the two looked at each other, took the coins and promptly apparated out to the address she gave them. She hit her team with a silencing charm as they broke into full blown laughter. When her team finally recovered she removed the charm.
"How did you know they would take the bait?" asked Draco when he could breathe again.
"What straight guy turns down money and a threesome with twins?" she asked in return.
Sirius had to be hit with another charm as he starting howling with laughter again.
They left the room and came upon the study. Inside were at least fifteen Death Eaters torturing some poor schmuck. Harry signaled the group to follow his lead, and as one they broke into the room. Before the Death Eaters could react properly, they were either dead, incapacitated from pain, or stunned.
Neville was standing over the body of three people, with an odd expression on his face.
"Nev? You okay?" asked Harry.
"I'm fine. I just can't believe I finally got revenge for my parents after all these years," said Neville in a strained voice.
The people he was standing over was the Lestrange trio...the same people who tortured his parents into insanity.
"I'm sure your parents would be proud of you Nev. Who knows, maybe someday you can find a way to heal them," said Angel.
"Huh... Hey, what about Ratchet? He seems fairly well informed on human physiology. Maybe he could help."
They went further into the mansion. Harry was impressed when even Draco showed disgust as they approached the dungeons. They were filled with muggles and muggleborns.
"On second thought, Dray, I apologize for wanting to bomb your house," said Harry as he shook his head.
Anne, Angel and Neville escorted the people out of the cells while Draco, Harry and Sirius looked for more Death Eaters. They found ten more, but only five were killed in the shootout. The others they stunned.
Leon was surprised to discover that half the people they rescued were from the British Military. Apparently Voldemort had taken it badly that most of his recruits preferred to join the muggle military.
Harry was shocked to discover that Hermione was there as well, only she wasn't a soldier at all. Instead she had been recruited as a top scientist who helped to combine magic with technology in the hopes of dragging the magical community out of the Dark Ages.
With the death of Fudge it was possible for that to happen. The man had outlived his usefulness.
But they had another problem aside from the now dead Minister. And her name was Delores Umbridge.
Sirius was the one who lead them into the Ministry. Snape and Lucius (through letters to Draco) had alerted them to a possible attack within a few hours.
But before they even considered defending the place, they were all determined to get rid of one major pain in the arse. Delores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic.
Sirius, Anne, Angel, Fred, George and Harry all wanted to get rid of her because of her cruel laws towards anyone not from a pure-blood house.
Draco and Blaise wanted her out of the way because she had the second worst taste in colors known to the Magical Community.
(The number one spot was unequivocally held by Dumbledore himself.)
Then she appeared. There had been a very hearty debate among the team over the decision to stun, shoot or just plain get rid of the woman. It was Anne who came up with a solution that appealed to everyone.
Complete and public humiliation in front of every pure-blood in the magical community.
Frankly Sirius and Harry wouldn't have minded shooting the woman in the kneecaps, but this idea was good too. It appealed to their inner pranksters.
Why did they dislike the woman so much?
She had been the spearhead for most of the anti-werewolf laws.
Anne hexed the woman so she couldn't move, and went to work. Sirius and the guys shivered. Her smirk was far too disturbing for a woman who was humiliating someone so horrible.
"Honestly Siri, if I had to chose between my Aunt Petunia and this Umbitch (Harry adopted Anne's private nickname for the woman), I would have to say I prefer Petunia. At least she is easy to handle. Just point a wand and she'll listen."
Anne left Umbridge dancing the cancan above the Daily Prophet wearing nothing but a vampire costume in pink taffeta. She looked ridiculous. And above Umbridge were letters in gaudy neon orange proclaiming that Voldemort was her lover.
Padfoot and Harry cackled when they saw what she had done.
Everyone got into position. Harry, Padfoot, and Anne would be in the upper levels, where they could shoot from above. Neville would be behind the lines, healing anyone who became injured. Draco, Blaise, and Angel would be on the second level, doing damage where they could. On the ground level was Remus and the twins. They would signal where to aim when the DE started to arrive.
The fireworks made excellent distractions.
Avery flooed into the Ministry, leading the advance forces. He hoped to catch the spy that had alerted the Mage Force to their raids ahead of time. The Dark Lord had promised to allow anyone who found the spy a seat in the inner circle, where only the best reigned.
He was tired of seeing Severus acting so smug.
Thirty Death Eaters followed Avery into the Ministry. Their mission was simple enough. Raid the place and kidnap as many people against the Dark Lord to play with later when they returned.
They had lost over a hundred people when the Mage Force raided Malfoy Manor, as well as several of the inner circle. Macnair, the Lestrange trio, Crabbe Sr. and the younger Flint had been captured or killed.
Since the Ministry hadn't lead the raid, no one knew where the prisoners had been taken.
Suddenly a shrill sound went overhead. Avery ducked on instinct, and was hit from above. He knew no more as his force was quickly taken out.
Harry was pleased. His group had captured over thirty Death Eaters in a single raid. And his prisoners included several of the higher ranking members of Voldemort's circle.
Since he had been having so much luck in capturing his targets, Harry was being considered for an early admittance to the Officer's school.
If he passed his tests, then he would be allowed to choose which base he stationed at for the rest of his career.
The fact that he already had two giant robots who answered to him had weighed heavily on the decision. Nightfire was a valuable asset to the RAF, since he could fly himself without a pilot. (Though he had told Leon he preferred Harry to fly him, since the boy could do it better.)
Sirius was a nuisance, but he listened to Harry and Anne. And he mostly played minor pranks, such as hiding tools in hard to see places. (Once he left a wrench in a cockpit and it was only found because the pilot sat on it.)
In order to avoid confusion, Sirius the man and Sirius the wolf-bot were now Sirius and Dogstar. Even Harry agreed to the name change.
He was livid. Every time he sent his minions to kill or capture, none of them came back. And he knew it wasn't the Ministry at work here, because there were no new prisoners sent to Azkaban!
Which left the accursed Mage Force.
Wizards and witches who joined the British Military were often sent to the Mage Force, where they were properly trained to use both magic and military tactics. They were stronger and better trained than the best Auror in England. And they were better coordinated.
The only reason most students didn't go into the Mage Force was that Dumbledore had told the teachers not to make it well known that the option existed.
The problem with that trick was that all males who reached age eighteen had to serve at least two years in Her Majesty's army. Being able to use magic didn't exclude you either.
Most pure-bloods didn't know that in order to receive any inheritance they had to serve. And goblins weren't going to tell them unless asked. It was their favorite joke.
Voldemort had never served a day. It was that reason alone that he never inherited his mother's legacy. And he wasn't going to when he could easily rob Gringotts of their gold.
That thought amused him so much that he decided to do just that. It was time for the pesky goblins to remember their place in the world.
Griphook was not happy. For one thing someone was going to steal from the Goblin clans. Last time that happened the goblins lead a revolt.
On the other hand, the people there to stop the theft was lead by their most valued customer. The one Wizard who actually treated every goblin with the respect they deserved.
Harry James Potter.
Harry, Sirius, Dogstar, Anne, Angel, Neville, Gred, Forge, Draco, Leon and Cho Chang were in the bank, and took a position where they had a clear view of the targets. The bank patrons had no idea what was about to happen. They went about their day and paid no notice to the goblins.
Suddenly everything went quiet. No one could put a finger on the reason why all sound had ceased. Then the sound of apparition was heard, and the skull and black cloaks told the patrons that the Death Eaters had arrived.
Then the screaming started.
Harry shot a protective bubble around the groups of civilians he saw. Goblins had promptly gone behind the counters, which were made to withstand spell damage. Several more goblins came out of the woodwork with armor and weapons. On Harry's signal, his team began shooting.
His protective bubbles prevented bullets and the strongest spells from harming innocents. People cowered under the opaque shields, praying to whatever god they thought would hear them. Children cried next to their parents, who were hovering over them protectively.
Outside it wasn't much better, as the people didn't have the protection of Harry's bubbles to hide behind. Aurors were taking their time to reach the Alley, which was usual for the Ministry.
But where the Ministry's people failed in promptness, the Mage Force was there to pick up the slack. Within minutes of hearing the attack had begun, they arrived to evacuate civilians.
The alley was clear of people within fifteen minutes. Harry held down the fort long enough for his friends to do their job.
Once he knew for a fact that most of the innocent people were out, he signaled his team to take out the enemy without killing if they could help it.
Cho, Anne and Angel took out three by hitting their legs. Harry took out four on his own.
Dogstar began hitting Death Eaters with modified tasers, which had them dropping like flies. Leon, Draco and Neville were aiming stunners with amazing accuracy.
The twins added to the general confusion by throwing some of their pranks at the enemy.
The portable swamps, while messy, were effective. The Death Eaters were too busy trying to get out of them to evade stunners. Leon and Sirius were shooting spells that hung Death Eaters by the ankles, before hitting them with the Total Petrification spells.
The goblins did their part by making sure those who went down, stayed down. They hit Death Eaters hard enough that if they didn't pass out from the spells they fell unconscious from the hit.
By the time night fell, only ten remained awake. Griphook had activated the anti-apparition ward the second the attack began. Harry approached the remaining members and said clearly "You have two options. One, you could try to make a run for it and get your ass kicked by beings not only smaller but clearly smarter than you (here he nods to the goblins who grinned widely), or you could surrender and not get kicked in a place that would be rather uncomfortable."
Then he noted that a majority of those who were still conscious had a glazed look in their eyes. The others just looked nervous. They were barely out of school.
"Knock them all out. We'll sort who was put under the Imperious at base camp," said Leon.
They had discovered something rather amusing about Death Eaters. Once caught, most were cowards. Add an annoyed giant dog robot who looked angry at them, and most wet their pants within seconds. Add a large humanoid robot who looked like it would shoot their head off, and they spilledeverything.
It was a rather effective way to interrogate the prisoners.
(And it had the added effect of giving everyone who knew the bots a good laugh.)
According to at least five of the Death Eater initiates, Voldemort was currently hiding in a small decrepit hovel with no real amnesties. Only three knew where that hovel was, and four could name at least fifteen Death Eaters who were with him at all times.
It was good intel, but as always, Harry wanted to make sure they had everything before they decided to bomb the place.
Then they found out two of their spies were in there. Severus and a special ops guy that Harry only knew as Micheal. Both of them were part of their side, so they had to warn them about the impending doom.
Harry sent Gylfie, the smallest owl they had on base, to Micheal. She was trained not to be seen until the last second, and was so small no one ever noticed her until it was too late.
He got a reply back, asking for the time and date of the attack. Harry sent another letter coded so only those in the military could actually understand what it said.
Two days later they heard that Voldemort narrowly escaped the attack, and not without injuries.
His legs were broken in five places from the pressure wave, his hearing was gone for a while, and the burns on his upper torso were pretty severe. He was going to be out of commission for a while. Which meant they had some time to prepare for the next strike.
He was furious. It seemed that unlike the irritating Order of the Phoenix, the people in the Mage Force knew what they were doing. His numbers were dwindling rapidly, and the attack on Gringotts had been disastrous.
Now there was the attack on his secret place, and he almost didn't escape. Clearly he had to do something about the Mage Force.
The attack came without warning. Everyone was almost completely off guard, since the Death Eaters hadn't shown up through apparition like usual.
Ever since Harry had come back to clear out the Death Eaters, the mood around Europe had lightened somehow. It was like the country knew that the darkness was lifting, slowly but surely.
And the more Death Eaters they captured, the more the atmosphere was lifted.
Harry grabbed his gun, and ran out the tent. He had been brushing his teeth when they showed up. Thankfully Dogstar had been on surveillance, since he had raised the alarm within seconds.
Too bad for the Death Eaters the Mage Force was well trained to handle sudden attacks like this. You never know when a field situation turns into a nasty ambush.
Everyone who had good aim set up a line. One on the ground flat, one up on a roof, and one standing up. They aimed to wound or incapacitate. Killing was only an option if the people didn't take a hint.
Three DE's died, but they were rather thick.
They managed to capture forty Death Eaters. It wasn't pretty stitching them up, as Neville refused to help them.
The next morning several people from the Order of the Phoenix arrived. Apparently Dumbledore hadn't taken it too well that someone was finally taking care of the Death Eater problem.
What the old man didn't count on was that his own people deciding to switch sides. Originally he had over a hundred people in the Order, max. but now he barely had thirty. All the younger magic users found the Mage Force to their liking. Not only were they getting respect for what they were doing, but the Ministry didn't frown on them for joining. Quite the opposite in fact.
Word had it that the current Minister was considering a change in training for his Aurors. He was planning on sending them to the Mage Force so they could improve their ability to catch Dark Wizards.
Harry caught wind of something he didn't like. According to Anne, there was a certain object called a Horcrux which could store souls.
When she described it to him, Harry had scowled. It sounded too much like the diary he had come across second year.
That night he had a nightmare, the first one since he had left England.
It was Voldemort, and he looked really pissed off.
"Tell me, Wormtail, why should I keep you around when most of my best people are captured?"
"My Lord, I am the only person who stays with you at all times!"
"Wormtail, if Potter finds out about the other Horcruxes, I will personally skin you alive!" Voldemort hissed.
"My Lord, how could Potter find out where they are? You hid them so well!" said Wormtail in a placating manner.
"Potter is smarter than he appeared to be Wormtail. He could easily find the cave and the vault!"
Harry woke with a start. That was the strangest dream he had had in a while.
He went to Leon and Anne and told them exactly what he had seen. Then Sirius took him to Gringotts to inspect the Lestrange vaults. As head of the House of Black, he had access to the vault of anyone from his house. And that included Bellatrix.
Inside the vault was a cup, but not just any cup. This was the missing cup of Helga Hufflepuff herself.
Sirius carefully took it out of the Vault and handed it to the goblins.
Griphook's lip curled in disgust, which was unusual since the cup was made of pure gold and had gems encrusted in it. Mostly emeralds, but gems nonetheless.
An hour later he came out of the small room and looked considerably disturbed.
"I loathe Horcruxes. You can never properly enchant the item used again."
"So it was a horcrux?" asked Sirius, concerned.
"According to the spell test we did, one of eight. And there is another one in the bank right now."
"Where?" asked Harry.
His eyes widened when Griphook gave a pointed stare at his scar.
"We can remove it now if you wish. The procedure is fairly painless."
"Fairly?" said Sirius.
"Well there is the issue of hearing loss. Apparently the souls scream quite loud when inside a living host."
"What do I have to do?"
"Follow me."
Harry followed every instruction given, and two hours later he left feeling like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Now he wouldn't have to hear Voldemort in his head again. And according the Griphook, the magic that was in the scar would remain in his core for as long as he wanted.
Harry was on an outcropping close to the sea. According to the intel Severus gave him, there was a horcrux in the cave under the orphanage Tom Riddle grew up in. Inside was a locket.
Harry crouched low on Dogstar as the Autobot made full use of the jet engines it had absorbed. Starscream wasn't going to miss 'em that much.
Inside the cave was a wall with red lettering spelling out the word 'BLOOD'.
"Can anyone say cliché?" muttered Harry as he carefully cut his hand.
Soon they were speeding low on the water, ignoring the tiny boat entirely. They came upon an island in the cave, and somehow Harry knew he wasn't going to like what he had to do next.
There was something inside the bowl, and the only way to get to it was to drink the contents.
"Dogstar, you're on guard duty. Anything that comes out of that lake you kill without hesitating. Moldy-shorts is not known for being pleasant to be around."
"Got it partner."
One cup at a time, he drank the liquid. His insides felt like they were on fire. His only saving grace was that he had a bezoar in his mouth, as it took the brunt of the effects.
Halfway into the cup, they began to appear.
Inferi, or as Harry liked to call them 'the pain in the arse dead things that just refuse to DIE!'.
Dogstar used his weapons to their full extent as he blasted wave after wave of Inferi. It seemed that even the undead creatures that Voldemort used couldn't stand up to Cybertronian weaponry.
Harry saw the necklace within reach, and grabbed it quickly. Dogstar waited for Harry to wobble to him. Once Harry lay across his back, he leaped.
The engines kicked in seconds before they crashed into the water. It wasn't long before they were coasting their way back to the nearest base.
Harry groaned. He really hoped the thing he stole was a horcrux, because if it wasn't, he was going to go with Anne and the others to prank someone.
And it wasn't going to be pretty.
Sirius saw his godson and immediately took him to Neville. Two hours and a stomach pump later, Harry looked at the locket he retrieved.
And tried not to swear too badly.
The thing was a fake. Inside was a note from someone named R.A.B., which made no sense.
Sirius took one look at the handwriting and swore. He recognized it.
"I don't believe it. What the bloody hell was my brother doing in that cave?"
Harry took the damp cloth off his face and glared at Sirius.
"Your brother stole that locket?"
"R.A.B., also known as Regulus Black. My younger brother. He died while in the service of the Dark tosser. I always thought he did something to tick him off."
"So let me get this straight. I went through the hell of drinking that crap and having my stomach pumped for nothing?" Harry snarled. He had not had a good day.
"Well there is a way to find out what he did with it."
"You go retrieve it then. I intend to take a long nap."
Sirius chuckled.
The next morning Sirius arrived with a familiar locket.
"The only way to destroy this one is to open it, according to Griphook anyway. And one of the few ways to destroy a horcrux is with something that has basilisk venom on it."
Harry sat up.
"Like a sword?"
"That would work...why?"
Harry grinned evilly.
"Who's up for sneaking into the castle?"
Sirius' eyes narrowed.
"What are you up to?"
"Second year I faced an enormous basilisk. It's venom should still be on the sword."
"You WHAT?"
Harry then realized he had never told his godfather about his previous adventures at the school. Which meant he didn't know about the troll either.
And that was something he intended to take to the grave with him. Sirius would never let him do anything if he knew the truth!
Sirius lead them quietly into the school. It wasn't in session, which made it easier to get in and out.
They ducked behind a statue when Filch passed, and Mrs. Norris ignored them entirely. She only ratted people out when the school was in session.
Harry crept up to the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore wasn't there, since Snape had mentioned another DE meeting. Dumbledore would be waiting for his spy to arrive and tell them what occurred.
The gargoyle stepped aside when he approached. While Harry retrieved the sword, Sirius was going to a room he knew about on the seventh floor. Griphook had mentioned a locator spell for dark artifacts, and Sirius knew about it. And his wand was clearly pointing to a little used spot known as the Room of Requirement, or the Come and Go room.
Fawkes chirped sleepily at Harry, who nodded to the phoenix. He carefully took the sword off the stand in the case, and snuck out without a word. Or would have, if the Sorting Hat hadn't spoken up.
"If I were you, I would check the second drawer on the left."
"Why?"
"You might find something VERY interesting..." the hat hinted.
So Harry opened the drawer, and aside from a scroll he found nothing. He took the scroll. It wasn't like the old man wouldn't know someone had been in there with the sword missing.
Sirius met up with his godson and Dogstar five minutes later. In his hands was an odd crown thing.
They were far from Hogwarts when Dumbledore discovered he had been robbed.
Harry unfurled the scroll after disposing of the diadem and the locket. It turned out that Voldemort had a thing for Founder's artifacts.
When he read what was on the scroll he saw red with rage. It was his parent's will!
"This being the last will and testament of Lily and James Potter..."
Harry read down the will, and tried not to tear the parchment from fury. According to the will, he was never to go to the Dursleys to begin with! Why did Dumbledore have his parents will?
The next time he went to Gringotts to deliver the artifacts, he brought up the will to Griphook.
"The Potter will has been missing since their death. There have been many attempts to locate it, but the headmaster has shot down all of them."
Harry's hand trembled with anger towards the old man as he gave Griphook the scroll. The goblin's eyes widened as he read the scroll.
"We shall put this into effect immediately Lord Potter. Would you like to change your legal and magical guardian?"
"Sirius and Remus."
"Very well."
Harry walked out angry, but also in a somewhat better mood. By morning Dumbledore would have to face the music. He believed he was doing all this for his dubious 'greater good', but he clearly needed a new grasp on reality.
Hiding a will from a pure-blood line was a very serious offense.
Voldemort wasn't happy at all. One by one his horcruxes were being destroyed systematically. The only one that was still safe was the newest one he created in Nagini.
Then he decided enough was enough. He was going to have to destroy Potter himself.
Things were like they usually were in the raid. But something was different. It was in the air. Like the malevolent feeling around them had doubled.
Then he appeared. Voldemort.
Harry signaled his group to retreat, since he was the one who had to take him out in the end.
Voldemort stood proudly with his snake around his shoulders. Harry took out his wand, but his other hand held his hand gun behind his back.
Voldemort aimed his wand at him and prepared to cast a curse when Harry dropped and rolled out of his line of fire. His next action sent waves of shock down the Death Eater lines.
Harry had shot Voldemort in the head. The Dark Lord fell to the ground, but Harry had his gun aimed at the snake instead.
"Nice try, Moldy-shorts."
Harry didn't have time to aim, he shot his gun again. But something was wrong. Harry checked the firing mechanism and found it was jammed for some reason. It made no sense! He had just cleaned it this morning!
So he stowed his gun after putting the safety on. He took his wand and prepared to aim a blasting hex at the snake.
This was the Dark Lord's last horcrux.
Harry aimed his wand and cast.
He missed. And then he blinked. How the bloody hell could he miss at a time like this? He couldn't aim again, as the Voldemort-possessed snake began to come at him fast.
Dogstar came out of nowhere and grabbed Nagini in his jaws. Harry took his wand and prepared to fire again. But he missed. What was going on?
That was when he took a good look at the wand in his hands, and felt like hitting himself repeatedly. It wasn't his wand at all.
He had grabbed Draco's by mistake. Why did he have such bad luck?
So he decided to end the snake with his bare hands. As he reached to grab Nagini, something happened. His hands began to blow a bright blue color.
What the hell?
Harry reached out to touch the snake, and the blue light sparked from his hands. Everyone there could hear the scream from the snake, but it was in Voldemort's voice.
Then all was quiet. Harry reached towards the snake, but the light was gone. Nagini hissed at him, and he told Dogstar to put her down.
Voldemort was dead, this time for good. Harry had taken out all the horcruxes he could find. Which left him with only one pain in the arse to deal with.
"Albus Dumbledore, you are hereby charged with attempted line theft, going against the last will of a pure-blood line, stealing gold from a pure-blood, misuse of office, illegal use of Love Potions, leaving an heir to a pure-blood line in an abusive home, and attempted bribery. How do you plead?" said Kingsley.
Rufus Scrimgour had been killed during a Death Eater raid. But he had gone down fighting, which meant he was honored when the dead were buried.
Kingsley had stepped up to the office, and was voted in a week later.
"Not guilty."
"Very well, let the witnesses step forward and plead their case."
Snape went up first, and presented his memories. Visions of Dumbledore asking for the potions, hiding the scroll in the second drawer, and spying on the many Death Eater meetings.
Sirius was next, and his memory of Dumbledore convincing James to switch to Peter Pettigrew was by far the most damning evidence against him.
Several witnesses stood forward with their memories, and Harry decided to wait for last. He didn't like doing this, but it had to be done. Dumbledore was too manipulative for his own good, and he needed to see the consequences of his actions for a change.
Harry's memories were by far the most shocking the court had ever seen. The Dursley family had not been kind to him, and the fact that he was never supposed to go to them only made it worse.
McGonagall's memory of arguing against the Dursley family was in her favor. But Dumbledore was definitely doomed.
Kingsley and the rest of the court listened to the memories and testimonies, and finally left the room to convene. It was not going to be good for Dumbledore, that much was certain. Most of the evidence was quite damning.
"Albus Percieval Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, you are hereby charged guilty of all charges. Your sentence is to be as follows. Fifty years in Azkaban for crimes against a minor, and ten years for attempting to control a pure-blood line through love potions. You may appeal the sentence in thirty years time. Dismissed!"
Kingsley used the gavel, and the sound was loud in the silent courtroom. Most of Dumbledore's supporters were in complete shock. He had overstepped his bounds this time.
Harry left feeling relieved and a little disappointed. He had trusted the old man, once upon a time. But after the Tri-Wizard Tournament, he had lost his faith.
Now he had a chance to start over his life, outside England. And he wasn't going to let anyone stop him.
Harry was preparing to leave when Leon caught up with him.
"Thank god you haven't left James! There's someone here who wants to see you!"
Harry gulped.
"Not another fangirl I hope?"
Leon's grin was disturbing. Who was this mysterious visitor? Harry followed him into the tent and barely kept his mouth from dropping.
It was the Queen of England herself!
Cliffy! I thought it would be fun to leave a little suspense for now. What does the Queen want with Harry? And what will it mean for the Autobots later on?
Wait until the next chapter to find out!
I just want to say Thank You to all the troops overseas. We don't do enough to honor you. God Bless All Troops.