AUTHORS NOTE! :P

Hey everyone! Sorry my updates are always taking so long, I've been sick, and we're doing loads of different projects at school, and Christmas shopping, and I don't really have that much time to write fanfiction, sadly.

I hope everyone had a great Christmas, and for those who don't celebrate it, I hoep you had happy holidays, and a happy New Year! :)

Also, I got into the Percy Jackson books. So that completely ruined my life. Thanks Rick Riordon.

Anyone else finish House of Hades?

AND WE HAVE A DATE FOR SHERLOCK SEASON 3! I can't wait! :O :D

Now, I shall answer some reviews!

Arkell26: As cool as that idea is, that isn't why Kreacher doesn't mind Fang. He doesn't mind as much because Fang doesn't talk that much, and he's more sullen than the rest of them. That's a really cool idea though, very interesting!

AnikaandAj: Aw thanks :) Yeah, the next few chapters will be filler chapters, though.

thelonewander117: Unless I put up a chapter saying that I am abandoning this story, this story will stay alive. Even if I haven't updated in a really long time, this story will stay alive :)

BethZ: I was so excited coming up to Christmas! I didn't get holidays until the 20th :(

Thanks to everyone else that reviewed and put this in their favourites and all that! I really appreciate it :)

This chapter will be mostly in Harry's POV.

Now, on with the story! :)

Enjoy!

-Rach ;)

Max's POV

I walked into the kitchen at seven o'clock the next morning, and as quietly as I could without waking Hermoine, I tiptoed out of the room, and down the stairs to the kitchen. I was hoping to see Harry before he left with Mr Weasley for his hearing, but when I walked into the kitchen I only saw Mrs Weasley reading the Daily Prophet at the table, Tonks with her head on the table, snoring lightly, her hair blonde and curly this morning. Sirius and Lupin were sitting beside each other, talking quietly.

"Good morning, Max," Mrs Weasley said, looking up from the newspaper. "You're up early, dear."

"I kinda waned to see Harry before he left," I said, sitting down at the table beside the still snoring Tonks.

"Oh, Harry and Arthur left around an hour ago," Mrs Weasley said. "It will all be fine, dear."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know it will. Do you know when they should be back?"

Mrs Weasley shrugged. "It all depends on if the hearing starts on time, or how long it will go on for, but more than likely it will later on this evening when Arthur finishes work," she rambled. I noticed that her hands were slightly trembling, and realised that I wasn't only one in this kitchen anxious about how the hearing turned out.

When I finished my breakfast, I went back up to my room quietly so I wouldn't wake Hermione, grabbed my guitar, and walked back down to the dining room. I sat on the newly clean couch and, for the first time in weeks, started strumming away slowly and quietly. Feeling the cold strings moving under my fingers, the gentle vibrations that travel through the guitar, sooths me. I finally feel like I can relax. The tension slowly starts leaving my shoulders, and for the first time in months, memories of what happened in the graveyard stop flashing before my eyes.

I have no idea how long I stayed in the dining room, strumming randomly and picking away at the strings. I know I should probably stop and go back to the others, but I don't what to leave this little bubble of peace I have found. After a while, I stop playing the songs I already know, and start making up my own tunes.

The door opens a few minutes later, and Sirius walks in. He doesn't say anything, and I don't stop playing. He sits on the couch beside me, and for a little while longer, he just listens to what I'm playing.

Eventually, when my fingers start getting sore, I stop playing. I looked up at my dad, and smile. "I never really thanked you properly for this, did I?" I asked, indicating to the guitar.

Sirius grins. "Doesn't matter. I can see it went to good use. You're a natural, Maxie. But as much as I'd like to stay here and listen to some more, I do believe it is time for lunch."

I sigh and place the guitar leaning against the couch. I follow Sirius out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen, where everyone else is sitting, eating lunch.

I sit in between Hermione and Fang, and load my plate with sandwiches, and try not to picture Harry at his hearing.

Harry's POV

I swallowed hard, my heard beating so wildly in my heart I was sure Mr Weasley could hear it from behind me. He was still panting from the urgent run down here, so I wouldn't be late after they changed the time of my hearing. We hadn't even been in the Ministry ten minutes before we had to rush down to the Department of Mysteries to Courtroom Ten, which, according to Mr Weasley, hasn't been used in years.

"Go on," Mr Weasley gasped, clutching a stitch at his side. "Get in there."

"Aren't- you can't come in with-"

"No, no, no I'm not allowed. Good luck!"

My mouth was dry. I reached out and turned the heavy iron door handle and stepped into the courtroom.

I gasped. I couldn't help it. The huge dungeon was familiar. I had not only seen it before, I had been here before. This was the place me and Max visited inside Dumbledore's Pensieve, the place where we had watched the Lestranges sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban. The walls were made of dark stone, and lit by torches. On either side of me rose empty benches, but ahead of me in the highest benches in the dungeon, were loads of shadowy figures. They had taken to talking in low voices, and as the door closed behind me, everyone fell silent.

A cold male voice rang across the courtroom.

"You're late, Mr Potter."

"I'm sorry," I said nervously, "I- I didn't know that the time had been changed."

"That is not the Wizengamot's fault," the voice said. "An owl was sent to you this morning. Take your seat."

I dropped my gaze to the chair in the middle of the room, the arms covered in chains. I had seen those chains spring to life and bind whoever was seating there. My footsteps echoed loudly as I walked across the stone floor. I sat gingerly on the very edge of the seat, and the chains clinked threateningly, but didn't bind me. Feeling sick, I looked up at the people seated above me.

There must have been about fifty of them, as far as I could see, wearing plum-coloured robes with an elaborately worked silver `W' on the left hand side of the chest and all of them staring down their noses at me.

In the very middle of the of the front row sat Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and he wasn't wearing that happy smile he usually wore when he saw me. A broad, square-jawed witch with very short grey hair sat on Fudge's left. On Fudge's right was another witch, but she was sitting so far back in the bench that her face was covered by the shadows.

"Very well," Fudge said. "The accused being present, I believe we can finally begin. Are you ready?" he called down the row.

"Yes sir," said an eager voice I recognised too easily. Ron's brother, Percy was sitting at the very end of the front bench. I looked at Percy, hoping for some sign of recognition from him, but none came. Percy's eyes, behind his horn-rimmed glasses, were fixed on his parchment, a quill poised in his hand.

"Disciplinary hearing of the twelfth of August," said Fudge in a ringing voice, and Percy began taking notes, "into offences committed under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and the International Statue of Secrecy by Harry James Potter, resident at number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. Court Scribe, Percy Ignatius Weasley-"

"Witness for the defence, Albus Percival Wulfric Brain Dumbledore," a quiet voice said behind me. I turned around so fast my neck cricked.

Dumbledore was striding serenely across the room wearing long midnight-blue robes and a perfectly calm expression. His long silver beard gleamed in the torchlight as he came to stand beside me. The members of the Wizengamot were muttering, all of their eyes on Dumbledore. I was sure that I could have left the courtroom right there and then and no one would have realised.

Some of the wizards and witches looked annoyed, others slightly frightened; a few elderly witches in the back row, however, raised their hands and waved happily.

A powerful hopeful feeling rose in my chest as the sigh of Dumbledore. I tried to catch Dumbledore's eye, but he wasn't looking at me; he was staring up at the obviously flustered Fudge.

"Ah," Fudge said, looking disconcerted. "Dumbledore. Yes. You- er- got our- er- message that the time and- er- place of the hearing had been changed, then?"

"I must have missed it," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "However, due to a lucky mistake I arrived at the Ministry three hours early, so no harm done."

"Yes, well, I suppose we'll need another chair- I - Weasley, could you-?"

"Not to worry, not to worry," Dumbledore said, pulling out his wand. He gave it a small flick, and a squashy armchair appeared beside him out of nowhere. Dumbledore sat down. The Wizengamot was still muttering and fidgeting restlessly; only when Fudge spoke again did they settle down.

"Yes," Fudge said, shuffling his notes. "Well then. The charges. Yes."

He pulled out a piece of parchment, took a deep breath, and read out, "The charges against the accused are as follows:

"That he knowingly, deliberately and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions, having received a previous written warning from the Ministry of Magic on a similar charge, produce a Patronus Charm in a Muggle-inhabited area, in the presence of a Muggle, on the second of August at twenty-three minutes past nine, which constitutes an offence under Paragraph C of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, and also under Section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statue of Secrecy.

"You are Harry James Potter, resident of number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?" Fudge asked, glaring at me over the top of his parchment.

"Yes," I said.

"You received an official warning from the Ministry for using illegal magic three years ago, correct?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"And yet, you still conjured a Patronus on the night of the second of August?" Fudge said.

"Yes, I did," I said, "but-"

"Knowing that you are not permitted to use magic outside school while you are under the age of seventeen?"

"Yes, but-"

"Knowing that you were in an area full of Muggles?"

"Yes but-"

"Fully aware that you were in close proximity to a Muggle at the time?"

"Yes," I said angrily, "but I only used it because we were-"

The square-jawed witch cut across me with a booming voice.

"You produced a fully-fledged Patronus?"

"Yeah," I said, "because we-"

"A corporeal Patronus?"

"A- a what?" I asked, frowning.

"Your Patronus had a clearly defined form? I mean, it's not just vapour or smoke?"

"Well, yes," I said, felling impatient and slightly desperate, "it's a stag, it's always been a stag."

"Always?" boomed Madam Bones. "You have produced a Patronus before now?"

"Yes," I said. "I've been doing it for over a year."

"And you are only fifteen years old?"

"Yes, and-"

"And you learned this in school?"

"Yeah, Professor Lupin taught me in my third year, because of the-"

"Impressive," Madam Bones said, staring down at me, "a true Patronus at his age... very impressive indeed."

Some of the witches and wizards around her were muttering again, nodding their heads and looking impressed, but others were frowning and shaking their heads.

"It is not a question of how impressive the magic was," Fudge said in a testy voice, "in fact, the more impressive it is, the worse it is, I would have thought, given that the boy did it in plain sight of a Muggle!"

Those who had been frowning now murmured in agreement, but it was the sight of Percy nodding that goaded me into talking.

"I did it because of the Dementors!" I said loudly before anyone could interrupt me again. I had expected more muttering, but the silence that fell seemed to be somehow denser than before.

"Dementors?" Madam Bones said after a while. "What do you mean, boy?"

"I mean, there were two Dementors down that alleyway and they went for me and my cousin!"

"Ah," Fudge said, and I was shocked to see that he was actually grinning. "Yes, yes. I was sure we'd be hearing something like this."

"Dementors in Little Whinging?" Madam Bones said, in a tone of great surprise. "I don't understand..."

"Don't you see, Amelia?" Fudge said, his grin growing into a full blown smile. "Let me explain. He's been thinking it through and decided that Dementors would make a very good cover story, very nice indeed. Muggles can't see Dementors, can they, boy? Highly convenient... so it's just your word and no witness..."

"I'm not lying!" I said desperately over another outbreak of muttering. "There were two of them, coming from opposite ends of the alley, and everything went dark and cold and my cousin could feel them so he tried to run for it-"

"Enough, enough!" Fudge barked. "I'm sorry to interrupt what I'm sure would have been a very well-rehearsed story-"

Dumbledore cleared his throat. The whole Wizengamot fell silent again.

"We do, in fact, have a witness to the presence of the Dementors in that alleyway," he said, "other than Dudley Dursley, I mean."

Fudge's plump face seemed to slacken, as though somebody had let the air out it. He stared down at Dumbledore for a moment or two, then, with the appearance of a man pulling himself back together, said, "We haven't got time to listen to more lies, I'm afraid, Dumbledore, I want this dealt with quickly-"

"I may be wrong," Dumbledore said pleasantly, "but I am sure that under the Wizengamot Charter of Rights, the accused has the right to present witnesses for his or her case? Isn't that the policy of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Madam Bones?" he continued, addressing the square-jawed witch.

"True," Madam Bones said. "Perfectly true."

"Oh, very well, very well," Fudge snapped. "Who is this person?"

"I brought her with me," Dumbledore said. "She's just outside the door, shall I-?"

"No- Weasley, you go," Fudge barked, and Percy shot up at once and ran down the steps towards the door without even glancing at me or Dumbledore.

A moment later, Percy returned, followed by my neighbour, Mrs Figg. Mrs Figg was the woman that helped me bring Dudley back to Privet Drive. I still couldn't get over the fact that Mrs Figg was a Squid, and was instructed with following me around the place over the summer.

Mrs Figg looked scared and more batty than ever. I wished she would have thought to change out of her slippers.

Dumbledore stood up and gave Mrs Figg his chair, conjuring a second one for himself.

"Full name?" Fudge said loudly when Mrs Figg had perched herself nervously on the edge of the seat.

"Arabella Doreen Figg," Mrs Figg said a quavery voice.

"And who exactly are you?" Fudge said in a bored voice.

"I'm a resident of Little Whinging, close to where Harry lives with his relatives," Mrs Figg said.

"We have no record of any witch or wizard living in Little Whinging, other than Harry Potter," Madam Bones said at once. "That situation has been closely monitored, given... past events."

"I'm a Squid," Mrs Figg said, "so you wouldn't have me on record, would you?"

"A Squid, huh?" Fudge said, eyeing her closely. "We'll be checking that. You'll leave details of your parentage with my assistant Weasley. Incidentally, can Squids see Dementors?" he added, looking around him.

"Yes, we can!" Mrs Figg said indignantly.

Fudge looked back at her, eyebrows raised. "Very well," he said aloofly. "What is your story?"

"I had gone out to buy some cat food from the corner shop at the end of Wisteria Walk, around nine o'clock, on the evening of the second of August," gabbled Mrs Figg at once, as though she had learned what she saying off by heart, "when I heard a disturbance down the alleyway between Magnolia Cresent and Wisteria Walk. On approaching the mouth of the alley, I saw Dementors running-"

"Running?" Madam Bones said sharply. "Dementors don't run, they glide."

"That's what I meant to say," Mrs Figg said quickly, her cheeks turning red. "Gliding along the alley, towards what looked like two boys."

"What did they look like?" Madam Bones asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Well, one was very large and the other was very skinny-"

"Not the boys," Madam Bones said impatiently, "the Dementors. Describe them."

"Oh!" Mrs Figg said, blushing even more now. "They...they were big. Big and wearing dark cloaks."

I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. Whatever Mrs Figg might say, it sounded as if the most Mrs Figg had seen was a picture of a Dementor, and picture that could never express what it feels like to be in the presence of a Dementor; the creepy way they moved, hovering just inches above the ground; or their rotting smell; or that terrible rattling noise they made as they sucked on the surrounding air...

"Big and wearing robes," Madam Bones repeated coolly, while Fudge snorted. "I see. Anything else."

"Yes," said Mrs Figg. "I felt them. Everything went cold, and this was a very warm summer's night, mind you. And I felt... as though all happiness had gone from the world... and I remembered... I remembered dreadful things..."

Her voice shook and died away.

Madam Bones's eyes widened slightly. "What did the Dementors do?" she asked, and I felt a rush of hope.

"They went for the boys," Mrs Figg said, her voice stronger and more confident. "One of them had fallen. The other was backing away, trying to repel the Dementor. That was Harry. He tried twice, and could only produce silver vapour. On his third attempt, he produced his Patronus, which charged down the first Dementor, and then he chased the second one away from his cousin. And then... that is what happened," Mrs Figg finished.

Madam Bones looked down at Mrs Figg in silence. Fudge wasn't looking at her at all, but fidgeting with his papers. Finally, he raised his eyes and said, quite aggressively, "That's what you saw, is it?"

"That is what happened," Mrs Figg said again.

"Very well," Fudge said. "You may go."

Mrs Figg cast a frightened look from Fudge to Dumbledore, than got to her feet and shuffled to the door. I heard it thud shut behind her.

"Not a very convincing witness," Fudge muttered.

"Oh, I don't know," Madam Bones said in her booming voice. "She certainly described the effects of a Dementor attack very accurately. And I can't imagine why she would say they were there if they weren't."

"But Dementors wandering into a Muggle suburb and just happening to come across a wizard?" snorted Fudge. "The odds of that must be very, very unlikely. Even Bagman wouldn't bet-"

"Oh, I don't think any of us believe the Dementors were there by coincidence," Dumbledore said lightly.

The witch sitting to the right of Fudge, with her face in the shadow, moved slightly but everyone else was still and silent.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Fudge barked.

"It means I think they were ordered to Little Whinging," Dumbledore said.

"I think I would know, Dumbledore, if anyone ordered two Dementors to go to Surrey!" Fudge snapped.

"Not if the Dementors are taking orders from someone outside the Ministry of Magic these days," Dumbledore said. "I have already given you my views on the matter, Cornelius."

"Yes, you have," Fudge said forcefully, "and I have every reason to believe that your theories are anything but nonsense, Dumbledore. The Dementors remain in Azkaban and are doing everything we instruct them to do."

"Then," Dumbledore said, "we must ask ourselves why two Dementors were ordered into that alleyway on the second of August." In the complete silence that followed, the witch to Fudge's right moved forward, so that I was able to see her clearly for the first time. And let me tell you, I would have preferred it if she kept her face hidden in the shadows.

The woman looked like a large, overgrown toad. She was rather squat with a broad, flabby face, as little neck as Uncle Vernon, and a very wide, slack mouth. Her eyes were large, round and slightly bulging. Even the little black bow perched on top of her short curly hair made me think of a large fly she was about to catch on her tongue.

"The Chair recognised Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister," Fudge said.

The witch spoke in a fluttery, high-pitched, girlish voice that surprised me. I was expecting a croak.

"I'm sure I misunderstand you, Professor Dumbledore," she said. "So silly of me, but it almost seems for a moment there, you were suggesting that the Ministry of Magic had ordered the attack on his boy and his Muggle cousin!"

I frowned. It almost seemed as if she had difficulty saying the word `Muggle'. Before I could dwell on it much longer, the woman gave a silvery laugh that made the hairs on my neck stand on end. A few of the other members of the Wizengamot were laughing along with her. It was obvious that none of them were actually amused.

"If it is true that the Dementors are taking orders only from inside the Ministry, and it is also true that Harry and his cousin were attacked a week ago by two Dementors, then it follows logically that somebody inside the Ministry of Magic might have ordered the attacks," Dumbledore said politely. "Of course, those two Dementors could have been outside of the Ministry control-"

"There are no Dementors outside Ministry control!" Fudge snapped, his face turning brick red.

Dumbledore inclined his head in a little bow.

"Then undoubtedly the Ministry will be making a full inquiry into why two Dementors were so far away from Azkaban and why they attacked two innocent teenagers without authorisation."

"It is not your job to decide what the Ministry will and will not do, Dumbledore!" Fudge snapped, face now a strange shade of magenta that would have made Uncle Vernon jealous.

"Of course it isn't," Dumbledore said mildly, "I was merely expressing my confidence that this matter will not go uninvestigated."

He glanced at Madam Bones, who stared back at him, frowning.

"I would like to remind everyone that the behaviour of these Dementors, if indeed they are more than a fragment of the boys imagination, is not the subject of this hearing!" said Fudge. "We are here to examine Harry Potter's offences under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery!"

"Of course we are," Dumbledore said, "but the presence of the Dementors in that alley that night is highly relevant. Clause Seven of the Decree states that magic may be used before Muggles in exceptional circumstances, and as those circumstances include situations which threaten the life of the witch or wizard him- or herself, or any witches, wizards or Muggles present at the time-"

"We are all familiar with Clause Seven, thank you!" Fudge snarled.

"Of course you are," Dumbledore said. "Then we are in agreement that Harry's use of the Patronus Charm in these circumstances fall directly under that category of exceptional circumstances that clause describes?"

"If there were actually Dementors, which I doubt."

"You have heard it from an eyewitness," Dumbledore said. "If you still doubt her truthfulness, than call her back, question her again. I doubt she will mind."

"I- that - not -" blustered Fudge, fiddling madly with the papers in front of him. "It's - I want this over with today, Dumbledore!"

"But naturally, you would not care how many times you heard it from an eyewitness, if the alternative was a serious miscarriage of justice," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Serious miscarriage, my hat!" Fudge said at the top of his voice. "Have you ever actually bothered to count up all the ridiculous stories this boy and his friends have come up with, Dumbledore, while trying to cover up his flagrant misuse of magic out of school? I mean, those winged kids, coming from some- some lab in America, where they were experimented on? That is completely ridiculous. Also, I suppose you've forgotten the Hover Charm he used three years ago-"

"That wasn't me, it was a house-elf!" I said before I could stop myself.

"YOU SEE?" Fudge roared, gesturing wildly in my direction. "A house-elf! In a Muggle house! "

"The house-elf in question is currently in the employ of Hogwarts School," Dumbledore said. "I can summon him here in an instant to give you evidence if you wish."

"I - not- I haven't got the time to listen to house-elves! Anyway, that's not the only- he blew up his aunt for heavens sake!" Fudge shouted, banging his fist on the judge's bench and toppling over a bottle of ink.

"And you very kindly did not press charges on that occasion, accepting, I assume, that even the greatest wizards cannot always control their emotions," Dumbledore said calmly as Fudge tried to rub ink off his notes.

"I haven't even started on what he gets up at school."

"But as the Ministry has no authority to punish Hogwarts students for misdemeanours at school, Harry's behaviour there is not relevant to this hearing," Dumbledore said as politely as ever, but now with a suggestion of coolness behind his words.

"Oho!" Fudge said. "None of our business what he does at school, eh? You think so?"

"The Ministry does not have the power to expel Hogwarts students, Cornelius, as I reminded you on the night of the second of August," Dumbledore said. "Nor does it have the right to confiscate wands until charges have been successfully proven; again, as I reminded you on the second of August, in your admirable haste to ensure that the law is upheld, you appear, inadvertently I am sure, to have overlooked a few laws yourself."

"Laws can be changed," Fudge said.

"Of course they can," Dumbledore said, inclining his head. "And you seem to be making many changes, Cornelius. Why, in the few short weeks since I was asked to leave the Wizengamot, it has become the practice to hold a full criminal trial to deal with the simple issue as underage magic?"

A few of the wizards and witches shifted uncomfortably. Fudge turned a slightly deeper shade of purple. The toad woman on his right just stared at Dumbledore, her face expressionless.

"As far as I am aware," Dumbledore continued, "there is no law in place that states that this courts job is to punish Harry for every bit of magic he's ever done. He has been charged with a certain offence, and has presented his defence. All he and I can do now is await your verdict."

Dumbledore put his fingertips together and said no more. Fudge glared at him, clearly furious. I glanced sideways at Dumbledore, trying to get some reassurance, but Dumbledore just continued to look up at the benches where the entire Wizengamot had fallen into urgent, whispered conversations.

I stared down at my feet, feeling my heart thud in my chest. I had thought the hearing would go on for longer. I wasn't quite sure that I had made a good impression. I should have explained more about the Dementors, about how I fell over, or about how both me and Dudley had nearly been kissed...

Twice, I looked up at Fudge and opened my mouth to explain things more, but my mouth was so dry nothing would come out.

Then the whispering stopped. I wanted to lift my head at look at the judges, but I found that it was much easier to just examine my shoelaces.

"Those in favour of clearing the accused of all charges," Madam Bones boomed.

I jerked my head up. There were hands in the air, lots of hands... more than half! Breathing hard, I tried to count how many hands were in the air, but before I could finish, Madam Bones said, "And those in favour of conviction?"

Fudge raised his hand- obviously. And so did half a dozen others, including the witch on his right.

Fugde glanced around at them all, looking as though there was something large stuck in his throat, then lowered his own hand. He took a deep breath, and said in a voice distorted by suppressed rage, "Very well, very well... Cleared of all charges."

"Brilliant," Dumbledore said, springing happily to his feet, pulling out his wand and causing the two armchairs to vanish. "Well, I must be getting along. Good-day to you all."

And without looking at me once, Dumbledore left the courtroom.

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