Chapter 7: Trials and tribulations

A/N: Don't own Harry Potter

"Alright, class dismissed" Albus Dumbledore said to his class. Everyone got up and started to leave until, "Wait, Harry why don't you stay behind?"

Harry sighed in frustration. He went over to the very old fool. "Well what do you want? I have other things to do"

"There's no need for that kind of attitude, Harry. I just needed to tell you that you are needed in my office on tonight for some extra classes for sixth year" said Dumbledore.

"No" Harry said immediately.

"Excuse me? What did you say?" asked Dumbledore.

"You heard me loud and clear, old man, I'm not interested in these classes" Harry said naturally.

"Harry, you need to catch up on your sixth year education. While your teachers are informing you are doing very well in your classes, you will never pass NEWTs without sixth year knowledge. And besides, I really want to tell you something very important. It will help you in Defeating Voldemort" explained Dumbledore.

"Well to be honest old man, I don't care about sixth year lessons , nor do I care about Voldemort, as far as I'm concerned about him, you can kill him yourself, because I certainly won't" said Harry.

"But Harry, the prophecy!" exclaimed Dumbledore.

"You mean the prophecy that Trelawney made. The foolish old Woman that was never right about any prediction in her life?" questioned Harry. "And weren't you the one who wanted locked me up in Azkaban? If the prophecy was true, why would you want the only person that could defeat Voldemort in Azkaban to rot?" Harry questioned.

"Harry, while professor Trelawney is not the best Divination teacher, she is capable of making a true prediction. And I am really getting frustrated with your attitude; in fact, Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley have told me that you put a ward on their owls to prevent them from delivering your birthday presents and killed them. Is that true?" asked Dumbledore, hoping it wasn't.

"Why yes, it is true, every single word of it" Harry said.

"Harry! You can't kill a student's pet! They need those owls to deliver letters! Now they have to walk back and forth from the owlery and the castle just to deliver a letter!" Dumbledore exclaimed.

Harry shrugged. "Whatever, I don't care, now they know how it feels to lose an owl"

Dumbledore suddenly frowned in sadness. He couldn't help but feel sad for the boy. While he didn't like Harry killing innocent owls, he also didn't like the fact that the Weasley twins killing a beautiful, smart, snowy owl that previously belonged to him.

"And besides, Weasley needs the exercise, now that I look at his stomach." Harry said cheekily. "Now if we're done here, I would like to leave"

"Harry, you will not leave, you have to take my classes" Dumbledore practically yelled.

"Oh and what are you going to do if I don't? Give me detention? I won't show up. Expel me? Fine, go ahead, I welcome it" Harry retorted.

"Harry we both know I will not expel you" Dumbledore said. "If you don't want to take my classes, fine, but I will not expel you. Not again. I swore to make it up to you in any way I can, and I will."

"Then give me my godfather back, give me my parents back, give me back Hedwig" Harry said.

"Harry, I'm not God, I can't bring people back from the dead." Dumbledore said.

"Then there is nothing you can do to make it up to me, not one thing, now I will leave right now and there is nothing you can say or do to stop me, now goodbye professor." Harry said, leaving the room.

Dumbledore sighed; it seemed that this is not going out as well as he had planned. He had to find a way to make it up to Harry, or he'll lose him forever.

Harry made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. He gave the password and went inside. The first thing he saw was a black owl with a ministry letter. He grabbed the letter from the owl. The front of the letter said,

Lord Harry James Potter

Gryffindor common room

Harry opened the envelope and took out a letter from Bones.

Dear Lord Harry Potter,

I'm not pleased in doing this whatsoever, but I'm afraid that I have no choice. I have sent letters to all of the people on your list to gather to ministry courtroom number 5 on Sunday at 10 AM, along with you.

While burning old possessions is not good enough to be sent to Azkaban, they will be fined an amount of galleons, depending on how much each of your possessions, for their crimes

Sincerely,

Amelia Bones, head of the DMLE.

Harry smirked; they will finally get what they deserved after what they did.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" yelled a voice he knew too well.

Harry turned around to find an angry Hermione Granger and a shocked Ronald and Ginny Weasley.

"What in the world is this?" Asked the know it all, who held up a court notice.

"It's a notice for you to be at the ministry to be prosecuted for your crimes" Harry said slowly.

"Don't get cheeky with me, Harry!" Hermione said sternly. "Why are you doing this to us?"

"Oh you know perfectly well why" Harry said. "You all burned everything I owned. My map, my Firebolt, my cloak, even my photo album. How dare all of you do that to me? You had absolutely no right. That cloak belonged to my father, which belonged to his father, and so on. That map was made by made dad, Sirius and Remus. The firebolt, I loved it because it was a gift by my godfather, not because it was so valuable. And let's not forget my photo album. Those were the only things left I had to remember my parents and you burn them with your brothers forcing my eyes open so I would have to watch it. While I watched the photos of my parents laughing and waving at me burn, I realized that I wanted to die. I wanted to die where I stood right there, and it's all because of you all. I want to kill you all, but what good would that do? I'll do something worse, way worse. I will make you feel exactly the way I did that day, and don't you think that this court notice is the end, oh no. Now get out of my sight"

Hermione's eyes were swelling with tears, along with Ginny. Even Ron was tearing up a bit. They left the room.

Harry glared at the door in which they left, a few minutes later he went to write a letter to Remus about helping him with his case. He used an owl for the owlery.

When Harry came back from the owlery, McGonagall and Dumbledore were there waiting for him.

"Mr. Potter, we would like to speak with you" McGonagall said. "Come to my office"

Harry rolled his eyes and followed the two old wizards. When they reached McGonagall's office, Dumbledore told Harry to sit down.

"So what the hell is this about? I don't have time for this" Harry said, angrily.

"Watch your mouth, Mr. Potter, we would like to know why you ordered Ms. Granger, Ms. Patil, Ms. Brown and Mr. and Ms. Weasley to a court case?" McGonagall asked.

"They burned all my prized possessions, with no right, that's Destruction to personal property" Harry said.

"But Mr. Potter, they are your friends, and I daresay Ms. Weasley could even be more" Dumbledore said.

"Ok, let's get a few things clear, you old fart: they are NOT my friends, and I would NEVER date any of those weasels and they deserve everything that's coming to them" Harry told him sternly, worthy of McGonagall.

"Mr. Potter please treats the headmaster with respect. And please do not talk to us like that. Now I'm sure there is another way you and the students can settle this." McGonagall said.

"No there is not" Harry said back. "I watched the burning and felt my heart break in two, that is unforgivable and I will not just stand by and let them get away with it"

McGonagall and Dumbledore turned around and silently talked for a moment. They turned around. "Alright, Mr. Potter, we realize that there is no stopping you from doing this, but we will be defending the defendants"

Harry shrugged. "That's fine with me, but be aware I have a strong prosecutor of my own. Well it's getting late, I'd better get to bed, important day tomorrow"

With that he left the room. McGonagall turned to Dumbledore. "Albus, are you certain that we will be able to defend the students?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Of course, Minerva, I am certain that we will give a strong defense and protect our students"

McGonagall nodded. "Alright, but we will need to practice our defense."

"It's a Hogsmeade day tomorrow, so we will have plenty of time." Dumbledore said.

Meanwhile back with Harry, he was preparing for his Hogsmeade date with Daphne and Tracey. He wasn't going to wear anything fancy, just casual. During breakfast, he'll slip his liquid luck into his pumpkin juice, and he'll have enough luck for the whole date.

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