A/N: The list of the Celtic Gods and Goddesses can be found at wintergrovecoven. tripod deities .html – but, as Morgana and Merlin are listed as deities there and The Morrigan was listed as the Goddess of Magic instead in the fanfiction by GenkaiFan that I referenced, I am taking artistic license. For any Gods and Goddesses that are offended – I apologize. For any Celts that are offended – sorry. For anyone who wants to nitpick – it's a STORY – get over it.

Harry nodded and stood. With permission, he pulled his wand. "I, Harry James Potter, give oath upon my magic that the memories I shall put forward during this session shall be accurate and unaltered, and only reduced in length to prevent the privacy of another form being violated if I deem it necessary. I shall explain if this is the case. So Mote it Be!"

Dumbledore sat down. The Wizengamot was too curious to allow the use of this new Pensieve to be prevented.

This would be a long day for Dumbledore and it was just getting started.

Under supervision, Harry removed the memory of his arrival and played it for the audience. It began with Harry Potter's cry and ended with Harry's conjuring of the Pensieve to show the memory.

"And what was Mr. Dumbledore's response to the memory we just saw?"

"Well, immediately the young girl's father, Monsieur Delacour, started upbraiding the former Headmaster for his placing his daughter in the lake in violation of the Atlantis Accords. When Mr. Dumbledore began lacing compulsion charms into his voice when trying to calm him down, I acted by disabling and tying him up. I then demanded that the Deputy Headmistress call the DMLE as there were crimes involved having international relevance. Monsieur Delacour is, after all, the Deputy Minister for Magic of France. When the Defense Professor tried to interfere, I repeated my actions. I allowed the Ministry Officials, champions, visiting Heads, and the Champions' Heads of House to approach."

"After identifying myself to the satisfaction of those present – with a few irrelevant interactions included – we proceeded when the Director of the DMLE arrived, beginning with proving that the Defense Teacher was a Death Eater using Polyjuice Potion."

"What else was found during this initial investigation?" Madam Bones asked.

"The Death Eater was a thought to be dead former resident of Azkaban. He had cursed the French Champion so as to prevent her from retrieving her sister, allowing the Merpeople to prevent her from being retrieved during the first hour, opening her to attack by them due to violation of the Atlantis Accords."

Dumbledore demanded attention and he was allowed to speak. "So the threat to the hostage was not of my making but that of a disguised criminal?"

He looked to Madam Bones who nodded for him to answer. "Yes – and no. Ms. Delacour's participation was according to the contract and the Mer Colony had already allowed for the contest to take place. Barty Crouch Junior was responsible for her failure to retrieve the hostage, yes.

"However, the involvement of the innocent sister was your part in this. Even over the specific protest of Percy Weasley, who was representing the Ministry, even with him citing the Atlantis Accords, and the concerns of Madam Maxime, you decided to use the underage and innocent girl. While you may have prevented any retaliation to the Champion, you opened the door to harm to the second Delacour sister."

"Did not the clue given to the champions name their most loved item as the item placed? And did not Ms. Delacour's sister qualify?"

"The clue also stated that after an hour, the item would be gone forever. So by that logic, you intended for an innocent to be allowed to be killed?"

"That was artistic license! There was no harm to come to the hostages." Dumbledore then shut up, realizing he had talked himself into a corner. If the note was embellished, than "most precious" could be something else as well. If the note was literal, he had endangered innocents without approval for their guardians.

Amelia Bones recognized that Dumbledore wouldn't go further on that road and went back to questioning the Traveler. "Why did you have Harry Potter take the Headmaster's wand?" There were shouts of outrage around the room.

"Because it is a family heirloom and rightfully belonged to whomever was the last of the Peverell blood. As of 31 October 1981, that was Harry Potter."

That stifled comment from the Wizengamot. Heirlooms was one matter that the Wizengamot tried to interfere with. Lucius Malfoy stood. "And there is proof?"

The Traveler nodded. "Yes. That came later." The Traveler considered that. "Although perhaps it would be better for those who might jump to conclusions to see the proof now." He gave a smirk to Dumbledore. "What Mr. Malfoy has guessed and not said was that the wand now in Harry Potter's possession is widely known as the Deathstick, Wand of Destiny, and a few other names." Muttering. "If has been stolen over the centuries by one wizard or another from the previous owner. Lest anyone get the idea that they might earn it now by killing him, I will provide another memory. This was what happened when Harry reclaimed the Resurrection Stone as a Family Heirloom. Those familiar with the Tales of Beetle the Bard might assume that if he had the Cloak – which he does as it came to him as an inheritance from his father, that he is now Master of Death. You might be interested to learn if that is true or not."

Harry dropped the memory into the Pensieve and Amelia played it. Dumbledore was not firmly fixed on this as he had been searching for years. When Death appeared, there were cries of shock and fear.

When it finished, there was silence around the chambers. Harry Potter, Traveler, commented, "If someone wants to try to take it from Harry, I am certain that Death might have a comment or two for them regarding taking what is now claimed by Him. Unless someone feels they wish to challenge Death?"

The Traveler was amused that none seemed ready to make that challenge.

Amelia decided it was time to move on. "There were other charges which you proffered as regards Mr. Dumbledore. What were these?"

"After things were resolved as regards the prisoners and the tasks, I attempted to remove an enchantment from my counterpart – the memory you just saw finished it. The reason that was necessary was because the Headmaster, in his infinite wisdom, decided that it was proper to lock a piece of Tom Riddle's soul, also known as Voldemort, into the scar on Harry's head. Thus ensuring that Riddle could not be defeated until Harry Potter died – if I had not directed him as I did. This is a part of the magic that Herpo the Foul was infamous for and it has been illegal since then. Also, when Mr. Dumbledore attempted to flee using his phoenix, I recognized that it was under a dark binging very much like the Imperius Curse. I prevented the man from escaping and cleaned the curse. I then demanded he face trial for his actions."

"How do you know the phoenix was controlled?" Amelia asked.

"He told me."

"How? Do you understand phoenix?"

"I can demonstrate."

"Do so."

Upon his place at the witness seat, Harry changed to his animagus form. Lifting his wings, he cried out into the chambers. It was interesting who looked happy and who looked uncomfortable. He changed back.

"I am done with this witness. Perhaps Defense might want to question him?" Amelia retreated.

Dumbledore stood. "Not at this time. But I reserve the right to recall him."

The Traveler shrugged and vacated the chair set aside for the witnesses to testify.

Monsieur Delacour testified as to what he had seen. He also testified that he had not given permission to use his daughter as a hostage.

A visitor from the ICW testified as to the report received and what actions the ICW had taken. The report of the sanctions against the Mer Colony for violating the spirit of the agreement if not the precise wording did help the Headmaster's case that he was not acting outside of what was agreed to.

The Headmaster did refute the testimony regarding the dabbling in Dark magics by clarifying the exact forbidden magics and pointing out that he did not actually create a horcrux – his attempt was to prevent the piece of soul from taking over the boy.

At this, the Traveler protested. "As perhaps the leading expert on horcruxes – or at least those created by Tom Marvolo Riddle, I would ask on what basis Mr. Dumbledore came to this conclusion. I would also ask where he learned to bind a piece of soul in place."

Madam Bones agreed and posed the first question. "On what basis did you act? Are you a recognized expert in Soul Magics? Or did you consult one or more?"

"In trying to understand the dangers of Tom Riddle, I studied extensively into what rituals might be available to him which would allow him to survive body death. I learned of horcruxes. Locking it in place was the only option. It might have possessed someone else if it got away."

"And where did you learn to lock it."

"In the book which described horcruxes, as you suspect. But it was not a horcrux I created."

Harry shook his head. "He's sitting there saying he encountered something that was not a horcrux, he used spells from the books on how to create a horcrux, without outside interference it would require that my alternate die, and he says it's not a horcrux? I'd like to demand he be forced to submit to truth serum to find out exactly what he was trying to do."

Dumbledore's salvation came from the most unlikely source. Lucius Malfoy stood and was recognized. "Unfortunately, even though Mr. Dumbledore is not a pureblood, as a holder of an Order of Merlin First Class, he enjoys every protection. It is illegal to force a pureblood to submit to Veritaserum testimony."

The Traveler looked at Lucius incredulously. "You are a brave man, Malfoy. To so casually rebel against the words of the Gods, even if your family might be cursed."

There were cries of protests around the room. Most (who had no idea what he was talking about) were crying out for some penalty against the man. Those who knew suddenly realized the significance of what happened at Hogwarts.

Amelia Bones finally got the chamber settled down. "What exactly are you talking about, Mr. Potter?"

"This chamber is aware that Hogwarts just witnessed the visit of not one but three Gods and Goddesses, right?"

There was some confusion in the room. "Perhaps you can show your memory of what you speak of."

The Traveler nodded. "The chamber is aware of The Morrigan?"

Dumbledore protested. "Why would we concern ourselves with such a Dark creature as the Morrigan?"

Suddenly, much support for the Headmaster slipped away. "For those who don't know, much as Hecate was the Greek Goddess of Magic, The Morrigan is recognized as the Celtic Goddess of Magic. Hogwarts saw a visit from her as regards another matter, a matter of justice. However, the final words she spoke might interest the chamber."

Harry dropped the memory into the Pensieve and allowed it to play. Some who had children among those that had created difficulties for Luna Lovegood were appalled at what had happened – and thankful that they had avoided The Morrigan's displeasure. One was better off not experiencing a Goddesses dislike.

Dumbledore was horrified. His careful work to remove the influence of any traditional influence was wrecked by just this one visit. He had long felt that worshipping the Gods was for the unenlightened. Calling them Dark had been his solution.

The Chamber, just as Hogwarts had been, was shocked by the Muggleborn asking the Deity the question she had. The Goddesses answer floored them.

The final call from the remaining God left them speechless.

"You are the Goddess of Magic and all who wield it are beholden to You for Your gift to us. And we thank You for it." The Morrigan smiled and nodded regally. "My question if I may is: Do you have any opinion as regards any difference between those who have magic who come from parents with magic compared to those of us with magic who come from parents who do not, apparently, have Your gift?"

There were gasps in the hall. The Purebloods were shocked at the audacity of this girl. Those who didn't have an opinion were curious. And those who were muggleborn really wanted to know.

The Morrigan smiled. "No. Any who bears My gift descends from others who bore it before. At times My gift leaves due to poor breeding, damage to a pregnant mother, or a curse cast upon a family by Myself or another, Mortal or Divine. When the blood is sufficiently cleansed, My gift returns to the line. But it matters not. All who wield magic do so at My whim and at My aegis. My Blessings are for all who wield My gift well. Those who claim a right to magic beyond others and work to deny the gift to those I have Blessed I find repugnant. If they should fail to learn the errors of their ways, I often curse their line to lose My gift until they learn better. Any child who bears magic is one of My children. Even if they are also claimed by others." She said this last with amusement as she pointed to the Weasley twins.

Hermione gave a deep curtsy. "I thank you for your wisdom and forbearance, Great Lady."

The Morrigan added one more comment. "Harry, of House Potter."

Harry stood nervously. "Your Divine Grace?"

"Send quickly the remaining parts of that fool, Tom Riddle, who calls himself Lord Voldemort, to my son, Death. I would see him pay for his presumption and for the crimes against My children."

Harry bowed. "I and others work to ensure it will be done within the next two days. It will be as you demand, Great Lady." The Morrigan nodded, pleased.

Finally Dwyn spoke, "Amelia, of House Bones!"

The Director of the DMLE curtsied. "Your Divine Grace."

Dwyn raised his voice. "PADFOOT MY SON! Come forth!"

Out of a hidden area behind a tapestry, a large dog which appeared to be a Grim came out. He changed to Sirius Black. The Hall gasped.

"My son, Sirius of House Black is falsely accused! He is under My protection! My Cousin and I await Justice being properly applied and the true criminal held in judgment for the crimes committed against one of Mine."

Amelia curtsied and replied, "I shall do my best, Great Lord."

Harry said, "As the Great Lady of the Night said: 'Those who claim a right to magic beyond others and work to deny the gift to those I have Blessed, I find repugnant. If they should fail to learn the errors of their ways, I often curse their line to lose My gift until they learn better.' So, Lord of the House of Malfoy: Do you claim some right to magic beyond other magic users, such as Muggleborns or even half-humans? I am certain the Goddess of Magic is quite interested in your answer."

Lucius Malfoy's face was a study in shock and fear. His hair mixed with his pasty-white look almost made him look like a ghost. He shook his head and withdrew his objection.

None of the other Dark families were interested in taking up the objection. No matter how secure they were in their beliefs, one did not lightly cross a Goddess – especially the Morrigan. She was not known as a forgiving sort.

And so, despite his protests, Albus Dumbledore was put under Veritaserum.

"What is your name?"

"Albus Percival Dumbledore."

Curious, Amelia asked, "Then why do you go by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore?"

"To make my name more impressive and to ensure that any agreement that I sign is not magically binding as the name used is not valid."

The room was shocked.

"Did you use Forbidden Magics to bind a portion of soul to Harry James Potter?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"To ensure he died fighting Tom Riddle. This would allow the Prophecy to be fulfilled and open the door to me defeating Voldemort and thus claiming the glory."

"Why would you do this?"

"To ensure the vision that I and my lover Gellert had regarding Magical society comes to fruition. The Greater Good requires those who are lesser to be kept ignorant and pliable. Harry Potter was too powerful to allow to grow to his full potential."

Harry Traveler asked permission to ask some questions and Amelia Bones, shellshocked at the answers already received, allowed it.

"Do you have any allies who are in full agreement with your aims?"

"No. No one besides Gellert and myself have enough vision to understand."

"Do you have unwitting allies?"

"Several."

"How do you ensure their cooperation?"

"Alchemy, spells, magical oaths, and other means. No one can be allowed to be free from control."

"Was Lord Voldermort a product of your planning?"

"No."

"Did you allow him to operate without interfering?"

"Yes."

"Why did you not stop him?"

"He was useful."

"How was Voldemort useful to you?"

"He controlled the Dark families, killed off those who were 'Light' who did not agree with my methods, and ensured that Muggleborns who were too powerful were killed. Once he was sufficiently in control, I would defeat him and ensure my own control over Magical society."

"What stopped you?"

"A true prophecy about who would have the power to vanquish Voldemort and, therefore, me."

"Who was the Prophecy about and what did you do as a result?"

"Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom. When Potter lived and Voldemort was temporarily banished, I knew that it was Potter and not Longbottom that was the true threat. After binging Longbottom's magic and ensuring his parents were out of the way, I ignored him further. I have worked to weaken Potter until he is easily killed."

"Are the negative effects reversible?"

"The Goblins can reverse the magical blocks on both boys. A flushing draft by an Alchemy Master would clear the potions that are present. A Master Legilemens could break the mental blocks I placed on each boy."

"Where can the flushing potions you just mentioned be found?"

"In my quarters in Hogwarts. In a cabinet below my bed there are potions to remove the potions for emergency uses as well as potions to heal the Longbottoms if their presence would be useful for my plans."

Harry had one more question. "Why does the Veritaserum work on you when I am certain that you could prevent its effects if you tried?"

"Because I was one day away from the next dose of the potion which would negate the effects. Because I was incarcerated, I could not take it and because the bindings I placed on Fawkes were reversed, I could not force the damn bird to bring the dose to me. I planned on denying permission to use Veritaserum under the law as stated by Malfoy."

"So it was just chance that you are currently vulnerable?"

"Yes. Although I am certain that there is some higher power at work because it should have been impossible for all of my backup plans to be made ineffective all at once."

Harry ceded the floor back to Amelia.

Amelia asked a few more questions about Black, Pettigrew, Crouch Junior, and Voldemort. The answers horrified everyone in the room – Dark, Light, Neutral.

Using terms that are more widely understood than most: The Wise and Noble image that Dumbledore had spent years creating was well and thoroughly destroyed and Albus Dumbledore was, in a word, fucked.