Chapter 11—Enough is Enough!

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About three days after the contracts were signed and certified by the Goblins Harry and his two betrothed were sitting in the great hall having breakfast. The great doors were thrown open and twenty Auras stormed into the hall and had Harry in magical suppression handcuffs before Harry silverware hit the table.

"What is the meaning of this" shouted McGonagall over the other shouts throughout the hall.

"By order of Minister Fudge and the Wizzgemott Harry James Potter is arrested for the murder of Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott.

"Madam Bones of the DMLE cleared Mr. Potter of all blame in that incident" retorted the Headmistress.

"Madam Bones has been fired for malfeasance of office and Lucius Malfoy has been installed as head of the DMLE.

Harry was dragged off and put into a holding cell at the Ministry. His requests and then demands for an attorney were ignored and the next morning at nine o'clock he was slammed into the chair in court room 10 and secured there with chains.

One look around the court room gave Harry mixed emotions. On one hand he wanted to be afraid that he was here with no support from anyone in the room. Then there was the Wizzgemott, it was packed with every Deatheater that Harry knew and then probably more. It was clear that this was a kangaroo court and any requests on Harry's part would be a waste of breath. They would snap his wand, put him in Azkaban and then sooner or later Voltimort would stroll in and finish off a Dementor ruined Harry. So Harry made a decision and smiled.

"What are you smiling about" demanded Fudge. Harry just kept smiling and gave Fudge the finger.

A few minutes later, Court Room 10…

"The new head of the DMLE, Lucius Malfoy, read the charges and asked how Harry pleaded. He got a smile and the finger.

Harry was just down right surprised that these idiots still thought he had killed these two with a wand; the magical community was just stupid. If it was hard to believe in wand-less magic then you just didn't believe it to be true. Ergo Harry had to have used a wand. Far be it for Harry to try and correct them as they only had one verdict in mind and that was Azkaban.

What surprised Harry was how far they went to convict him, they did a check on his wand for prior spells and it showed the wand had been used for an A-K. That was telling, a conjured piece of wood was now a readable wand?. Harry just shook his head and smiled, with an occasional finger thrown in. While the magical suppression handcuffs suppressed the use of magic Harry had already pick pocketed a key from one of the Auras. A simple stumble getting into the lift with a touch of Goblin magic and Harry was halfway free; let's see if they got him to Azkaban.

With no surprise the Wizzgemott said guilty with a sentence of life in Azkaban. Fudge joyfully snapped the imitation wand with relish. The Auras dragged him out of the court room.

The door to the court room opened a few seconds later to a room full of Wizzgemott members congratulating themselves and with the knowledge that the Dark lord would be happy with them. That was quickly dispelled at the sight of a smiling and waving Harry Potter standing in the doorway. Harry was not waving high, he was casting wand-less spells, it just looked like he was waving hello. First at Fudge, whose face and ears now resembled a jack-ass, and the other spells were general diarrhea and flagellant spells with enhanced magic. The Deatheaters were of course throwing curses but they bounced off Harry's shield and ricocheted around the room. Now while dodging or diving out of the way of ratcheting curses and having bowel movements is not a pleasant afternoon's activity. The adjourning Wizzgemott passed a large number of incapacitated Auras as they raced for the nearest WC which all seemed to be locked.

Harry stepped out of the floe at Potter Manor America to the open arms of his two betrothed girls and their parents. England was in turmoil.

"Oh Harry, what are we going to do?" cried Susan.

"Easy girls it is passed our help or intervention, the Ministry is in Deatheater control and Voltimort is running amuck killing muggles. I don't think this will go unnoticed by the Queens government" Harry answered remorsefully.

Harry was right. It didn't take long before Voltimort learned that a wand is no defense against a Harrier Jet firing rockets or helicopters throwing lead at hundreds of rounds per second. This did not concern Harry for long when one morning soon after arriving at Potter Manor he picked up his yew and oak wand. The second he touched it he disappeared.

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"Hello Harry, the council has issued a recall order on you and elected me to explain what is happening" Death moaned.

"Then I will be going back?"

"No that is part of what is wrong and part of your recall. Have a seat, I'll have tea and some snacks delivered and give you the bad news" Death was not a happy person but he seemed to be down more than last time.

"The council has decided that they have screwed up and you have become a central figure in their plans in the many different dimensions. Your last dimension has totally exploded into a planet civil war and the council thinks that this will spread to the rest of the dimensions. See each dimension is different but very similar. This you will find out in the near future as they appear very happy with you".

"Look you may like it but death is something that I have had enough of, just let me pass on, hell cannot be that bad" Harry was not happy.

"Sorry but that door is forever barred for you. Harry had a super 'Harry Rant'. You and your council can take a flying F…, I don't care, I just start getting a life and possibly some sex and you ass-holes louse it all up. Further, what about the lives of people I leave behind…"

Death just cut off his rant by saying, "You are also not going to like what we do to you next".

"What's that? Harry asked anger now bordering on fear.

"When you enter the next dimension the person there, you, will stop being them and meld with you" Death replied.

"But…"

"Sorry Harry but they will cease to exist with or without your going, only you can help that dimension. Further, this will not be easy as while you will be yourself with all your memories, you be them in age and with memories for a period of time. You do remember why and when you left Pivot drive?"

"Oh Shit!

"So, go with the flow, you are still young and will arrive at a younger age. Just remember you cannot know everything, do everything or never make mistakes. Just follow what you think is right or what you want to do, Fate can only guide you so far and Destiny can only screw up your life so much, enjoy life". Death was turning into a philosopher.

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Albus 'I'm always looking for more middle names' Dumbledore sat in his headmaster office behind his massive desk with the feeling of contentment. His plan was working smoothly. All the silver instruments on the fire-place were puffing, twirling and emitting puffs of smoke. This indicated that his drone was reinforcing the blood wards at Pivot drive, that Harry Potter his drone, was still alive but in a weakened state in his magic. In a few years, this depressed, manipulated child would die for the 'Greater Good'. The Philosophers' Stone in the first year proved a useful test on the end goal Dumbledore had. Harry Potter has proven to be a weak wizard with minimal training even with help. Second year was not part of the plan but had worked out well enough for the 'Greater Good', and the future death of Harry Potter. "This summer Harry would not be allowed to be rescued by the Weasleys and by the time school restarted the boy would be begging me to save him. Ah! Only three more years and Harry would die just before he made seventeen. His wealth and status would be kept from him until he was long gone" Dumbledore mussed aloud, "and as his guardian and administrator all that wealth will be mine".

Yes, the headmaster at Hogwarts was a very content bastard. Now if he could only get his hands on the Basilisk carcass in the chamber of secrets.

There were only a few flies in his ointment. Hermione Granger was sure to report on Harry but she was now more interested in her studies and top of the school position to keep track of Harry Potter. The same was with Ronald Weasley; he was into Quittage and Quittage only so he had no time to run interference for the Headmaster. They were also awakening to the opposite sex. Then there was Harry's constant birthday dream there at Pivot Drive.

An unhappy Harry Potter was just finished weeding the garden. The summer was half over, only a few weeks to go; he had not been rescued from this hellhole like previous years. That Harry Potter flared in a bight light for a few seconds and the new Harry Potter was struggling with almost too many memories of two combined lives. Harry remained on his knees for a long time sorting out his brain, memories and feelings of anger. There was definitely going to be a change in this dimension.