J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter, Bethesda owns the Elder Scrolls, all I own are my thoughts, kind of sad really…
"You're late!" Spoke a cold male voice from within the courtroom.
"I also broke your door, when do we get to the part where I give a flying fuck?" Harry replied as he stood in the middle of the room. Countless faces looked down their noses at him but he just smiled smugly in return. Was that supposed to be intimidating? Compared to Voldemort they were a joke and when compared to Lord Dagon, it was like comparing angels to insects.
"Take your seat Mr Potter and show some respect!" the voice which Harry realized was Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic growled out. The chair in question was one he recognized from the previous year, it was covered in chains which were charmed to restrain any who sat in them Harry would not have that.
"Hmm how bout no…" Harry replied smugly.
"YOU WILL SIT!" Fudge roared.
"Hmm no… you see I have a prior appointment and you are really wasting my time… so get on with it." Harry was still smiling; this had most of the room furious. "Which one of you is presiding?"
Harry looked around the room; he didn't recognize most of the faces but a few he knew, most were Death Eaters he had seen in the graveyard, except Dumbledore who sat in the corner.
"That would be me Potter!" Fudge spat.
"Are you the chief warlock or a representative of the DMLE?" Harry asked politely.
"NO POT-" The Minister tried to scream.
"THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SIT DOWN YOU PONCE!" Harry's shout had most of the room physically stepping back. "Now who here can act in the capacity of overseer of this trial?"
"Mr Potter as the Head of The Department of Magical Law enforcement I can act as overseer of this trial." Amelia Bones was an intimidating woman and very no nonsense.
"Ah! Good then, what are the charges?" Harry was once again polite and congenial.
"The charges, Mr Potter, are one count of illegal use of magic by a minor and another count of using magic in a muggle area. How do you plead Mr Potter?" Madam Bones asked.
"Not guilty on the first count and the second count is invalid on the count of the second count being in remit to the first." Harry replied.
"Take into account the defendant has pleaded not guilty on the first count and remit on the second, Scribe Weasley." Madam bones spoke, Harry had just noticed that Percy Weasley was indeed the scribe. "You may present your evidence Mr Potter."
"Madam Bones, I think you have our roles confused, it's innocent until proven guilty, not guilty until proven otherwise." Harry was not amused, what was she playing at?
"Mr Potter, you have a prior record!" Madam Bones had raised an eyebrow in annoyance. It seemed that Harry had to teach someone their place.
"Show me the record then, I have yet to see anything except a bunch of bungling politicians trying to make themselves known by falsely accusing a public figure." Harry's eyes were a glow. Alright, no more Mr Nice Guy.
"Mr Potter we have on account-" Madam Bones began.
"You have nothing, on the other hand I have one of your Aurors." Tonks smiled and waved. "Of whom is willing to swear that she was the one to cast the spell I'm being accused of and enough evidence in that chest to sink the ministry in the eyes of the public… try me please, I'll enjoy dancing on the ashes of the ministry after the public storms the building…" Harry was glaring across the room, the people that been looking down at him were shuffling in their seats, was this kid telling the truth? "So here is how this is going to go, you bring out those records that you apparently have, if their real, and I'll know if there not, then I'm guilty and that's that but if there are no records or the ones you bring are forged… I open that trunk, and fuck Voldemort; I will destroy this ministry faster than the dark fuckwit ever dreamed!"
Meanwhile the reporters were in frenzy not only had Harry Potter blackmailed the Wizengamot but they were meeting his demands! Madam Bones wasted no time in calling for the report; it took only five minutes of Harry staring down each of the members of the Wizengamot for the report to arrive.
"Madam Bones!" Percy Weasley handed the document to the witch looking as if someone had just killed his puppy.
"There are… no records of Mr Potter using any spell illegally or otherwise in the summer of 1995…" Madam Bones was shocked, seemed that one of the stooges forgot to hand her the memo.
"So… that's charges dropped right?" Harry spoke smugly.
"Yes, Mr Potter, all charges dropped… case dismissed…" Madam Bones spoke.
"Not quite Madam." Harry spoke once again. "I will be pressing charges against the ministry of magic… on the account of attempted murder."
The whole room was in uproar, attempted murder! The shouting was cut off by a noise maker spell on behalf of Dumbledore.
"Mr Potter, that is enough you will not be-"it was the first sentence Dumbledore tried to speak and Harry would not allow him to finish.
"Actually Dumbledore, I will be… now Madam Bones, continue!" Harry's smile had returned a hundred fold.
"Mr Potter what proof do you have?" Madam Bones was sweating.
"First Madam, would you say the Dementors were under the complete control of the ministry of magic?" Harry asked.
"Of course they are Potter, anyone with half a mind knows that!" spoke a toad like woman who had been sitting on the right of Fudge,
"And who might you be Madam?" Harry asked once again the epitome of well mannered.
"I am Delores Umbridge Senior-Undersecretary of the Minister of-" she was cut off, Harry really liked doing that.
"I asked your name not your life story you dumb bitch!" Harry snarled at the now embarrassed woman. "Now as Umbitch said, firmly under ministry control… then explain what this was doing in Surrey!"
Harry kicked over the trunk releasing the Dementor gaged and bound inside, many in the room screamed and a fair amount went to the door trying to escape.
"I don't think they realize that it hasn't moved if it weren't for the rasp and that cold feeling I wouldn't even know if it were alive…" Tonks stage whispered to Harry. The ones that had run returned to their seats looking sheepish and a fair few had gal to try and seemed as if they were composed despite them being frightened out of their minds only seconds earlier.
"MR POTTER!" Madam Bones screamed out once a semblance of normalcy had returned though those closer to the Dementor were still trying to back away.
"I'm waiting for an explanation Madam, no matter how you look at this… your ministry is sunk… on one hand you have a rogue Dementor or… or on the other hand you have a minister trying to assassinate someone who was speaking out…" Harry stopped he knew who would respond, just as planned.
"POTTER YOUR DELUSIONS WILL NOT STAND IN THIS COURTROOM!" Fudge screamed his face turning purple in the face. "HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED HAS-"
"RETURNED!" Harry roared back vehemently. "And you'd rather silence me then admit the truth!"
"PROOF POTTER! YOU HAVE NONE-"
"THEN WHY TRY AND KILL ME!" Harry yelled over him.
"BECAUSE YOU WERE A THREAT To my ministry…" Oops, Fudge had the stupidity to look abashed when Madam Bones stunned him, and proceeded to stun Delores Umbridge who had risen in Fudges defence. Harry was chuckling a cruel menacing chuckle as Fudge was dragged away.
"That's a confession… isn't it?" Harry's chuckle turned into a laugh as Bones nodded her head a mixture of shock and betrayal on her face.
"Mr Potter… Do you have any idea what you've done?" Albus Dumbledore had a look of dread on his face trying to guilt the boy; he knew he had failed instantly when instead of looking glum the weapon smiled up at him with that terrifying killing curse gaze before shifting that gaze to the rest of the room.
"You fools..." Harry began, the room which had been rumbling with conversation went silent as Harry spoke. "Chose to ignore my warning, and now you wait to watch you world burn… consider this my matter resolved, you chose to ignore me… so I will ignore you… you are on your own… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord has come and you hath scorned him… he has found the power that the Dark Lord knows not and when wielding it can bring the entirety of your putrid world to its knees… until the Wizarding World burns… and the Magical World rises from its ashes… you are on you own."
Harry with Nymphadora walking behind him, left a room full of terrified politicians, a trussed up Dementor and a geriatric Headmaster on the verge of a heart attack, he knew there was a joke in their somewhere.