Here's the next chapter. I'm probably going to do one more after this, but maybe more. tell me what you think I should do.

Oh, and I had a lot of trouble writing this one, but I've been meaning to for a while!

And this chapter isn't very 'feely', sorry. It's a justice chapter! I guess, sort of...

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They sit squished together on the St Mungo's bed. She is propped up by pillows, above the covers, he is lying down, the white sheets tucked under his chin, hand slung carelessly around her waist.

His eyes are shut tightly, a soft snore emitting from his chest.

Her eyes are wide, drinking him in.

'I love you,' she whispers, though she knows he won't hear.

Harry grunted sleepily and slurs out a reply; 'I love you too.' was just barely comprehensible in his drug-addled voice, but it was good enough for Ginny Weasley.

'Get some sleep.' She coos, but Harry cracks an eye open.

'You get some sleep, Ginny. You've been up this whole time. When was the last time you slept?'

'I napped after lunch!' she insists adamantly, 'and I'm just worried about you! You could wake up in a lot of pain with everyone asleep,' her voice softens considerably, 'and if I know you, you won't want to wake anyone up for your problems.'

'True.' He admits, 'but you need to sleep.'

Ginny stifles a yawn, and sighs in defeat. 'Fine, I'll sleep. But wake me as soon as you're up.'

Harry nods as his eyelids droop shut.

XXX

'You'll never guess.' Laughs Harry, sitting at the Leaky Cauldron a week later.

'We're not guessing, Harry, just tell us!' Hermione says, as Ron and Ginny nod their agreement.

'Fine,' relents Harry as Teddy, who is sat on his lap, coos and turns his hair green.

'Gween!' he shrieks, 'me gween!'

'Yeah Teddy, just like your mama.'

Teddy looks at him for a moment in confusion, 'my mama gween?'

'No, but she could change colours like you.' Explains Harry.

'Oh.' Teddy distracts himself by changing his foot size.

'Anyways, in two days, it's Umbridge's trial! I get to be there!'

'What? Lucky git, I want to come.'

'I think you can. I'm witnessing, because of my hand and the run-in at the Ministry.'

'Ooh, can I come?' asks an excited Ginny, 'I'd love to see justice be served to the old hag! What's she on trial for?'

'Cruelty to muggles and muggle-borns, illegal use of the Blood Quill, the Cruciatus thing, and some other stuff. Oh, and raiding a dead body. Or I hope she's on trial for that…'

Teddy hiccoughs loudly, 'Harry'- he could now say his God-father's name- 'doesn' wike Umbige.' He squeals, 'Harry and his fwiends don't wike de hag.'

Harry's eyes widen in panic whilst Ron snickers loudly. 'Ron, have more sense!' whispers Hermione, her tone laced with irritation.

'No! Teddy, she's not a hag, well she is…'

'Harry, not helping much,' hisses Hermione.

'Right. Teddy, don't call Miss Umbridge a hag, it isn't kind. As a matter of fact, don't call anyone a hag. Your grandma won't like it much.'

'Gwandmama be sad?' asks Teddy anxiously, his eyes brimming with tears.

'No, she won't be sad. But she will be very angry with me. And you don't want to get me in trouble, do you?'

'No.' Teddy agrees, looking far more relaxed.

'Good kid.'

XXX

'Dolores Umbridge is on trial today for cruelty to muggles and muggle-borns as well as illegal use of the Blood Quill and attempting to perform the Cruciatus Curse on a student.' An audible gasp runs through the audience; not many knew of the Blood Quill or Cruciatus ordeals.

'Now, calling up our first witness, Harry James Potter.'

Harry walks forward, and puts a hand on Merlin's Hat.

'Do you swear to tell the truth, only the truth, and nothing but the truth?'

'Yes.'

'Proceed.'

Harry walks towards a chair and settles down, smiling sweetly at the chained up Umbridge.

Taste of her own medicine, he thinks triumphantly, still grinning at her.

'Tell us, Harry Potter, about your time with Umbridge in Hogwarts.'

'Of course. Umbridge was my Defense against the Dark Arts professor, and when she gave me detentions, she forced me to use a Blood quill to write I must not tell lies over and over on my hand.'

He raises a hand to show the scars, 'Doubt it'll ever fade.' He muttered.

'Additionally, when she thought I was communicating with a fugitive she thought she'd use the Cruciatus Curse to "Loosen my tongue". If it weren't for Hermione's quick thinking, she definitely would have.'

He beams at his friend in the audience, who is blushing at the admiring looks from others.

'And what do you, Dolores Umbridge, have to say for yourself?'

Umbridge smirks at Harry with a victorious air, 'I was given permission by Cornelius'- she laughs softly- 'that is the Minister to use any means to get information. I tried Veritaserum, but it had no effect.'

'And you were authorized to do so?'

'Of course.'

'And Fudge gave you permission to use a Blood Quill?'

Umbridge stalls, and finally replies, 'Yes.'

'I'm not sure I believe this,' answers the judge, 'Not even Fudge would allow such a thing. And I daresay he wouldn't give permission to use the Cruciatus.'

Umbridge pales slightly but her sickly smile stays in place, 'you can't really ask him, can you?' she asks, 'And he did give permission to use the Cruciatus.'

'Liar,' interjects Harry quietly, all eyes turn to him. 'You specifically said that what Fudge didn't kno wouldn't hurt him before preparing to use the Unforgivable. Come on, Umbridge, you must not tell lies.'

All colour remaining in the toad face drains away.

'All right,' the judge says briskly, 'that is settled, but Harry, one more question: Did you happen to see any crime against Muggle-borns?'

'Yes, your honour. We broke into the Ministry to get a horcrux- that Umbridge just so happened to be wearing-' he adds, anything to make the case against Umbridge stronger, 'and we saw her interrogating Muggle-borns about who the stole their wands from. She had Dementor's around and I believe some got the Kiss, others were locked in Azkaban and a variety had the Cruciatus Curse put on them by Umbridge to get them to speak.'

Whimpers and shrieks run through the stadium at the thought of the Dementor's Kiss.

'That will be all. Thank you. You may return to your seat.'

'Thank you.'

XXX

'She's been convicted!' screams Ginny, running forward and planting a kiss on Harry's lips.

'I know, Gin, I was there.' He replies, leaning into another kiss.

'Harry, I said I was all right with it, but please, stop snogging my sister in public!'

'Fine.' He laughs, pulling away.

'By the way, Christmas is coming.'

'I know.' Ron responds, leaning in to Harry's ear.

'We'll ave the stone finished by then!' he whispers softly, Hermione just has to finish a few more calculations to make that last spell and I think I found a spell to limit it to three times per 365 days.'

'That's great!' he hisses back as Ginny looks over curiously, 'We'll meet in the lab tomorrow.'

'What are you guys whispering about?' asks an aggravated Ginny.

When no one answers, she grumbles, 'Boys,' as she walks away.

'Uh oh, Harry. You've got her angry. Best apologize, and soon. She once gave Bill the silent treatment for two weeks!'

'Right.' Cries Harry, who still had very little idea as to how to have a girlfriend, and races off in the direction of the Weasley girl.

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