DM'S DIARY

A.N

This is a simple chapter following what happened at the end of the last chapter. The next chapter will sadly be the epilogue to this story, where I'll cover any last things, and set up the next book. Hope you enjoy.

-DTS

R&R

CHAPTER XXI: THE LORD COMES TO COURT

Wizengamot Court, Ministry of Magic, Wizarding Britain

(December 31st, 1992.)

"Hello everyone, I apologize for this sudden meeting, I know the holidays mean so much to all of you." Albus Dumbledore, Chief Warlock of The Wizengamot said insincerely, attempting to calm the minds of his fellows.
"Chief Warlock, what is the meaning of this meeting? I was spending the night with my family." Madam Amelia Bones asked, wondering why she had even been called to the meeting. While her family held a seat upon the Council, it was by no means important. She knew that she was there for a reason, and she knew that something important was going to be proposed, as it seems they will need every available vote…

"I've called the council together to discuss the latest addition to our group, Lord Hadrian Potter. When I was not present, and he was to be brought in for murder, he waltzed in here and demanded his place among us. We must show him that the Wizengamot is no place for children, and that he should focus his much needed time on schoolwork." Dumbledore said, idiocy and a superior attitude making up his argument.

At his mention of Hadrian's forced addition to the Wizengamot, the more irritable of the group began shouting anger for the boy. He had come in, and downright told each of them he was a member, and that they couldn't not let him in.

"Yes, yes I know. What I propose, is ejecting Lord Potter from the council for his prolonged absences, and place proxies on his seats… " Albus offered, manipulation in his mind.

"And let me guess, those proxies would be those under your employment, wouldn't they?" Bones asked the man, skeptic and slight venom in her tone. She was one of the few Ministry officials that were aware of the existence of Dumbledore's 'cult', as she referred to it. She had known the man for many years, and could practically predict his moves by this point. "Also, who gives you the right to take away seats from the Lord of two Ancient and Noble houses?"

Dumbledore had always hated the women of the Bones women. Though the Bones seat was almost always held by the Lord of the house, the Ladies were always behind their actions in some way. He knew from the moment her husband died, that the woman would be hell on the Wizengamot.
Before Dumbledore could respond in some politely snarky way, the Potter and Peverell seats rose higher than before, and the telltale sound of a portkey filled the room.

A tall man with dark brown hair, and shining copper eyes now stood in the room. He wore a specific Auror uniform only one of the Wizengamot members recognized, and didn't mention. They also noticed he held a shorter figure up as well, most likely as it seemed that the person couldn't stand on their own.
Instead of directly addressing them, the man walked towards the Peverell seat, before placing a person they didn't recogonize until the last second, down in the seat. The man then left in a hurry, exiting through the main doors.

Lord Hadrian Potter was dressed in a light grey Saint Mungo's patient uniform, though a black coat had been added to the ensemble, giving him a bit of appear.
He had many different bandages covering him, and had what seemed to be a brace of sorts on his chest. He was visibly pale, and slightly skinnier then the last they've seen of him. Though the boy was slightly sicklier, he still looked at them the same way. With pure defiance.

"So… who's idea was it to try and kick me out?" Hadrian asked, as if the matter was just a simple question. Though the tone suggested that the answer wouldn't effect him, there was an untold deathly tone to him that only those who fought others for status or being would notice.

Though many on the council did not respect the child, many remembered what his father, James Potter had been like when he attended the Wizengamot. He had demanded absolute respect from them, far more than the Chief Warlock would ever get.
A few wanted to insult the boy, but it was almost like James was against them once more, their fear of that same personality making them quite. They all just pointed silently like children at the wizard Hadrian suspected.

"Ah, Alby Dumblefuck, I see that now you have the balls to attack me on neutral ground. I've been waiting for this. Ah, Minister Cornelius Fudge, nice to see you along with this madness." Hadrian greeted in a sarcastically cold voice. Fudge wasn't prepared to be acknowledged, as Dumbledore and he had decided that Dumbledore would take the charge on this one. Now he had been pulled into the conflict as well.

"Tell me, to what reasons do you all have to remove me from this body?" Hadrian asked the court, wondering if they would actually answer truthfully and in an unaggressive manner. When different people tried to stand angrily, he merely shot them a burning glare, forcing them back to their seats. Eventually a woman Hadrian didn't recognize stood to speak.

"Lord Peverell Potter, the Chief Warlock, among others here think that you should be removed for your absences and age." Bones added in a voice that suggested to him that she wasn't one of the others.

"My age is of no concern, I redeemed my Lordships four years ago. For my absences, you have the Headmaster to blame partly. It just so happens that every meeting that's been held, was that a time where it was impossible for me to attend. For most of them, I was in hiding inside Hogwarts from the man after he tried to imprison me without questioning me of anything. More recently, I was in a coma in Saint Mungo's, after I killed a beast that had been hiding in Hogwarts, and handed you a murderer on a silver platter." Hadrian explained, knowing that he'd probably not received any acknowledgment for the capture of Grindelwald. He guessed Dumblefuck had taken the credit.

Seeing that some members were still ignoring his effort, he changed tactics.

"Minister Fudge, how many Wizarding school are placed in or around Britain?"

"Three. Hogwarts, and two smaller primary schools… "

"Just as I thought. Now… tell me, what would have happened to Hogwarts if a murderer continued to carve up the students without stop?" Hadrian asked, getting Fudge, (The easy one.) to play right into his plan.

"H-Hogwarts would be closed until a later point in time, why is this important?!"

"Good. Now, tell me… What happens to Britain if their most important Wizarding school is scandalized and closed down because the staff couldn't stop a murderer?"

"B-britain's schooling system would be a mockery to the Wizarding World… "

"Good, you understand. Now, what do all of you think will happen, if the 'Boy-Of-Darkness' were to be revealed to be the one that caught a child murderer that full grown adults couldn't stop? Along with a 60-something foot long Titan Basilisk?" Hadrian asked, a mocking evil smile on his face. He wasn't in Slytherin for nothing after all.

"Lord Potter, what does this have to do with you?" Dumbledore interrupted, hoping to get the court focused back on the boy, and put him on the spot once more.

"Shut the fuck up Alby, I was talking… You all already know you can't charge me for bloody shit, and that I can throw any of you into the arms of one of your cold, dementor bastards, so shut it. If opposition continues to me just BEING on the Wizengamot, I will use every mean available to me to cut that shit out. After every single meeting as well, a certain untruthful reporter will find herself with a LOT of information to use against those in this room… " Hadrian threatened them, only to light his entire body on fire when there were doubts. He was happy at least, that while he couldn't use much of his body, his magic was fully at his beck and call.

Upon seeing an irritable toad of a woman, clad in horrifyingly pink clothes stand abruptly, he shot a net of electricity at her with a twirl of his right fingers, latching her to the floor. He knew what she'd say, just by her body language.
Though many of them wouldn't realize it, Hadrian knew every single member of the Wizengamot, not by name, but by appearance. This woman was not a member, and had no right to be there.
She spluttered random obscenities as the web wrapped her like paper, before sticking her to the floor.

"Lord Potter! Why have you assaulted my Undersecretary!?" Fudge yelled out, his face blooming neon purple. Hadrian thought Stache' and this man would have gotten along very well, too bad he was mauled to death by Lovegood's Umgubular Slashkilter…
Hadrian knew from Fudge's comments about the ugly witch that laid bound on the floor meant something, and thought that Ms. Skeeter could do something with that.

"Is this pink bitch a member of the Wizengamot?" Hadrian sharply asked, the Wizengamot members merely shook their heads, she was not.

"Then why the fuck is Toad Tits here?"

"She is my secretary, while YOU aren't a member you filthy half blood!" Fudge yelled in retort, obviously not getting it. Hadrian was slowly gaining more hatred for the man, when he felt a soft presence on his mind.
Hey mate, need some help beating the shit out of that guy? The Voice suggested just in time, as Hadrian nodded quickly. The Wizengamot was surprised when the seemingly bedridden teen stood, and swiftly walked to the Minister of Magic and the wrapped up woman.

Once Hadrian stood in front of Fudge's seat, he used his Electrokinesis to lift Fudge painfully into the air, before slamming him into the floor, then redoing it over and over again.
The members watched in shocked silence, as Hadrian ruthlessly beat their Minister against the marble floor. After a few minutes of this, Hadrian bent down and picked Fudge's bloody, green bowler cap up from the floor, and rawly changed it to a simple shade of black.

As Hadrian stood, his patients uniform transformed into what looked like a more noble version of his War Robes. It had the same armoring of his War Robes, but had crests and formal decorations normally associated with high society. To finish the new outfit off, Hadrian sat the black bowler upon his head slowly. Once he was fully dressed in what he deemed appropriate clothing, he kicked Fudge's face, before following it up with a kick to the entrapped woman.

"I believe this meeting's adjourned. The 'Minister' will be waking up in two hours, along with the bitch. The net will wear off in four. I hope you all enjoy the rest of the night with your families, I know it's a special time for all of us. Good bye all." Hadrian said in a professional, but falsely warm manner, before blazing straight through the wards, leaving a red light flashing in the courtroom, the doors and windows being barred off in the process. The members of the Wizengamot just looked at their beaten, useless Minister, their shocked and aged Chief Warlock, and the Aurors who had just arrived.

All had been useless when a twelve year beat the living shit out of their Nation's leader… What they all learned later on in the day, Lord Potter had left them a list of things to think over. He titled it, 'Why You All Fucked Up Today.' It went as followed…

1. You tried to take something of mine. My things and privileges are my own.
2. Your Auror support has slow response times, I could have had all of you dead, and been gone by the time they'd arrive.
3. Your Minister is a stupid, temperamental person. A Minster of Magic should be able to control his emotions, even when a preteen yells at him.
4. Your Chief Warlock is a senile old man, who is more interested in gambling the people of Britain away in his twisted Chess Game of life, then focus on real problems.
5. You got on my shit list. That's the one place you don't want to be, the people on there don't end up living very good lives.
Otherwise, our 'meeting' ended very badly, I hope you enjoy the Daily Prophet tomorrow.
See you all VERY soon.
-Lord Hadrian James Slytherin Peverell Potter.

From that day forward, The members of the Wizengamot started to think a bit more about their leaders…

Did you enjoy? I very much hope you did.
Yes, it wasn't very long, but the epilogue will be longer, as I'll have more to cover, similar to chapter 19. Year two is coming to a close, as there isn't much more to cover. I'll see you guys next time.

-DTS