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Prologue: Ok so I am totally bored stuck in the boonies for a couple days so I have decided to write a Harry Potter story! Yay for the people who care to read this and yay for me erasing at least SOME of my boredom! –Claps hands madly like a four year old-
So Harry, the Chosen one or whatever, has killed Voldemort. At the Ministry of Magic (I'll explain it later on), Sirius didn't die and is CLEARED OF ALL charges against him, but some people did die and more people were there then we knew of.
Voldemort had been VERY active since his resurrection, verses him hiding out, and many people, both Muggle and Wizard, died in Raids and Riots.
Here brings about the ever so stupid, bumbling Minister for Magic; Cornelius Fudge. He and the very retardedly fine people at the Ministry have decided that a law must pass to bring back Wizarding numbers.
This new law will put a damper on just about everyone's lives. Congrats to them!
Read and find out what will happen, who will hook up, and WHAT his law is all about!
DISCLAIMER! I hereby disclaim all character, settings, and ideas that belong to the owner and creator of the 'Harry Potter' series. Mrs. JK Rowling owns that world not me!
Warnings: Prepare for OOCness (Which I find granted on SOME level because of the strange situations the characters will be placed in), MalexMale action, MalexFemale action, possible FemalexFemale action, smex, Male Pregnancy, Female Pregnancy, Foul language, past abuse, some gore, and a whole bunch of other things that will probably happen but I haven't quite figured them out yet!
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Update for the masses and I think my longest chapter ever; 3,728 words. As for why it's so angsty...to put it simply I started High School Tuesday and I think that reason is enough. Please R&R. I want to know what yu all think teh punishments should be once the trails are over.
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"I can't believe you are…serious about this," Harry muttered. Trying the denial route.
"It won't work because you know how much of strict prick I can be and I refuse to let you run away from this," Severus said kneeling down in front of Harry. He and Harry were in there living room at Hogwarts.
"I do NOT want anyone there," Harry growled when he saw his husband reach for the floo powder to fire call. Harry's magic rustled dangerously around him and the cool dungeon air felt thick suddenly
"Harry-"
"No! Sev! Goddamn it! I don't want them to hear about all the shit I had to put up with and then feel bad for me or some stupid crap like that! NO! NO! NO!" Harry exploded, small objects like pens, potion vials, and oh…chairs started levitating and/or quaking with Harry's anger and dread. Severus had been expecting this. He knew Harry would explode at some point. All abused children do; it was a method to start regaining their lost independence and the start of losing the reality that meant they were constantly in danger of something painful or bad happening to them.
"Fine. But Lucius has to be there. He and his lawyers are representing you. And you're attorney and legal guardian, me, have to be in the room when you tell them. You know Lucius will do nothing to embarrass you or even say anything about it other than legalities. Harry I swear. If you want them to leave you alone I'll turn into a cold greasy-git and shut you up in Prince castle and only let in the people you want. But you need to do this. You see –voice get's softer- the anger that's causing your magic to attempt to strangle me -deep gasp and Harry's magic suddenly got controlled again-? Turn it on the people who deserve it. You're bloody aunt and uncle that should be in cages for the remainder of their miserable lives," Severus said strongly. Harry launched himself into his husband's arms; thins streaks of tears running down his face.
"Shhh. It's alright," Severus whispered, pulling Harry closer to his chest. God their lives had gone upside down and around the bend. Everything was backwards from how it should be but this was the reality they lived in now; and most if not all had come to accept it. "Come. We have to go now, before Dumbledore's and the grief quartet trial starts. We're going to use the floo to get to Malfoy manor and then to the Ministry." Harry nodded deftly and stood up with his husband. His anger had settled back down and now he was just over filling with dread.
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"You're bringing up child abuse charges on your uncle and aunt and child endangerment on Albus Dumbledore?" Madame Bones asked her face ashen.
"I'm pressing charges because Harry is still a child and he deserves the same rights as any other child," Severus said slickly. Harry shrunk back from her as if she would strike him; he hated this. So much, and everything was just getting out of hand. Why was everyone going to this trouble for him? It wasn't like a kid was picking on him at school; he was beaten for being a freak and his uncle and aunt were right. He is a freak.
"Well, I need to secure some of his memories, I assuming because of his pregnancy –Harry's hands went to his stomach and he shied back from her even more, the sight broke Madame Bones' heart- he won't be testifying in open court," She said in a controlled voice, inwardly she was crying and sobbing for the obviously broken boy in front of her that was now more than halfway hidden behind his husband.
Lucius put a hand on Harry's shoulder; Harry looked up in surprise and let a small half smile onto his face when he saw the determination on Lucius's face. Neither he nor Severus were going to let anything happen to him, he trusted them with that much.
"I and my law team are representing Harry if his relatives or Dumbledore try to oppose the obvious facts you will find in his memories," Lucius said in a sleek tone; he wasn't going to leave an opening anywhere, if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was sue the shit out of someone.
"Understood," Madame Bones said, she looked to Harry with a kind and motherly look, "I need to take Harry in with me and an Auror, Kingsley Shaklebolt, into an interview room, both of you can come with us."
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Harry's emotions were up, down, side to side, and downside up. He was a hurricane of emotions and he did not want to do this.
But according to his husband; he had to because he deserved it. 'Bull,' Harry thought grumpily as he followed Severus, Kingsley, and Madame Bones into a magically sound proof room with Lucius and his best lawyer; Theo's father, Mr. Nott.
"Sit please," came Kingsley's deep and soothing voice, he gestured to the comfy looking, purple and gold velvet sofa and arm chair next to a polished wood coffee table that held a pensive on it; Harry saw the gleaming gold wedding band on his left ring finger and even caught a glimpse of Fred's name etched into it. Madame Bones and Kingsley conjured less comfortable straight back chairs and sat on the opposite side of the table from the sofa; which now held Harry who sat between Severus and Lucius, and the arm chair which Mr. nott had claimed.
"How will this work?" Mr. Nott asked in a business-like manner.
Madame Bones cleared her throat lightly before explaining; "We need Harry to place some memories; at least five, into the pensive for us to view. If he can pull out more it would be beneficial, the more to pile up the better things go."
"Which do you want?" Harry asked, speaking for the first time since they had arrived at the Ministry.
"Ones of the neglect and of Dumbledore forcing you to stay," Kingsley said gently.
Harry looked to Severus who nodded.
"J-Just don't say anything afterwards…ok?" Harry murmured while pulling out his wand.
"We'd never," Madame Bones assured.
"What would we say? Nothing, you are innocent here," Kingsley asserted with a soft smile in Harry's direction.
Harry put his wand to his right temple wordlessly while focusing on his first horribly abusive memory of his relatives. He pulled the silvery strand from his temple and let it float and mix into the pensive.
Once there it played out:
A four year old Harry Potter stood next to a stove almost the same height as he; he was cooking eggs like his aunt had ordered him to; she called from the living room; "Aren't you finished yet?! You bloody pest!" She of course was watching a television show while sitting on her boney bum drinking her second cup of earl grey tea that Harry had been commanded to brew at 5:00am.
"N-N-Not yet auntie," came the frightened response. Little Harry's young and innocent fear of his aunt's anger shown through in a blinding moment of clumsiness; the flying pan slipped from his hands and tumbled to the floor; soupy, half-cooked scrambled eggs spilling all over the floor in front of the stove.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" yelled his clean freak aunt. She came charging in like a crazed horse and grabbed the young Harry by the wrists, "I'll teach you to dirty my floors and ruin breakfast you filthy little freak!" She forced his hands onto the red hot burner.
Little Harry's palms sizzled and the flesh started to smell as fat tears of pain and fear leapt into his eyes and pounded down his face; he cried out and Petunia pressed his hands onto the fire like heat even harder. Harry started sobbing as his aunt released his hands and shoved him from the burner a few moments later.
"You clean this mess!" the furious woman snapped waspishly; turning her back on her sobbing four year old nephew with his burnt hands and face full of tears…
"Lord," Madame Bones whispered. She kept any other comments to herself as the memory faded. Before anyone could utter another word they watched Harry push another memory into the pensive with his wand and it took shape:
Six year old Harry stood in the drive of his relatives home; dreading returning from school. He clutched the paper in his hand; the one from his grade one teacher; Mrs. Bliss. This teacher actually treated him kindly and he didn't want to anger her by not giving the note over to his uncle or aunt, but it grandmotherly woman had written that he needed to visit the eye doctor; his eye sight was failing already even at a young age.
Trudging up the walk little Harry tried to think if he had made his uncle and aunt angry with him this week. 'I don't…think so. Maybe they won't be ever so angry with me, maybe they'll just yell instead of hitting me.'
"Well what've they to complain about you now, freak?" Vernon snapped, seeing the note clutched in Harry's death grip on the paper. "Hand it over boy!"
Harry moved to hand it over but apparently he was to slow and his uncle backhanded him in the face. Harry quickly gave his uncle the note and moved out of striking range. His uncle's color went from normal to deep brick red as he read over what Mrs. Bliss has written.
"SHE WANTS US TO SPEND THAT KIND OF MONEY ON A VERMIN LIKE YOU!" He roared grabbed a petrified six-year old Harry by the collar of his old and over large red flannel shirt.
"I'm s-so-sorry uncle," Harry whimpered as his huge uncle shook his small frame over and over. Vernon dropped harry onto the floor and soon the tiny body was met with vicious kicks to his legs and abdomen. Harry kept his tears of pain in to keep his uncle's rage at a somewhat lower level; biting into his lip so he wouldn't cry out. After about five solid minuets of kicking the tubby excuse for a human grabbed the six year-old by the back of the shirt.
"YES YOU ARE SORRY YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP! GET YOUR FREELOADING ASS IN THAT CUPBOARD!" The mammoth of an uncle screamed like a banshee as he shoved his small nephew into the cupboard under the stairs. "MAKING ME PAY FOR GLASSES BECAUSE YOUR FUCKING FREAK FATHER HAD TO WEAR THEM! PETUNIA! THAT BLOODY MENISCE IS COSTING US MORE MONEY!!!"…
Harry shakily put his wand back to his temple. Severus was holding him in a half embrace. The next memory started:
A seven year-old, black haired, emerald eyed boy with a strange lightning bolt shaped scar sat huddled in the rain. This newest indignity he was suffering at the hands of his uncle and aunt was that he was chained; yes chained like a dog to a tree in the back lawn as the heavens poured cold sleeting rain at him. And it was all because he was accidentally made the dishes dry themselves.
-x-Earlier that day in the memory-x-
"Boy! Do those dishes and make your worthless self useful!" screeched his horse-like aunt Petunia from her place in the living room knitting as her obese son Dudley shoved potato chips into his gullet and her even more morbidly obese husband sat on the couch reading the paper while mowing down jelly doughnuts with his teeth.
"Yes aunt Petunia," Harry chimed obediently; maybe if they didn't notice, he could sneak a peach or an apple. He was so hungry, his aunt had been dissatisfied with the Chicken casserole and from scratch dinner roles he had made. 'It's too bland, you insufferable nitwit!' She had yelled after tasting a sweet roll. Harry had bitten into his lip and had not said a thing as he was denied dinner for the third night in a row.
So he wished and wished that the dishes would dry themselves so he could maybe get a small amount of food from his aunt. But as fate would have it; Petunia walked in and saw the dish rag floating in the air drying the plates by itself. She screeched so loudly that a picture frame near her broke at her horrid sound.
She came at him with a steak knife and managed to get two medium sized and stinging and bleeding gashes onto his left collar bone. Harry yelped and that was when
Vernon came storming in with Dudley at his heels.
"DAMN FREAK! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE! RUNIED OUR DISHES WITH YOUR BLOODY FUCKING FREAKISHNESS!" Vernon roared. He unbuckled his straining leather belt and forced Harry into a kneeling position at his feet. Vernon ripped the overly large T-shirt from Harry's tiny and skinny frame. Harry whimpered as Vernon whipped him over and over with the belt, drawing blood and leaving rows of red and pain in his wake. When he had struck Harry around fifteen times he finally stopped and dragged the bleeding, crying, whimpering, and shirtless seven year-old out into the rain and chained him to a tree with inch thick metal chains.
-x-Back to the present of the memory-x-
"Why do they hate me so much?" the younger Harry whimpered as the cold rain pelted his still bleeding back and made him tremble with cold…
As that memory ended Harry sucked in calming breaths that did little good to slow to flow of thin tears falling from his eyes and splashing down his pale cheeks as his husband pulled him into a tight embrace.
Another silvery strand of pain falls from Harry's now shaking wand:
The day before his first day of Hogwarts. Harry is eleven and gleeful about being able to leave; if only he could move without wincing.
Ever since that Hagrid person had turned Dudley into even more of a pig than the boy normally is Harry had been catching the brunt and total force of the monsoon of rage and hate his relatives had to offer.
He hadn't said a word to his uncle or aunt since that day a month ago but he had to ask, he walked up to his uncle and while staying out of swinging range he asked very timidly, "U-U-uncle Vernon?"
"What?!" Came the harsh and enraged response.
"Could you p-possible take me to Kings Cross tomorrow?" Harry asked quietly, he winced in reflex as he saw his uncle's fist ball up, soon his chest and back were on the way to being black and blue for at least a week.
"Sure," Vernon said in an overly sickeningly sweet tone of voice before getting up and stomping out of the kitchen, leaving Harry in a ball of pain and tears…
Harry's complexion was deathly pale and he actually dropped his wand. Tears were staining his chalk white face and he couldn't move his body to pick up his wand.
"That's it," Madame Bones said in a shaking voice, her own face white as a ghost and her hands shaking, "We're taking a break. Now."
"N-No, you said y-y-you need-needed f-five," Harry stammered, "Th-those a-are f-f-our for the Dursleys and I-I'll give t-two for D-Dumbledore."
"Harry," Kingsley started, "You should ta-…"
"No," Harry said sharply, "I-I wanna finish this today."
"Alright Harry," Madame Bones said softly, she was now actually afraid of what the next memories would divulge.
Harry gripped his wand that had fallen onto the sofa next to him, he felt Lucius place a supporting hand on his shoulder and he pulled another memory out of his temple and placed it into the pensive:
"Headmaster," a twelve year old Harry murmured, "You asked me if there was anything I wanted to say to you."
"What is it?" Dumbledore asked with his damnable twinkling eyes going full force. The bloody sword of Gryffindor still laying in front of him. Harry had only just been saved from Lucius Malfoy's anger by a house elf.
"I-I, my relatives. They-They hurt me really b-badly," Harry said, his eyes watering up with salty tears, hoping against it all that the headmaster would help him, "Pl-please don't make me go b-back there."
What the old man did next made Harry's eyes widen and his little ray of hope get snuffed out faster than a tea light in a tonado, Dumbledore back handed him across the right cheek and said sternly and with all the ice in Antartica, "Lying is a bad and horrid habit Mr. Potter. You're relatives are wonderful people who took you in out of the goodness in their hearts and I will not allow you to smear their good name. Now shut your lying mouth and get out of my sight, imbecilic child."
Harry was gobsmacked and he put his hand to his cheek and ran from the room. He had been slapped hundreds on hundreds it of times, but this times. But this time it hurt so much more…
Harry said nothing as he pulled the second memory of Albus Dumbledore from his mind and let if fall into the pensive:
Harry stood in front of the headmaster of Hogwarts as a 14 year old boy. He looked at the man with resentment and distrust.
"You pay them," Harry uttered as he watched the old man adjust his robes and settle into his high backed chair behind his desk. All of the portraits of the previous heads were dozing around the office. "You pay them and you know they whip me like…like a dog, starve me, and treat me like their slave…a-and you pay them, with my money."
"I do," Dumbledore sneered at the teen, there was no use lying. He knew that Harry knew and he knew that Harry's word meant nothing, he voice this , "You are just an attention seeking brat that lies such horrid lies, no one will ever believe you. And you'll live with those people until you kill Voldemort."
"I'm going to live with Sirius," Harry countered.
"Sirius is my pawn, foolish brat," Dumbledore snapped, "and he'll do anything I fucking say, just like the good little dog he is."
"I'm n-n-not going ba-back," Harry said with a stutter, his resolve failing and his young body trembling with fear at the very thought.
"You will and you will listen to your aunt and uncle and you'll be a good little pawn or I'll kill you beloved dog and maybe a fucking red head while I'm at it. William and Charlie Weasley had no business putting those damnable wards on you, and now that they are off you will be the little retarded whipping dog for those Muggles," Dumbledore stated as Harry's self defying tears traitorously feel from his eyes his fists balled and shaking…
Harry lost all of his resolve as the memory faded and he let out a sob as he fell into Severus's chest; crying, sobbing, and shaking.
Madame Bones took the pensive and she excused herself with tears or anger and sadness in her eyes. Kingsley left with her, his face furious beyond anything.
"Shhh, Harry shhh," Severus soothed as Lucius conjured a calming potion. Harry drank it greedily but tears still streamed down his face. He buried his upper body into Severus's torso as the three men exchanged looks of determined hatred; those people and Dumbledore most of all were going to pay and pay dearly.
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I know it's horribly sad. Review and tell me what punishments you all want.