All praise the God of Inspiration that has allowed me to write so much over the past few weeks. Enjoy!
All the court had been arguing about whether to have another trial for Harry James Potter, as there were a few skeptics who were unwilling to believe that he'd done wrong. Now, they'd finally get the chance. Dumbledore, by a stroke of luck, had managed to rootle out the locations of Potter and his sisters and drag them to court. This only raised his status in the eyes of most of Wizarding Britain, elevating him from 'greatest person ever to exist' to 'god of all that exists'.
The court fell silent as the accused, Harry Potter shuffled in, his face a mask of annoyance. Following him were two girls, both sporting the same unruly black hair and emerald green eyes as Harry. He sat in the chair before the entirety of the court, shooting hateful glances at Dumbledore, who was perched on his seat at the very top of court, the area of the most important wizards.
"Harry James Potter, you are accused of the murder of 3 wizards in the Department of Mysteries. What do you plead?"
"Not guilty." Indignant whispers broke out amongst the court.
"Call in the first witness, Ronald Bilius Weasley." Harry's eyes visibly narrowed.
The redhead came swaggering in, and was hugged dotingly by his mother. Draco rolled his eyes in the audience box behind Harry. His father, Lucius,( A.N I know Lucius was supposedly killed in the irst chapter, but he is now important to the story. So let's pretend that he either never died or he was resurrected by some unknown person, okay?) was sat in the court, and he was surely going to protect Harry.
"Well, you see, Fudge, I was in the Department of Mysteries that day, and witnessed Harry shooting the Killing Curse at my peer Neville Longbottom. Cedric Diggory and Luna Lovegood's bodies were lying at his feet. Upon seeing me, he ran out.
Hazel stifled a laugh. It was obvious that Molly had made the boy practice this speech. Harry was amazed by the lies. First of all, it was Dumbledore who had shot that curse at Neville, and second, Voldemort had killed Cedric in the graveyard, a whole year earlier.
"First of all, Ron," Harry said, "Voldemort killed Cedric in the graveyard a year earlier, so can't figure out how that happened, and Dumbledore killed Luna and Neville to make it look like I did it."
Everyone gasped. Dumbledore, Saviour of the Light? He would never do that! The elderly wizard had gone red as he was accused.
"Well, that's absolutely preposterous!" spoke up Umbridge from her seat. "Dumbledore would neer do that!"
Harry grinned. "Oh, but he would. And I have proof. Bring a Pensieve, please!"
A woman entered from the right, holding a stone bowl with strange runes carved into it. She set it on the polished mahogany table and sped off. The clerk pulled Harry's wand from a box and handed it reluctantly to the young wizard, who retrieved the memory from the inner reaches of his mind and dropped it into the Pensieve, which was specially made to project the memory as the whole court was unable to nosedive into the small stone bowl.
A screen flashed up, and something almost like a movie began playing on it. The court watched silently as the dark corridors of the Department of Mysteries flashed into view. Harry seemed to be running down the halls, past rows of doors stationed along the walls. Heavy breathing could be heard in the background. Then a boy's voice spoke up.
"Hey, Harry, where are we supposed to be going?" It was Ron.
"That door over there." Harry replied.
When they opened the door, the court saw rows and rows of shelves with big glass balls on them. Scenes seemed to swirl in them, depicting the eager faces of Seers leaning in to their patients and prophesizing their….prophecies. Most of the court had never seen the Department of Mysteries, so seeing the rooms of Wizarding Britain's most secretive business was quite thrilling in itself.
You could see Hermione's mouth move from beside Harry, but no sound came out. They travelled further through the room. Harry's pale hand reached to a glass ball showing the round face of Sybil Trelawney in the upper room of The Hog's Head. He stared at the scene for a while, then pulled away and continued. They finally came to a dark room with a silvery veil on a wall with a seemingly empty room behind it.
In the court, people had started gossiping to one another about how they thought the Department of Mysteries would be more interesting, how they wondered what Sybil was saying in that prophecy, and what that veil was. They watched the Battle of the Department of Mysteries happen, Voldemort himself pop up on show, and Sirius drop through the Veil into the afterlife. They glanced worriedly at Harry, afraid he would burst into tears on seeing that. But the boy remained surprisingly straight-faced throughout the memory.
This took up a good half hour until they came to the actually useful part. Harry was strolling through the misty corridors. Screams were heard from the room at the end of the corridor, to which Harry diverted and rushed towards. He slowly unclicked the metal lock and swung the door, to be greeted with a horrifying sight.
Luna's eyes had rolled back into her head as she dropped to the floor in front of Dumbledore. Neville was shrieking louder than a banshee, dodging the multiple Killing Curses being tossed his way by the ancient bearded wizard.
"Neville, my boy, it's necessary for you to die to stop him." Dumbledore panted. Neville dropped limply to the ground with an anguished groan. Dumbledore had seen that that the door had been opened. He made towards Harry, who shied back.
"Don't come near me, you senile old coot." He snarled. Still Dumbledore continued towards him.
"Harry, my boy. Come here." Harry backed away and sprinted off.
Everyone in the court was silent. They'd been given rock-solid evidence of Dumbledore's guilt. Harry was smirking smugly in his seat.
"Well?" He said lightly. "Still think I'm guilty? Or think you ought to have tried Dumbledore here, not me?"
"You are cleared of all charges.' Fudge whispered, stunned.
"Not yet. I'm not leaving till you try Dumbledore here." Harry crossed his thin arms over his chest.
"Very well."
A hour later….
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, you are being charged with murder and embezzlement. What do you plead?"
The Weasleys were sitting in their seats, shellshocked at the turn-around of events. Harry was supposed to be tried, found guilty and possibly sent through the Veil of Death, so Dumbledore could swoop in, save the wizarding world from Voldemort and be looked up to. Ron and Molly were going to get a share in it. Worldwide fame, pots and pots of Galleons and the chance to finally meet Viktor Krum in the flesh. But how things had changed! Now Dumbledore was the one cowering in the seat, and Harry the one smiling in the audience.
"Not guilty." Everyone gasped. Was he seriously still trying to protect himself when they already had concrete evidence.
"What is your proof, Harry Potter?"
"After I broke out of prison, I checked my Gringotts vault and noticed that about a hundred thousand Galleons were missing. I asked the goblins about it and they told me that for the past ten years, Dumbledore's been routinely smuggling money out of my vault to supposedly care for me when in reality, I've been brought up by Muggles on their own money." Harry grinned languidly at Fudge. "You got that?"
Fudge quivered in his seat. "Yes.
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, we find you guilty of the murder of Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom, as well as embezzlement from a member of a Noble and Most Ancient house. You are sentenced to death by the Veil. Aurors, take him away!"
Harry smirked proudly as he looked at Ron sobbing as all of his hopes for fame and riches were torn away from him. Ah, how good it was to be a Potter!