Harry woke up at half past five the following morning, as if struck by lightning. He gazed on the sleeping form of his lover, and caressed her softly. Hopefully the bloody trial would go well, or he'd have to find some other way to stay close to Hermione for the school year. Maybe he could enlist them both at another school?

Harry got dressed into jeans and a clean T-shirt, and softly shook Hermione awake. 'Morning luv... best you get to your own bed. I'll see you after the stupid hearing,' he kissed her forehead, and left for breakfast.

The Weasley parents, Tonks, Sirius, and Lupin were waiting for him. All were fully dressed except for Molly, who was wearing a dressing gown.

'Breakfast,' Molly yawned, taking her wand and preparing the fire.

'M – m – morning Harry,' yawned Tonks. She had blonde and curly hair this morning for once, 'had a nice sleep?'

'Yeah,' Harry replied. He shot her a wink.

Tonks blushed, 'wish I'd had one... I was up all night, guarding –'

'What was it you said about Bones?' Lupin interrupted her.

'Oh, she's got everything under control, apparently,' Tonks smiled at Harry, 'don't worry, she's fair, she'll hear you out.'

Harry sat down next to her, and ate the toast Molly dropped in front of him.

'Don't lose your temper Harry,' Sirius added his own words of wisdom, 'if Fudge is there, he'll try to paint you as an unreliable kid again.'

Harry was saved from replying as Molly suddenly attacked his hair with a wet comb, 'does it ever stay in place?' she muttered, as she tried to get some semblance of control in it. Harry shrugged, he'd long since given up on his coupe.

Arthur took out his watch, 'best we leave now Harry, with what you're being accused of it's best if we arrive in a non-magical way, and that will take more time...'

'Sorry Arthur, but that sounds ridiculous,' Harry countered, 'isn't the whole point we're trying to make that I am a wizard? This trial is a plot by Fudgepacker to get me kicked out of the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so I think that if I show them I am a real wizard and arrive how magicals normally would, it would make a better statement.'

Arthur looked at the others for advice, seeing Sirius nod in agreement.

'Yes that makes sense,' Tonks gave her bit, 'you can floo directly to the Reception Hall.'

Arthur nodded, 'come on then Harry. Might as well get it over with.' Arthur and Harry went to the fire, and Arthur threw in some powder. 'I'll go first,' he stepped in, 'Ministry of Magic!'

The fire roared, and Arthur disappeared. Harry waved bye to the group, then followed him. He saw fireplaces shoot by, and then was shot out of the floo in a very large hall. 'Whoa there son,' Arthur caught him between his arms, and helped Harry get back to his feet before he could fall over. 'We've got to teach you how to floo normally one of these days,' he muttered as both wizards composed themselves. Arthur quickly guided them both to the middle of the hall, just in time to avoid crashing into the next person that flood in.

The hall was beautifully decorated, fireplaces lining both sides. On the left side, there was a constant queue of arriving wizards, on the right side, people were queueing up to leave. In the middle of the hall was a large fountain, which showed a wizard and witch standing high above a goblin, centaur, and house-elf, the three Beings looking adoringly up at the magicals. Harry looked at with distaste, the adoring look on the goblin and centaur were completely out of place.

Arthur guided them to a security desk, 'I'm escorting a visitor, for a hearing with Madam Bones,' Arthur told the guard, getting a grunted 'Wand' in reply.

Harry reluctantly handed over his wand after some prompting by Arthur, and the security wizard boredly read off the materials it was made off, then handed it back and gave Harry a visitor's badge, it read 'Harry Potter, kangaroo court'. Before the guard could get over his surprise at the name, Arthur guided Harry past the desk to the lift entrance.

'Well we're more than an hour early, so how's about I give you a little tour?' Harry and Arthur stepped into a crowded car. Many wizards and witches were staring at Harry, and he proudly held up his head and met their gaze. One by one, they dropped their stares.

The lift went up past 'Level Seven, Department of Magical Games and Sports'; 'Level Six, Department of Magical Transportation'; 'Level Five, Department of International Magical Co-operation'; 'Level Four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures'; 'Level Three, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes'; and finally 'Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement'.
The crowd had slowly thinned on each floor, and asides from some magical notes which were flying and zipping around and a single wizard who was reading the Daily Slander, Arthur and Harry were the only ones left in the lift.

'Mr Weasley, are we still underground?' asked Harry, as they passed window through which sunlight was streaming.

'Yes, magical windows,' said Mr Weasley. They passed by the Auror Headquarters, and after a maze of twisty passages, all alike, a door on the right held the sign Misuse of Muggle Artifacts .
'Here we are then Harry,' Mr Weasley guided Harry inside. The office was cramped, smaller than a broom cupboard. Two desks were taking up almost all the space, and the walls were filled with posters about plugs, Muggle trains, and other Muggle items.

A stooped, timid-looking old wizard with fluffy white hair suddenly opened the door. 'Oh Arthur!' he said, relief on his voice, 'thank Merlin you're here early! I didn't know where you were, I just sent an owl to your house but you obviously missed it – it's very urgent you see –'

'Is it regurgitating toilets again Perkins?' asked Mr Weasley.

'No, no, it's the hearing, the Potter boys – hello Harry – it's starting at eight, in Courtroom Ten!'

'What!' Mr Weasley shot to his feet, and looked at his watch, 'that is in ten minutes! Harry, quick, we need to go down there!'

Mr Weasley and Harry rushed past Perkins, and raced past the Auror desks, to the lifts. Arthur slammed the down button, muttering 'come on, come on...'

They entered the lift, and it began descending.

'Mr Weasley, why did they change it from Madam Bones's office?' asked Harry.

'I have no idea Harry... good thing you convinced me to take you here earlier, it was not supposed to be until nine, it'd be a disaster if you were late!'

The lift went past 'The Atrium', and Harry saw a glimpse of the fountain as people entered and left the car, then went down further to 'Level Nine, Department of Mysteries'. Harry left the lift with Mr Weasley and rushed to the black door at the end of the corridor, but Mr Weasley called him back and instead they went down some stairs to the left.
'Further down, hurry,' panted Mr Weasley, 'Merlin knows why they are holding it here ... it's not even connected to the lift...'

They ran past what looked like cells, and finally stopped near an old dark door, with a 10 over it. 'In you go Harry... good luck. I cannot come with you,' panted Mr Weasley and Harry stepped through.

Harry gasped as he saw the same dark dungeon Dumbledore had shown him at the end of the school year in his Pensieve, where the Lestranges and Barty Crouch had been sentenced. On high benches above him were seated many figures wearing plum-coloured robes. They were talking softly, but fell silent when Harry entered.

'Mr Potter... just in time,' a cold male voice rang. It sounded annoyed.

'Lord Potter actually,' Harry replied with what he hoped was an aristocratic tone.

'Indeed?' a female voice sounded, and Harry raised his right hand, making his rings visible.

'Very well Lord Potter, please take your seat.'

Some of the figures were discussing animatedly, among them Minister Fudge, and an ugly toad-like woman who was sitting next to him on the right. To Fudge's left sat a witch wearing a monocle, who Harry guessed was Amelia Bones from the description.

'Very well,' said Fudge in a bored tone, 'with the accused present, the trial can begin. Are you ready?' he called down the row. Harry heard someone reply they were, and he saw it was Percy Weasley, who looked to be a clerk somehow.

'Disciplinary hearing of the twelth of August into offences committed under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and the International Statute of Secrecy by Harry James Potter –'

'Objection,' called out Harry, 'that is Lord Potter, Minister Fudge.'

There was a murmur in the ranks, and an annoyed Fudge continued, 'very well, into offences previously listed committed –'

'Objection,' Harry called out, 'that is allegedly committed, Minister.'

Fudge began getting angry, and continued in a clipped tone, 'into offences allegedly committed by Lord Harry James Potter, resident at number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

'Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, –'

'I must remove myself Cornelius,' Amelia interrupted him, 'as I wish to enter the hearing as amicus curiæ .'

Fudge saw red, 'very well Mr Weasley, scrap Madam Bones from the list. I continue; Interrogator Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary for the Minister; Court Scribe, Percival Ignatius Weasley.

'Well then, the charges against the accused are as follows:

'That he did knowingly, deliberately in full awareness of the illegality of his actions, having received a previous written warning from the Ministry of Magic on a similar charge, produce a Patronus Charm in a Muggle-inhabited area, in the presence of a Muggle, on the second of August at twenty-three minutes past nine, which constitutes an offence under Paragraph C of the Decree for Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcercy, 1875, and also under Section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlock's Statute of Secrecy.'

'Let me stop you there Cornelius,' Amelia interrupted again, 'the Section 13 charge can be annulled as the Muggle in question is Mr Potter's cousin who he grew up with, and thus falls under exception C of Section 2 of the Statute. I have a statement on file from said Muggle which confirms this.'

Fudge looked at her with hatred, 'very well, the Section 13 is removed. That leaves the Paragraph C violation. Lord Potter, did you cast a Patronus Charm?'

'Yes, but –' Harry answered, but was cut off immediately,

'A fully corporeal Patronus? It was well defined, not a mist?' Amelia's voice sounded.

'Yes, fully formed, I learnt it last year from Professor Lupin,' Harry replied, 'that's why I knew it could throw off Dementors.'

The ugly toad-like witch on Fudge's right side laughed, 'Dementors? In a Muggle Area? Very unlikely!' Some of the other wizards and witches laughed with her, but Amelia cut them off.

'Those would be the two Dementors which received a sudden summons from the desk of the Undersecretary to have a dangerous individual Kissed at Little Whinging, that second of August?' The toad-like witch paled, and Amelia added, 'submitted on behalf of the accused, a copy of the order sent to the Azkaban guard that Monday evening. The original is in Auror evidence.' She handed over a piece of parchment, and Fudge paled.

'But... Dementors?'

'Yes Minister, two of them,' Harry replied calmly, 'I cast the Patronus charm in direct defence of my own life as well as that of my cousin Dudley Dursley. I believe that is covered under Clause Seven of the Reasonable Restriction?'
Hermione had coached him well.

Fudge was floundering, 'yes, yes... but you still did use Underage Magic! For the second time!'

'If I may Sirs, madams?' Harry asked, and received a nod from Madam Bones in return. 'Dobby!' Harry yelled, and the House-Elf popped into appearance next to him.

'Friend Dobby, this is very important. Please tell the Minister and the Wizengamot members who cast that Hover Charm three years ago.'

Dobby looked up fearfully at the crowd, and held his knit hat in his small hands, 'Mr Ministers sir, Misters and Misteresses Wizzygammy, Dobby did the Hover Charms then, copy Great Mr Harry Potter Sir's signature, he did.'

'Preposterous!' exclaimed Fudge, 'there is no way a House-Elf could copy a wand signature!'

'You are mistaken Cornelius, that power of theirs is well attested,' Amelia cut him off again.

'Elf Dobby, did Lord Potter ask you to lie to us?'

Dobby's eyes grew even larger, and he wildly shook his head, 'Oh no Misteress Wizzengammy, Great Mr Harry Potter Lord Sir dids not! Dobby was being a bad Elf, he is wanting to get Harry in troubles back then.'

'Lord Potter?' Amelia stared at the wizard, 'can you elaborate?'

'I believe it was reported by Professor Dumbledore ma'am. Dobby here was under the impression I would be harmed at Hogwarts, and defied his then-master to warn me. Unfortunately his attempts at help resulted in my warning for breaking the Decree.'

'Cornelius, in light of this new evidence, Lord Potter's first warning must be cancelled,' Amelia said. 'That leaves nothing of the charges currently raised against the accused. I call for a mistrial.'

Fudge looked miserable, 'very well, all who vote for a mistrial, raise your hands.'

Harry looked around, and everyone except for Minister Fudge, the ugly toad-like witch, and two other sitting behind them raised their hands.

'Mistrial is declared. Lord Potter, you are free to go, the Wizengamot apologises and thanks you for your time,' Madam Bones said.

Elatedly Harry left the courtroom, and saw of all people, Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot standing there. 'Susan, Hannah? What on earth are you doing here?' he asked, smiling at his yearmates. Both were wearing pleat skirts and tied shirts, Susan's massive cleavage pressing against the buttons, and Hannah's long milky white legs continuing for miles below her tight bum.

'Hi Harry,' the girls said in canon, then giggled, 'we ran into Mr Weasley near my Auntie's office, we're working as junior clerks in the DMLE this summer,' Susan continued, 'he had to rush off somewhere to deal with some exploding toilet, and asked us to keep you company until he could return.'

'We've got a break until lunch,' Hannah added.

'Well girls, lead me to your lair,' Harry grinned, offering them his arms. Beaming, both took an arm, and guided him back up the stairs. They entered the lift and went to the Atrium, and the two girls pushed him past the security desk to a floo exit.

'Harry, you're going to buy us an ice cream at Florian Fortescue's,' Hannah declared, and the giggling duo pushed him into the floo. Susan pressed her tits against his back, and Hannah wriggled her bum against his crotch so they all fit, and Susan threw down the floo powder for 'the Leaky Cauldron!'

The trio shut out of the floo at the Cauldron, and Harry ended up with his crotch pressing against Hannah's as he landed on top of her, and his face pressed between Susan's breasts.

Heavily blushing, the two girls got to their feet, and they walked out the back door into the Alley, Harry again trapped between their arms.

Florian Fortesque's was packed, and only a small table outside, with just two seats was free. The girls indicated to Harry that he should get them some chocolate ice cream, and bent their heads together to discuss something. Harry ordered three chocolate surprises, and a waitress told him she'd bring it as soon as it was ready. Harry walked over to the table, and could just hear the girls whispering about him.

'He is bloody huge Susan,' Hannah confided in her closest friend, 'much bigger than Ernie... and we do owe him an apology.'
'Oh Morgana, do you think he'd be in for it? I do feel awful over last year, and second year... and did you feel those muscles?' Susan whispered back.

Harry smiled, then loudly stepped on the pavement as he walked to the two girls, 'ice cream coming up my ladies! Now what do we do about sitting?'

'Oh easy Harry, I sit on your lap,' Hannah grinned, and stood up. Harry raised an eye brow, but sat down, and indeed, Hannah planted herself on his lap, her bum wriggling nicely over his hardening cock. 'Mmm, best seat in the house,' Hannah smiled, winking at Susan. Susan looked envious that Hannah had been faster.

The ice cream was torture. The amused waitress brought them their cones, and both Hannah and Susan seemed to delight in licking all along the ice cream when Harry was watching, not exactly subtle about their imitation of fellatio. Hannah giggled as she felt Harry's cock strain against his pants, pushing into her bum.

'Oooh Harry, you have some left,' Hannah giggled as she finally finished her own cone, and Harry took a big bite out of his. 'No fair!' Hannah cried. She turned on Harry's lap and kissed him, using her tongue to scoop out the ice cream into her own mouth. Harry kneaded her butt cheeks, pressing her core against his dick through their clothes. Finally a glassy-eyes Hannah released him, and she nearly fell to the floor.

'Maeve's sweet tits, that was unbelievable,' she sighed, getting off Harry's lap. 'Susie, you get the last bite.'

Harry took the last bit of his cone in his mouth, and Susan climbed on his lap in Hannah's position, snogging him deeply as well. Her massive breasts pressed against Harry's chest, and she wriggled her hips on his lap, trying to increase the contact between their pubic areas.

'I think you three will want to take it private,' an amused voice sounded, and Harry sheepishly released Susan. An amused Florian Fortesque was mock-glaring at the trio.

'Sorry sir, yes...' Harry got up his tent very visible in his pants. The two girls were red-faced from shame, and dragged their wizard away towards the Leaky Cauldron leaving a chortling Fortesque behind.

'Up the stairs we go,' Hannah guided Harry up, supported by Susan. 'Uncle Tom won't mind if I use an empty room...'

The trio entered a room upstairs, and Harry shrugged off his shirt and got out of his pants. No guesses what they were here for!

Hannah and Susan almost drooled at his body, then quickly undressed as well. Susan was a cute red-head with absolutely massive tits for her age, and was a little plump overall, but still nicely shaped. Her crotch was covered by a mass of red hair the same tint as the sweet curls covering her head.

Hannah was a dirty blonde with a sporty build, her long blonde locks flowing over her shoulder. Her muff was shaved into a neat little triangle, a little darker than the hair on her head. She had very long legs, and almost seemed to have Barbie doll proportions below her neck.

The girls shared another look, and somehow decided that Susan could be first. Hannah lied down on the bed, and began slowly diddling herself, while Susan walked over to Harry.

'Susan, I hate the Hogwarts robes,' Harry said, taking one of Susan's massive tits in each hand, testing their firmness as he rubbed them.

'Why Harry?' Susan replied.

'Because they are hiding these treasures from the world,' he said. 'Come over here.' Harry moved over to sit in a chair, and brought one of her tits to his mouth so he could suck on her nipple. The magical button worked. Susan straddled his leg, and started rubbing her crotch against his thigh.

'Do you want to fuck my tits Harry?' Susan asked.

'Do I ever,' Harry grinned. Susan got off his lap, and knelt down in front of him, holding up her tits. Harry put his cock in Susan's cleavage, and she squeezed her milk factories around him. Harry put his hands next to hers, and together they moved her tits up and down his hard cock. His hot cum shot out from behind her tits, hitting the underside of Susan's chin, before dribbling back down on her mammaries. The rest of the cum did the same, and soon Susan's large tits were nicely coated with his sperm.

To Harry's huge surprise, Susan got off the floor, and went over to Hannah on the bed. Hannah started licking his cum off them, lying down on her stomach. Harry turned hard from the sight, and slid his cock into Hannah's eager little pussy. Harry was pistoning his cock in and the tight little snatch, while Hannah cleaned her friend. Once Susan was all cleaned up, Hannah turned around, and moved Harry's cock from her cunt to her own tits. Harry fucked between them, before he came all over Hannah's decent sized chest and her face.

Susan had been waiting for this, and climbed over her friend to clean her up. After a few minutes, the girls moved from licking and sucking their tits, to sucking each other's sopping wet cunts. Harry was sitting in the chair facing them, watching the duo spellbound, slowly wanking himself hard again. Once Susan and Hannah made each other cum, Susan got up from the bed, 'Morgana that was nice, but now I really need your hard cock in me!'

She came over to Harry and gave him a deep snog, and Harry tasted Hannah on her lips. Susan climbed his lap, and began bouncing on him. Harry's hands plaid with her big boobs, while Susan rubbed her clit.

Over her shoulder, Harry saw Hannah was busy fingering herself. Susan's moans became louder, and with a continuous wail she came all over his cock. Harry shot his load inside her, and kept pumping his cock in her wet pussy until Susan stilled. Susan climbed off him again, and lied down on the bed which Hannah quickly vacated. Hannah knelt between her legs, and began eating out Harry's cum.

'You girls are going to be the death of me,' Harry smiled, and got behind Hannah, and entered her doggy-style. He bucked against her, until Susan cried out in another orgasm, and cried out 'Harry, come in my mouth!'

Harry slid out of Hannah, and sat on the chair. Susan crawled over, and lowered her head on his cock, lickin up Hannah's juices. Her tongue twirled around his sensitive organ, and with a loud grunt Harry came yet again, Susan swallowing several drops until he was ready, and then she kissed Hannah to share his cum.

'Oh Merlin look at the time!' Hannah suddenly yelled out, 'Harry, we need to get you back to the Ministry!' The trio quickly dressed, and as Hannah called out 'thanks!' to her uncle Tom, they flood to the Ministry Atrium. They landed in a bundle of arms and legs, and if Harry spent a little more time groping them than trying to get back to his feet, none of the girls complained.

'Oh Harry, there you are. Did the girls show you a good time?' asked Mr Weasley, who was chatting with Madam Bones in the entrance hall, once the threesome had gotten to their feet.

'Erm, yes sir, it was wonderful,' Harry sheepishly replied. Susan and Hannah both kissed his cheeks at the same time, and with a giggling 'bye Harry!' they entered the lift.

Harry thanked Madam Bones for her support, then flood back home with Mr Weasley.