Chapter 10 Day of the Trial

Harry awoke groggy after a very nice dream about Ginny and himself. After Harry finished his shower he realized he didn't have any dress robes for the trial, panicking for a minute before Ron calmed him down saying they could get some in Diagon Alley before.

The two of them met up with Hermione in the Common room and headed to Dumbledore's office, when they arrived Molly and Arthur Weasley were waiting for them ready to escort them.

Introductions were made and Mrs. Weasley started fretting over Harry and Ron almost immediately, for Harry it was like he was one of her own all over again, which it was really. Dumbledore allowed them to go to Diagon Alley for new dress robes for all of them.

They flooed to The Leaky Cauldron, getting breakfast there and Harry, Ron and Hermione telling them about Hogwarts, finally Harry telling them about making the Quidditch team.

"That's very impressive Harry," Mr. Weasley said, "You might even give Charlie a run for his money."

"I heard about him," Harry said excited, "I heard he is really good, but I just have all the natural talent. Do you think we could face off some time, see who is the better seeker?"

"We will see, we actually were going to go visit him in Romania but I think if you wanted to, and Molly allows it you could come stay with us and he can come home, we have a Quidditch pitch at our house you see." Arthur said to Harry as Mrs. Weasley was talking girl with Hermione. Harry and Ron just grinned at each other.

"C'mon, we best get going if we need to go to Madam Malkins." Arthur said.

"And Gringotts," Harry said.

"Why would we go there?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"To get money for robes." Harry answered logically.

"Oh all right we best be off then, and perhaps we can see Bill." Said Mrs. Weasley consenting.

On the way down the alley Ron finally asked the question he had been waiting for since he had first seen the Weasleys. "Mum, where is Ginny?"

"She is over at the Lovegoods dear, terrible what happened to the poor girls mother last year."

"Terrible," Ron echoed. Harry could barely contain his smile at the thought of Ginny at Luna's house, collecting Dirigible Plums and fishing for Freshwater Pimplies.

They arrived at Gringotts and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley left with Ron and Hermione to say hello to Bill, while Harry was told to get money and come back immediately. Harry set off for Lufe Ganak's office.

Harry knocked and was told to enter.

"Ah Mr. Potter, how are you today?"

"I am well and yourself?"

"As happy as can be, what can I do for you today?"

"Well I wanted to make a withdraw and see if you could put me in touch with the current CEO of Quidditch Inc."

"Of course, of course, if you would just put your finger here." Indicating a small indent just the size of a thumb in his desk. Harry put his finger in it and felt a tiny prick and then nothing.

"Just making sure you are you Mr. Potter, I am very sorry, just company procedure."

"Its absolutely fine. I understand completely." Harry said reassuring the goblin.

"So, how much would you like?"

"I want one thousand galleons please."

"We highly recommend not carrying such a large amount around, but rather take this card, it has all your money and it can only be used by you or any other people on the account." Taking the card he looked at it, a simple but elegant red and yellow rectangular palm sized card with his name on it.

"Thanks, this will make things lots easier."

"My pleasure Mr. Potter."

"Please call me Harry."

"Alright, Harry, do you still want the information on the CEO of Quidditch Inc.?"

"Yes please," Harry said eagerly.

"Well, not many people know this but the man in charge, Charles Alexander, actually runs Quality Quidditch Supplies."

"Really?"

"Yes, in fact you can floo from this fireplace if you wish," Harry gave him a strange look, "My clients like discretion," Ganak said explaining.

"Thanks, I will be back in five minutes," Harry said and flooed away.

"Hello, and how can I help you today?" Mr. Alexander said not looking up from the fine detail work he was doing on a broom that looked very much like a Firebolt to Harry.

"I'm interested in buying a broom."

"What kind?"

"A Firebolt."

"How do you know about that?" he asked curiously finally looking up at Harry, "Oh, Mr. Potter."

"Please, call me Harry."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I own the majority of this company, a little birdie told me." Harry said, avoiding the question.

"Ok, so what?"

"I want one, as fast as possible made for a seeker, and another two after that, but for those I want for a Keeper and for a Chaser models. And I would also like 10 Nimbus 2000's delivered to Hogwarts for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, delivered anonymously."

"That's a lot your asking for, you paying?" Alexander said, Galleons signs in his eyes.

"Yep." Harry said holding out his new card.

"Thanks. Most people would have just said they owned the company so they didn't have to pay."

"No problem, I don't need the money, and if any Malfoy comes in here trying to buy any brooms, I will give you double whatever he says to not sell him any brooms at all." Harry said.

"Done," offering his hand to Harry, he took it, "Then done it is."

"So I take it you wont be needing the Nimbus 2000 McGonagall asked for?"

"No, but she doesn't need to know that. I need to go, send my broom to me at Hogwarts."

"Will do, its been a pleasure."

"The pleasure is all mine." Harry said and flooed away.

"Ah, Harry, the Weasleys are looking for you as well as Miss Granger." Ganak said.

"Thank you Ganak, for all you have done," Harry said, offering his hand to the goblin.

"Your welcome, Harry." Taking his hand.

Harry walked out of the office and strait into Molly Weasley.

"Where have you been?" Molly said, Harry thought it was reminiscent of his first summer after Hogwarts.

"I was getting money." Harry said, feigning confusion.

Molly looked like she was going to she was going to explode but she took a deep breath and said in a soft resigned voice, "Well we best be going if we are going to make the trial."

They hurried to Madam Malkins and Ron and Hermione tried on robes while Harry looked around. When he thought they weren't looking he went up to the cashier and paid for all that they would buy, and went back to looking. He found some emerald robes that Ginny probably would have said that they brought out his eyes, he tried them on, and they felt almost perfect.

"Oh, those really bring out your eyes Harry," Mrs. Weasley said to him, Harry just laughed, on the inside of course.

When they all were ready, and at the cash register, the cashier said it had already had been paid of and that she had been sworn to secrecy, the Weasleys were happy and Hermione looked troubled, they walked back to the Leaky Caldron and flooed to the Ministry.

They checked had their wands checked and were given name tags. They all climbed into the lift carrying them to The Department of Mysteries, where they got off and proceeded to courtroom 10 where the trial was to be held.

They sat down and to Harry's surprise Tonks and Kingsley brought in Peter Pettigrew. As Chief Warlock, Dumbledore was like a judge at a muggle court. And Madam Bones was the questioner.

"Peter Percival Pettigrew, you stand accused to killing twelve innocent muggle, consorting with the know Dark wizard, Lord Voldemort, and intentionally lead to their death James and Lily Potter, resisting arrest, and numerous other infractions. How do you plead?" She asked.

"Not guilty. I was under the Imperius Curse; I have been used by Sirius Black as a tool."

"While he was in Azkaban?"

"Yes."

"When he didn't have a wand or any other device to control you with."

"Yes."

"Then how do you explain the Dark Mark on your arm?"

"He made me get it."

"Why would he need you? He himself could have been James and Lily's Secret-Keeper, Why use you?"

"To get them off his trail. They suspected him."

"Very well the prosecution calls forward Hermione Jean Granger for how Mr. Pettigrew came well, back." Dumbledore said in a formal voice.

"Miss Granger, do you swear to tell the truth on penalty of magic?"

"I do."

"Will you please tell the Wizengamot what you saw transpire on September 1st?" Madam Bones asked politely.

Hermione told the court what she saw, as did Ron. Both of them were extremely nervous and once it was over they looked like they had just defeated Lord Voldemort, happy, but exhausted.

"For the last witness the prosecution calls forward Harry James Potter." The whole court started whispering like they were back in Hogwarts and a celebrity had just walked in.

"Mr. Potter, do you swear to tell the truth on penalty of magic?"

"I do."

"Will you please tell the Wizengamot what you saw transpire on September 1st?"

"I will, my friend Ronald Weasley had a rat named Scabbers on his lap, he was trying to impress Hermione with a spell that I knew wouldn't work, and I thought that I knew the spell that would change hair color on his rat, which was the spell he was trying to cast. So I cast I the same time he finished the rhyme, I must have said it wrong because he started morphing soon after."

"And what incantation did you say?"

"Animalis Auctor." Harry said.

"Where did you learn this? This is a very complicated spell, not many people can even perform it."

"I bought the Auror spellbook. I thought that if I could learn some of the spells, I could defeat Lord Voldemort if he ever comes back."

"And what makes you think that?" Madam Bones asked curiously.

"I don't know, I have a hunch, you could call it." Harry said feigning innocence.

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There was something in his eye that Tonks almost missed, a twinkle, like he knew something and was just laughing at the entire court for thinking that Voldemort wasn't coming back. Tonks looked at the scrawny eleven year old, with hair that made him look like his father, though she had only seen pictures of them, there already was a striking resemblance.

"What do you think King?" She whispered to her older partner, although she was still a trainee, she could do what were believed to be easy missions.

"I think that Pettigrew has been fooling everyone for over 10 years." Kingsley said honestly, "James and Sirius were like brothers, I couldn't even imagine what would drive Sirius to do that."

"Have you noticed anything about Harry?" Tonks asked curious to what his answer would be. In truth, he had, Harry's eyes never stopped, they assessed people where to move, and anything he might need in case it got sticky. And his body posture was always on edge, like he was ready for anything to go down, which was exactly what he was.

"He seems on edge," Kingsley said, deciding to keep this information to himself just for a little while, just in case.

"Really to me he seems really relaxed," which was exactly what he looker to any other person, but to Kingsley, he knew better.

"Look closer." Kingsley said giving into his teaching mentality. And that's exactly what she did.

"He looks like he is scanning everything, the people, exits, Pettigrew. Looking for anything that might go wrong with the trial, and what to do about it." Tonks said realizing what he was doing, prioritizing what to do and how to do it.

"That's exactly what he is doing, good job. It takes a lot of traumatic experiences for that to develop, even some Aurors don't have it, what I am wondering is how does an eleven year old have it already." Kingsley said troubled.

"Well he is Harry Potter." Tonks said brushing it off, but Kingsley knew better, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

Switch

"Thank you Mr. Potter." Madam Bones said.

"Its my pleasure Madam Bones." Harry said stepping down from the stand. He rejoined his friends, just as Dumbledore said, "We will review the presented memories and the statements and make a verdict, the council is adjourned while it is made. Dismissed."

"C'mon, if we hurry we can get you back to Hogwarts for dinner," Mr. Weasley said as Harry's stomach gave a ferocious growl.

"Lets hurry, Harry doesn't look like he can afford to lose any more meals." Mrs. Weasley said her motherly instinct kicking in.

They got back to the Atrium and Flooed to McGonagall's office as Dumbledore was discussing the verdict of the trial.

"Please don't get any ash on my carpet Potter," McGonagall said as Harry stumbled out of the fireplace, not even looking up from the papers on her desk.

"Yes Professor." Ron and Hermione soon followed.

The three trampled down to the Great Hall, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gone home, they ate dinner as quietly as they could with everyone in shouting distance asking them questions about where they were and the trial. Finally they retreated to the common room and it soon after, bed.

Harry dreamed about Ginny once again but this time was different, usually they were watching one of Harry's memories, but this time Harry awoke alone outside the Burrow, he walked in the house just as Ginny came down the stairs, she ran into his arms, sobbing.

"Sh, sh, it ok," Harry said, trying to calm her down.

"No, no, its not, your dead." She whispered.

"No I'm not, I'm here, with you." Harry said trying to reassure her, she pulled away, grabbing his and pulling him up the stairs. She pulled him into what should have been her room, but was his in his past life in his house. On the bed lay two old people, the old man was lying still while the woman cried holding on to his arm. Then he realized that it was he and Ginny, after he died, her waking up to him dead. He literally saw the old Ginny lose the will to live right in front of his eyes, he looked at the young Ginny, it was like a mirror image of her older counterpart, "Harry I need you, come back to me, come back to me Harry," and young Ginny disappeared and the old Ginny died, Harry starting to fear for the real Ginny, he awoke, screaming her name.

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