Harry Potter and the Isla de Secreto

I hope you enjoy this one. Its 3,ooo words, just as I promised. It's the trial, though you won't find out the verdict tell the next chapter. I'm still spewed with the reviewer from Rarest of Them All, so I'll tell you as well.

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I do not own the poems. I just found them and added them. I think the go with the chapter, but am not sure. I do not claim these poems as my own…

White Wolf

 Ode to a Butterfly
Thou spark of life that wavest wings of gold,
Thou songless wanderer mid the songful birds,
With Nature's secrets in thy tints unrolled
Through gorgeous cipher, past the reach of words,
Yet dear to every child
In glad pursuit beguiled,
Living his unspoiled days mid flowers and flocks and herds!
Thou winged blossom, liberated thing,
What secret tie binds thee to other flowers,
Still held within the garden's fostering?
Will they too soar with the completed hours,
Take flight, and be like thee
Irrevocably free,
Hovering at will o'er their parental bowers?
Or is thy lustre drawn from heavenly hues,--
A sumptuous drifting fragment of the sky,
Caught when the sunset its last glance imbues
With sudden splendor, and the tree-tops high
Grasp that swift blazonry,
Then lend those tints to thee,
On thee to float a few short hours, and die?
Birds have their nests; they rear their eager young,
And flit on errands all the livelong day;
Each fieldmouse keeps the homestead whence it sprung;
Burt thou art Nature's freeman,--free to stray
Unfettered through the wood,
Seeking thine airy food,
The sweetness spiced on every blossomed spray.
The garden one wide banquet spreads for thee,
O daintiest reveller of the joyous earth!
One drop of honey gives satiety;
A second draught would drug thee past all mirth.
Thy feast no orgy shows;
Thy calm eyes never close,
Thou soberest sprite to which the sun gives birth.
And yet the soul of man upon thy wings
Forever soars in aspiration; thou
His emblem of the new career that springs
When death's arrest bids all his spirit bow.
He seeks his hope in thee
Of immortality.
Symbol of life, me with such faith endow!
Thomas Wentworth Higginson

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
Robert Frost

Chapter Eleven

Judgement Day

Harry woke yet again in the Hospital Wing. He got up, ignoring the splitting headache and rushed out before Madame Pomfrey saw him up. He scurried to the Gargoyle to Professor Dumbledore's office. He got to the Gargoyle and it opened. Not even noticing that he hadn't said the Password, Harry rushed up the staircase.

Banging open the door he saw Professor Dumbledore and Alex in the office. Alex was playing with the Sorting Hat while Professor Dumbledore was scribbling on a piece of parchment. Professor Dumbledore looked up when the door was opened with a smile. Alex was much too busy baby talking with the Hat to notice anything. Harry, gasping, rushed to the desk.

"W-w-what hap-happened?" Harry gasped out, breathing in pants. Professor Dumbledore patted him on the shouldered.

"Nothing Harry, your Alternate Self just got a little carried away. You only turned Severus into a King Cobra. And besides, today's the trial so I guess it's a good thing that you're up and about. We are to leave in an hour." Professor Dumbledore said. Harry, too shocked to do anything else, walked out and towards the Gryffindor Common Room and changed his clothing. He had a brief chat with the Fat Lady on his way out.

"I haven't seen you in ages dearie! Where have you been? I haven't seen Alex in such a well either. You don't come around here anymore!—" she carried on. Well, chat wasn't really what it was for Harry.

He nodded his head every so often, trying to block the painting's voice as he waited for her to finish talking and take a breath. After about thirty minutes he interrupted, saying he had to meet the Headmaster. She waved at him goodbye as he set off, practically running away from the Portrait. Making it back to the office he sat down silently as Professor Dumbledore again scribbled on the parchment. Suddenly the Sorting Hat, still on Alex's head, shouted.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry blinked. He looked at the grinning Alex who had finally taken off the Sorting Hat. Fawkes let out a pleasant note as Alex giggled and clapped her hands trying to touch the Phoenix. Harry heard the quill scratching sound stop and turned around to Professor Dumbledore, who was grinning broadly.

"Well, that proves that she is indeed a witch and needs to stay with you Harry." Professor Dumbledore said happily. He clapped his hands together, rubbing them a bit, looking like he was about to choose one Chocolate out of a dozen. Professor Dumbledore motioned for Harry to pick up Alex and told him to go to the fireplace. Harry did so, having a bad feeling telling him that they were about to use Floo Powder. He groaned inwardly, not wanting to show his unwilling.

They waited as Professor Dumbledore searched for the Powder. Somehow he had lost it. After opening his drawer he threw out a sock, a Muggle mousetrap, a Hot Wheels toy car, and then finally a mug filled to the brim with whitish greyish Powder. Harry had looked upon this in amusement as he watched his Professor. Finally he handed Harry some powder.

"Just say 'Courthouse Family 12' and you'll be right inside the trial room." Professor Dumbledore instructed him. Harry nodded before doing as he had said.

"COURTHOUSE FAMILY 12!" Harry bellowed, hugging tightly to Alex who found it easy to fall asleep like a log at such a convenient time. He thought silently under his breath (LOL) so he wouldn't have to open his mouth. He then landed roughly on his feet. Coughing and dusting himself off he hurriedly got out of the way just in time to not collide with Professor Dumbledore. He looked around the courtroom.

Seeing that it was very similar to the trial room for Death Eaters that he had witnessed in his Fourth Year. He had been in a Pensive that was owned by Professor Dumbledore. He carried Alex towards the front, ignoring stares. They saw on the Prosecutor side that Minister Fudge sat. They sat on their side of the table and waited, not talking to the overly talkative people and Jurors.

Alex, thankfully, slept through this.

They were told by a brut-looking wizard to rise as the Judge came in. Usually Minister Fudge would be the Judge, but since he was a Prosecutor he couldn't be the Judge. Judge Falconer Stone walked to the chair at the front of the table. He cleared his throat and held rolls of parchment that just appeared. He read, without looking up the parchment.

"This Hearing was called up by British Minister C. Fudge. For the reason of Guardianship for the minor Alexandria Jean Dursley to go to the last remaining relative, blood relation, and cousin Seventeen-year-old Harold James Potter. Harold James Potter has asked to be the one for custody of the minor. Minister Fudge has asked that the minor to be sent to a Muggle Orphanage to have a more stable life. Headmaster Albus, you may vindicate your case." Judge Stone declared.

"Your Honour. Harry Potter, this summer has lost his whole family. No where to go he left, but with nothing but this child. Harry protected her as the Death Eaters tried to kill him and the child. But both of them got away.

"They ran to London and made it to the Leaky Cauldron where he was reported to be buying things for her, anything and everything she would need and want. That done he went to Hogwarts where he protected Alex like she was his own daughter. When she went wondering in the castle he saved her from a brutal fall and took the injuries meant for Alexandria, which would have surely killed her. He has done everything in his power to treat her as if she was his, unlike how he was tried by the Dursley's for many years. For reasons unknown until now, Harry took care of her and didn't let her be killed.

"He didn't leave her to fend for herself. Now that Voldemort is back he will stop at nothing to get to Harry. If Alexandria were sent to a Muggle Orphanage, then, Death Eaters would indubitably kill her. But yet there is another reason to which she should not leave him. Similar to the protection's, from which Harry got from his blood relatives, the same thing is for her.

"Furthermore, she is not, as we all think, a Muggle. She is indeed a witch. She is not only that, but the next Heir for Gryffindor if anything should happen to Harry. Thank you your Honour." Dumbledore finished. Everyone was silent and shocked. Harry was red-faced and wishing the ground could swallow him up. Why oh why me? He thought with a silent moan. Fudge told his reasons for placing Alex in an orphanage and not with Harry. After that the Judge called Harry up to the witness stand and had him swallow the strongest Truth Potion. He heard from like far away a voice questioning him. He felt like he had to answer.

What is your name?

"Harry Potter."

How old are you?

"Seventeen."

Are you the Heir of Gryffindor?

"Yes."

Is Voldemort alive again?

"Yes."

There was a commotion he heard slightly and then another voice questioned him on Sirius Black.

Is Sirius Black guilty?

"No. He is innocent."

If you were given custody of Alexandria what would you do?

"I'd adopt her. She is my rightful Heir by blood and the new Queen of Isla de Secreto."

What is the Isla de Secreto?

"It is my Kingdom of which I will soon rule by right of blood." Suddenly Harry blinked in confusion. The potion was wearing off but the voice was asking one last question. Harry saw Professor Dumbledore coming into view.

"Is Peter Pettigrew alive?" Harry suddenly snarled.

"That rat went to Voldemort, blaming Sirius and helping resurrect that bastard Tom Riddle. Yes. He's still alive and its because I stopped Sirius from killing him that night. He should be dead." Harry then stopped completely talking because he sat straighter up and looked around confused. Everyone was staring at him in shock.

Professor Dumbledore was smiling at the Jury Members and Harry. He was handed back Alex and was returned to his seat.

"I call a Recess to this courtroom. Come back at twelve." Judge Stone said bringing down his gavel that came out of thin air.