Okay, everyone!

I'm just going to send out a big general thank you, and I'm sorry that I can't do individual thank yous but THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!

The wait is now over..

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"Alright, I call upon the prosecution to begin their case," said the judge.

Mr. Falcon stood up and walked to the middle of the room. "I'd like to call upon the defendant, Mr. Harry Potter."

Harry sucked in a breath and glanced at Snape, who looked high intimidating.

"Mr. Potter, please approach the bench."

Harry stood with trembling knees and walked over to the witnesses' chair.

"I'd like to seek permission to administer Veritaserum," Mr. Falcon announced. Harry looked startled, but nodded after getting a reassuring look from Dumbledore.

A guard poured the potion down his throat.

"Please tell the jury your full name," started the prosecution.

"Harry James Potter."

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen. I'll be fifteen in eleven days."

"Tell us about life at Hogwarts," demanded Falcon.

"Could you be more specific? There is a lot to tell."

"Fine. Tell me about your friends."

"My two best friends are Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. We do everything together. I'm also friends with Neville Longbottom, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and many others."

"You do everything with Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley?"

"Yes."

"Then why were you at Hogwarts alone this summer?"

"Because they weren't there, obviously. And they weren't aware of my presence at school," answered Harry. He could see Snape smirking slightly out of the corner of his eye.

"Thank you for that, Mr. Potter," Falcon spat sarcastically.

"Any time."

"Tell me why you were at Hogwarts this summer!"

"My uncle.. Vernon Dursley.. he was, well, unkind to me. I was rescued by Albus Dumbledore, Professor Snape, and Professor McGonagall. They took me from my uncle's house and placed me at Hogwarts."

"Why were you living with your uncle to begin with?"

"Because my mom and James were killed by Lord Voldemort and I had no knowledge of any other family. Even you should know that, you miserable prat," said Harry angrily.

"Now, now, Mr. Potter, name-calling is not the answer."

"I only call names when it's due."

Falcon sighed. "Mr. Potter, did you kill Cedric Diggory?"

A gasp went through the audience.

"No, I did not."

The prosecutor looked surprised. "You didn't?"

"No, I did not."

"Who did?"

"Peter Pettigrew, who was at that time carrying Voldemort to me in the aftermath of the Triwizard Tournament."

Falcon scoffed. "Peter Pettigrew has been dead for years."

"Think again, bastard. He went into hiding as a rat after framing Sirius Black for the murder of himself and a bunch of Muggles. Pettigrew returned to the Dark Lord in my third year of school."

Harry took delight in the audiences' surprised gasps. They couldn't imagine- Sirius Black? Innocent?

"Mr. Potter, did you kill Lucius Malfoy?"

"No sir, I did not."

"Then would you please explain to me how it was that you ended up with his body?"

"Certainly. I had gone to Malfoy Manor to be captured so I could rescue Professor Snape, who was being held by Lord Voldemort. I was captured and taken to the Riddle House, where Voldemort and I dueled. I drank an invisibility potion and tackled Voldemort when he tried to kill Snape. The dark lord flung me across the room and started throwing the killing curse at me. I put up a shield, and one of the curses bounced off and hit Lucius in the head."

Falcon was obviously thrown for a loop by this new bit of information. "Is there anything else?"

"About Lucius? No. Only that his body was slumped over Professor Snape forever while Voldemort and I dueled. It was kind of gross."

A muffled cough was heard from the defendant's bench as Remus tried to choke back a laugh.

Suddenly, an idea struck the prosecutor.

"Mr. Potter?"

"That's my name."

"Why were you saving Severus Snape?"

"Voldemort was torturing him. He needed help."

"Why did Voldemort have him?"

"Voldemort found out that Snape was a spy for the light side. Snape has been spying for Dumbledore for years. I think it was Lucius Malfoy who snitched on him. I don't really know how he found out, though. The only person who had that much contact with Professor Snape was Draco, and I don't think he's evil. I mean, he may be a git, but he's not a death eater."

Draco Malfoy's face turned bright pink at Harry's statement. He flashed Harry a small smile.

"How nice, Mr. Potter," said the prosecutor.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Actually, no I'm not. Eat dirt."

Falcon rolled his eyes. "How do you feel, Mr. Potter?"

"Bored out of my mind. Your questions are getting us nowhere."

"Hmm. Perhaps this one will interest you."

"Fire away," said Harry.

"Did you kill Lord Voldemort?"

"Yes, I did."

Shouts and cheers from the audience. Judge Munnegin had to magically enhance his voice to get everyone's attention.

"ORDER! BE SILENT!! Mr. Falcon, continue!"

"Very good, sir," said Falcon. "Mr. Potter, how did you kill Lord Voldemort?"

"Like I said before, we were dueling. After Voldemort's curse hit Lucius in the head, I was rather dumbstruck. My shields were down and I was not paying attention. Voldemort raised his wand to kill me. Snape warned me of the attack, and I rolled out of the way. I then cast the curse to kill him."

"What was the curse you used?"

"It was a combination of Merlin's spirit curse, which destroys the spirit, and the killing curse, which kills the body," explained Harry.

"There is no such thing."

"Of course there's not. I invented it."

"HAH! You invented it??"

"Yes, I did. I bought a dark charms book, written in parseltongue, to find the spirit curse. I used an advanced charms book to figure out how to combine spells, and I combined Merlin's curse with the killing curse. It was simple, really."

"Written in parseltongue?"

"Yes. That is what I said."

"You can read parseltongue?"

"If I couldn't, do you think I'd have bought the book and read the curse? Yes, I can read parseltongue. I'm a parselmouth. Rita Skeeter wrote a whole freaking article about it, you know. Don't you read?" asked Harry scornfully.

"Certainly not the words of Rita Skeeter," huffed the prosecutor.

"I don't blame you," muttered Harry.

"So, Mr. Potter, you admit to killing Lord Voldemort."

"Yes."

"To killing Cedric Diggory?"

"I didn't kill him."

"Lucius Malfoy?"

"I didn't kill him, either."

"But you did kill Lord Voldemort," reaffirmed Mr. Falcon.

"Yes."

"Thank you, Mr. Potter."

He's an idiot.

I couldn't agree more.

He practically killed his own case with those questions.

Well, he did want the truth..

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A/N: OH MY GOSH! IT'S NOT A CLIFFIE!!! WOW!!! (hahaha)