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"Never the less, I happened to overheard the Jury discussing what to do with Draco Malfoy here, the choice is yours. Don't let threats prevent you from doing your duties. Goodbye, my friends." And he disappeared.
After a while, one member of the jury stood up and spoke, "After much discussion, your Honor, we declared that Mr Draco Malfoy guilty of both the charges, attempted murder of Muggle-born American Exchange student, Miss Janet Heselwood and a follower in bearing of the Dark Mark as a loyal subject of the Dark Lord, He-Who-Not-Be-Named!"
Immediately, a thunderous applause erupted within the courtroom. The judge, however, did not allow this to disrupt the holdings.
"I declared that Mr Draco Malfoy under arrest this instant and shall be expelled for Hogwarts with immediately effect. He shall serve a twelve-year imprisonment in Azkaban on the spot! Guards! Take this Death Eater and see to it that he be escorted into Azkaban!"
"NO!" screamed Malfoy as he pulled out his wand and started using Dark Arts to get out of his predicament. Immediately, the whole courtroom was thrown into disorder as everyone tried their best to get out of the room. Dumbledore, Harry and his friends sat at their place talking about the latter's coming trial.
"Expelliarmus!" said Harry as his hand moved up into the air. Immediately, a bright flash pulsed within the room and with a mighty jerk removed Malfoy's wand from his hand, sending him flying. Standing up, Dumbledore's voice thundered through the small room.
"Silence!"
Instantaneously, the pandemonium happening within the room ceased. Following Dumbledore's lead, Harry stood up and said, "You still call yourselves fully-grown wizards and witches!?"
An angry voice spoke up and challenged Harry. "Then, may I asked Mr Potter why are we not fully-grown wizards and witches?"
Harry looked at the man in silent disbelief.
"What? You-Know-Who got your tongue?"
At this, Harry bristled.
"I can't believe that you asked that question! All of you started running about like headless chicken when Malfoy started to curse," snarled Harry. "No wonder that the Dark Lord Voldemort (Everyone but Dumbledore and Harry flinched) had such a grip in the wizarding world during his first reign!"
"And just where you are going?" a cold voice spoke. Harry knew that Aurgdani and his chosen warriors have arrived. Suddenly, a group of elves appeared at the back of the room. In Aurgdani's hand, was Malfoy who was trying his best to free himself from the Elf's grip.
"Will someone get this bastard behind bars?" roared the Elf King as he shook Malfoy. Immediately, the Aurors appointed by the Judge moved forward and took Malfoy under magical binds. Turning towards Harry, the King broke into a huge smile. Harry acknowledged greeting. The elves however, went down on one knee and spoke in one voice, "Our greetings to you, My Lord!"
A number of astonished gasps crossed the courtroom as they witnessed the elves went down on one knee. All of they knew that Elves are proud creatures that won't bow to any humans whom they deem unworthy. Harry gave a wave of his hand and they stood up.
"Lord Harry," King Aurgdani began but Harry interrupted him. "Please, do away with the formalities, Aurgdani. I'm sick of it."
"Very well, Harry, I believe that it's time for your trial. Do you need us to stay here or..." the King stopped, his ears moving; apparently he had detect some unwanted sounds. Harry noticed that the rest of elves began to tighten their grips on their bows. Harry instinctively moved his hands down to the Sword of Gryffindor and his wand.
//I heard a metallic clutter and the squeak of a rat...but something don't feel right..."
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated for a while. When he opened them, the riot of colours from magical aura appeared before him again. Harry began to single out those whose aura wasn't black. There, at the back door...a rat...That silver paw!
With recognition dawn upon him, Harry moved. The rat seemed to have detected Harry's movement as he sprinted out of the room. Harry knew that once the rat is out of sight, he would be untraceable. He leaped.
Immediately, his face elongated and transformed into a muzzle. Snow-white fur sprouted from his body and covered him. His hand transformed and the moment before it touched the ground became a wolf paw. By the time Harry hitted the ground, he has fully transformed. He could hear Hermione gasped as she realized what animal Harry had transformed into: a Fimbulwinter wolf.
The wolf lifted his nose into the air and sniffed and it took off. Crossing the threshold in one leap, the wolf was viciously on the trail of the rat. Soon, Harry caught sight of the pathetic rat. In a swift, fluid movement, the wolf leapt over the rat and landed lightly on its paws. A deep growl from the wolf's throat stopped the rat.
The rest of the ministry appeared, charging to the scene where the two animals have stopped. One member of the Committee of the Disposal of Dangerous Animal stepped forward with his wand raised above his head. "Stupefy!" the wizard cried, his wand aiming for the Fimbulwinter wolf.
Unbelievably, the spell bounded from what seems like an invisible barrier. Dumbledore took out his wand and trace an ancient rune in the air and immediately, a silvery dome appeared. From what it seems, the dome appeared to protecting the two animals inside.
"Who casted this shield?" demanded the Minister Cornelius Fudge as he appeared from behind the other workers of the Ministry. Silently, Dumbledore drew another rune and this time the shield shimmered and faded from sight.
"Excellent, Dumbledore," spoke the Minister as he walked forward towards the two animals.
"Don't! Cornelius, the shield is still activated!" said the Dumbledore. But the Minister waved away the warning and Bam! The Minister had walked face in to the shield. The results?
The Minister was tossed thirty feet away, his expensive robes burnt as the electrical energy from the shield had grounded with the aid of the minister as a lightning conductor. The audience tried their best to stifle their laughter but the Elves haven't been so kind to the Minister. Their laughter echoed through the whole room.
Meanwhile, the Fimbulwinter wolf fixed his blazing green eyes on the rat. The rat tried pathetically to escape the towering wolf but failed. The wolf took a step forward and placed his paw on the rat and let out a shattering howl. To the non-wolf listener, it was a howl, which to them was one which the wolf had caught his prey. But to the wolf, it was a howl that signifies a victory, a triumph.
Then, the wolf transformed. His paw retracted and changed back to a human hand. The wolf gradually stood up on its hind legs. At this split second, both Janet and Hermione thought of the famous Muggle scientist, Charles Darwin's theory on evolution. Meanwhile, Harry had completed the transformation and was shaking the rat, shouting.
"Pettigrew! How dare you show you pathetic face in this place! You were the reason that I lost my parent and my childhood! You are also the reason that Sirius's freedom being with-held. No matter what, today shall be Judgment Day for you!"
Holding the rat by its tail, Harry shouted, "Recenseo!"
A bright flash of light surrounded the rat. Immediately, Harry released the rat and watches it with his wand out, pointing. Dumbledore, Ron and Hermione also did the same. The rat transformed back into a human. A number of gasp crossed the room as Pettigrew drew out his wand. He snarled, "Never have I, in wildest imagination, did I know that could be detected in my Animagus form."
"Sorry to correct that but for the record, both the Marauder's Map and I could detect you in your pathetic rat form," snarled Harry as he held out his wand, trembling with rage. Behind him, Harry could hear the sound of bowstring being drawn.
As the ancient saying, a desperate man could do anything to save himself, Pettigrew said, "If you are that serious of saving Sirius and avenging your parents, Potter, prove your worth! Duel me in a wizard's Duel!"
"Challenge accepted," Harry growled as he began to circle the pathetic man whom his father had trusted their life with. "No rules."
"Agreed."
A tense moment passed as both wizards moved into dueling position. The crowd moved backwards, knowing that Unforgivables will be used.
"Avada Kedvara!" shouted Pettigrew pointing his wand at Harry...or where Harry stood. A shocked crowd watched as the curse hitted a discarded robe. A tapping on Pettigrew's back caused him to swirl around facing Harry.
"Silencio!" Harry shouted. A flash of light showed that the spell had hitted Pettigrew. The man stumbled back as the spell took effect. Pettigrew regained his balance and shouted a spell...but no effect.
"Surprised?" Harry hissed as he circled Pettigrew whose eyes widen as no sound came out of his throat. "Haven't you expected me to use this spell on you? Now that you can't cast spells, it is equal that you have lost in this duel."
Nervously, Pettigrew back away but Harry didn't even give him the chance.
"Stupefy!" Harry stunned Pettigrew. Turning towards the Minister, Harry spoke to him in an icy voice, which Snape in his most livid mood couldn't even match.
"Perhaps the Minister would attend my trial?"
The Minister met Harry's furious stare defiantly. The surrounding people were getting very uncomfortable as Harry inadvertently drew into his undiscovered reserves of magic. The atmosphere around the room was becoming thick as tension between the Boy-Who-Life and the Minister of Magic scaled to greater heights. Noticing the tense atmosphere, Dumbledore interrupted as he cleared his throat.
"Perhaps, Harry, you could return to the trial."
Immediately, Dumbledore knew that this was a grave mistake. The elves behind tightened their grip on their bows. Personally, Dumbledore despises the words that came out of his mouth. Harry threw one last angry glare at the Minister before he walked back into the courtroom.
Clapping his hand, Dumbledore smiled and said, "Now that everyone has calm down and returned to our civilized beings as we are, let's return to the courtroom as Harry had decided to start play the Prey and Predator game."
At this, Aurgdani, Ron, Hermione and Janet smiled. Its payback time, the game of the hunter and hunted began. Dumbledore and Harry's friends knew and smiled.
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"Today, ladies and gentlemen, we are here to witness the trial of the century. This charge unlike other which had been filed involves five very serious offences and for the second time in England's magical history against a student from Hogwarts," spoke the judge. "Gryffindor student, Harry Potter, is currently under charge of being the Dark Lord, spreading rumors of the Dark Lord You-Know-Who's return, murder of fellow Triwizard Champion, Cedric Diggory, attack upon Hogwarts, practicing the Forbidden Magic of Necromancy. Harry Potter, please step forward."
Harry stood forward and looked straight at the Judge's eyes. Immediately, the judge felt distinctively uncomfortable. But the seasoned part of him took over.
"Do you plead guilty, Harry Potter?"
"Not guilty, Sir!" Harry declared aloud. Back at the stand, Fudge gave a decisive snort. Dumbledore glared at the Minister but he might as well stare at the stones of the dungeon.
"Oh, please!" the Minister said. "Come on, let's face it. Which criminal would plead guilty?"
Immediately, Harry glared at the Minister and in a cold voice spoke, "As far as I'm concerned, Minister, during a trial, only the Judge, juries, the accused and the defendant has any right to speak. If another person attempts to say anything, he or she could be charged with disruption to the court when in order and obstruction of justice being carried out."
"I must say that Mr Potter is right, Minister," said the Judge as he looked at the Minister. Furious at Harry's rebuke, the Minister quiet down but not before letting out a long stream of colourful languages.
"Who would stand in your defense, Mr Potter?"
"Myself."
"Very well, Mr Potter. Please stand forward and place your hand on the Pensieve Revealer Orb," said the Judge. The Minister looked positively smug, he thought that there was nothing that Harry could do. Without said a word, Harry placed his hand on the orb. What other didn't know about Harry, he was trained to resist any magical attempts to pry out any information from him after he joined the Order of Light. The Orb attempted to break through his defense but failed. Harry casted, wandlessly, an Unbreakable Charm on the Orb to prevent it shatter from the magical backlash. In addition, Harry had to give aid to the Orb by breaking down the barrier himself.
After a few minutes, there was not reaction from the orb. Instantly, Fudge stood up and gleefully rubbed his palm. "It appears that nothing have happened, Potter. I believe that you are under another serious..."
'Let the game began,' Harry thought as the room swirled in a whirl of colours, preventing the Minister to speak. Slowly, the room transformed into the room of the Shrieking Shack. Immediately, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with surprise and amazement. A strong voice spoke out, "The truth revealed..."
'The incompetent of the Minister will be revealed, the game have began,' thought Dumbledore as he watched Remus and Sirius point their wand at Pettigrew and returning him back to his original form. The conversation between the Marauders had surprised him. He threw a sharp look at Harry who simply shrugged his shoulder.
Ron and Hermione also sent sharp looks at Harry, both of them was mouthing the same words, 'You skipped some parts.'
Harry smiled and mouthed back, 'To keep Sirius's secret safe.'
Then another swirl of colours before it stabilize. This time, they found themselves in the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament. The same voice spoke out again, "The Maze..."
And so it began. Everyone in the room started whispering as they watched the run-in both Cedric and Harry had with the acromantulas and how together they managed to stun it. Then the argument between them both and how Harry had suggested they tie for it.
"On three, right?" said Harry "One -Two-Three-"
They both grasped the handle of the Tri-Wizard Cup, the Portkey that would take them straight into the hands of the Dark Lord, Voldemort.
Everything blurred for a moment as though it were changing scenes and then loud gasps and mutterings could be heard as an old graveyard came into view.
"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" Cedric asked, utterly bewildered by the sudden change of scenery.
"Nope," said Harry, looking around. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"
"I dunno. Wands out, d'you reckon?"
"Yeah," said Harry.
Someone started moving towards Harry and Cedric, carrying something in his arms. Everyone watched, shocked, as Harry suddenly gasped in pain and fell to his knees holding his scar.
"Kill the spare!"
"The killing..."
A few people screamed as the stranger shot the killing curse at Cedric. He was dead before he hit the ground. The stranger grabbed hold of Harry who was still clutching his scar in pain and dragged him to the headstone engraved with the name 'Tom Riddle'. He then proceeded to bind him to it, stuffing a wad of material into his mouth.
"Peter Pettigrew...secret keeper of the Potters, most loyal of the Dark Lord's servants."
The onlookers stared disbelievingly at the scene that unfolds before their eye. Pettigrew removed the robes. What the crowds saw would have haunt them for the rest of their life as the thing revealed. Something like a same crouched human child was cradled in Wormtail's hand, except that the thing was hairless, scaly-looking, dark, raw, reddish black. With a face unlike what they had seen. The voice spoke out once again, "The Dark Lord before he was returned his body."
Wormtail then started the spell - the bone of Voldemort's father falling softly into the bottom of the cauldron. He then cut off his hand and placed that in too and then slowly began to move towards Harry.
"B-blood of the enemy...forcibly taken...you will...resurrect your foe!"
He pressed the knife into the crook of Harry's right arm, collecting his blood in a small phial before adding it to the cauldron.
"The resurrection of the Dark Lord..."
Many screamed in fear as there was a blinding flash of light and Lord Voldemort appeared from the cauldron. They watched as he proceeded to call his remaining Death Eaters to him and then spoke to Harry. The Death Eaters arrived, Voldemort speaking to some of them before explaining how he came back.
Harry was then given back his wand, ready to duel with Voldemort. Another dose of the painful Cruciatus curse and the Imperius curse, which Harry fought with much ease, considering his age. Many were utterly stunned that a fourteen year old could fight off such an advanced and powerful curse, but they continued to watch. Then Priori Incantatem ensued, the phoenix song filling the room; the beads of light moved slowly towards Voldemort's wand as Harry concentrated, as he'd never done before in his life.
The bead of light connected and screams filled the room as the echo of Cedric Diggory fell out of Voldemort's wand. Then an old man whom Dumbledore knew must the missing Muggle by the name Frank Bryce, Bertha Jorkins and finally Harry's parents. There were a few muffled cries as some people recognised who the couple were. Everyone else had their eyes fixed unblinking upon the duelers who had their wands held by the thin golden thread. Words of warning and requests was whispered to Harry who then broke the connection and dodged the Death Eaters spells as he ran towards Cedric's body, all the while, counterattacking the Death Eaters with spells of his own.
"Stun him!" Voldemort screamed.
Harry dived and grabbed Cedric's arm.
"Stand aside! I will kill him! He is mine!" shrieked Voldemort.
Harry's hand had closed on Cedric's wrist; one tombstone stood between him and Voldemort, but Cedric was too heavy for him to carry and the Cup was out of reach -
Voldemort's crimson eyes flamed in the darkness. Harry saw his mouth curl into a smile, saw him raise his wand, preparing to utter the killing curse.
"Accio!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand at the Tri-Wizard Cup.
It flew into the air and soared towards him - he caught it by the handle.
The room instantly filled with Voldemort's scream of fury before it returned to its original state. Many of a weaker heart had already fainted. Fudge's smug was instantly wiped off his face as he knew that this was the end of his career as the Minister of Magic. Harry, however, was a total different story. It seems that the Pensieve Revealer Orb had taken a worst toll on Harry than what he had expected.
"Well, those Death Eaters in the Ministry will be plunged," slurped Harry before he slumped into blissful unconsciousness.
TBC...
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ORIGINAL VERSION: ALWAYS LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST
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1. Don't let go of hope.
2. Don't ever quit believing in yourself.
3. Don't let anyone hold your happiness in their hands.
4. Don't measure success or failure by material wealth, but how you feel.
5. Don't let sad moments overcome you.
6. Don't hesitate to reach for help.
7. Don't run away from love, but towards love, because it is your deepest joy.
8. Don't wait for what you want to come to you.
9. Don't feel like you've lost, when plans and dreams fall short of your hopes.
10. Don't do anything that takes away your self-respect.
11. Don't ever forget how to laugh or be too proud to cry or too stubborn to smile.
12. Don't forget a friend who truly loves you, as it could be that friend who is true to you.
13. Don't ever forget who helped you grow as your need for more seeds may re-appear.
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Q VERSION: ALWAYS LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST
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1. Don't let go of hope.
Sometimes there's really no hope.
2. Don't ever quit believing in yourself.
If you believe that you can fly (Like birds), would you try it?
3. Don't let anyone hold your happiness in their hands
If that's so, you'll have to kill your parents first. Would you try doing that?
4. Don't measure success of failure by material wealth, but how you feel.
I don't think so. No money no talk!
5. Don't let sad moments overcome you.
Issit? You think "Principal Of Moments" ar? [Only Physics Student May Understand]
6. Don't hesitate to reach for help.
Sometimes, there's no one to help you.
7. Don't run away from love, but towards loves, because it is your deepest joy.
Issit? What if they run away from you?
8. Don't wait for what you want to come to you.
Yah. Take a cab there.
9. Don't feel like you've lost, when plans and dreams fall short of your hopes.
What if you're lost in the Amazon Forest?
10. Don't do anything that takes away from your self-respect.
What if we don't have anything to take away? (Penniless)
11. Don't ever forget how to laugh or be too proud to cry or too stubborn to smile.
Huh? What if you're too proud to smile and too stubborn to cry? Issit it the same?
12. Don't ever forget a friend who truly loves you, as it could be that friend who is true
to your needs.
How do you know if he/she's true?
13. Don't ever forget who helped you grow as your need for more seeds may re-
appear.
Issit? You think is like planting trees huh?
"Never the less, I happened to overheard the Jury discussing what to do with Draco Malfoy here, the choice is yours. Don't let threats prevent you from doing your duties. Goodbye, my friends." And he disappeared.
After a while, one member of the jury stood up and spoke, "After much discussion, your Honor, we declared that Mr Draco Malfoy guilty of both the charges, attempted murder of Muggle-born American Exchange student, Miss Janet Heselwood and a follower in bearing of the Dark Mark as a loyal subject of the Dark Lord, He-Who-Not-Be-Named!"
Immediately, a thunderous applause erupted within the courtroom. The judge, however, did not allow this to disrupt the holdings.
"I declared that Mr Draco Malfoy under arrest this instant and shall be expelled for Hogwarts with immediately effect. He shall serve a twelve-year imprisonment in Azkaban on the spot! Guards! Take this Death Eater and see to it that he be escorted into Azkaban!"
"NO!" screamed Malfoy as he pulled out his wand and started using Dark Arts to get out of his predicament. Immediately, the whole courtroom was thrown into disorder as everyone tried their best to get out of the room. Dumbledore, Harry and his friends sat at their place talking about the latter's coming trial.
"Expelliarmus!" said Harry as his hand moved up into the air. Immediately, a bright flash pulsed within the room and with a mighty jerk removed Malfoy's wand from his hand, sending him flying. Standing up, Dumbledore's voice thundered through the small room.
"Silence!"
Instantaneously, the pandemonium happening within the room ceased. Following Dumbledore's lead, Harry stood up and said, "You still call yourselves fully-grown wizards and witches!?"
An angry voice spoke up and challenged Harry. "Then, may I asked Mr Potter why are we not fully-grown wizards and witches?"
Harry looked at the man in silent disbelief.
"What? You-Know-Who got your tongue?"
At this, Harry bristled.
"I can't believe that you asked that question! All of you started running about like headless chicken when Malfoy started to curse," snarled Harry. "No wonder that the Dark Lord Voldemort (Everyone but Dumbledore and Harry flinched) had such a grip in the wizarding world during his first reign!"
"And just where you are going?" a cold voice spoke. Harry knew that Aurgdani and his chosen warriors have arrived. Suddenly, a group of elves appeared at the back of the room. In Aurgdani's hand, was Malfoy who was trying his best to free himself from the Elf's grip.
"Will someone get this bastard behind bars?" roared the Elf King as he shook Malfoy. Immediately, the Aurors appointed by the Judge moved forward and took Malfoy under magical binds. Turning towards Harry, the King broke into a huge smile. Harry acknowledged greeting. The elves however, went down on one knee and spoke in one voice, "Our greetings to you, My Lord!"
A number of astonished gasps crossed the courtroom as they witnessed the elves went down on one knee. All of they knew that Elves are proud creatures that won't bow to any humans whom they deem unworthy. Harry gave a wave of his hand and they stood up.
"Lord Harry," King Aurgdani began but Harry interrupted him. "Please, do away with the formalities, Aurgdani. I'm sick of it."
"Very well, Harry, I believe that it's time for your trial. Do you need us to stay here or..." the King stopped, his ears moving; apparently he had detect some unwanted sounds. Harry noticed that the rest of elves began to tighten their grips on their bows. Harry instinctively moved his hands down to the Sword of Gryffindor and his wand.
//I heard a metallic clutter and the squeak of a rat...but something don't feel right..."
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated for a while. When he opened them, the riot of colours from magical aura appeared before him again. Harry began to single out those whose aura wasn't black. There, at the back door...a rat...That silver paw!
With recognition dawn upon him, Harry moved. The rat seemed to have detected Harry's movement as he sprinted out of the room. Harry knew that once the rat is out of sight, he would be untraceable. He leaped.
Immediately, his face elongated and transformed into a muzzle. Snow-white fur sprouted from his body and covered him. His hand transformed and the moment before it touched the ground became a wolf paw. By the time Harry hitted the ground, he has fully transformed. He could hear Hermione gasped as she realized what animal Harry had transformed into: a Fimbulwinter wolf.
The wolf lifted his nose into the air and sniffed and it took off. Crossing the threshold in one leap, the wolf was viciously on the trail of the rat. Soon, Harry caught sight of the pathetic rat. In a swift, fluid movement, the wolf leapt over the rat and landed lightly on its paws. A deep growl from the wolf's throat stopped the rat.
The rest of the ministry appeared, charging to the scene where the two animals have stopped. One member of the Committee of the Disposal of Dangerous Animal stepped forward with his wand raised above his head. "Stupefy!" the wizard cried, his wand aiming for the Fimbulwinter wolf.
Unbelievably, the spell bounded from what seems like an invisible barrier. Dumbledore took out his wand and trace an ancient rune in the air and immediately, a silvery dome appeared. From what it seems, the dome appeared to protecting the two animals inside.
"Who casted this shield?" demanded the Minister Cornelius Fudge as he appeared from behind the other workers of the Ministry. Silently, Dumbledore drew another rune and this time the shield shimmered and faded from sight.
"Excellent, Dumbledore," spoke the Minister as he walked forward towards the two animals.
"Don't! Cornelius, the shield is still activated!" said the Dumbledore. But the Minister waved away the warning and Bam! The Minister had walked face in to the shield. The results?
The Minister was tossed thirty feet away, his expensive robes burnt as the electrical energy from the shield had grounded with the aid of the minister as a lightning conductor. The audience tried their best to stifle their laughter but the Elves haven't been so kind to the Minister. Their laughter echoed through the whole room.
Meanwhile, the Fimbulwinter wolf fixed his blazing green eyes on the rat. The rat tried pathetically to escape the towering wolf but failed. The wolf took a step forward and placed his paw on the rat and let out a shattering howl. To the non-wolf listener, it was a howl, which to them was one which the wolf had caught his prey. But to the wolf, it was a howl that signifies a victory, a triumph.
Then, the wolf transformed. His paw retracted and changed back to a human hand. The wolf gradually stood up on its hind legs. At this split second, both Janet and Hermione thought of the famous Muggle scientist, Charles Darwin's theory on evolution. Meanwhile, Harry had completed the transformation and was shaking the rat, shouting.
"Pettigrew! How dare you show you pathetic face in this place! You were the reason that I lost my parent and my childhood! You are also the reason that Sirius's freedom being with-held. No matter what, today shall be Judgment Day for you!"
Holding the rat by its tail, Harry shouted, "Recenseo!"
A bright flash of light surrounded the rat. Immediately, Harry released the rat and watches it with his wand out, pointing. Dumbledore, Ron and Hermione also did the same. The rat transformed back into a human. A number of gasp crossed the room as Pettigrew drew out his wand. He snarled, "Never have I, in wildest imagination, did I know that could be detected in my Animagus form."
"Sorry to correct that but for the record, both the Marauder's Map and I could detect you in your pathetic rat form," snarled Harry as he held out his wand, trembling with rage. Behind him, Harry could hear the sound of bowstring being drawn.
As the ancient saying, a desperate man could do anything to save himself, Pettigrew said, "If you are that serious of saving Sirius and avenging your parents, Potter, prove your worth! Duel me in a wizard's Duel!"
"Challenge accepted," Harry growled as he began to circle the pathetic man whom his father had trusted their life with. "No rules."
"Agreed."
A tense moment passed as both wizards moved into dueling position. The crowd moved backwards, knowing that Unforgivables will be used.
"Avada Kedvara!" shouted Pettigrew pointing his wand at Harry...or where Harry stood. A shocked crowd watched as the curse hitted a discarded robe. A tapping on Pettigrew's back caused him to swirl around facing Harry.
"Silencio!" Harry shouted. A flash of light showed that the spell had hitted Pettigrew. The man stumbled back as the spell took effect. Pettigrew regained his balance and shouted a spell...but no effect.
"Surprised?" Harry hissed as he circled Pettigrew whose eyes widen as no sound came out of his throat. "Haven't you expected me to use this spell on you? Now that you can't cast spells, it is equal that you have lost in this duel."
Nervously, Pettigrew back away but Harry didn't even give him the chance.
"Stupefy!" Harry stunned Pettigrew. Turning towards the Minister, Harry spoke to him in an icy voice, which Snape in his most livid mood couldn't even match.
"Perhaps the Minister would attend my trial?"
The Minister met Harry's furious stare defiantly. The surrounding people were getting very uncomfortable as Harry inadvertently drew into his undiscovered reserves of magic. The atmosphere around the room was becoming thick as tension between the Boy-Who-Life and the Minister of Magic scaled to greater heights. Noticing the tense atmosphere, Dumbledore interrupted as he cleared his throat.
"Perhaps, Harry, you could return to the trial."
Immediately, Dumbledore knew that this was a grave mistake. The elves behind tightened their grip on their bows. Personally, Dumbledore despises the words that came out of his mouth. Harry threw one last angry glare at the Minister before he walked back into the courtroom.
Clapping his hand, Dumbledore smiled and said, "Now that everyone has calm down and returned to our civilized beings as we are, let's return to the courtroom as Harry had decided to start play the Prey and Predator game."
At this, Aurgdani, Ron, Hermione and Janet smiled. Its payback time, the game of the hunter and hunted began. Dumbledore and Harry's friends knew and smiled.
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"Today, ladies and gentlemen, we are here to witness the trial of the century. This charge unlike other which had been filed involves five very serious offences and for the second time in England's magical history against a student from Hogwarts," spoke the judge. "Gryffindor student, Harry Potter, is currently under charge of being the Dark Lord, spreading rumors of the Dark Lord You-Know-Who's return, murder of fellow Triwizard Champion, Cedric Diggory, attack upon Hogwarts, practicing the Forbidden Magic of Necromancy. Harry Potter, please step forward."
Harry stood forward and looked straight at the Judge's eyes. Immediately, the judge felt distinctively uncomfortable. But the seasoned part of him took over.
"Do you plead guilty, Harry Potter?"
"Not guilty, Sir!" Harry declared aloud. Back at the stand, Fudge gave a decisive snort. Dumbledore glared at the Minister but he might as well stare at the stones of the dungeon.
"Oh, please!" the Minister said. "Come on, let's face it. Which criminal would plead guilty?"
Immediately, Harry glared at the Minister and in a cold voice spoke, "As far as I'm concerned, Minister, during a trial, only the Judge, juries, the accused and the defendant has any right to speak. If another person attempts to say anything, he or she could be charged with disruption to the court when in order and obstruction of justice being carried out."
"I must say that Mr Potter is right, Minister," said the Judge as he looked at the Minister. Furious at Harry's rebuke, the Minister quiet down but not before letting out a long stream of colourful languages.
"Who would stand in your defense, Mr Potter?"
"Myself."
"Very well, Mr Potter. Please stand forward and place your hand on the Pensieve Revealer Orb," said the Judge. The Minister looked positively smug, he thought that there was nothing that Harry could do. Without said a word, Harry placed his hand on the orb. What other didn't know about Harry, he was trained to resist any magical attempts to pry out any information from him after he joined the Order of Light. The Orb attempted to break through his defense but failed. Harry casted, wandlessly, an Unbreakable Charm on the Orb to prevent it shatter from the magical backlash. In addition, Harry had to give aid to the Orb by breaking down the barrier himself.
After a few minutes, there was not reaction from the orb. Instantly, Fudge stood up and gleefully rubbed his palm. "It appears that nothing have happened, Potter. I believe that you are under another serious..."
'Let the game began,' Harry thought as the room swirled in a whirl of colours, preventing the Minister to speak. Slowly, the room transformed into the room of the Shrieking Shack. Immediately, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with surprise and amazement. A strong voice spoke out, "The truth revealed..."
'The incompetent of the Minister will be revealed, the game have began,' thought Dumbledore as he watched Remus and Sirius point their wand at Pettigrew and returning him back to his original form. The conversation between the Marauders had surprised him. He threw a sharp look at Harry who simply shrugged his shoulder.
Ron and Hermione also sent sharp looks at Harry, both of them was mouthing the same words, 'You skipped some parts.'
Harry smiled and mouthed back, 'To keep Sirius's secret safe.'
Then another swirl of colours before it stabilize. This time, they found themselves in the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament. The same voice spoke out again, "The Maze..."
And so it began. Everyone in the room started whispering as they watched the run-in both Cedric and Harry had with the acromantulas and how together they managed to stun it. Then the argument between them both and how Harry had suggested they tie for it.
"On three, right?" said Harry "One -Two-Three-"
They both grasped the handle of the Tri-Wizard Cup, the Portkey that would take them straight into the hands of the Dark Lord, Voldemort.
Everything blurred for a moment as though it were changing scenes and then loud gasps and mutterings could be heard as an old graveyard came into view.
"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" Cedric asked, utterly bewildered by the sudden change of scenery.
"Nope," said Harry, looking around. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"
"I dunno. Wands out, d'you reckon?"
"Yeah," said Harry.
Someone started moving towards Harry and Cedric, carrying something in his arms. Everyone watched, shocked, as Harry suddenly gasped in pain and fell to his knees holding his scar.
"Kill the spare!"
"The killing..."
A few people screamed as the stranger shot the killing curse at Cedric. He was dead before he hit the ground. The stranger grabbed hold of Harry who was still clutching his scar in pain and dragged him to the headstone engraved with the name 'Tom Riddle'. He then proceeded to bind him to it, stuffing a wad of material into his mouth.
"Peter Pettigrew...secret keeper of the Potters, most loyal of the Dark Lord's servants."
The onlookers stared disbelievingly at the scene that unfolds before their eye. Pettigrew removed the robes. What the crowds saw would have haunt them for the rest of their life as the thing revealed. Something like a same crouched human child was cradled in Wormtail's hand, except that the thing was hairless, scaly-looking, dark, raw, reddish black. With a face unlike what they had seen. The voice spoke out once again, "The Dark Lord before he was returned his body."
Wormtail then started the spell - the bone of Voldemort's father falling softly into the bottom of the cauldron. He then cut off his hand and placed that in too and then slowly began to move towards Harry.
"B-blood of the enemy...forcibly taken...you will...resurrect your foe!"
He pressed the knife into the crook of Harry's right arm, collecting his blood in a small phial before adding it to the cauldron.
"The resurrection of the Dark Lord..."
Many screamed in fear as there was a blinding flash of light and Lord Voldemort appeared from the cauldron. They watched as he proceeded to call his remaining Death Eaters to him and then spoke to Harry. The Death Eaters arrived, Voldemort speaking to some of them before explaining how he came back.
Harry was then given back his wand, ready to duel with Voldemort. Another dose of the painful Cruciatus curse and the Imperius curse, which Harry fought with much ease, considering his age. Many were utterly stunned that a fourteen year old could fight off such an advanced and powerful curse, but they continued to watch. Then Priori Incantatem ensued, the phoenix song filling the room; the beads of light moved slowly towards Voldemort's wand as Harry concentrated, as he'd never done before in his life.
The bead of light connected and screams filled the room as the echo of Cedric Diggory fell out of Voldemort's wand. Then an old man whom Dumbledore knew must the missing Muggle by the name Frank Bryce, Bertha Jorkins and finally Harry's parents. There were a few muffled cries as some people recognised who the couple were. Everyone else had their eyes fixed unblinking upon the duelers who had their wands held by the thin golden thread. Words of warning and requests was whispered to Harry who then broke the connection and dodged the Death Eaters spells as he ran towards Cedric's body, all the while, counterattacking the Death Eaters with spells of his own.
"Stun him!" Voldemort screamed.
Harry dived and grabbed Cedric's arm.
"Stand aside! I will kill him! He is mine!" shrieked Voldemort.
Harry's hand had closed on Cedric's wrist; one tombstone stood between him and Voldemort, but Cedric was too heavy for him to carry and the Cup was out of reach -
Voldemort's crimson eyes flamed in the darkness. Harry saw his mouth curl into a smile, saw him raise his wand, preparing to utter the killing curse.
"Accio!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand at the Tri-Wizard Cup.
It flew into the air and soared towards him - he caught it by the handle.
The room instantly filled with Voldemort's scream of fury before it returned to its original state. Many of a weaker heart had already fainted. Fudge's smug was instantly wiped off his face as he knew that this was the end of his career as the Minister of Magic. Harry, however, was a total different story. It seems that the Pensieve Revealer Orb had taken a worst toll on Harry than what he had expected.
"Well, those Death Eaters in the Ministry will be plunged," slurped Harry before he slumped into blissful unconsciousness.
TBC...
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ORIGINAL VERSION: ALWAYS LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST
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1. Don't let go of hope.
2. Don't ever quit believing in yourself.
3. Don't let anyone hold your happiness in their hands.
4. Don't measure success or failure by material wealth, but how you feel.
5. Don't let sad moments overcome you.
6. Don't hesitate to reach for help.
7. Don't run away from love, but towards love, because it is your deepest joy.
8. Don't wait for what you want to come to you.
9. Don't feel like you've lost, when plans and dreams fall short of your hopes.
10. Don't do anything that takes away your self-respect.
11. Don't ever forget how to laugh or be too proud to cry or too stubborn to smile.
12. Don't forget a friend who truly loves you, as it could be that friend who is true to you.
13. Don't ever forget who helped you grow as your need for more seeds may re-appear.
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Q VERSION: ALWAYS LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST
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1. Don't let go of hope.
Sometimes there's really no hope.
2. Don't ever quit believing in yourself.
If you believe that you can fly (Like birds), would you try it?
3. Don't let anyone hold your happiness in their hands
If that's so, you'll have to kill your parents first. Would you try doing that?
4. Don't measure success of failure by material wealth, but how you feel.
I don't think so. No money no talk!
5. Don't let sad moments overcome you.
Issit? You think "Principal Of Moments" ar? [Only Physics Student May Understand]
6. Don't hesitate to reach for help.
Sometimes, there's no one to help you.
7. Don't run away from love, but towards loves, because it is your deepest joy.
Issit? What if they run away from you?
8. Don't wait for what you want to come to you.
Yah. Take a cab there.
9. Don't feel like you've lost, when plans and dreams fall short of your hopes.
What if you're lost in the Amazon Forest?
10. Don't do anything that takes away from your self-respect.
What if we don't have anything to take away? (Penniless)
11. Don't ever forget how to laugh or be too proud to cry or too stubborn to smile.
Huh? What if you're too proud to smile and too stubborn to cry? Issit it the same?
12. Don't ever forget a friend who truly loves you, as it could be that friend who is true
to your needs.
How do you know if he/she's true?
13. Don't ever forget who helped you grow as your need for more seeds may re-
appear.
Issit? You think is like planting trees huh?
