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Chapter Seven

Everyone at the battlefield was taken into Courtroom Ten without a single word of what had happened. As Ginny entered Courtroom Ten, memories surged through her. It was here that Harry was convicted. She looked around the room. A chair was set in the middle. It was there that Harry sat. She looked to her right. It was there that she watched. She felt herself trembled. She looked at the witness stand. It was there that Percy lied.

"Ginny!" Ginny spun around as Mrs. Weasley's arms wrapped around her tightly. "Oh my goodness! Are you all right? You look pale. Did you get hurt?"

Ginny shook her head. "I'm fine Mum." Ginny felt a slight breeze and glanced to her side, seeing Apollo hovering gracefully. Mrs. Weasley's eyes were scarlet red and puffy from crying. She let Ginny go slowly, as if Ginny would disappear if she did it too fast.

"What...what is going on here? What happened?" She asked. She looked at Apollo. "Where...where did you get that?"

Ginny smiled. "Harry told him to come and see to the trial."

Mrs. Weasley flinched. "Harry? You-he...Harry was there?"

Ginny nodded. "Yes, Mum. He helped us. We were wrong, Mum. You should have seen..." Ginny stared at Apollo. "Instead of killing Voldemort the evil way, Harry freed him then Voldemort or rather Tom Riddle decided to die."

"What?" asked Mrs. Weasley. "Ginny, dear, I don't understand what you're saying. Why are you in here? Dumbledore called everyone here."

Ginny turned back to her Mum, her eyes filled up with tears. "He's a Death Eater, Mum!" She cried. "Percy betrayed us!" Mrs. Weasley's eyes rolled up and she fell backward. Ginny quickly grabbed her mother's arms. "Ron!" She called. Her brother ran over.

"Mum! What happened to her?" he asked frantically, helping Ginny pull her to a chair. Ginny looked at Ron apologetically.

"I told her about Percy," she said. Ron sighed.

"Well...I guess it's best she knows. Hermione's been crying her eyes out."

Ginny grimaced. "All of you should; including me."

Ron looked at her. "Now, Ginny, don't be so tough on yourself." He smiled at his sister, but wasn't sure if that helped her at all. His eyes diverted to Apollo who hovered near Ginny. "Hey, he seems to follow you around."

Ginny nodded. "Well, he's seeing the trial."

Hermione came over, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. She nodded to Ginny. "You and Ron should get to the front. I'll watch Mrs. Weasley."

Ginny and Ron stood up and walked to the front of the courtroom. Ginny's eyes went to the guards standing over the Death Eaters. They had their wand pointed to the Death Eaters' throat. Ginny tore her eyes away. They trusted Percy and he took that as an advantage. She hated him. Ginny's face twisted in rage as she stood near the front. Apollo flew down and perched on her shoulder. She looked at him.

"Has Harry been mad at me?" She asked him, feeling stupid since he probably won't reply. "He hates us, right? Because we destroyed his life." Apollo chirped. "Is that a yes or a no?" asked Ginny. She got frustrated when Apollo chirped again. "I don't understand how Harry could understand you."

Dumbledore demanded to see Percy on the seat first. The guards dragged Percy over and slammed him onto the chair and cuffed his hands to the chair. Ginny winced as she watched. Before Dumbledore could pour some Veritaserum into Percy's mouth, the door banged opened. Ginny whirled around and saw Fudge running into the courtroom.

"What is this?" He bellowed. "You are having a trial without the request of the Minister of Magic!" His eyes narrowed as he saw Percy on the chair. "Wh-what is my assistant doing on that? Why is he in handcuffs? And Dumbledore! What plan are you cooking up? Aren't you supposed to be battling to save my Ministry?"

Dumbledore stared at Fudge. "Voldemort is already gone, Cornelius."

Fudge muttered something. "Well, then why is my assistant on that chair?" He demanded.

"Your assistant," said Dumbledore with some bitterness in his voice, "is going under charge of being a Death Eater."

"A Death Eater? Percy Weasley? Dumbledore you are loosing you mind faster than I can count!"

"Cornelius, if you think he is not, then you get to have a say, but we have to give him some Veritaserum."

Fudge sputtered. "He doesn't need Veritaserum to prove he's not! Ask his family!" He turned to Ron. "Ronald! You're a very trustworthy Auror, you tell Dumbledore that your brother isn't a traitor!"

Ron scowled. "I don't know what to think of him, Minister. From what I heard at the battle, I can't believe him anymore."

Fudge looked horrified.

"Oh, you're just a third year Auror, Arthur! Your son is not a Death Eater, am I correct?"

Mr. Weasley looked white. "Fudge, can we just get on with it to see if it's true or not?" He asked.

Fudge raged over to Percy and shook him. "You are not a Death Eater! They're just trying to make you think that!" He looked up. His eyes diverted to Ginny. "Miss Weasley! You judge this! You say it!" Ginny saw that Fudge's eyes flashed with threat at her. She clenched her jaw.

"I'll say it all right," she said. "Because of Percy, I've lost a friend! He told me lies! And my stupidity made me believe him! I hate him!"

Fudge glared at her. "All of you are going to be arrested for putting a Ministry official to trial without my consent!"

"And who's going to arrest them?" asked a voice. Everyone turned around. Apollo sang happily and swooped over to the figure near the doorway. He stayed there for a moment, then flew to the chair where Percy sat, making Fudge jump a foot away.

"Are you freaking out because Percy Weasley, your most trusted advisor, is a Death Eater?" said the figure. "Or is it because under Veritaserum, your most trusted advisor will tell everyone one of the deals you had."

"Who are you?" asked Fudge strongly. "This is a private courtroom! Not everyone is allowed in here!"

"I'm always allowed in here," said the figure. "I've been in here many times. They were first in memories, and then they're real - with me in it. Then I came in again, without ever seeing the daylight again. Now I'm back. It hasn't changed that much, since I first saw it. And nearly twenty years have passed."

"Hmmp!" Fudge huffed. "I'll see to this. Arrest him for entering the courtroom without permission." No one moved. Ginny heard uncomfortable shuffling of feet and distant murmurs, but no one did anything. "Where are my Aurors? Have we trained you for nothing?"

Ginny scowled. "Nothing will make your Aurors jump out and grab him," she said.

"Miss Weasley," snarled Fudge, "One more word out of you and you are fired."

Ginny clenched her fist, but kept her mouth shut. "Now, who are you and how did you get past security?"

The figure shrugged. "The security man let me come in."

"What a story!" laughed Fudge, glaring. "This is a private courtroom. Who are you anyways? Lower your hood."

"I don't think you can stand it," said the figure.

"Standing nothing! Lower your hood!"

The figure lowered his hood. He was in the shadows still. As he walked silently over to Fudge, his face slowly came into view. Gasps emitted from the courtroom. Fudge turned green. "Potter!" He cried. "Seize him!" Fudge looked around as no one moved. "What is wrong with you?"

"I'm only here because I'm suppose to be," muttered Harry coldly. He strode over and sat down. He propped his feet onto the chair in front of him. "Can we please get on with it?"

"This is insane! Let my assistant go or you'll-"Fudge suddenly stopped. He opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came out. He looked frantically around.

Harry sighed. "Do you think I should let him watch the scene?" He answered his own question. Fudge flew to the chair next to Harry and landed on it. Tiny golden ropes came out and bound Fudge to the chair. "Much more better. Get on with it, Dumbledore. I don't have the whole day to sit around like the rest of you."

Dumbledore shivered under the cold voice of Harry. He poured the Veritaserum down Percy's throat. Harry focused on Percy's mind. Everything went blank as night. Harry moved his eyes as he raced through Percy's mind, seeking out for the things he wanted to see most.

There it was.

Percy raised his arm to Voldemort. Percy talking to Ministry officials, including Fudge. Percy running through the Ministry's papers. Percy going to his family and to Order meetings. Percy sitting at home on that day the Harry supposedly tried to kill him. The things that passed through Percy's mind that day passed through Harry's. Percy wanted nothing more than power and to help get rid of Harry. Harry had seen enough, but visions inside Percy's head still passed through him. Visions of family members and friends. Harry shook his head quickly. He pulled himself out of Percy's head and looked at Dumbledore. The headmaster seemed satisfied. Harry didn't need to hear what Percy had to say.

He already knew.

Harry watched as they pulled Wormtail onto the chair. Hatred surged through him. Wormtail was the every amount of hate in him. He caused all of this.

"Mr. Pettigrew, what part do you have in the schemes?" asked Dumbledore.

Wormtail twitched. "I thought of the plan. I made sure that everything was needed. Percy was to insure that no one sees Potter that day. I was to go with Lucius to make sure that everything went according to plan with Percy."

Harry stared at Wormtail with absolute hate. His green eyes flashed with anger. Everything was lost to him because of Wormtail. Harry had enough, he wanted to leave the courtroom.

Have patience. How are you going to pass your trial? Harry took an intake of breath. He glanced at Fudge who was watching the questionings with an open mouth. Harry muttered a spell to disable Fudge's hearing.

"Godric?" asked Harry, softly. "What are you..."

You didn't think we'd be back, did you?

"We?"

I'm here as well, boy. Just because I'm Slytherin doesn't mean I won't come back.

"Why are you back?"

To tell you about your trial, of course, said Slytherin obviously.

"Oh. Well, what is it?"

Gryffindor's voice came in. There are two parts. The first: there is another wizard out there, with power on the same level as Voldemort, who knows your abilities when you defeated Voldemort. He is ready for you. The second is probably the toughest, Harry. You have to recover what you lost during those two years.

"Recover-" Harry stopped. "There's another wizard out there?"

A sorcerer, said Slytherin, We can only tell you what Merlin told us to say. He knows about your power. He knows your weakness. According to the Voice, he will show himself very soon. He's what you called "a motivational speaker of Voldemort". He and Voldemort were very close friends.

The minor setback for you, came in Gryffindor, is that this sorcerer uses ancient spells as well. So be careful.

"Is he after power like Voldemort?" whispered Harry in a low voice. He carefully moved his eyes around to see if anyone was looking, but they were all fascinated by what Wormtail had to say.

A sigh came from Gryffindor. You might think so, but no. He's just after you, Harry.

"Not after power, but after me? That's different?"

Look, kid, said Slytherin, we're not the almighty, so we don't know. We're your guardians. We help you through this. Listen, he wants to get rid of the whole wizarding world. You included.

"Why?" asked Harry.

I told you, we're not the almighty! We don't know. That's what you have to figure out. You're so stubborn. That's what I hate about Gryffindors. Stop asking stupid questions. We only have three minutes.

"How come we never heard about him before?"

You never, but Dumbledore probably have, said Gryffindor. When Dumbledore was at school, the sorcerer was in reign.

"In reign?" asked Harry, confused.

Oh, we didn't tell you? Asked Slytherin sarcastically. We thought you would've figured it out. When Dumbledore was still in school, we didn't have a Minister. We had the royal family. The sorcerer was the prince, coming on the thrown, when the King died. That's all I can tell you. The rest you have to figure it out yourself. You have time for one more question, I think.

Harry frowned. "How is this my trial?"

Dear Merlin himself! One more question and you ask a stupid one as that! It's your trial because the Voice wants to.

Salazar, give him the right answer. It's your trial, Harry, because this sorcerer is a relation to you...from Salazar's side.

Gryffindor, your mouth is going to...Their arguing voices faded out of Harry's mind.

"Hey. Godric? Salazar?"

Nothing.

Harry stared at the people. They were asking Bellatrix questions now. Harry turned to Fudge. He removed the spell. Fudge looked at him, shaking. "Fudge," he called in a cold low voice. "Did you have anything to do with Voldemort?" Fudge shook his head quickly. Harry sat back, and furrowed his brows. He looked at the Minister. "Who is the last reigning King, before we had a Minister?"

From the horror on Fudge's face, Harry knew he had strike something large. Fudge shook his head. Harry took the Mute Charm off of him. "Who was it?"

"What are you crazy?" asked Fudge, hissing. "You're crazy. Why are you asking these questions? Are you trying to throw me out of my office?"

Harry scowled. "For your job, I should do that. You're not capable of being Minister."

Fudge gaped at him. "I've done my job perfectly."

"Because of your stupidity, Percy Weasley went through every important documents of the Ministry in every department and gave them to Voldemort."

Fudge winced. "The man is dead. And don't you dare put the blame on my assistant."

"Didn't you hear Percy's words?"

"I did," said Fudge. "But Weasley is a trustworthy boy."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Your trustworthy assistant took important information and handed them to Voldemort, who could've handed them to the last reigning King of the wizarding world." Fudge turned into a nasty color. "Do you know him?"

"How old you do you think I am?" he snapped. "I only heard horror stories of him from my grandparents when I was young."

"What are the stories?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Harry stood up. Fudge shriveled inward as Harry's shadow cast over him. "Who was he? Tell me."

Fudge shook his head. "No."

"Is it that worse than Voldemort's name?" asked Harry. Slowly, Fudge nodded. Harry frowned. "Who could it be?" Fudge looked at Harry with fear. Harry glanced at him. 'Godric said the person was a relation to me. Who could it be? How deep of a relation?' Harry quickly looked up as the guards dragged Bellatrix out of her chair.

"Stop!" He called out. He went over to Bellatrix. "Who was Voldemort working with?" He asked. Bellatrix's head snapped up. Her eyes grew fearful. Harry noted that. Even Voldemort's Death Eaters feared the person. "Who?" He asked again. Bellatrix shook her head.

"I'm not telling you, Potter," she spat.

"Why?" asked Harry.

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, but Harry can tell that she was afraid. "Because you killed my master!" Harry knew that she lied. Harry turned on his heels and walked back to his chair. They dragged Bellatrix and the others away.

Dumbledore looked around. "Everyone, we have seen the truth. We have unmasked the darkness. Everything is all right. The Dark times are long behind us. Now, we need to pay for our stupidity. Mr. Potter," Harry looked at Dumbledore. "Will you accept our deepest apologies?" Harry stared around. He knew everyone felt guilty. He was split.

"Not until I get an answer," said Harry coldly.

Dumbledore nodded. "We have to know your question."

Harry stood up and walked to the frail headmaster. Harry faced him. "Who was the last reigning King?"

He watched as Dumbledore's eyes turned dark and frightening. "What did you ask?" Dumbledore asked.

"I asked you who was the last reigning King," said Harry firmly.

Harry saw Dumbledore clenched his fist. "Why do you ask this?"

"Because I want to," said Harry.

"We have a King?" asked Ron.

Harry turned to him.

Ron shrank back. "Just making sure," he murmured.

From Ron's question, quiet whispers ran through the crowd. Harry turned back to the headmaster, only to find hate in his eyes. Harry carefully weaved his way through Dumbledore's mind. A high pitch scream rang through Harry's head and he pulled himself out. He looked at the headmaster.

"Who was he?" He asked.

"No one will tell you!" yelled Fudge, still sitting on the chair that Harry tied him to. "They won't say it."

"Why not?" asked Harry.

No one answered, just like Fudge said. Harry scanned through the courtroom. Most of the people in the room didn't know what he was saying. The Weasleys clearly didn't know either. Harry had enough. "Apollo!" The phoenix swooped over to him. "Do you know?"

What makes you think I know?

Harry didn't know why there was all the secrecy. Dumbledore probably don't trust him enough to let him know. Anger surged through Harry. The courtroom began to grow cold. The winds seared through the room, sending chairs into the air. Everyone yelled as they ducked to the ground.

"Harry!" called Ginny. "Stop! We really don't know!"

Ginny didn't know whom Harry was talking about and really, she didn't care. She covered her head and ran over to him. She grabbed his arm. "Harry, we don't know who the person is. Why are you asking for him? Wouldn't he be dead?"

Harry turned to her, his eyes flashing with anger. "Dumbledore knows who this person is and he won't tell me," he said icily. "That is no apology to be accepted."

"It is NOT that I don't trust you!" thundered Dumbledore.

Harry turned to the headmaster, his face twisted in terror. Dumbledore's face was set hard. It was filled with hatred and anger. "You're not supposed to know this person, Harry!"

"Why not?" asked Harry.

"Because it is your parents' wishes!" Harry's anger seemed to settle. The winds stopped, but the coldness was still lingering.

"What do you mean it's my parent's wishes?" asked Harry.

Dumbledore leaned close to Harry. "The person who you are requesting was the sole prince of the wizarding world. He took the thrown after his father died and became King. He was a powerful sorcerer, Harry, and that's all you need to know."

"What was his name?" asked Harry.

Dumbledore closed his eyes. When he opened it, Harry saw the signs that Dumbledore had aged. The headmaster's eyes were no longer twinkling with its brightness. It was dull. The deep lines in his face became deeper within seconds. Dumbledore leaned closer and whispered the answer. "The royal family was the Naevairs. His name was Alexander. He was known afterwards by Macabre."

Harry winced. "Macabre? Doesn't that mean..."

"Gruesome and representing death," whispered Ginny. Harry jumped. He forgot that she was standing beside him. She looked at him. "I-I didn't mean to stand here. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, Ginny," said Dumbledore before Harry could say anything. "But everything I tell you is confidential. Don't tell anyone else."

Harry nodded. "Thank you." He turned to everyone, who was staring. "I accept your apologies, but it doesn't mean that I will forget it so easily." He waved his hand and the ropes around Fudge untwined. Fudge jumped up. Harry turned to him. "I advise you to pick a new Minister. This one went to the dark side. Who would've thought he dealt with black magic." Harry walked to the door.

"Harry!" cried Ginny.

"I told you once, Ginerva and I won't repeat myself!"

As Harry walked out, Apollo swooped back into the room and left a feather in Ginny's hands. Ginny stared at it. There were so many things she didn't understand right now.

Harry leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. 'Damn,' he thought, furiously. 'Just when everything seemed fine, then...damn.' Apollo flew over to Harry and looked at him through the beady green eyes.

What are you thinking of?

"Of why no one told me before about this...this Macabre person," said Harry.

They seem to be protecting you. You need to know more about this Macabre person.

"They only thing I know," muttered Harry. "Is that Macabre used to be the King of the wizarding world years and years ago, when Dumbledore was still small. He went by the name of Alexander Naevairs. Do you think there might be some books in the library?"

You better get on it. You might have a visitor very soon.

Harry glanced at Apollo, but didn't say anything. Harry suddenly remembered the other part of the trial. "What is recovering what I lost mean?" He asked.

Apollo sang in harmony. I've already helped you out with the beginning. It's your job to piece it together.

Harry scowled as he walked to the door. "You don't help me with the insane maniac that's more terrible than Voldemort, but you're helping me piece together my life?"

I'm a phoenix, not a magician.

Harry snorted. As they walked out the doors, they both disappeared.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. This might not be what you expected, but I hope it's good. Thanks to my beta reader ms hufflepuff. To some comments, I won't say that it's G/H or how it turns out. I feel happy in knowing that I insprired someone. Thanks again and please review!