The next morning, the trial of Harry James Potter, before the wizengot. "Harry J. Potter, You are charged with the murder of Thomas A. Jackson. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty," Harry replied to the monocled Madam Bones.

"Is it true that you left the ministry because you were disgruntled with Jackson?"

"Yes, I did leave as a result of Jackson and numerous other ministry officials."

"Where were you the night of the murder?"

"I was at my house for the majority of the night."

"Where else? Is it incriminating?" Percy Weasley butted in.

Harry kept quiet.

"Well are you going to answer?"

"You are not a member of the Wizengot. Why should I answer you?" Harry replied.

Percy huffed.

"Mister Shacklebolt, administer the Veritiserum," ordered Madam Bones.

Shacklebolt did as he was ordered... albeit, reluctently.

"Now, I ask you again, Mister Potter, where were you the night of Auror Chief Thomas A. Jackson's death?"

Harry stayed quiet, attempting to fight the veritiserum, before answering, "I was at home, then Jackson's, then home again."

"Did you kill him?"

"No."

"Did your accomplice?"

"No."

"Did you see the murderer?"

"No."

"Did you see Mister Jackson die?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"His pipe."

"How so?"

"He smoked it. He started convulsing."

"What were you attempting to do at Chief Jackson's?"

"Plant (Insert you favorite thing to smoke and kill you instantly thing here."

Gasps from the judges.

"Who were you with?"

Silence.

"How did Jackson die?"

"You already asked, but here goes again. He started to convulse, then foam at the mouth and then collapsed. We apparated out when he collapsed to the floor."

"Who were you with?"

"You already asked that."

Ten minutes of silence, before he whispered, "Ratface."

"Who?"

"Ratface."

"Does he or she have a name?"

"Ratface."

Madam Bones turned to Dumbledore, "Albus, did you get anything?"

"No, his walls are too well fortified."

The Wizengot convened among it's members, debating for an hour as Harry waited in a holding cell.

Harry was dragged out and the Wizengot and Percy retook there seats.

"We have come to our decision," announced Madam Bones.

"Harry James Potter, you are sentenced to life in Azkaban prison for murder."

The Aurors, his fellows the previous week led Harry away in his chains. As he was led away, Harry thought, 'Well, now I can write my memoir."

The End

Just kidding, it's not over yet, I still have at least maybe 12 more chapters.... 8 written.

AN: I'd like to thank my cousin Rachel, for posting this for me, be glad she's willing to, or who know's when I could get a chance to log on, though I have time to type today, cause I did all of my homework but today's, Psychology is calling, so I hope you all enjoy this rather brief chapter, next chapter whenever it is posted is entitled: "Headlines and Letters"

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