Embracing His True Self
Chapter 78
"Is that even possible?" Lucius enquired, he was smart, yes, intelligent, but he was nothing compared to the Dark Lord and Severus, who were quite frankly, well read in all manner of subjects. Even ones they didn't care for such a Divination, they loved learning, and nothing stopped them. "I mean it takes a lot out of someone to possess them, how could it possibly be done full time?" eyeing the doors as yet more spectators were unable to remain, electing instead to get out of there before they were spectacularly sick.
"It wouldn't need to be full time," Severus answered, "there's a reason possession only lasts so long, and it's because the soul the body belongs to is dying. Depending on the power it can take from as little as a day to a few months to snuff out someone's soul and replace it with your own."
"But Voldemort was possessing professor Quirrell during my first year, he did it for the entire year…" Hermione trailed off, genuinely perplexed. She'd quite naturally never read upon much of the dark arts yet, just the books Barty had suggested, which were only boarding on the Dark Arts not the actual Dark Arts.
"No, he wasn't actually possessing him, at least not all the time, he was living like a parasite at the back of his head. Quirrell was fully functional, and not to mention loyal," Harry shook his head pensively, still feeling sick to his stomach over what he'd heard. His parents had been forced together…as had Frank and Alice…should he revive them…Neville might never have the family he imagined all those years. In fact, they were the only 'experiment' that had actually survived, except the Weasley's. The Weasley's were the only ones to come out intact. Shock was beginning to settle into his bones, leaving him feeling cold, sweaty and breathing erratically.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the term parasite, but said nothing, recalling that he had thought it more than a time or two.
"So…so…so…it's possible?" Hermione stuttered, looking entirely too horrified. "He could…have killed Harry and you know…took over his body?" so disturbed she wasn't her normal articulate self, which when she realized she was stuttering she cursed herself.
The others gave her a look to suggest she was an idiot, they had magic at their disposal anything was possible. They could turn dead bodies into Inferi, reanimate the dead, control people, what Dumbledore had suggested wasn't above the realm of possibility. It was disgusting, evil, wrong on so many levels, but technically it was possible, yes it would have taken a lot of magical powers to accomplish and Dumbledore admittedly had that in spades.
"Yes," was all Voldemort smoothly had to offer her, no rage, no disgust just a blank mask that was hiding absolutely everything he was feeling. Dumbledore was a danger to everyone alive, he had to be dealt with right away. Azkaban was too easy to get into, glancing at Harry, no, this had to be his decision. They would just have to live with the consequences of his decision no matter what it was. surely he wouldn't allow Dumbledore to live? Only Harry was able to feel what Tom was feeling at this very moment, not that Harry was feeling anything other than sheer numbness right now.
Bones loudly cleared her throat, then again, before giving hacking cough, trying to get the Minister's attention.
"Ah, yes," he murmured shaking off his shock, "Just…a moment," looking over the parchment full of questions, couldn't they just have him sentenced now? he'd broken every single law in existence for Merlin's sake. Forcing light side couples to copulate…ones that would be quite powerful, in order to have a prophecy created…for the ultimate goal for him to turn himself into that person…to get more acclaim? Credit? And if it didn't go the way he wanted it what would he have done? Caused another magical war? Merlin help them…had he done this before? was he born someone else?
"Even the Wizengamot members want to leave," Lucius commented, eyeing the ones he knew were particularly weak compared to the rest. He wasn't surprised to see that they too wanted to leave, but if they did they'd be drawing the trial to a close. "It's entirely fortuitous that the council of magic is not here for this, otherwise the trial would have broken apart hours ago." There was a reason the council of magic only dealt with small cases such as accidental magic, magical outbursts, assault cases and such.
"You allowed Remus Lupin to join Hogwarts despite knowing what he was?" the Minister felt more grounded at the normal questions.
"Yes,"
"Why?" wondering what the old man had wanted from him.
"I would need the werewolves on my side, someone to encourage them," Dumbledore admitted, "Unfortunately, he turned out to be one of my disappointments. Too weak willed to do what must be done, couldn't live up to the reputation of his Sire. At least Hagrid managed to succeed in encouraging the Trolls and Giants to stay out of the war."
"Merlin there's a reason for every single person in his life isn't there?" Hermione breathed out dismayed.
"Yeah," Barty answered, shaking his head as well, he would have been in awe at his massive scale chess set if not for his disgust at the wizard himself.
"You put every single child in danger of becoming a werewolf…not to forget a child put down…for the sake of a potential and hypothetical future?" the Minister asked, carding his hand through his blonde tresses, tightening his band around his hair so that it didn't fall out around his shoulders. There was nothing Dumbledore wasn't capable of, that much was actually pretty damn clear. He was beginning to feel numb.
"Yes," even without the potion, there was little doubt Dumbledore would have sounded exactly the same.
"Did you order Hagrid to remove Harry Potter from the confines of his home at Godric's Hollow?"
"Yes,"
"How did you know he was alive?"
"His wellbeing charm was still alive and thriving."
"You sent him to the Dursley's and left him on the doorstep?"
"Yes,"
"Uncaring what would happen to him?"
"Yes," if he couldn't survive a night on the doorstep he wasn't suitable for him. He didn't want some weak willed, ill thing, to be his perfect host.
"Did you know about the abuse he would suffer in the hands of the Dursleys?"
"Yes,"
"He told you about what he was suffering?"
"Yes,"
"Was he the first child that came to you in need of aid because of abuse?"
"No,"
"How many have you sent away after they got the courage to come to you?" the Minister looked away, unable to look at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore did not answer, they were insignificant little pests, whiners, he had no time for them. He honestly couldn't say just how many of them had come to him begging and pleading for aid instead of helping themselves.
"I see," the Minister murmured, so very numb to anything he said. He knew it was because he was in shock, and no longer truly digesting what was being said to him properly. The realisation that he needed a calming draught swamped him. Those poor children…desperate enough to ask for aid only to be met with someone who didn't care. Someone who should have cared.
"I think perhaps it's best if we stopped for lunch now?" Bones barked out, seeing that the Minister, herself, and dozens of the Wizengamot were in no fit state for this to continue. They needed to see a healer immediately.
There was a quiet murmur of agreement, it was a very sombre yet exhausting affair.
"Come, let's go," Voldemort said, giving Barty a look that suggested he and Hermione eat elsewhere.
"How are you feeling?" Severus asked Harry the moment he was shoved – gently – into a chair, already removing the calming draught and handing it over. Voldemort promptly took it, pried off the lid and ensured Harry drank it. Voldemort unlike Severus could feel just how badly Harry was taking the latest news.
"I knew he wanted to see me dead eventually…but…" Harry said hoarsely, using his body? Living his life? All that crap about the next great adventure? Was it for him or did Dumbledore just mean his next adventure body hopping using his body? "If I hadn't been…kidnapped by a goddamn House-elf…it may well have been my fate." He'd just been waiting for his freedom…until he turned seventeen…he was a fool for thinking he would have reached that age. That's what really got to him, how close he had come to death.
It was no wonder Dumbledore hadn't really cared what became of his reputation…when he was all about Harry's…for a reason.
"It's not," Voldemort retorted sharply, "He's been caught, he will be imprisoned and then we will kill him. He won't get the opportunity to act again."
Harry breathed out shakily, "Yeah," the only consolation he had.
"Stop acting like he won, he did not succeed," Voldemort ordered, "Choose something to eat, drink, then we will return to hear the last of the verdict." Seeing Harry wasn't in any state to read the menu, he ordered, "Severus, go order us something to eat."
Severus gracefully moved away, ready to do as the Dark Lord bid. Regardless, Harry needed food, the calming draught required sustenance. Otherwise it would just make him even more likely to be sick, no doubt it was something Harry definitely didn't want to do, especially in front of the other Death Eaters. It would undermine him, and whether he cared to play the game…he was still in it, and had expectations foisted upon him.
"You think it will be today, My Lord?" Rookwood questioned, watching Voldemort warily, as if expecting him to strike in his rage.
"I do believe so, yes," Voldemort stated firmly, "There aren't many more questions they can ask that's for public viewing."
"The questioning afterwards…however, will be intense no doubt," and last for a significantly longer period of time. "They'll get every child he's let down, every wrong committed, and every person that's consumed the potion draught. If there are any alive, for it appears he had been using the potions for a great deal longer than we can fathom. It will be days before he's actually shipped off to Azkaban." Which rather irked him, it would give greater opportunity to get away, if there was someone working at the wings. Until Dumbledore actually died, Harry was not leaving his side.
Dumbledore was too proud to accept just any child to take over, it would have to be Harry Potter or no other. Not even in an emergency, he had no other contingencies when it came to this plan, Voldemort knew this for certain. Not that he could actually enact any of his plans…which made him wonder how much the Order actually knew…or whether they were truly all completely in the dark? Quite frankly the thought of them all being in the dark was incredulous really. No, Dumbledore was more paranoid than him, and that was saying something, nobody would know his plans. Given what they were…it was hardly surprising after all, he was meant to be the leader of the light.
"I want eyes on him at all times, people we trust," Harry demanded of Voldemort, as Severus returned with two floating trays filled with food and drink. "I don't want him even pissing on his own…considering the danger he is to magical society…it can't be too hard to get that happening," he wasn't having that bastard escaping now, not when he knew the true extent of his bloody depravity.
Voldemort watched Harry's recovery with gleaming eyes, grateful and awed to see a swift recovery. Quite frankly, he wouldn't know what the hell to do to help someone who was down and depressed. Normally he would just make them more so, with a few curses and manipulations here and there. He was entirely unique and he definitely deserved his position at his side, whether he acknowledged it or not. "Consider it done," Voldemort agreed, he would have done so anyway. "Drink," passing on the juice.
"Fucking downright bastard," Harry spat bitterly, drinking the sugary drink, grateful for it, the calming draught getting rid of the majority of the shock. He was no longer sweating, or feeling abnormally cold. "Where the fuck does he get off?"
"Enough with the swearing," Severus stated firmly, "You're better than that, you're letting him get to you, don't." he admonished the teen.
Harry inhaled shakily, "That's because he did, Severus," Harry admitted, "I've known a lot…but come on…how would you feel?"
Severus' eyes gleamed darkly, "Oh, don't get me wrong, I am furious, more so than you can fathom, entirely on your behalf. Personally if this had been my fate…I would have been beyond words, but you have a support system, you're not alone…and more importantly you're free, he cannot get to you even if he somehow miraculously get's away. None of us would allow you to be hurt, we would stand in front of you and be your shield."
Harry straightened up, licking his lips, "You're right, I'm not, and he is." Green eyes gleamed coldly, as he regained his equilibrium. "At least I hope I've completely destroyed his support structure." After all fame wasn't everything, Dumbledore should have known that.
"Let's eat, we will discuss this more after this horrendous day is over with," Voldemort stated, and after that food was quite quickly passed around. Mostly only eating food, nobody up for much else after what had been discovered, and there may be potentially more to come.
"If he's to be questioned in private…is there a way to get copies of the interrogations?" Harry asked finally, after twenty minutes of silence, finishing off his juice.
"I'll get you them," Voldemort nodded, he was getting them for himself anyway, so it wouldn't exactly be a hardship. It would just be copies of the memories naturally, which meant they were useless in all else but viewing them. "Let's return," he couldn't wait until the ghastly business was entirely over.
He had a feeling the last of the questions would be mostly centred around Harry anyway.
It took all of five minutes to return to the courtroom, as none of them dallied around. Apparated straight to the atrium and made a beeline for the courtroom, using the lift. They got there just in the nick of time, by the sounds of it.
"Did you purposely lead Harry Potter to fighting Voldemort?"
Harry sighed, once again, wondering why he had come here…he didn't need to hear this shit he'd lived it. It was too bad that the real questions they wanted answers to couldn't be answered. Not yet at any rate, they'd have to wait until the main trial was over so the more interesting ones could be answered.
"Yes,"
"Did you know what would happen to Quirrell?"
"I suspected,"
"So you turned Harry Potter, an eleven-year-old boy into a weapon?" he called out sounding indignant, surely an exaggeration for the wizengamot and the public.
"Yes,"
The Minister shook his head, clearly in disbelief, but his shoulders were much more relaxed, indicating that he too had consumed a calming draught during lunch. "Did you destroy the Philosopher stone?" reading from the parchment once more.
"No," came the immediate reply.
"Why?"
"Because it has been used to fund the war,"
Harry and Voldemort glanced at each other before conceding they should have thought of it. Why on earth would he want to destroy something so fundamentally useful? Lie about what happened take out the Flamel's and have the stone for himself…smart.
"Did you know what happened to Hagrid and that he was innocent?"
"Yes,"
"Why did you keep it to yourself instead of helping him?"
"He'd immediately leave to join a dragon reserve, it's his dream, I need him close."
"You allowed him to be wrongfully imprisoned for months?" was there nobody that this son-of-a-bitch hadn't screwed over left in the wizarding world?
"Yes,"
Of course he wasn't going to care, he'd kept Black in prison for over a decade knowing he was innocent. It was only a suspicion right now, but he had a feeling he'd be more than proven correct soon enough, the question was only half way down the page.
"Did you know what was happening with Ginny Weasley during her first year at Hogwarts?"
"Yes,"
"You knew she was being possessed and did nothing?"
"Yes,"
"You knew a sixty-foot basilisk was roaming the school and did nothing to protect the students?"
"Yes,"
"Did you leave a twelve-year-old Harry Potter to face a basilisk on his own?"
"Yes,"
"Were you aware of how Myrtle Warren really died?"
"Yes,"
"And did nothing?"
"Yes,"
"Why did you leave Harry Potter to face a basilisk on his own?"
"If he couldn't face a basilisk, he had no chance against the Dark Lord Voldemort, he had to be prepared."
"Wait…Fawkes came…he…" Harry protested knowing he wouldn't be heard.
"She knows," Voldemort informed Harry, wrapping his arms around the teen, keeping him close, ignoring the gooey eyed look they were receiving from Granger. "So he knows."
"Did your familiar aid Harry Potter?"
"Yes,"
"With your permission?"
"No,"
"What happened to the phoenix?"
"I caged him,"
"Caged?" Harry whispered, "I never read anything about caging…" unless it simply meant what he thought it meant but Fawkes was a phoenix. His stomach lurched at the thought of that beautiful animal being caged up and forgotten.
"It's a spell known to prevent a phoenix from escaping the confinement of it's cage." Lucius said smoothly, he was the one that had done all the research on it. "It's notoriously difficult to get phoenixes into them…but once there…without being removed, they will wither."
"Where is the phoenix?" the Minister demanded furiously, such a beautiful pure creature shouldn't be locked up.
"In a secret room in my office at Hogwarts," Dumbledore answered.
"Severus, Lucius… if you don't mind, get Amita to take you," Voldemort ordered.
"No, we wait until after Dumbledore's dead before we release him…" Harry argued immediately and vehemently. "You can feed him, water him, but he doesn't get out…I'm not risking him getting one over us," the thought of being flamed to Dumbledore and just snuffed out made him shudder at the picture it painted. Hell to the fucking no.
"Very well, I'll get Amita to get him later tonight but keep him contained," Voldemort conceded, eyes flashing, "But my patience and indulgence is wearing thin," he stated, lips pressed into a thin line. It was one thing to do so in private…but to argue with him as he had done so in public twice, did not sit well with him.
Harry blinked, staring at Voldemort unable to comprehend what he was getting at. Then he noticed Dolohov and Rookwood, he inclined his head in understanding and apology. As much as he liked to push Voldemort's buttons, he really didn't want to see him losing people's respect.
Bones had given up writing questions on the other piece of parchment, just sitting there listening and reeling over everything they were learning about Albus Dumbledore. Someone who had been revered, loved entirely by the magical world…it was…horrifying really. What he'd done…and how blind they had all been to it. A century and decades of misery he'd heaped upon the magical world.
How on earth were they to survive this? How were they to recover?
"What was the punishment received for doing something so recklessly dangerous?"
"Received house points to ensure they won the house cup and naturally an award for the services to the school."
"There you have it, fights a sixty-foot basilisk and gets not even a slap on the hand…" the Minister called out to the wizengamot. Not that this was the biggest shock all day, no he suspected nothing would surprise them anymore.
"Did you encourage Fudge to allow and expose Hogwarts students to Dementors?"
"Yes,"
"Why?"
"To prevent any bouts of independence Potter may experience,"
"Were you aware of the effects they would have on him?"
"No,"
"Yet you used it to your advantage?"
"Yes,"
The Minister just curled his lips truly disgusted by what he was hearing, a glance at Bones showed she was no less sickened by what they were hearing. Part of him wished he had not consumed the damn calming draught, the shock was better than this.
Harry just leant into Voldemort, and watched everyone's reaction to what had been his life until he was taken and protected.
"You gave permission for a third year student to be granted a time-turner?"
"Yes,"
"Did you manipulate two third year students go back in time to save a hippogriff and Sirius Black?"
"Yes,"
"Why? With Black out of the way nothing stood in your path?" another thing the Minister failed to understand about Dumbledore.
"The Black's have properties all over the United Kingdom, I was unaware that Black couldn't claim the Lordship…otherwise I would have let the Dementors have at him."
"Did you know Sirius Black was innocent before that night?"
"Yes,"
"You knew Peter Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper?"
"Yes,"
"Did you know Peter Pettigrew was a Death Eater?"
"Yes,"
"Did you coerce them into changing their secret keeper?"
"Yes,"
"You kept silent afterwards and allowed Harry to be carted off to the Dursleys?"
"Yes,"
"Did you encourage the Dursley's to be abusive?"
"Yes,"
"You risked the sanity of two third year students for what exactly?"
Dumbledore remained silent, it was curiosity nothing more.
Rubbing his temples, staring at the parchment, finally, down to the last few, Merlin help him, he wanted to sleep for a year.
"Did you fight for the tri-wizard tournament to be played at Hogwarts with every intention that Harry Potter should be entered into it?"
"Yes,"
Harry scoffed, "Again, you're both alike," he gritted his teeth, seething, so even if Voldemort hadn't taken the opportunity…he would have still had to perform in it, that was a kick in the gut and he wasn't sure why he was surprised.
Voldemort for once said nothing, he may be more correct than he wished to admit.
"Did you allow Harry Potter to perform in the Twi-wizard tournament despite being his magical guardian and being able to get him out of it?"
"Yes,"
"Were you aware that Alastor Moody was an imposter?"
"Yes,"
"You allowed the tasks to continue despite the danger to the students?" all of them with Death Eaters roaming around.
"Yes,"
"Were you aware that Bartemius Crouch Senior was under the Imperius curse?" when even they didn't he thought wryly.
"Yes,"
"You allowed the events that led to 'Voldemort's' so called return?"
"Yes,"
"Have you seen Lord Voldemort yourself?"
"No,"
"So you have no idea if he's really returned?" the Minister questioned, there had been nothing happening after all, so it would be easy for people to doubt it.
"No, but he returned,"
"Why didn't you encourage Harry to share the memory in order to prove it?" the Minister questioned sternly.
Dumbledore had no answer for that one.
"You forced a boy who had suffered the Cruciatus curse twice, yes, to your office to talk?"
"Yes," he had to be strong after all, otherwise he wouldn't be suitable for what he had in mind.
"Harry Potter went missing after his fourth year correct?"
"Yes,"
"You kept it quiet instead of doing the right thing and informing the Ministry?"
"Yes,"
"Why?"
"Because I couldn't risk Voldemort finding out about his disappearance,"
"Did you stop the reading of Lily and James' Will?"
"Yes,"
"Why?"
"Because he couldn't go anywhere other than the Dursleys until he was ready,"
"You allowed Umbridge to torture students within the school, correct?"
"Yes,"
"You knew what Mr. Fudge was doing?"
"Yes,"
"Why did you not take this further and protect the students as you had sworn to do?"
There was unsurprisingly no answer forthcoming.
"Did you disappear Umbridge?"
"No,"
So she had ran away to avoid persecution, Fudge hadn't been as lucky, no matter. They would find Umbridge somehow, sooner or later. She would not get away with torturing and harming children as little as eleven-years-old.
"I think we're done…" Bones said clearing her throat, all the other questions would need to be asked when there was no public watching…they were about to learn just what sort of illegal potions Dumbledore had been making and whom he'd been giving them to. "Wizengamot, if you please," gesturing towards the door, letting them know they could go and deliberate now. It wasn't how it was normally done…but they'd never had a case like this before.
There would be no other case like this.
"Okay, what did the ICW say?" Bones asked, staring at Lincoln once they were alone, spectators not included since she'd put up a silencing spell.
"They want to be here when Dumbledore's questioned…they want to know how far it goes. They'd been checked over and…five of them have an unknown substance in their bloodstream. They've been drugged with a dreamless sleep draught until we find out what it is."
"I see," Bones said, with a half-hearted, "Only five?"
The Minister snorted, "The main five that wasn't the Supreme Mugwump, that's only because he was voted in after Dumbledore was kicked out!"
"I see," came her shaky voice, was there not a damn place he hadn't infiltrated, "When are they coming?"
"They'll be here this evening," The Minister sighed, opening the container holding his coffee and pouring out some for himself and of course Bones. It held some calming draught in it, they needed it really, they did. "They're furious…and the kind of recompense they're going to want…" wincing just thinking about it, gratefully drinking the warm brew he'd had the forethought to get during lunch.
Bones nodded, the black circles around her eyes looking even more prominent, she'd had three or four hours sleep all week if she was lucky. It looked like she was in for yet another sleepless night, it was beginning to make her ache in places she wasn't sure she could possibly ache.
Voldemort informed everyone of what he could glean from their conversation. Mostly just the Minister's due to the fact he was facing them, while Bones' hair was all they could see of her, well her hair, head, and back of course.
"I think this is going to be the shortest deliberation we've ever seen," Harry said sardonically, half expecting them to walk through the door within a few moments.
"They've been checked over, they've been given the all clear," Severus reassured Harry, aware of what he was thinking. What if they were going to give him the all clear and find him 'not guilty' never in a million years was something like that going to happen.
"Do you know what the longest time is?" Hermione asked, "I tried to look up that information in the time I had but I didn't have much luck…"
"Quickest is three minutes…longest? Seven hours if I recall," Barty said automatically, he had a lot of useless information floating around in that head of his. Especially when it came to Mundane science, and boy that was a never ending and fascinating subject. That three minute trial…had been his, Rodolphus and Rabastan's.
Rabastan, Rodolphus and Lord Lestrange all became stiff just listening to Barty speak about it. It wasn't something they wished to think about, let alone listen to. It genuinely surprised them that Barty was able to talk about it.
To Lord Lestrange though…the day had been full of eye-opening revelations, not just the trial, but the way the Dark Lord was acting…and hell even Barty.
"They're back," Lucius said smoothly, "Four minutes and twenty-seven seconds,"
"Felt longer…Merlin apart from the reporters we're the only ones in here," Rookwood blurted out, utterly shocked, just how pathetic a constitution does one need to have that they couldn't stick the entire trial out?
"It's not been easy," Hermione admitted, shaking her head, thinking you know and knowing was two entirely different things. As usual she missed the looks she received from the others, they knew she was a Malfoy, of course, which probably stopped them all from wanting to kill her, doesn't mean they liked her.
"Has the wizengamot reached a decision?" Bones called out as they all, finally, sat back in their seats, regarding the empty room with cool calm eyes.
"We have," the Chief warlock was the only one to stand.
"And?" Bones gestured for them to continue.
"We find Albus Dumbledore…guilty,"
"Albus Dumbledore you will be remanded in the Ministry until your sentencing," Bones started curtly, "Thank you for your time," she added to the wizengamot, who all gratefully begin to leave, eager to get out of there, grateful there was no other cases they needed to preside over.
"Why do they not just use the magical public? Like the muggle world do? Jury duty?" Harry was the one to ask.
"Not enough people I imagine," Voldemort said dryly.
Harry elbowed him, "Ha, ha, ha," he murmured, sighing softly, he wasn't sure why but he was surprised he wasn't getting to find out just what his sentence was yet. They'd done it with the Lestrange's and Barty…but he kept forgetting it wasn't normal…those had been war trials, vastly different – and illegal – to normal ones.
"No matter," Voldemort said narrowing his eyes on Dumbledore, "Will he live to see his sentencing?" giving Harry the choice…after what they'd heard it was definitely his for the taking.
A/N Did you honestly think I'd keep you waiting? Noooo! I'm not that evil 😉 Although I didn't consider the last chapter a cliffhanger…I guess we all have different in opinions on cliffhangers lol… Will Harry and Voldemort fake a duel and have 'Voldemort' die once and for all? And Tom take his place as they fix the world to their liking? How long will pass before Voldemort and Harry kill Dumbledore? Will he even get to Azkaban? OR will they torture and kill him – setting an example everywhere – for anyone who would dare to do it? Putting it down to vigilante justice not even looking Harry's way? Dementors kiss? The Veil? Killing squad? Magic purging chair? Magically hung drawn and quartered? Will the potion end up being given an anti-dote? Or will those who have been imbibed with it have to learn to live their new lives? Do you want to see the next round of questions Dumbledore has to answer? Which will focus only on whom he's drugged and what he's done and how he made it etc… nothing else this is purely for that 😊