Harry Potter, Magister Wizard?
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Chapter 5: The Legal Process, and Dumbles
Inside of number Five Privet Drive, an older woman with a large number of odd looking cats is sitting at a small table for two whilst drinking a cup of tea and scratching the ears of one of the felines. As she sets down her cup she hears a whoosh coming from her living room. Knowing only one person has access to her Floo, she sets down the cat on her lap before going into the living room, happy to see her old friend and ally as he quickly waves his stick which clears the soot off of him, "Albus, it's good to see you!" The woman says as Dumbledore walks forward, "Can I offer you a cup of tea?" she asks.
Dumbledore shakes his head, "No, but thank you for the offer Arabella. Tell me, have you seen anything odd in the past couple of days?" Dumbledore asks.
Arabella shakes her head, "No, but with school being out for summer I'm expecting to see young Harry more often. However, it's strange." Arabella says as she walks over to a window with a good view of #4, Dumbledore doing the same, "Almost every day on the weekends and the summer, Harry is usually weeding the garden on the front lawn or doing some other chore. That he isn't out there yet means he might be sick or some sort." She says as she looks at the house with a somewhat solemn expression on her face.
Albus sighs, knowing exactly what the Dursleys thought of magic and all related to it. It's why he had Hagrid bring the boy there in the first place. For the greater good of course. He had counted on the Dursleys being harsh on the boy to make him more malleable to his will when the boy eventually came to Hogwarts, so that he'd look up to him as a trusted grandfather figure that would lead him to his destiny against Tom. The thought saddened him slightly, but he pushed it out of his mind as he continued looking on at the Dursleys residence, "You say young Harry has been out there almost every day around this time?" Dumbledore asks, getting a nod in turn before he nods as well and begins heading for the front door, "I'll inquire as to young Harry's location. Thank you Arabella." He says as he walks out of the house and begins making his way across the street.
Petunia Rose Dursley was a simple woman with 'mostly' simple problems, namely the freaky child of her freak sister missing from his room this morning when she opened the cupboard door only to see that the bed, if you could call a thin mattress atop a wooden floor a bed, completely empty. Worse, her stomach started hurting, like someone had repeatedly punched her when she imagined the punishment the boy would endure for leaving his cupboard without permission and possibly through freaky means. A few moments passed of her trying to catch her breath before she made it to the dining room to take a seat, only for a knock on the door to be heard. Groaning in mild discomfort now, Petunia made her way to the door and opened it, only for her to see a face she wish she hadn't, "YOU!" Petunia hissed at the old man who simply smiled slightly in turn.
"Greetings Petunia, may I come in?" Dumbledore asks as he looks two life signs in the building and both of them are too large to be remotely close to Harry's size according to Arabella.
Petunia growls as she knows he'll come in anyway, "Get in quickly, I don't want the neighbors talking about any of your freakishness." Petunia says as she steps to the side, closing the door as Dumbledore passes her. The two head into the living room where Dumbledore sits down on the comfy looking recliner usually used by Vernon. "What do you want?" she asks with venom in her voice.
Dumbledore sighs, "May I inquire as to the location of young Harry?" Dumbledore asks as he inclines his head and looks her in the eyes over his glasses, sending a quick Legillimency probe to scan her surface thoughts.
Petunia practically growls the next bit, "The damn boy went missing from his room last night, I haven't bothered to look for him because it isn't my responsibility. If he knows what's good for him he'll be back soon." Petunia says, Dumbledore's scan revealing that she's telling the truth as she's telling it immediately before the woman starts squirming in pain, clutching her left arm as she cries out. Dumbledore rushes to her side and begins looking her over as loud pounding starts coming down the stairs.
Vernon rushes into the living room to see the old bastard who left the freak on their doorstep standing over his convulsing wife, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY WIFE Y-" Vernon starts yelling before he grabs his head and starts screaming out in pain before collapsing to the floor. Dumbledore looks over to Vernon and notices similar symptoms to his wife, namely their anger before feeling what seems to be an immense amount of pain. He casts a powerful silencing charm to prevent the neighbors from hearing anything of import or from contacting the authorities.
Dumbledore casts some numbing charms on the two of them which somewhat helps with the pain before he levitates Vernon onto the couch with Petunia before running his wand over their still shaking bodies. 'What… is this?' Dumbledore thinks to himself as his magic detects something so dark it makes him pale. He furiously starts scanning both of them as he tries to get a deeper understanding of this magic that is afflicting two pieces of his plan.
A few minutes after breaking out into unimaginable pain, Petunia came back to her senses and saw the doddering old man waving his freaky wand over them, "W-what a-are you doing to us… you freak?" Petunia asks weakly, still in pain, angry at the old man.
Dumbledore sighs as he continues waving his wand over the two, "I'm attempting discern what dark magic is afflicting you as I assume it is related to the pain you had felt." Dumbledore says as he starts getting irritated at trying to figure out the magic involved with the spell. 'I can't seem to dispel it with the amount of power I can safely use.' He thinks to himself as he points his wand at Petunia and, using a spell similar to the horcrux detection charm that he took from the Potter family library before James's death, he checks for connections to her soul.
What he finds terrifies him on a deep level as black lines start spreading across her body, only visible to him, and they continue to spread all over her body until they've encompassed her entire being, "Well?! What's wrong with u-" Petunia starts saying, obviously irritated beyond belief, before her face starts practically burning in pain causing her to start squirming again.
While Petunia start's writhing in pain, the black lines on her face begin to glow a dark purple, obviously inflicting the pain she's feeling. Dumbledore is stumped as to what type of magic could cause such a reaction as this seems like a long lasting version of a cruciatus curse only with a trigger and localized effect based on the trigger. Slightly perturbed by this information, yet also slightly relieved at figuring out at the very least the basis of this dark spell he casts a vocal numbing charm at the woman before casting the spell he had cast on Petunia on Vernon, seeing the same phenomenon with him he casts another numbing charm before waiting on the two to relax.
A few minutes pass before the two stop convulsing completely while Dumbledore puts his wand away to keep them somewhat more calm as they're extremely on edge, "W-what's wrong wi-with us you freak?" Vernon asks somewhat hesitantly, knowing that only another of this old doddering fool's kind could do something like this.
Dumbledore sighs in resignation, "It seems that someone managed to place some very dark magic on the two of you." Dumbledore explains, causing both of the Dursleys to pale significantly before Vernon's face goes red.
"YOU SAID WE WOULD BE SAFE IF THE FREAK WAS HERE!" Vernon yells in fury.
Dumbledore nods, "Yes, which is still true. But it seems as though someone or something managed to bypass the protections that I had placed upon your home, though how they did so is beyond me." Dumbledore explains, causing both of the Dursleys to get angrier. What's the point of having protection if it doesn't protect you? "The basics I can tell about this magic is that it seems to be triggered by something and that it causes immense pain in certain parts of the body, most likely based on what triggers it." He explains, causing Petunia to put her head in her hands.
"C-can you… Get rid of it? You should be able to right?" Petunia asks hesitantly and with a large amount of fear which is mirrored by Vernon whom also has a now purpling look on his face due to his immense anger.
Dumbledore sighs once more, "I'm sorry, but this magic is beyond anything I've seen in my lifetime. It's both extensive in terms of how complex it acts while also being unique in the fact that the magic of the spell is bound to your very souls." Dumbledore explains, making the two pale to the point of looking almost translucent, "To make any attempt at curing this would run the risk of ending your lives, at least for the time being." He explains, and for the first time since he'd arrived the two gained a small glimmer of hope in their eyes.
Dumbledore asks the two various questions to attempt to figure out the trigger that causes the extensive pain before finally figuring out that it was the mental thought of inflicting pain on another that caused pain to start afflicting them in the area they had thought about. This process took about three hours before Dumbledore finally left #4 Privet Drive after Petunia had told him that Vernon had put Harry to sleep the night before, leaving behind a pair of rather fitful adults. Dumbledore made extensive use of legillimency to see the memory of Vernon doing so. He made his way back to #5 and walked in as Arabella opened the door, "So, did they tell you where young Harry was?" Arabella asks as Dumbledore heads back towards the fireplace.
Dumbledore pinches the bridge of his nose as he takes off his glasses, "No Arabella, in fact it seems the boy somehow managed to get out of his room and then the house in the middle of the night. He may have in fact been kidnapped by a dark wizard who managed to get past my wards through nefarious means, though how escapes me at the moment." Dumbledore explains as he stands next to the fireplace.
Arabella gasps, "You don't honestly think that someone could bypass your wards do you?" Arabella asks, disbelieving that someone could break into wards made by the powerful Albus Dumbledore.
Dumbledore shakes his head, "I don't know Arabella. So many death eaters managed to avoid prison or a veritaserum trial due to pleas of the imperious curse. I'm sure that at least one of them may have had some dark artifact or family magic capable of bypassing my blood wards." Dumbledore says as he grabs a handful of green powder from above the very tall fireplace, "I shall send out Mundungus to search for Harry Potter in the muggle world while I quietly search the magical world, we must keep his disappearance a secret." He says as he calls out 'Headmaster's office, Hogwarts' and throws down the powder, disappearing in a flash of green flame. Not knowing that his plans were going to come crashing down around him as time went on.
Springfield Cottage, two weeks later
Having sold some precious gems and other items of value they had brought with them, the Springfield family bought the area surrounding the rift so that their house could finally be shown to the world, albeit still with the protections provided by their magical barriers. They expanded the wooden cottage to include a small playground out back which had been bought by Chisame as an early birthday present for the boy who had quickly made his way into all of their hearts, warming up to each of them as they showed him as much love as they could while making sure to also not spoil him.
When they asked if he had wanted anything while they went shopping at Harrods a few days ago, he simply smiled at them and said, "I've got a family that loves me, that wants me. What could I possibly want besides that?" Those words drove home for the family just how quickly they had attached to the boy before they pulled him into a group hug that had many bystanders questioning what was wrong with the group.
Now Harry was downstairs, waiting in the living room with his soon to be legal dad, mum, grandmum, sister, and aunts (read mums) as Negi is talking with an older gentleman by the name of Rupert Oswald, a social worker. Their current topic of conversation started when the family had put in paperwork to adopt Harry the week prior, funnily enough is that none of the adoption or legal paperwork regarding his staying at the Dursleys existed, so he was for all intents and purposes not supposed to have been there. The government fast tracked his case through the system to get him an appointment with a social worker to work on his best interests. Mr. Oswald was a good man in Harry's eyes, kind, compassionate, and passionate about his work with kids; all of this made him a good man that he was happy to have as his social worker.
"Mr. Springfield, may I say once more how happy we are that you were the ones who had found young Harry here. How he slipped through the cracks is something that so many of us are still trying to figure out." Oswald says with a bit of joy in his voice but also some annoyance at not being able to figure out how such an event happened.
Negi smiles, "Please Mr. Oswald, call me Negi, Mr. Springfield was my father." Negi says, earning groans from everyone, including Harry and his step mother who is in her adult form. "And we're very glad too, little Harry has quickly made his way into all of our hearts." He says as he pulls Harry in for a one armed hug which Harry returns.
Mr. Oswald smiles, "Then please, call me Rupert." Rupert says, causing everyone to nod before he looks at Harry, "Alright Harry, based on what we've been told we're going to be having your Aunt and Uncle arrested later today." He says making Harry's eyes go wide, "I'm sorry to say that you will need to submit to a physical exam to determine the severity of the scaring you received from them, and if called on, testify at their trial." He says solemnly, knowing how hard it can be for children to face their abusers. Something he sees in young Harry when he grips Negi's hand to the point of his knuckles turning white while Negi just squeezes back in a comforting manner. "It's entirely possible that no one calls on you for testimony but it's looking like it would be a likely scenario to prepare for I'm sorry to say."
Harry shakes his head, "Don't be sorry, it isn't your fault." Harry says with as much courage as he can muster at the moment.
Rupert smiles, "Another thing." Rupert says before pulling out a folder filled with paper, "With my recommendation and a court date to happen soon, we can have the official adoption go through." Rupert says causing Negi to quickly pull in Harry for a hug which Harry returns with all of the strength he can, tears freely flowing down his face. "I assume you want this to go through then?" he asks, getting a nod from Harry and Negi, causing him to smile, "Good, Judge Irons is a good friend of mine and was willing to take this case as a favor. Just be honest with him Harry and tell him what you truly want." He finishes with a smile.
Harry nods in response before running over to the older man and pulling him into a quick hug which surprises the man as not many children who had been in Harry's positon would initiate contact with someone new like this. Breaking out of his surprise he notices Harry ending the hug before running Chisame who picks him up and sets him in her lap, a smile forming wide on her face.
"Thank you very much for all you've done this past week Rupert, I know your people have pushed this very quickly." Chisame says as she embraces Harry from behind. "So when's our court date so we can officially adopt Harry?"
Rupert smiles, "We're going for three days from now." Rupert says, earning surprised looks from the Springfields, "A husband, wife, sibling, aunts, and grandmother who rescued an abused boy from relatives who hadn't put in ANY of the legal paperwork to take custody of the boy while abusing him? It was a no brainer that Edward wanted this to go through quickly, that'd be Judge Edward Irons. Your court time is at Eleven AM, so please show up around an hour early so that we can get you prepped." He says as he gets up. "It's been wonderful working with you the past week everyone, and I hope to continue working with all of you over the course of my future visits."
Negi puts his hand out which Rupert takes, "And so do we Rupert, it's been wonderful having you here. Thank you so much for all of your help." Negi says as the two end their handshake.
Rupert waves them off, "Again, it was no issue. Seeing young Harry so happy now despite his previous experience with parental figures makes me know in my head and heart that you're the right people to raise a fine young man like him." Rupert says as he and Negi begin walking towards the door. "An attorney will contact you for details about a physical examination of young Harry at a later date."
Negi nods and opens the door for his new friend, "Thank you for your kind words Rupert, have a wonderful day." Negi says as Rupert walks out the door, giving the same gesture to the young man.
Later that Day, Dursley Residence
Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley Dursley were not having a great time, first the freak managed to escape, then that old bastard of a headmaster showed up and worked some freaky magic on them. Only for said freaky magic to tell them someone had done some REALLY freaky magic on all three of them which hurts them whenever they think about hurting someone.
Just when they thought their summer couldn't get any worse the doorbell rang. Vernon sighs as he gets up and goes to the door. As he opens it, he stares at a man wearing a police uniform, "Vernon Dursley?" The policeman asks, causing Vernon to nod slowly as he wonders why the police are here. The policeman pulls out a piece of paper, "We have a warrant for your arrest, the arrest of Mrs. Petunia Dursley, and a warrant to search the entirety of the premises." He says before motioning his fellow police officers towards the now stuttering man.
"N-NOW YOU SEE HERE! WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO ARREST A LAW ABIDING CITIZEN?!" Vernon bellows as a pair of officers pull him outside. "AND ON WHAT TRUMPED UP CHARGES!"
The police officer snarls, "Assault and battery of a Minor, willful negligence, and attempted murder." He says coldly as another pair of officers go into the building to arrest the woman. He turns back to a number of other officers holding cameras and gloves, "Tear the house apart to find every bit of evidence. The higher ups want the book weighing several metric tons when they throw it at these beasts." He says with authority as the officers' nod and head into the home to begin their search, noticing all of the neighbors staring at the home of one of the biggest gossip mongers in the town.
Across the street however, a woman holding her hand to her mouth runs to her fireplace before throwing in a handful of green powder, "Headmaster's office, Hogwarts!" she yells.
Hogwarts, Scotland
Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, the phoenix Fawkes sitting above him looking down upon the older man as he reads a report from Mundungus Fletcher, a rather filthy human by many standards.
As Dumbledore finishes reading the report from Mundungus a whoosh comes from his fireplace along with a rather panicked voice, "ALBUS!" Arabella yells from the fireplace, her face appearing in the green flames.
Albus rushes over, knowing that this might be important to the search for Harry. "What is it Arabella, have you seen Harry?" Dumbledore asks in a jovial tone, hoping to get the boy back to his relatives as soon as possible.
Arabella shakes her head, "No Albus, it's the Dursleys! They've been arrested!" Arabella exclaims, causing Albus to pale significantly, his plans falling down around him quicker than sand through a sieve.
"Arabella, please back away, I'm coming through." Dumbledore says as he grabs a handful of powder just as Arabella backs away from her fire. Dumbledore throws the powder into the fire as he calls out, "Arabella Figg's home, Little Whinging!" and disappears in a flash of green flame.
Dumbledore reappears inside of Arabella's home and heads immediately for the front door, on the way silently transforming his robes into a deep purple pinstriped suit so as not to draw attention. He exits the home and begins heading towards the home of Vernon and Petunia Dursley, as he approaches he gets stares from the people on the street. He smiles to himself as they must be thinking that his choice of fashion is well inspired.
Dumbledore approaches the police line and an officer steps into his path, "I'm sorry sir, but at present this is a crime scene and all entry is prohibited by unauthorized personnel." The young officer says in an official tone.
Dumbledore is stumped by this, "Young man, I'm a friend of this family and had come to inquire as to what has happened here. I'm sure that the Dursleys wouldn't mind my presence in the home as you conduct your investigation into what happened to them." Dumbledore explains in his grandfatherly tone as he attempts to move past the young officer but is stopped once more.
"I'm sorry sir, but once again, this is a crime scene. Irrespective of the Dursleys' wishes, unless you are their solicitor, I cannot permit you entry onto the premises." The police officer explains with a bit more force.
Dumbledore frowns; upset that this muggle isn't doing what he wanted. "Then may I inquire as to the location of the Dursleys?" Dumbledore asks politely, doing his absolute best to avoid showing his irritation.
The police officer shakes his head, "They were taken down to the station to be interrogated a few minutes ago. Policy dictates that only officers and solicitors can visit suspects at this point in the investigation without the express permission of the chief of police." He explains, causing Dumbledore to grumble under his breath.
"And where is your chief of police? It is imperative that I talk with the Dursleys." Dumbledore explains, causing the cop to sigh.
"The chief of police is most likely at the Little Whinging police department located on central street." The police officer explains, "Now please leave the scene sir, I've answered all questions I can for you. If you refuse to leave then we will have to arrest you for obstructing a criminal investigation."
Dumbledore internally fumes at that and walks back towards Arabella's home. He walks in and sees a still worried Arabella Figg, "So what did they say Albus?" Arabella asks.
Dumbledore sighs before removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose, "The home is closed off as a crime scene and the Dursleys are on their way to be interrogated. The only way I would get in to see them would be if I was their solicitor or a member of their law enforcement. The only other way is for me to get permission to see them from the chief of police at the Little Whinging police department on central street." Dumbledore relays, recalling almost the entirety of the conversation with the young officer. Dumbledore sighs, "I'll head over to the station as soon as I am able to attempt to get an audience with the Dursleys." He says before thanking Arabella for her time and informing him of the situation and walking out the front door.
Three Days Later, Little Whinging Civil Court
Harry, wearing a rather nice suit similar in appearance to the one Negi had worn as a young teacher, walked in to the courtroom holding the hand of Konoka and Chisame, Negi walking alongside Chisame's free side, with Chachamaru, Setsuna, and an adult Evangeline bringing up the rear. They approach the security guard at the front lobby and Negi speaks to the man, "Hello, we're here for a custody hearing of one Harry James Potter, my name is Negi Springfield, this is my wife Chisame Hasegawa Springfield, my adoptive siblings Konoka Konoe, Setsuna Sakurazaki, and Chachamaru Karakuri, and lastly my step-mother Evangeline A.K. Springfield." Negi says to the guard who is writing down all of the names, a little put off by the obviously foreign names as he has trouble knowing how to spell them before Konoka smiles and politely gives him their correct spellings.
The guard smiles at their politeness before walking over to a desk and pulling out a badge for each of them. "Please put these on somewhere around your chest so it is visible to others in the building." He says to the group who nods, each of them putting them on the left side of their chest, "My schedule shows that your group is to head to courtroom 4 at eleven, but are to head to meeting room 5 until the beginning of the hearing." He says before turning to a young looking guard who is sitting at a nearby desk, "Williams, please bring these people to meeting room 5." He says to the young guard who gets up and asks the group to follow him.
The group walks for about four minutes before reaching their destination, inside of which is Rupert Oswald and an older gentleman that they hadn't seen before; Rupert looks in their direction and smiles. "There they are, told you they'd be on time Richard." Rupert says as he turns back to the older man who smiles in turn before they both get up and walk to the group. "Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Richard Corner, the head of the department of children services, and my boss." He says as he gestures to the older man who holes his hand out to Negi.
Richard smiles, "It's nice to meet you Mr. Springfield, Rupert has told me good things about you and your family." Richard says as he shakes Negi's hand before offering the hand to Harry, "It's also wonderful to meet you young Harry, I hope that your hearing goes well today." He says as Harry hesitantly takes the older man's hand at the comforting urging of Konoka.
"It's n-nice to meet you too sir. I hope that I can call myself Harry James Potter-Springfield after today." Harry says, the words coming out with a lot of hope in them, bringing home just how much this boy desires to be with these people.
Richard gives a nice chuckle, "Oh don't you worry. Edward is a good man and will see you all for who you are, now then, let's discuss your occupations." Richard says as he and Rupert move back to their seats with the Springfield family sitting down at the table. "Now then, Mr. Springfield, it says here you were a teacher at a high school in Japan, what particular subject did you teach and for how many years?" he asks.
Negi smiles, remembering fondly the years he spent teaching at Mahora, "I taught English for about three years due to my early college graduation and the academy dean being an old family friend. In fact, Konoka here is his granddaughter." Negi says as he motions to a smiling Konoka. "At present I am searching for work here in Great Britain as an English teacher, or as a martial arts instructor." He says, surprising Richard.
"You practice a martial art, may I ask what kind." Richard asks.
Negi smiles, "I practice a variant of Chinese Kenpo, I was taught by a friend named Ku Fei when I was around ten years old and haven't stopped practicing since. It's a good skill to have when you have need of it and it keeps you in great shape as well." Negi says as he rubs the back of his head.
Richard nods before looking back at his files, matching what Negi had said before making a note in his files about the martial arts. "Alright then, Mrs. Springfield, it says here you are looking to start up a company that produces computers. Do you have a business plan and the finances to start up such a venture with the amount of competition on the market?" Richard asks, only knowing the barebones about computer technology.
Chisame smiles widely, which sends small shivers down the backs of several people around the globe, "But of course, we have enough financial capital to start up the business including a warehouse for storage and a production facility, we even have our flagship model designed and tested to the point of lacking most issues that modern day computers have." Chisame says before pulling out a rather bulky computer from her bag, "Say hello to the Chiu SmartTop, or very first portable computer model and the flagship of Chiu Inc." she says as she turns on the laptop, showing them how advanced it is compared to current models. "We hope to have a few thousand units ready for sale within the next month, while plans are already in works for other models." She says as she turns off the laptop and puts it back in her bag. "I graduated college several years early due to my high intelligence and ingenuity. I have every intention on cornering the market on commercial computer electronics." She says with a mischievous smirk on her face.
Richard just nods dumbly as he notes all of this in his files while Rupert just sits there slack jawed. "A-and why the name Chiu Inc.? And how did you get the financial capital?" Richard asks.
Chisame smiles fondly, "A nickname from early middle school that stuck, I kinda grew fond of it." Chisame says before looking at Negi, "My husband and his father come from some money and offered to provide the start-up capital for my business due to it being a dream of mine. Due to their investment I'm able to begin my business here in the UK." She says.
Richard nods before looking at the rest and getting their stories. Before they knew it, the clock struck 10:55, "Alright everyone, please follow us to the courtroom." Rupert says as they all get up and begin heading towards the courtroom.
(Skipping this scene except for the end)
Judge Edward Irons has been a civil attorney for many years, but even after all this time he still gets a case that just rips into his very being and makes him happy he chose this profession. Having listened to the testimony of the prospective parents and family members that sought to adopt young Harry Potter he knew that this family would treat the young boy right as they had been since they rescued him from the streets after the boy escaped his abusive relatives, "Young Harry Potter, would you please stand and approach the bench." Judge Irons asks, causing Harry to nervously get up and walk alone to the front of the court, looking back to see the smiling faces of his new family. "Mr. Potter, I would like to hear what it is that you want. Would you like to become a member of the Springfield family, to take on their name and have Mr. and Mrs. Springfield become your adoptive parents? Or would you like to become a temporary ward of the crown as we attempt to find a suitable home for you?" He asks the small boy, despite knowing in his gut that he will choose the former option without a doubt.
Harry smiles as he looks up at the judge, "Sir, in the past month, I've been shown more love in my life than any time combined when living with my aunt and uncle. I would love to become Harry James Potter-Springfield and have Negi and Chisame adopt me as their son." Harry says, his words causing everyone's eyes in the court to start watering slightly.
Judge Irons smiles widely, "I thought you would say that young man, and I am inclined to agree with you." He says as he looks over to Negi and Chisame, "Mr. and Mrs. Springfield, please approach." He says, causing the two to do so and stand on either side of Harry, "Are you willing to raise young Harry James Potter as your son and protect him as his parents?" he asks, getting a simultaneous 'yes' from them both, making him smile even wider as they both grasp one of Harry's hands, "Then by the rights bestowed upon me as a civil agent of the crown and Her Majesty, I hereby grant custody of Harry James Potter to Mr. Negi Entheofushia Springfield and Mrs. Chisame Hasegawa Springfield. And based on the recommendation of Mr. Rupert Oswald and the head of the dept. of children's services Mr. Richard Corner, I hereby approve the application for the adoption of Harry James Potter by the aforementioned parties, from this day forward you are hereby known as Harry James Potter-Springfield." Judge Irons says, causing everyone from the Springfield family to cheer loudly as the two new parents embrace their new son. "This court is now dismissed." He says as he slams his gavel before getting up out of his chair and walking towards the now crowding family. "Congratulations young man, not everyone finds such a good family." He says as he approaches, getting grateful nods from the family.
Harry sees the older judge approach and looks up to his parents, his tears still running freely down his face, before running over to the judge and pulling him into a quick hug, constantly saying 'thank you'. Judge Irons gives a quick ruffle to the child's head, causing Harry to run back to the family and start talking excitedly as they leave the room.
A month and a half later
Having gone to the doctors to get his physical examination out of the way the week before, Harry James Potter-Springfield and his family are walking back into the court building for the trial of Vernon and Petunia Dursley, the prosecution having called upon him as a witness. The group, having been in there a few times to deal with some of the issues regarding young Harry's status before his adoption, had made friends with a number of the security guards there, expediting the process of the security checks and getting them to the courtroom in record time.
The group sits down as Harry notices Vernon and Petunia for the first time in two months, Vernon having lost some weight and gaining a few bruises on his body that are visible despite the suit he's wearing, and Petunia gaining a somewhat dead look in her eyes. Harry feels a little bad, knowing that these two were about to go to prison because of him, but was explained that it wasn't his fault that they had abused him. Harry knew that to be true, it was their fault and theirs alone and had to face their punishment.
The judge for the case enters the room, "All rise for the Honorable Judge Andrews!" The scribe says as he begins typing away. As the judge sits everyone follows suit and the doors to the courtroom open, revealing an old man with a long white beard wearing an odd suit in a deep burgundy color.
"I apologize for causing a commotion, but I was running late and didn't get the notification about the trial until a little while ago." The old man says as he walks to the side of the defense.
The judge scowls at the old man, "And just who are you sir?" Judge Andrews asks as the old man sits down.
The old man smiles at the judge, "My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. I am an old friend of the Dursley family as I had been to the sister of Petunia Dursley, Mrs. Lily Potter who was the late mother of the boy these two are suspected of 'abusing'." Dumbledore says, now taking a good look around the room, his eyes landing on a pair of emerald green eyes.
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AN- Sorry that this was late, got REALLY into Elder Scrolls Online through Xbox Game pass over the course of the last week and when I took breaks to write this I was a little stumped at points. Hope you all enjoyed! Also, if I PM you and send the same message twice, I don't know why it's doing that but it happens quite frequently for me so please ignore any double messages that may arrive from me as I am aware of the problem. Next chapter we deal with the trial of the Dursleys, the fallout with Dumbledore meeting the Springfield family, and a little trip.