Dumbledore was stunned. He couldn't get away because too much of his magic was sapped away from running all over. He was too old and tired to fight this many trained aurors.
He was carried off to a magical holding cell, where, surprise surprise, was Sirius Black.
Black barely reacted at all to his old headmaster being thrown in with him. All he had in him was to slightly raise his eyebrows.
Which was fine and dandy for Dumbledore because that let him sit in silence. Time meant nothing as hours slipped by and their thoughts louder than any shuffle.
Dumbledore felt like McGonagall ratted him out. He was very correct. She was in the other room sharing everything she knew about her dear Dumbles. He has pushed her too far and he fell off the pedestal in her eyes.
He was arrested and did not have the pleasure of going to Austria and instead went to Azkaban. Funnily enough, he recognized it as the same cell he broke Black out off.
Sirius Black was dropped of all charges but deemed unfit to be Harry Potters guardian. Black fought hard for visitation rights but they weren't allowed until the boy was older and after he was introduced into the magical world.
Minerva McGonagal naturally became the new Headmaster of Hogwarts. Where she never stored the stone. She closed the building as soon as the first petrification because of the fear from her student days. Only Cedric Diggory was the Hogwarts Champion because McGonagal did a security check on Mad Eye Moody and all of the staff before the foreign schools visited. She also checked all the foreign schools for student safety. Because the Death Eaters never got Harry or had Crouch Jr help raise him from the dead, he stayed dead. Crouch Jr was found impersonating Moody and was stunned and arrested.
All in all, Minerva rocked at her job. Harry had a normal school life. One where he went home for holidays because he missed his family and he got presents and had parties. He had the life he deserved. The life all children deserve.
AN/ Because I had someone scold me about how poorly I handled the police, I'd like to add I wrote that when I was 12. I'll admit, it isn't well informed. Am I going to fix it, no. Why? Because reading my writing from when I was twelve pains me for obvious reason. This is the first story I wrote when I was younger and for that I hold it near and dear to my heart. I'm so happy to have finally completed this even with all its flaws
