Tom's POV;
Tom had no idea a hearing could be this fun. Just the anticipation alone is enough to have him chuckling. They have enough evidence to give Umbridge the kiss, and if her ranting earlier meant anything, it will mean she will drag Fudge and Dumbledore down with her.
They are waiting for Fudge and Madam Bones to enter the Wizengamot. Dumbledore is already in his place as Chief Warlock because no one had sent him away just yet, and Umbridge is already chained and silenced in the middle of the room. Purple in the face from all the screaming she's doing. Salazar, he hopes she will get the kiss.
Tom leans a little to his right, looking to the neutral part of the stands, looking at Harry. When he finds him in the middle of the rest of the witches and wizards, he can't help but smirk, seeing that Harry is already looking back at him.
Not being able to touch him is already torture, and unfortunately, he doesn't know how long the trial will take.
He really wants to go home and devour Harry, kiss, lick and bite his lithe body until Harry can't take it anymore. Tom shifts a little to adjust himself, and Harry puts a hand for his mouth to hide a smile, seemingly aware of what he's doing to Tom's mind and at the moment to Tom's pants.
Both their eyes are drawn to the entrance when Madam Bones walks in with Fudge and six Aurors. Fudge is looking afraid and makes himself as small as possible. When his eyes find Umbridge shrieking in the middle of the room, he pales rapidly.
''W-what's this?! What's the m-meaning of this!?'' Fudge tries to demand, only to shrink under Bones' glare.
''Take a seat, Minister-'' Bones sneers, all pleasantries are gone from her face, and Tom almost wiggles in his seat because of it. He really likes a little chaos. ''-you will find out soon enough.''
Fudge protests some more, blabbering about how he's the Minister and a lot of other gibberish, but Tom doesn't really pay attention. He leans a little back before looking behind him to whisper to Sirius.
''Prepare. This is going to be nasty.'' He whispers, and Sirius nods solemnly. Tom sees some others are listening in, but he ignores them for now. It's clear that most of the Dark magic section has chosen him as the leader, pulled in by his magic and his confidence. Since he joined the Wizengamot, he has already gained the most powerful allies from the Neutral and Dark sections. He already kind of is the Dark Lord again, but now political.
''Today, we are going to do things a little different.'' Madam Bones declares, getting the attention of everyone in the room. She looks around the room with narrowed eyes before continuing.
''Because of recent discoveries, I shall lead this hearing, after the facts are revealed of this case, we shall give our verdict with a vote if Minister Fudge is suitable to continue his ministership, and if Albus Dumbledore will continue as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. Most of you will have questions, and I ask for you to wait until the end because most questions will be answered during this hearing.'' The no-nonsense tone Madam Bones uses makes it clear that she isn't in the mood to be messed with.
Whispers start immediately, but the crowd keeps their initial shock to themselves. Tom hears multiple whispers around him say, 'good riddance' and 'never trusted the old fool'. When Tom glances at the Chief Warlock he barely represses his smirk because Dumbledore is absolutely fuming in his seat. But he keeps silent. The control he shows is remarkable.
'' Silence !'' Madam Bones demands. The wizards and witches quiet down quickly. ''Today, we are here for the critical trial of Dolores Jane Umbridge. She stands to trial because she is accused of torturing children inside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dictating their freedom and blocking their correspondence from the outside world through post wards.'' Madam Bones recites with absolute coldness in her tone.
The pandemonium that breaks out is astounding. It was expected, of course, but it's memorable with how passionate everybody reacts. Most of them do have family members at Hogwarts, to hear that they were tortured and that their freedom has been taken away is something most of them will not take kindly to.
Curses even start flying towards Umbridge, but the protective ward around her stops them. Umbridge is still shrieking and looks more afraid with the second.
''Order! Order!'' Madam Bones demands, it takes a while, but finally, everybody is relatively silent again.
''Today at 5.34 PM we received a Patronus from Lord Harry James Potter - Peverell with a request to come to Hogwarts as soon as possible.'' Tom sees almost every eye in the room turn towards Harry, but he remains stoic and determined.
''When I arrived with three other Aurors, we came upon most of the students of Hogwarts, almost all of the teachers, Lord Potter - Peverell, Lord Slytherin, and Madam Dolores Jane Umbridge in the Great Hall. There we saw Madam Umbridge on the ground while Lord Potter - Peverell and Lord Slytherin were in discussion with Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.''
Tom sees multiple people shift uncomfortable, most of them in the Light section, all still sickly loyal to Dumbledore.
''When we asked why we were summoned, Lord Potter - Peverell requested that we arrest Madam Umbridge on the ground of the torture of students. He promised there was more than enough evidence, and there was.'' Madam Bones stopped talking and paused in her talking, and Tom secretly loved the drama.
Madam Bones flicked her wand, and note after note flew in front of wizards and witches of the Wizengamot. All of them were reports from the healers who helped the students in the last hour. Photo's and texts of all the 'messages' Umbridge wanted to sink in. Tom was disgusted, and he wasn't the only one.
''These are examples. And yes, these are all students of Hogwarts, minor witches, and wizards who thought to be safe inside those halls.''
Ohoohooo, someone missed their calling in Slytherin. Tom thought while hiding his smirk behind his hand.
Yells and curses were thrown through the hall. Madam Bones didn't even try to get the Wizengamot back in control, only glaring at Umbridge, who was sinking further and further in her chair. Tom is pretty sure that if terror or fear had a scent, she would reek of it.
It was Harry who took back control of the audience, standing in his silent power until, within minutes, everybody calmed down.
''Please continue, Madam Bones.'' Harry politely said, before throwing Tom a raised eyebrow, knowing that Tom could've calmed everybody down too. Tom just shrugged. He was enjoying the chaos. But he agreed with Harry. He wanted this done as soon as possible too.
''Thank you, Lord Potter - Peverell, please raise your wand if you agree with the application of Veritaserum.'' Madam Bones asked the Wizengamot.
There wasn't a single wand not raised. Something Tom was grateful for. They needed the Veritaserum. They needed it so Fudge and Dumbledore would be in trouble too.
Within moments Umbridge calmed down after the Veritaserum was applied, then Madam Bones started her questioning.
''What is your full name?''
''Dolores Jane Umbridge.''
''What was your position at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?''
''I was appointed as a teacher for the class Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I was appointed High Inquisitor by Minister Fudge.''
Madam Bones nodded and glared at Fudge, who was almost under his chair if he sunk down any further.
''Please note that Madam Umbridge had been appointed as a teacher and a position that didn't even exist until this year by our own Minister.'' Madam Bones stated. Earning murmurs through the hall.
She turns back to the Pink toad.
''What was your job as High Inquisitor?''
''There was no job description. I was given free reign over the school.'' Umbridge stated.
''Free reign? What about the Headmaster?''
''He had no say.'' The answer was not what Harry and Tom needed, but it was something.
There were a couple of other questions asked that weren't that important, but then Tom's attention was pulled back when Madam Bones asked what kind of torture Umbridge did to the students.
''I didn't torture the students.'' The witch stated.
The answer was so out of nowhere that Tom shook himself. Did she really say that? What the actual fuck? He was shocked, and when he glanced at Harry, he saw that Harry was getting angry again.
Madam Bones seemed equally shocked. She was silent for a moment, a pensive thought on her face before she asked another question.
''Can you tell us what you did to the students during their detentions?''
''I let them write lines.''
Murmurs were again all heard through the hall. Tom could understand some of them because that didn't sound like torture at all.
''And did you provide their writing materials?''
''Yes, I did.''
''What kind of quill did you give to the students?''
''A Blood Quill.''
''If you let the students write with a Blood Quill, that counts as torture.'' Madam Bones stated matter of factly.
''It wasn't torture. They are just weak-minded imbeciles or dirty mud- and half-bloods,'' A slight sneer came through Umbitch's dazed expression.
Tom sat back in his chair. Bloody hell, she was even worse than Voldemort. At least Voldemort knew that he was torturing people, and it had never been children. She didn't even realize that she was hurting children and didn't see anything wrong with it.
Madam Bones' nostrils flared in anger, but she had herself in control even when the whole Wizengamot was demanding blood from the pink toad.
''I demand to know which students were targeted!'' Some wizard in the Light section ordered. Tom studied him and saw that it was Lord Diggory if he remembers correctly, Harry had been on a date with his son. Mh, what a prick.
Multiple witches and wizards wanted to know who had been targeted as well, and Madam Bones conceded.
''Madam Umbridge, who did you target with these detentions? And why?''
''Because they were a threat against the Ministry.'' She simply replied. Her answer made everyone silent for a change.
Madam Bones saw gold and struck like a Niffler.
''Who are they? And a threat against the Ministry? Or a threat against your boss, Minister Fudge?'' She asked with a slight glance towards the Minister.
'' They were a threat against Minister Fudge, those mudbloods and half-bloods in the lead! They wanted change! And I was the only one that saw straight through them! One minute they would read magazines with half-naked witches, and the next, they would demand that jeans were proper work clothing when working in the Ministry because the Muggles do it! They would undermine the Ministry and Minister Fudge! They would come with liberal ideas that have no place in the Ministry! They should be cut down!'' Umbridge became almost hysterical, and Tom looked around to see everyone gape at the pink witch.
When he looked at Fudge, he saw that the man was hiding his face in his bowler hat.
Tom didn't dare look at Harry, knowing he would burst out in laughter.
''The reports have been distributed to you all. The students were no name has been reported wanted to keep their anonymity. If you have children at Hogwarts at this moment, the post wards are functioning like normal again, so you can write them, and they can answer truthfully.'' Madam Bones declared in the silence, ensuring that the witches and wizards knew they could check up on their children when this was over.
Murmurs in approval were made around the room.
''Does anyone else have any questions for Madam Umbridge?'' She then asked while looking around the room.
Nobody spoke, and Tom was glad for it. He was done listening to the toad.
''Then we will discuss our verdict. There is no doubt about it that Madam Umbridge has tortured and harmed underage children and dictated the school for the last month and a half. I propose the kiss as punishment for her actions. If you agree, raise your wand.''
Tom was impressed with the declaration, and when he raised his wand and looked around, it was clear that nobody disagreed with Madam Bones. There wasn't a single wand not raised in the Wizengamot. Umbridge had just received the antidote for Veritaserum and heard her verdict. She was now sobbing in silence because the guards had put another silencing spell on her.
The chair on which Umbridge had been bound, disappeared in the ground, and Tom smirked. But the day wasn't over just yet.
The whole Wizengamot was discussing with each other what had happened and the cases that had presented, and Tom stood. They were forgetting a couple of important notes, and Tom is glad to help them remember.
It didn't take long before the whole room quieted, their focus on him. He saw curious looks about what the new young Lord, the 'son' of Voldemort, could demand right now, and he rolled his shoulders.
''Madam Bones, I want to thank you for this quick trial and the correct handling of this atrocity. But I don't think we are quite finished yet.'' He looked around the room and found those emerald-green eyes that gave him even more strength before turning back to Madam Bones.
He could feel every set of eyes in the Wizengamot on him.
''I think we need to discuss what needs to happen to Minister Fudge and Albus Dumbledore. Because of their neglect and blindness, multiple students have been abused, mistreated, and downright terrorized at a place most call a second home. I demand repercussions.'' He stated with his head held high.
He smirked when most of the attendants gasped in shock. Then multiple people began to demand the same (mainly the Neutral section) or defend Fudge (a couple in the Dark section, I am looking at you Malfoy) or Dumbledore (mostly the Light section).
Madam Bones shot sparks in the air to demand silence, and it took about ten minutes before everyone settled down.
She then turned to Tom with amusement in her eyes but also sharpness that Tom could respect.
''You are right, Lord Slytherin. We should demand answers from both and see for ourselves if they still suit in their current roles.'' Madam Bones declared, and Tom could see the little vindictive streak in her. Madam Bones is fair, but if you mess with her niece...
''I'm not going on trial! It's preposterous! I haven't done anything wrong! That woman is mad!'' Fudge immediately sputtered, gaining only glares from most of the witches and wizards in attendance.
''Keep silent, you blubbering fool! You clearly knew that Umbridge was unhinged, and still you sent her to our children!'' Augusta Longbottom states, glaring Fudge down.
This did help shut Fudge up. He saw that he was losing because even his 'supporters' were sneering at him. Tom knew that Fudge's supporters would jump ship as soon as it looked like a lost cause and because most of them only supported him for their own agenda.
''We will start with Minister Fudge, all in favor of him being stripped from his title as Minister, please raise your wands.'' No trial, no nothing. It was clear he had been guilty of negligence.
Tom hadn't expected things to go this fast, but he's glad for it. He can't wait to get home with Harry.
There is no surprise that almost the whole Wizengamot again raises their wands.
Bones turns to Fudge, who seems on the edge of crying. ''Cornelius Fudge, you are hereby fired as Minister of Magical Britain. We kindly ask you to remove yourself from the hall,''
There would possibly be more repercussions, but at the moment, being stripped from his title was enough. Fudge was just a simple man who wanted power that he didn't know how to wield.
Cornelius shakily stands and makes his way out of the hall with three Aurors flanking him. Some are whispering that he still gets off easy, but Tom is glad that he is at least gone.
''We need a new Minister. We can't go without one.'' Sirius demands from behind Tom. Tom schools his features. This is going exactly according to plan.
''Indeed-'' Harry stands now and gets the attention of the entire room. ''I vote for Madam Bones. We know she will be fair and just, something we clearly need.''
Tom hears some whispers in the Dark section, but nobody objects to the claim. They wouldn't dare. Madam Bones seems shocked and a little flustered before she clears her throat.
''Thank you, Lord Potter-Peverell, for your generous nomination. Is there someone who wants to nominate themselves or anyone else?'' She looks around the room, and Tom tenses when Lord Nott stands.
''I nominate Lord Slytherin, he has a clear head, and he may be new to the Wizengamot, but from what I've seen so far, he supports all sides, not just the one that suits him the most.''
There are murmurs in agreement, and even Madam Bones inclines her head to him. Tom is shocked by the nomination and stands.
He just knows that this is some scheme to kiss his ass from Nott, but he doesn't let it deter him.
''Thank you so much for the nomination, Lord Nott. Unfortunately, I don't have the right mindset at this moment to focus on being Minister. I do agree with Lord Potter-Peverell. Madam Bones should be Minister.'' Tom sits back down and sees Dumbledore eyeing him warily. The old goat probably had expected Tom to jump at the opportunity.
Tom does his best not to sneer at the man.
Harry stands again and shoots Tom a small smile before turning to Madam Bones again. ''Everyone in favor of Madam Bones, please raise your wands.''
Everyone in the Wizengamot raises their wands again, even Nott, after nominating Tom.
''Then it's settled, welcome, Minister Bones,'' Harry declares with a small bow, immediately there is a glow that goes through the entire room. Tom feels the magic settling in acceptance of the new Minister.
Finally, someone that is capable of doing her job.
''Thank you for the trust you've put upon me.'' She declares solemnly before rightening her shoulders again and turning to Dumbledore. ''Now to the last point of business, Albus Dumbledore, were you or were you not informed by the wards at Hogwarts about what Madam Umbridge was doing?''
''I was not informed, and I would never put any child in danger like that.'' Dumbledore states and Tom hears Harry snort. He bites his lip to suppress his own laugh.
Dumbledore isn't deterred and just smiles at Madam Bones with his eyes twinkling. Tom can't stand it.
''So were your wards failing? Didn't you get notified when she brought a Blood Quill inside, a Dark artifact?'' Madam Bones inquires.
''She had free reign as she herself put it, which meant that she could change the wards, I assume that's how she also changed the mail wards on Hogwarts so certain letters could get out or in.'' Dumbledore doesn't seem worried at all. Tom glances at Harry and sees that Harry is looking with narrowed eyes at Dumbledore.
''Am I understanding correctly that you weren't informed about Madam Umbridge's detentions? Weren't the other teachers worried?'' Madam Bones asks with fire in her eyes.
''There were some complaints from my staff, but nothing that could be proven until today.''
Tom is starting to feel nervous. The Wizengamot is clearly eating up Dumbledore's words. They just immediately believe him because he saved them all those years ago against Grindelwald. And because they all know that Voldemort was afraid of him, of his power. Thankfully, Tom isn't.
It's maddening, but Tom can't interfere. He hasn't got any proof! Only what Umbridge declared, but it isn't enough to incriminate Dumbledore.
Madam Bones is nodding. ''So you have never put any students in harm's way?'' She asks, and Dumbledore shakes his head.
''Of course not. I would never harm a child.'' Dumbledore tells the audience again, who all believe him immediately.
''You liar!'' Harry suddenly declares, and Tom gapes at the rude interruption of the trial.
Harry is standing and glaring at Dumbledore, his magic pouring out of him in waves, and Tom swallows heavily.
Oh, Lord. Harry is mad.
Harry's POV;
''Of course not. I would never harm a child.'' Dumbledore declares, maintaining the standard image of a concerned grandfather as if he can't believe the accusations that are being made against him.
That lying son of a bitch! Harry can't believe Dumbledore is lying this easily like he hasn't hurt a fly, while he manipulated Harry's life since his parents had been killed! Maybe even before because Dumbledore was the one telling them about the Prophecy, making them move around and advising them to use the Fidelius charm.
''You liar!'' He yells, he can't hold it back anymore, he hates it that he can see how Dumbledore thinks he can get away with it.
''Lord Potter-Peverell, you can't just-'' Minister Bones starts, but Harry interrupts him again.
''I have proof of Dumbledore harming a child, a baby even, and he fully was aware of what he was doing!''
This shuts everyone up.
''What kind of proof?'' Bones asks with narrowed eyes.
Harry bites his lip, he wasn't really thinking at first when he started yelling, but he can't let Dumbledore get away with it. He needs to tell everyone what happened to him. He rolls his shoulders and doesn't dare to look at Tom or Sirius.
''I have an inheritance test where has been detected that my magical core was bound and with it also my ability to use wandless and wordless magic. This all happened on Samhain 1981. After that, I was left on the doorstep of my muggle family, a muggle family who hated everything magic. I have a witness that Dumbledore was the one that put the bindings on me and a witness that Dumbledore was the one that left me in an abusive household for ten years.'' Harry tries to rein in his emotions and magic, but it's difficult. He's just so worked up about this. He can't let Dumbledore go back to Hogwarts. He has done too much harm there. They need a competent Headmaster or Headmistress.
Silence had never been quite this loud, but Harry stood his ground. He needs Dumbledore away from Hogwarts and, if possible, in prison.
''These-these are some serious accusations, Lord Potter-Peverell.'' Madam Bones starts slowly after minutes of silence.
''I know, and as I just said, I have witnesses and a Gringotts inheritance test to prove it,'' Harry says determinedly.
''Please call on your witnesses and inheritance test from Gringotts. I want to get to the bottom of this.'' Madam Bones says with a nod. Harry can see it in her eyes that she believes him. Thank Salazar for that.
Harry nods his head and steps down to the middle of the Wizengamot before calling Dobby.
''Dobby, please go to Gringotts, and ask for master Gobblyrock. He has my inheritance test.''
''Of course, Master Harry, sir!'' Dobby says with a salute before popping away again. Harry glances at the Dark section to see Malfoy gaping at the spot his old house-elf just vanished from. Harry suppresses the desire to laugh.
''The first witness I will call is Professor McGonagall, she was with Dumbledore when he dropped me as a one-year-old on my families doorstep in a basket, please also note that it was the first of November, and I wasn't found until the next morning in just a basket with a letter,'' Harry tells the Wizengamot. He sees Dumbledore starting to panic in his seat, but Harry doesn't care. Harry is not pulling any punches.
Dumbledore needs to go down.
It takes Dobby about five minutes to get the inheritance test, and thankfully his title as Master of Death has been glamoured. Harry thinks Lady Magic is helping him a hand at the moment, and he doesn't mind at all.
He presents the document to Madam Bones, who quickly reads through it.
''Named Dragon king by a Hungarian Horntail?'' She says while raising her eyebrows, her monocule falls promptly from her eye.
Harry ducks his head to look shy. ''Ah, yes, I battled the Hungarian Horntail during the Triwizard Tournament. She was impressed and named me Dragon king,'' Harry tells her with amusement, ignoring the excited murmurs that go through the Wizengamot.
It doesn't take long for McGonagall to show up. She has been told what is happening and is standing before the Wizengamot with a stern expression.
''Professor McGonagall, could you tell the Wizengamot what happened after James Potter and Lily Potter, née Evans, were killed by Lord Voldemort?''
The gasps that follow Voldemort's name make Harry roll his eyes.
McGonagall just nods before glancing at Dumbledore. Then her expression hardened, and she looked back at Bones.
''Albus told me through a Patronus that it was all over, that the Dark Lord was gone and that Lily and James had been killed-''
Harry glances towards the Dark section and sees a pale Sirius holding his knees. Harry knows that talking about that day still hurts Sirius.
In a way, it's easier for Harry because he doesn't remember his parents at all. He was just too young.
''-then he told me that Hagrid was getting little Harry and that he would be dropped off at his only family. I knew about Lily's sister, she had been in my house for years, and I knew that Lily and her sister weren't close.'' McGonagall tells the Wizengamot.
''I apparated to Little Whining and kept an eye on the house in my animagus form.'' She makes a face before continuing. ''They were the worst kind of muggles. I didn't want to leave little Harry there, but Albus overruled me. Saying that it was what Lily wanted. Something I truly can't entertain even for a moment.'' She tells them all with a huff.
Harry nods along, ''My mother didn't want me with her sister, as a matter of fact, in their wills was described that I should never go to my aunt and uncle.'' Harry tells them all with a grimace.
They don't have any more questions for McGonagall, and Harry thanks her warmly for her time.
''I hope you know what you're doing, Potter,'' McGonagall tells him silently before leaving the room.
Harry then turns back to Madam Bones, Dumbledore, and the rest of the Wizengamot. Dumbledore's eye is twitching, but Harry doesn't care.
''For my second witness, I want to call up on Lord Death.''
Chaos starts again through the whole room, frightened voices and incredulous declarations.
Madam Bones' eyes have gone wide.
''Ar-Are you sure, Lord Potter-Peverell?''
''Yes, I'm quite sure. Just give me a moment.'' Harry tells them before walking in a circle and chanting. He doesn't let anyone hear what he's chanting, but the room fills with his magic, and everyone can feel it. Mostly how much power comes off him.
He bows his head, and when he looks up, he sees the face of his adoptive father. He smiles at him.
''Thank you for coming, dad,'' Harry says softly before bowing slightly and turning back to Madam Bones. He sees a lot of pale faces staring at Death. He even hears a couple of whimpers. He's used to Death's presence, and he can imagine it being overwhelming if you feel it for the first time.
''You're welcome, little one.'' Death tells him warmly.
''Lord Death will answer your questions about my inheritance test,'' Harry states, making it clear that Death will not answer any other questions.
Madam Bones is pale and looks with wide eyes at the deity in front of her. But then she rights herself and starts speaking.
''Well, uh, welcome Lord Death, could you tell us about the inheritance test about Harry James Potter-Peverell?'' Madam Bones starts, immediately getting to the point.
''Of course-'' The whole room was so silent you could hear a pin drop, Harry is pretty sure that some witches and wizards had stopped breathing, just to make sure that they wouldn't be noticed by Lord Death. ''-When Harry entered my realm, I felt the bounds that were on his Magical core and others. I wanted him as healthy as possible, so I gave him a potion that would help with his eyesight and would heal other ailments. I then proposed a ritual that ended any bindings on him.'' Death states with a regal tone of voice.
''Can you tell us if you could track down the applicator of the binding spells?'' Bones then asked, clearly intrigued with the whole story.
''I could. I could tell that they had been placed by Albus Dumbledore. I broke them as quickly as I could with the ritual, and Harry could recover from everything he had been through in his first fourteen years in my realm while learning more about being a wizard.''
Harry glanced around the room and saw only stunned faces. He was glad that everybody seemed to believe him and Death. Or maybe they were too afraid of Death not to believe him.
Harry then looked at Bones, asking with his eyebrows if she had any more questions. Death could stay longer in this realm, but he rather not.
''Thank you for this information, Lord Death.'' Bones stated officially. Death nodded at her before turning to Harry.
''I will see you next week, regular time?'' Death asked softly, making sure that no one could hear them.
''Yes, I have quite some things to tell you, as you probably noticed,'' Harry says with a fond smile.
Death then looked to the Dark section, and Harry could only guess at who he was looking.
''Bring your boyfriend. I want to make him sweat a little.'' Death then suddenly stated, making Harry blush. ''Dad! What the fuck!?'' Harry hissed, completely embarrassed.
Death just chuckled and clapped Harry on the shoulder before the shadows erupted around him again and pulled him back to his own realm.
Harry turns back to Madam Bones.
''Now you have learned the truth. Dumbledore had bound my magic when I was just one year old. According to Gringotts, this is a Class A offense.'' Harry states officially with his arms behind his back. He feels a little like a reporting officer or something.
''Thank you, Lord Potter-Peverell,'' Bones says, dismissing Harry from the floor so he can make his way back to his regular spot. Harry sees the Light section with incredulous faces, completely at a loss how their Light Lord could do this to a child, the savior of their world. He could see how shocked they were that he could even do such things.
Harry finally looks at the Dark section and sees sympathetic eyes from Sirius and Tom. He can't wait until he's out of here. He really wants to go home and be with Tom. And later maybe drink some hot chocolate with Sirius and Remus, but first Tom in his bed, preferably naked. Talking could come later.
''Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, you are hereby found guilty on the following charges-'' Before Bones can state what Dumbledore has done wrong, he jumps up, startling the Aurors who had been standing around him as guards. He stuns the Aurors with a quick swipe of his wand, and Harry jumps up with his wand at the ready. He also sees multiple witches and wizards follow his example, but he can't take a clear shot just yet.
Dumbledore may be a manipulative bastard, but he's also a very powerful wizard, something they have forgotten at the moment.
Dumbledore stands in front of the Wizengamot with a crazy expression. Clearly not wanting to go quietly. He sneers at the Dark section before uttering words Harry will never forget.
''Bombarda Maxima!'' Dumbledore bellows, aiming for the base of the Dark section. Harry sees with growing horror in slow motion how the base explodes, and the stand starts to collapse. He has lost Dumbledore in the chaos—only focussing on the Dark section, which contains Sirius and Tom!
''Tom! Sirius!'' He yells before running to the collapsed stand. Everywhere he looks, he sees debris, and he hears multiple pained groans and cries from witches and wizards. More people start to help, clearing away the debris and helping hurt witches and wizards. Harry levitates as much as possible out of the way, helping everyone he sees until he finally sees Sirius.
Sirius has his hands on someone's stomach, and Harry's insides twist, but thankfully it isn't Tom.
''Healer! I need a Healer!'' Harry declares before making his way to Sirius. Sirius doesn't seem hurt, but he's caked with grime and dust from the explosion. He does have a small snick on his cheek, but nothing life-threatening.
''Where is Tom?!'' Harry asks as soon as a Healer has taken over from Sirius. Sirius's eyes are wide, and Harry feels guilty, but he needs to know where Tom is!
''He should be over there-'' Sirius says while pointing at the section that was in front of him until it all collapsed. ''-Come on, pup, let's find our asshole.'' Sirius tries to joke, but Harry is too wired. He needs to know if Tom is okay.
Together they step over more debris and see more witches and wizards helping each other get out of the blast zone and flee the room.
''Harry!''
The shout immediately gets Harry's attention, and he sees a bloodied Tom make his way to him. He's holding his stomach, and his hands are coated in blood. He's also limping, but those are the only wounds Harry can detect from a distance. He rushes towards him and quickly checks Tom while also calling for a healer.
Thankfully it doesn't take long for the Healer to assess Tom.
''You have gotten lucky, lad, the wounds you got didn't puncture anything important, but you should get to St. Mungos to get the proper potions so you can heal fully.''
Tom nods in agreement, but Harry doesn't want Tom away from him, and he knows that St. Mungos will not agree to let Harry near Tom while he's recovering.
''Which potions does he need? Could you make a list? We know a very qualified Potioneer. If it's possible to heal him with only potions, then I trust his potions the most.'' Harry states a determined tone of voice.
The Healer just nods before listing the potions Tom needs for recovery.
''Possessive, are we?'' Tom says with a smirk as soon as the Healer is gone. Harry just glares in response before grabbing Tom's waist and pulling him close. He doesn't care what everybody else sees at the moment.
''You're coming home with me. Sirius, call Severus to come to the mansion as soon as possible with the potions requested by the Healer, please.''
Sirius nods before frowning, ''Harry, how are you going to take Tom back? He can't apparate himself now.''
''He's coming with me.'' Harry declares before apparating promptly from the hall, breaking through the wards of the Wizengamot like it isn't a big deal.
Tom stumbles as soon as they land, but Harry still has a tight hold on his waist.
''You - you just apparated out of the Wizengamot! That shouldn't be possible!'' Tom says in awe, flinching when Harry lowers him to the bed.
Harry just shrugs like it isn't a big deal. Making him lie down so he can rest until Snape is there with the potions.
''Dobby!'' Harry calls when Tom is lying down.
''Master Harry called Dobby, how can Dobby help?'' Dobby says before his eyes grow wide at the sight of a bloody Tom. ''Master Tom! You hurt!''
His eyes already start growing wet, and Harry quickly shushes him before telling him, ''can you get some pain relief potions from the potion lab? And could you ask Kreacher for his signature soup? Tom needs something to eat after he has had his potions.''
Dobby nods his head frantically before popping away.
''Harry-''
Harry focuses back on Tom and brushes a lock of hair out of his face.
''You just showed the whole Wizengamot how powerful you are. You need to be more careful. I would've survived the trip to the designated apparation point.'' Tom tells him fondly. Scrunching up his nose in pain when he moves a little.
''I wanted you home as soon as possible. This seemed the fastest way.'' Harry tells him before kissing Tom's forehead. He then stands and waves his hand over Tom, cleaning the debris off Tom and making sure that the wounds are clean so they can heal fully.
Dobby pops back in with the pain relief potion, and Tom groans when the pain disappears after swallowing.
Harry stays at Tom's bedside until Snape appears with Sirius and the potions. Remus is now also in the room, and Harry was telling him the story about what happened during the hours they had been in Hogwarts and the Wizengamot.
''Then Dumbledore blasted the Dark section stand, and it collapsed. I don't know how everyone is fairing at the moment, but there were more people hurt.'' Harry tells them while Snape starts giving Tom the potions. One of them needs to be dripped directly into the wound, but thanks to the pain relief potion, Tom barely notices it.
Dobby popped back in the room with soup for Tom, and Harry helped him sit up to eat. The wounds were now all closed, but Harry could see the strain it had on Tom.
''There is a letter for Master Harry, Master Tom, and Master Godwoofy,'' Dobby declared before handing out the letters. They were from Madam Bones, a brief update about what happened after they were gone.
Harry opened the letter and read it to the room.
Dear Wizengamot members,
Today multiple members have been hurt during the attack Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore unleashed on the stand of the Dark section.
Thankfully nobody perished, but multiple members have been moved to St. Mungos for healing. We wish them all a quick and healthy recovery.
Furthermore, the Ministry has declared Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore an enemy of the Ministry. Our Aurors will do their best to bring justice to those who have been hurt during the attack. We will bring you an update as soon as possible.
He's also relieved of his duty as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and as Headmaster of Hogwarts.
Sincerely,
Amelia Bones
Minister of Magic
''Do we need to make another trip to Hogwarts to make sure that McGonagall can take the mantel?'' Tom asked Harry, and Harry nodded.
''Hogwarts already reacted to you today, it wouldn't surprise me that if you state it in the Great Hall that Dumbledore is no longer Headmaster and McGonagall is now appointed as his replacement that the wards accept her immediately,'' Harry replied with conviction.
''What about the wards? Is Dumbledore still able to enter at the moment?'' Remus asked no one in particular.
''No, McGonagall came back from the hearing and immediately changed the wards and informed the staff. She will make a declaration about Dumbledore tomorrow morning at breakfast. If you are at Hogwarts then, you could appoint her as Headmistress.'' Snape stated.
Tom nodded, and Harry took a seat next to him on the bed. ''We didn't ask McGonagall if she even wants to be Headmistress, and there will be a Transfiguration teacher necessary as her replacement.'' Harry thought out loud.
''Minnie would love to be Headmistress. I think she already did most of the work if we're being honest.'' Sirius said.
Snape nodded in agreement. ''She did, she only needs a Deputy to help her, but she would want to appoint someone herself, probably Flitwick.''
''So we only need a last-minute teacher for Transfiguration, and we're set with Hogwarts?'' Tom asked, and he got nods in agreement.
''Why don't you take the mantle?'' Snape asked Tom, and Harry couldn't hide his laugh.
The others looked at him funny before Tom rolled his eyes and explained, ''Transfiguration was never my favorite subject. I wanted to become Defense Against the Dark Arts professor when I was younger so I could teach the young minds that not every Dark magic is bad, but I was declined by Dumbledore for ever getting the job.''
''And now Harry has that job thanks to you,'' Sirius smirked.
''Indeed he has, and we have talked about it already. Harry in the position as Defense teacher is the best place, with him being the 'savior' and Triwizard champion-'' Tom rolled his eyes, and Harry poked him in the side in annoyance. Tom just smirked at him in response. ''-Especially if we are going to reveal at the end of the term that he's a Dark wizard, all the current students then have had a chance to see that Dark doesn't equal Evil. And that even Dark wizards can teach you all the proper Defense you need.''
''Those are some big plans you two have,'' Snape stated with a wary look.
''Oh, believe me, that's not the end of it,'' Harry told them with a smirk.
''We also want to make the affinity ritual mandatory for every student at the start of next school year. After everyone has had the ritual, it should give everyone the chance to become more themselves. We even could start new lessons that focus on their affinity, so students know the history and possibilities.''
''Wow,'' Remus said while sitting back in his seat in wonder.
Harry beamed at them, feeling proud of their plans.
''Coming back to the Transfiguration professor. After I declare McGonagall the new Headmistress tomorrow, I want to propose Sirius as Transfiguration professor,'' Tom told them all making Harry chuckle at the expressions on Snape and Sirius's faces.
''You're serious?'' Sirius said while staring at the duo in gaping awe.
''No, you are,'' Harry immediately responded, earning groans from the older men.
''But-'' Tom said while pushing Harry on his side while he was laughing. ''-we are serious, Sirius, you became an Animagus at the age of fourteen, you are clearly the most suited for the position, and you have respect for McGonagall. It will also help that you are also a Dark wizard for when we all 'come out' if there are already three wizards on staff with a Dark affinity.''
''But Remus is a better teacher!'' Sirius protested hotly.
''He is, and we also want him to teach at Hogwarts, but unfortunately, that will only be possible if we get an agreement on the new law in the Wizengamot. With Bones now in place as Minister, we have more chance to get that through, and after, we wanted to ask Remus if he wants to be the History of Magic professor because Binns truly needs to go.'' Harry explained calmly, placating Sirius, who grudgingly admitted that that was a good plan.
''I can help you with your lesson plans, Padfoot,'' Remus told Sirius fondly, already knowing about the plans Tom and Harry wanted to execute.
Snape was rubbing the bridge of his nose, and Harry waited calmly before he interrupted Snape's thinking.
''I genuinely don't understand how you could've been sorted in Gryffindor when these kinds of plans have formed in your head.'' Snape eventually said, making Harry burst out in laughter.
''Because I asked the hat, but I'm more than thankful that I was resorted after my brief stint in Death's realm, believe me,'' Harry told them all.
''Well-'' Snape stood from the chair he had conjured earlier. ''-Thank you for the update. Tom-'' He grimaced at using Tom's first name, still not used to calling his old Lord that. ''-get well soon, I will see you two tomorrow morning at breakfast.'' He then nodded and left the room.
Sirius stretched himself a few moments later and also told them goodnight, being closely followed by Remus.
Harry basked a moment in the silence until Tom shifted next to him. He turned to look at him and smiled.
''How are you feeling?''
Tom rolled his eyes. ''I'm fine. I will be as good as new tomorrow morning.'' He told Harry before yawning widely.
''I should let you sleep,'' Harry said hastily, starting to stand up from the bed, but before he could go far, Tom grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
''Stay, we both know that if Dumbledore didn't go completely crazy and hurt me, we would've ended up in a bed together,'' Tom tells him with a smirk.
Harry ducks his head and blushes. He knows Tom is right.
''Fine, do you need any help with getting changed?'' Harry asked, smirking when Tom scoffed.
''I think I can handle myself,''
Harry shrugged and stood to get rid of the suit he was still wearing. He had his back turned to Tom when he heard a hiss coming from Tom.
He saw that Tom had gone a little paler and gritted his teeth while unbuttoning his shirt when he turned around.
''You idiot, just ask for help,'' Harry snapped halfheartedly. Harry put one of his knees on the bed next to Tom's body. Tom scowled at his own body as if it was betraying him.
Harry slowly and with soft touches started to help Tom undress. He didn't like the fact that Tom was still pretty bruised up, but he tried to ignore it while helping Tom.
''You could've just vanished the clothes,'' Tom told him with an amused tone.
''I could-'' Harry stopped to look Tom in the eye while slowly sliding the shirt off Tom's shoulders. Tom's pupils dilated, and Harry needed to hold himself back for a moment, not wanting to hurt Tom anymore. ''-but where is the fun in that.''
Tom snorted and gave Harry a slight smile.
Harry let his fingers graze over Tom's torso until he reached the top of Tom's trousers. He swallowed when his throat began to get dry.
He slowly unbuttoned and dragged the zipper down. He could hear Tom take a deep breath.
''I imagined us getting naked together to go a whole lot differently,'' Tom said to the ceiling. He didn't dare to look to the compromising position they were in.
''But you did imagine it,'' Harry stated with a smirk.
''You're a little shit,'' Tom hissed, and Harry laughed, finally done with dragging Tom's trousers down.
He then put the blanket over Tom in a caring fashion before undressing himself further. He got in the bed in just his boxer briefs, not bothering with pajamas.
He then shuffled closer to Tom, putting his arm around him in a way so he wouldn't hurt Tom. Harry looked at Tom and saw that he struggled to keep his eyes open.
He placed a soft kiss on Tom's lips before settling down again. ''Goodnight, Tom.''
''The next time we're in bed together, we better not be hurt,'' Tom grumbled, but Harry took it as the goodnight it was.
The following morning Harry woke pretty early. He was ready to get out of bed and do his regular morning exercises when Tom pulled him back into bed.
Before Harry could ask what was wrong, he was on his back with Tom straddling him.
''I'm all better,'' Tom whispered against Harry's lips before dipping his head lower and slothing their mouths together.
Harry groaned in appreciation before combing his fingers through Tom's hair. He reveled that he could do this now and rolled his hips up to seek more friction against Tom.
Tom hissed in response and bit Harry's lower lip. Harry was ready to devour him, but-
''Master Harry and Tom, sirs! IEK!''
The voice of Dobby in the room was like a bucket of cold water thrown over them.
''Dobby!'' Harry yelped, scrambling up while still holding on to Tom's hips so he wouldn't fall with the sudden movement.
Harry was too embarrassed to burst out in laughter, but it still was close. Dobby was standing rigid with his hands clamped tightly over his eyes. His ears tipped pink from what he had just seen.
''Sorry, sirs! Dobby is sorry! But Godwoofy asked to get you-''
Tom had his face hidden in Harry's neck, and Harry could feel him shaking with laughter. Harry retaliated with a pinch in his side, earning a hiss from the man on top of him.
''It's okay, Dobby, we will be down soon,''
Dobby didn't even respond. He just popped away.
Harry lied back down, groaning. ''This is so unfair.''
''It certainly is, but apparently, your Godfather wants us downstairs. I wonder why?'' Tom replied, still seeming amused by what just happened.
''Because we need to go to Hogwarts today, make sure that McGonagall is going to be Headmistress, and Sirius the Transfiguration professor, and so I can become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor,'' Harry replied deadpan.
This time it was Tom who groaned. ''Why do we have so much to do?''
''Because we are trying to change Wizarding Britain?''
''-it was a rhetorical question.''
Harry just brought Tom down again so their lips could meet, but he kept it brief. He stroked Tom's torso and looked Tom in the eye before declaring: ''Seriously, as soon as we're done, you will be in my bed for a week.''
''Didn't you say two days yesterday?'' Tom asked with a raised eyebrow.
''Yes, but it doesn't seem enough anymore,'' Harry said with a pout.
Tom pushed himself off Harry and the bed before making his way to the door in only his boxer shorts. Harry followed him with his eyes while leaning on his elbows.
''Get dressed. The sooner we're done, the sooner we will be back home.'' Tom said with a wink walking shamelessly out of the bedroom door.
Harry lay on his bed for just a few moments more before deciding that Tom was right. He needs to be back home as soon as possible, and lying around isn't going to help.
He just hoped that today wouldn't be as long as yesterday.
Harry also knew that it was wishful thinking.