Chapter 7 - AML - Blood Feud and Trials
Author's Notes:
Alternate Timeline – changes thus far: Lily's spirit connected with Harry's; Harry rescued from the Dursley's at four-years old; Millicent Bagnold retiring at the end of the war concurrent with Crouch from the DMLE.
Review Questions
Sakura Lisel chapter 4 . Jan 31
Wait how can ONLY Petunia be affected by the spell that made her hate Harry completely? If it was ONLY her under the hatred spell, then why did he start hating DUDLEY as well at the same time when the spell made Petunia start hating her son? If he wasn't under the spells effects as well then why did he start treating his BELOVED 'growing boy who could do no wrong' like he treated Harry unless he WASN'T in control of his own actions concerning the two like Petunia was? He started treating Dudley the way he treated Harry around the same time Petunia did.
Vernon in this AU is a blustering bully. However, he is very much a chauvinist and has sharp delineations between male and female roles. He takes his cues from Petunia when it comes to the home. Therefore, he takes whatever she says as truth and follows her lead in the home. He didn't need to be under the geas as his own believes made him act the same. He turned on Dudley ONLY because of Petunia's actions. She said he had been bad. So, Dudley had been bad. I did not have the abuse get to the same point as it had with Harry. The geas is insidious and slow acting. To Vernon, Dudley had slowly been acting worse and worse. Harry, on the other hand, was being ignored.
Sakura Lisel chapter 1 . Jan 31
Unless Dumbledore and the ministry magically bound the Potters so that they could NEVER leave it for ANY reason, why did Lily and James let themselves be BULLIED into going into 'protective custody' by the ministry just because THEY and Dumbledore said so? If the ministry was going to make it an issue, I'd have flipped them off, told them where they can shove their protective custody and (unless there were anti-apparation wards around the ministry) apparated out of the building and headed straight for one of their other homes and block off access from Dumbledore and anyone else who might help the old coot. Or better yet, leave the country first chance they got oncr it looked like the ministry was going to help the old coot 'protect' them whether they wanted it or not.
At the point where the Potters were in Bagnold's office, they were boxed in. They couldn't leave. Could they have left the house in Godric's Hollow? Yes. If they had, the auror force would have been sent after them.
The Burrow
Friday 1 November, 1985
07:00
"Arthur, does the Prophet say when Crouch's trial will be?" Molly asked her husband. Her brothers had been staying with them since their release from St. Mungos. They were physically fine. She was concerned with their mental health. They were making slow progress. The mental healer told her they needed closure. Without an open trial for Crouch, neither man would be able to move past the injustice done to them.
"It says here that Fudge claimed that the investigation had not been completed." Arthur read, "Dumbledore seconded his position stating that while justice must be done, it is imperative that we know all of the facts. Lady Bones moved that the trial be set for the next Wizengamot session on Friday Nov. 29. The motion was seconded by Lord Black. He commented that justice delayed is justice denied. The motion passed with a majority of all factions voting for it."
Gideon and Fabian heard Arthur's comments as they entered the kitchen. "All the facts! Where was his concern for us? Did we even see a lawyer? No. We were thrown away. If I were a betting man, I'd bet that the ministry wants the trials delayed so people will forget what happened."
"Wait a moment, there's another article. Lord Black seems to have started something." Arthur was quiet. He started smiling, "Oh, you've got to hear this."
Wizengamot Chambers
Thursday 31 October, 1985
The various dignitaries were entering the chambers. Only a few were left to enter. Traditionally, these last few were the leaders of the three factions, the Chief Warlock, and the Minister of Magic. The entrance of the Minister triggering the beginning of the session.
Lord Arcturus Black III arrived just in front of the Chief Warlock. He was resplendent in his formal robes. However, the left sleeve was absent. As he passed by others on his way to his seat, he acknowledged his peers.
"Good morning, Lord Greengrass," Lord Black paused by the Grey faction's leader.
The man stood and with a small nod acknowledging Arcturus as his peer, "It is a good morning, Lord Black. I say that is a rather," he paused looking at the other's left arm, "different," he looked Arcuturus in the eye, "set of robes. I don't know that I've ever seen an ensemble like it."
Lord Black schooled his features, a smirk had flitted across his face, "Yes, it is. I fear that with the reputation that my House has, a statement must be made. After all, my heir was sent to prison without a trail based on nothing more than his name." He glanced around the chamber. The members were studiously reading their agendas or murmuring to one another. In reality, they were listening to every word being spoken.
"Oh?" Lord Cyrus Greengrass offered.
"Since all Death Eaters were branded like one would a cow or sheep on their left arms," Arcturus disparaged the Death Eaters, "I will bear my arm to prove that I am not a follower of that upstart."
Albus Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge walked into the chamber during this discussion. They were disappointed when the focus of attention did not shift to them. Dumbledore paused then continued to his seat. Minister Fudge stopped. He turned towards the two Lords, frowning. The session had not started and his control was lost. He did not like it.
"In point of fact," Arcturus raised his voice, "After speaking with my factors, I found that the majority of my workers lost family in the past war. Therefore, it has been decided that the Black family will do no business with anyone not willing to bear their arm. I hope to start a trend." He smiled darkly.
Smiling back, Lord Greengrass agreed, "I believe that many will follow your pure example. My tailor will be busy shortly."
Nodding his head, Lord Black turned to the center of the chamber. Seeing Minister Fudge staring at the two will ill-favor, he chuckled, lowered his voice for just the other, "We seem to be delaying the meeting and causing Minister Fudge his good mood. Good Day, Lord Greengrass." With that said, he went to his seat.
The Burrow
Arthur reads to Molly and her brothers, "Lord Black makes splash in Wizengamot. He wore new robes in yesterday's meeting. The left sleeve was missing. When asked, he told Lord Greengrass, leader of the Greys, that with what happened to his heir, he felt the need to prove he was not a follower of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Lord Greengrass liked the look and announced that his tailor would be getting work. It is our thought this fashion trend will be here to stay." Skimming down, he sees Black's name again, "In business news, Lord Black declares he will not do business with anyone not baring their left arms. In a later statement, he made clear that he will do no business with anyone still bearing the mark of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." He looked up from the paper, "I never thought I would say this about any Black, but I like this. The "Imperiused" Death Eaters will be howling soon. When a store keep can see the Dark Mark, they may decide not to do any business with them."
Laying the paper down, Arthur stood up, "I'm off to the office. Wonderful breakfast, as always, Molly." He walked to her, gave her a quick hug and a kiss. "I'll see you this afternoon." That said, he went to the floo and left.
"Fabian, Gideon, what plans do the two of you have for today?" Molly asked her brothers.
They looked at each other and shrugged, "Not Much, Molls." Fabian answered.
"We have an appointment with the mind healer," Gideon continued.
Fabian started, "After that, we will be doing physical exercises to strengthen"
"Ourselves." Gideon ended. "Why? Did you have something in mind?"
"I was hoping that the two of you could help me in the afternoon. The gnomes have infested our land again." Molly said.
"We can do that, Molls." They said in tandem. "Come with us to St. Mungos and Diagon Alley?"
"Of course," Molly sniffed. "I'm not tired of the two of you yet. I just got you back."
Minister of Magic's Office
Monday 4 November, 1985
10:00 hours
Cornelius Fudge entered his office ready to start a strenuous day. His schedule was full. A meeting with Dumbledore at 10:00, lunch from 11:00 until 13:00, A meeting with Lord Malfoy from 13:00 through 14:00, and lastly a meeting with Lady Bones scheduled to start at 14:00 for thirty minutes. He hated long days like these. He was the Prime Minister. He should only be involved when leading major events. He delegated everything else. That was why he'd promoted Dolores. Who knew she was that clumsy in her dealings?
Seeing that the Chief Wizard was present and waiting on him, he quickly hung his cloak and hat up. "Good morning, Albus. What can I do for you today? Is there a problem at Hogwarts?"
Smiling in his disarming way, Albus Dumbledore said in a jovial tone, "There are no problems at Hogwarts. Thank you, Cornelius. I came today in my capacity as the Chief Wizard."
"Oh," Cornelius sat at his desk. It made him feel safe when he was behind it.
"Yes, terrible problems what with Crouch and Umbridge sending people to Azkaban." Dumbledore frowned in empathy. "We need to bring closure to this problem in a humane way. I fear that the victims would be traumatized again, if the trials become public spectacles. Wouldn't you agree, Cornelius?"
Cornelius internally smiled, if the trials were public, both his and Dumbledore's positions would be at risk. The man in front of him was suggesting a strategy that would save both their positions. "Yes, Albus, those poor unfortunates. I shudder at the thought of spending years in prison and then having your name drug through the mud in a trial. What are you suggesting?"
"I believe a special court consisting of the two of us, Lord Malfoy the leader of the Dark faction, Lord Greengrass the leader of the Grey faction, and Lady Longbottom the leader of the Light faction. The trials would be prosecuted by Amelia." Dumbledore smoothly spoke, "After all, it would be for the protection of the victims. We could announce the results of the trials quietly. If there is no spectacle, the Prophet will bury the news."
"What about reparations? Would this court decide those?" Fudge considered the option.
"No, we need to be open and sympathetic to the victims. The determination of the amounts should be held openly in the next Wizengamot." Dumbledore suggested. "After all, we can champion an egregious amount for each. Let others cut the amount back. We will be the champions of the people."
"Considering the careers of every one of the victims was destroyed, you and I should push for an amount that they could live on for the remainder of their lives." Dumbledore mused, "Let us propose a blanket 10,000,000 galleons per victim. We both know that will not be the final amounts. Yet, we will be the uncorrupted, empathic leaders we both are."
Cornelius smiled, "I feel that your suggestion has merit. I will see to it that the trials are conducted before the next Wizengamot session."
"You are a man of great leadership and compassion, Cornelius." Dumbledore praised, "A man that will lead us for many, many years. Of this I am sure."
"Thank you, Albus." Cornelius was flattered. He was uncertain whether he wanted to use Lord Black on the tribunal. Lord Malfoy would be a better choice. Lord Black has direct ties to one of the victims, Sirius Black. Lord Malfoy did not."
"Have you, perchance, found a new Under Secretary?" Dumbledore asked.
"No." Fudge grimaced lightly. "Until she is convicted, she is suspended without pay. I cannot replace her until she is found guilty. I never knew how much she did for me."
"I understand, my friend." Dumbledore smiled at him in sympathy, "I sometimes think Hogwarts would collapse if something occurred to Minerva."
"Exactly!" Fudge exclaimed. "Would you have any suggestions for when the position opens?"
"Several," The Chief Wizard settled in his chair, "Madam Umbridge was firmly in the Dark faction in her beliefs. May I suggest someone from the Greys or the Light? This would help prove you have no prejudice against anyone's beliefs if they get their job done."
"I see," and he did. This move could strengthen his position. The question, Grey or Light? "Who are you thinking of from the Light faction?"
Dumbledore smiled. "I know a fine woman." Their discussion continued until shortly before 11:00. At 10:55, Cornelius' administrative assistant informed them that their scheduled time was up.
Cardiff
Private Dining room, Park Plaza Cardiff
Monday 11 November, 1985
Augusta Longbottom, Lady Regent of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Longbottom, was ushered into a small dining room. Able to hold no more than twelve diners, the room was tastefully decorated with a view of the City. "Good Day, Arcturus." She smiled at the man standing by the window.
Hearing her, he turned and made his way to her, "Good day to you, Augusta." He took her proffered hand, kissing the back of it lightly. Keeping hold of it, he led her to a dining table set for two. "Allow me." He released her next to the chair. He pulled the chair for her.
She sat, allowing him to scoot her into the table. "My, what a gentleman you are." Water had been served at both their places. She took a sip from her glass as Lord Black moved around the table then sitting down. "How is your grandson?"
"Sirius is doing much better. Physically, he is fine. The mind healers tell me that the trauma from Azkaban and the betrayals by his fellow Aurors will take time." Arcturus frowned. "However, he has been asking for his godson, Harry Potter."
She nodded her head, "I would not doubt that he is seeking Harry. What do his healers say?"
"They say that it would help him." Arcturus sadly answered. "When I made enquiries, I was told that all of the Potters records have been sealed by order of the Ministry. The Magical Children's Services have no records at all. The seal was signed by Bagnold and Dumbledore."
"Not surprising. For being the Leader of the Light, Dumbledore is rather manipulative." She sniffed.
A knock was heard. Lord Black looked at the door, "Yes?"
"Sir, Madam? My name is Jessica. I'll be serving you today. May I enter?" A woman's voice called out.
Lord Black looked at Lady Longbottom. She gave a nod. Not expecting anything, still he had his wand at hand. "Come in."
The door opened. A young woman in the uniform of the hotel came in. "Have you had an opportunity to review our menu?"
Again, Lord Black looked at Augusta. "May I?"
Her eyes tightened and her mouth lightly pursed. She nodded her head. He felt that this was another test of trust. "Of course, Arcturus."
He smiled. "If I remember correctly, you favor lamb." She gave a miniscule nod. "I believe we will have the Roast end of Lamb. I see you have Chateau Lafite Rothschild Bordeaux. We will have a bottle with our lunch. While we wait, some tea would be nice."
"Yes, sir." Jessica wrote his order down. She left shortly thereafter.
"I am impressed, Arcturus." Augusta sipped her water. "You've researched my tastes."
"I find it strengthens friendships to know what their preferences are." He smirked. "On the other hand, knowing an enemy allows one to anticipate their moves."
"How typically Slytherin." Augusta complimented. "Yet, extremely effective."
"Quite," He agreed.
Again, a knock on the door. Lord Black allowed, "Enter." Jessica entered with a tea service. Once served, the two, by unspoken agreement, postponed starting their real discussion until the meal was completed.
One they finished their meals, the dishes were removed. The bill had been paid. Lord Black and Lady Longbottom both placed silencing and anti-eavesdropping spells on the room.
"You've heard of Fudge's new court?" Lady Longbottom asked.
Lord Black frowned. "Yes, I understand Malfoy is the representative for the Dark?"
"The minister touted him as the Leader of the Dark faction." Augusta stated. "Greengrass of the Grey, and myself for the Light."
"Heh, Malfoy has reached above himself." Lord Black smiled darkly. "Admittedly, I have stayed out of the Wizengamot for the last few years, but my family will not be overshadowed by a family thrown out of France. What is your opinion of the court?"
"He is setting a dangerous precedent. He knows this and is pushing to have the trials completed before the next session." Lady Longbottom continued, "I have approached Lord Greengrass and he agrees that this is not legal."
"Oh? Will he be open to calling a special Wizengamot session to discuss this move?" Lord Black asked.
Augusta nodded, "He would. He agreed with me that if you or I were to call a session, our positions would be undermined with rumours that we want public vengeance, not justice. You, because of Sirius' plight, and myself, since I brought the issue forward."
"Agreed." Arcturus slowly answered. "What is he asking for this help?"
"A favor," Augusta answered. "The most dangerous price there is."
"Are the any limits on this favour?" Lord Black returned.
"Other than promising that he would not ask us to go against our morals, none." She replied.
"That is a fluid boundary." Arcturus smirked. "However, the long-term gain will be worth it. I understand the trials are to be held this Friday?" Seeing her agreement, he continued, "Have Lord Greengrass call a special session this Thursday. Have the request and announcements sent Wednesday. I will ensure that my friends are aware that it is coming. I trust Greengrass and you will do the same?"
She almost rolled her eyes. "Of course, Arcturus. We will also instruct our friends to not alert Fudge or Dumbledore."
"Let us discuss our approach." Augusta took control of their discussion.
Ministry of Magic
Wizengamot, Special Session
Thursday, 14 November 1985 15:00
The Minister and Chief Warlock entered the chamber. Dumbledore looked unruffled and his normal genial self. Cornelius Fudge was irate. He had not received any notice until he started his day at 10:00 that morning. He should be leaving his office now. Instead, he was here because Greengrass called a special session. His gaze wandered amongst the attendees. He scoffed seeing a sea of bare left arms. The Light and Grey members were wearing the "Black" style formal robes. A slim majority of the Dark were likewise attired. He smiled as he saw that his good friend, Lord Malfoy, wore proper formal robes. He himself wore both sleeves, as did Dumbledore.
He sat into his seat, "Chief Wizard, we are ready. Start this session."
Albus looked at him. He slowly nodded. Standing up, he called, "Call to Order. Call to Order. This special session has been called." He paused to call roll. Once the attendance was recorded, he intoned, "Lord Greengrass, as the caller of this session, I cede the floor." The Chief Wizard sat down.
Lord Greengrass stood. He slowly scanned the room, "Lords and Ladies, fellow members, I recently was asked to preside on a special tribunal consisting of Lord Malfoy, Lady Longbottom, Minister Fudge, and the Chief Warlock. This tribunal was to sit in judgement of Bartemius Crouch and Dolores Umbridge." He paused as several declarations were made. "I was told that this tribunal would protect the victims from further press. In addition, it was to serve quicker justice and to unclutter our meetings."
"Justice is ours to provide!" "Hear, Hear." "Preposterous." "Protect the victims? It sounds more that we are protecting the perpetrators."
"At first, I was flattered." Lord Greengrass continued, "However, I asked my legal advisors as to the legality of this. They reviewed the concept and delivered their considered opinions. They were unanimous in declaring it illegal. Therefore, I felt it necessary to call this session. Chief Wizard." He relinquished the floor to Dumbledore.
"Thank you, Lord Greengrass." Dumbledore said, "Mr. Ogden, you signalled first. You may have the floor."
"I would like to know who vetted this idea in the ministry. Minister, who did you consult on this?" Ogden asked.
"Well, Dumbledore and I discussed it after the last meeting." Fudge nervously answered. "If we can help the victims from further abuse, shouldn't we?"
"Justice hidden is not justice," Ogden took the floor back. "Did you consult any of the legal staff"?
"Erm, no." The minister weakly answered.
"I believe there is a term called, 'Kangaroo Court'." Ogden began explaining. "It means an unofficial court set up to try people regarded as already guilty. This smells like what Heir Black and the others were subjected to."
Dumbledore interrupted, "My dear, Ogden. The tribunal would review the evidence before deciding guilt or innocence. There would have been no assumptions."
"Just as the Wizengamot was told when the Ministry was given war powers? Where the Head of the DMLE, the Chief Wizard, and the Minister could send our countrymen to Azkaban?" Ogden argued. "That worked well."
"I object to that." Fudge yelled.
"As do I, Minister," Lady Longbottom interjected. "I object to the continuation of the war powers and the idea of the tribunal. It seems that the powers transferred to the Minister during the war have not stopped expanding." She pierced him with her gaze, "Do you not agree that the war is past and it is time to repeal the special powers?"
"Hear, Hear!"
The Chief Wizard tried once more, "My dear friends, the Minister and myself were discussing the situation. In order to preserve what dignity the victims of false imprisonment have, do you truly believe forcing them to appear in front of the Wizengamot would benefit them?"
"It would give them justice in a public forum. In answer to your question, yes." Lord Greengrass snorted, "I move that both the tribunal and the war powers given by this body to the Minister and the Ministry be ended." Lord Greengrass took the floor. "We need to renew our contracts with our citizens. They need to trust that their needs will be handled appropriately." He paused, "The war is past. There is no need to continue restricting our hard-earned freedoms."
There was general agreement with him.
Lord DIggory stood and yelled, "I second!"
The vote was taken. The motion was passed.
"Lord Greengrass, you requested this special session due to a question of law," Dumbledore said flatly. "The question has been answered. Are you satisified?"
"I would like to ask one question of Madam Bones." Greengrass answered. The Chief Wizard motioned for him to ask it. "Madam Bones, will your investigations be complete by our next meeting?"
"They are complete now, Lord." She answered.
"Very well, I expect the trial to be held at the next session. My call has been answered."
"Having met its purpose, this special session is now adjourned." Dumbledore ended the session. He apologized to several as he went to the floos. He told them that as it was a school day, he was needed at Hogwarts.
Gringotts
Orevein's Office
Wednesday 20 November, 1985 18:00
Orevein looked at Lily Potter's magical clone, Lillian. "I've seen that the Maternum testing went well. It passes through all wards exactly as a Patronum does. Have you tested whether the Maternum can take other shapes?"
"Yes, Orevein." Lillian sat across from him. "I haven't been able to change the form. I've made some progress, but cannot create a corporeal version not based on myself." She shook herself. "However, this is not the reason I am here. Harry will never be safe if any Death Eaters exist. I'm ready to begin."
"May their blood flow tonight." Orevein grinned. "How can I help?"
"I will send the Maternum to Azkaban. If it can penetrate into the prison, the LeStranges die tonight. If I remember correctly, Bellatrix must be first. This will ensure that her vault will not revert to the Blacks. Then the two brothers in either order."
Nodding Orevein said, "Correct. Once they are dead, the LeStrange family name and holdings become the Potters. The horcrux can be retrieved."
"No time like the present, then." Lillian stood and cast. After a moment, the image coalesced. A slivery, ghostly image of Lily Potter stood in front of Lillian. "You know what to do." The Maternum flew through the ceiling on its way to Azkaban.
"While we wait, what have you discovered of horcuxes?" Lillian settled back into her chair.
Orevein grimaced, "They are abominations. Only a fool and a coward would create one."
"What would you call a wizard who created six?" Lillian followed up.
Orevein stared at the animate. "It is no wonder the man became so crazed." He shook himself. "Gringotts can destroy the soul pieces if help is needed. Do you know what they are?"
"Yes, there is the Gaunt family ring, Salazar Slytherin's locket, Helga Hufflepuff's cup, Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem, Tom Riddle's teenage diary, and his familiar Nagini." Lillian replied. "Harry held a piece of the Riddle's soul, but I defeated it."
"Amazing, may I ask how?" He sat forward interested in her answer.
Lillian smiled, "Frankly, it was a miracle." She proceeded to describe the fight.
Orevein was awed by the fight and the perseverance Lily Potter showed. "Amazing. Very few goblin warriors would have outlasted Riddle. Do you know where the items are?"
"I know their approximate locations. The diary was given to Lucius Malfoy. If it is not in his vaults, it must be at Malfoy manor. The ring is stored at the Gaunt hut. The locket was placed in a seaside cave. The diadem was placed in Hogwarts. Nagini? It is with Riddle's wraith. If he followed his plan, it's in Albania with Riddle."
"A question, Mistress Lillian." Orevein asked.
"What are your plans?" He paused. "Gringotts is taking a great risk in supporting the Potter family in this feud. Yes, you have paid for our services." He admitted before Lillian could object. "However, if you are successful, Magical Britain could fall into an economic depression."
"My plan is to keep Harry safe. To do this, the Death Eaters and their philosophy must be utterly defeated." Lillian sobered. "When I was introduced to magic, I was in awe of the beauty and splendor of it. Once I entered Hogwarts, I slowly lost my first wizarding friend to bigotry. I faced bullying and worse because of my so-called impure blood." She paused, "What I found is that there was much discussion about being accepting from the 'Light', but nothing was ever done. For instance, there was a full-out prank war between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Even at its worst, there was a 'boys will be boys' attitude. There no true punishments. There are times that I believe that the Light and Dark factions are two sides of the same coin. Neither side truly want any changes."
She straightened and looked Orevein in the eyes, "Change is coming whether they want it or not. What I would like to see? All magical sentients being equals. Pure-blood, half-blood, muggle-born, goblin, werewolf, elf, centaur, it matters not. Everyone should have the freedom to live life as they want to."
"You won't find support from any faction in the Wizengamot." Orevein countered.
"By the time I'm finished, the Potter proxies will have a majority." Lillian showed her teeth in a feral smile. "They won't know anything has happened until too late."
Changing the subject, "What did you find our regarding the muggle born children? Was what happened to Petunia an anomaly?"
The account manager frowned, "No, it wasn't. We found evidence that the bindings started in 1946. Just after the Grindelwald war. It continued until 1978 during the height of Riddle's war."
"That's disturbing." Lillian continued, "Any suggestion as to why they ended?"
"In 1978, the staff of the Department of Underage Sorcery were killed in a coordinated attack by the Death Eaters." The goblin answered, "Our best guess is that someone in the office performed the illegal bindings. Since we cannot interview the dead, we have no clue why it was done."
"In my case, it destroyed the relationship I had with my sister. Petunia wanted to accompany me to Hogwarts. Of course, without magic, she couldn't." Lillian looked pained at the memory. "When I finished schooling, she hated anything to do with magic. When she married, she excluded me." She paused, "Did your investigators discover what happened to the siblings? Were many estranged?"
"From the notes, they did not consider that aspect." Orevein made a note. "We will have them investigate the families."
"Thank you," Lillian was puzzled. "What could be gained by this?" She shook her head.
Lilas, the Maternum, approached Azkaban. She paused as she neared. Being able to see the magic surrounding the island, she saw multiple wards. The outermost was a combined unplottable and muggle repelling ward. The next layer in placed anti-apparition and portkey wards. The third layer consisted of magic shielding wards. The final layer she didn't immediately recognize. It was oily black in color. Pausing to study it, she realized that was a Dementor repelling ward. Rather than blocking entry from the outside world, this blocked Dementors from crossing from the island. She cautiously moved forward. She crossed each ward without a problem. The wards did not recognize what she was.
There were no visible patrols being walked. She assumed that with Dementors loose on the island, the guards felt no need to patrol. She entered the prison. As she went to Bellatrix's cell, the Dementors in her path moved aside. She flowed into the woman's cell.
Bellatrix was awake. "My Lord will save me. He is the most powerful wizard ever. Merlin would have feared him. MY LORD will save me." She chanted.
"Hello, Bella," Lilas announced herself. "I see you're enjoying yourself."
Looking at the glowing Maternum, Bellatrix thought she was looking at a ghost. "What are you doing here, Mudblood? My Lord killed you. Were you sent back because of what you were?" She sneered.
"I am here to carry out the first act in the blood feud between Tom Riddle Jr. and his vassals and House Potter." Lilas calmly stated.
"Who the hell is Tom Riddle and why should I care?" Bellatrix was confused.
With a smile, Lilas answered, "You don't know who Tom Riddle is? How rich." She paused. "Tom Riddle is a half-blood born to a hedge witch and a mundane."
"Are you going to break me out so I can kill him?"
"After he left Hogwarts, he changed his name. You'll find this hilarious. He changed it to Lord Voldemort." Lilas watched the prisoner's reaction.
Almost immediately, the woman started screaming in rage, "You lie, bitch. My Lord is of purer blood than anyone alive!" Losing her reason, she jumped towards Lilas. Lilas smirked at her.
Being a corporeal projection, Lilas stepped to the side. As Bellatrix passed by, she whispered in Parseltongue, "Pain." The Crucio embedded within Bellatrix's Dark Mark triggered. The prisoner fell to the ground in agony. "This is for Frank and Alice. Your own magic is killing you. When your magic is exhausted, the pain and your heart will stop."
Lilas cast a Muffliato on the screaming woman. "A lady never shows her pain. You should know better, Mrs. LeStrange." After less than three minutes, the prisoner was dead. The years in prison had withered her magic and stamina.
Lilas moved to the cells where the two LeStrange men were held. Her stomach, or the magical equivalent, churned at what she had done. She vowed never to gloat over a powerless enemy again. It left her feeling dirty.
Not wanting a repeat, she said to both men in Parseltongue, "Die." Their Dark Marks both triggered and stopped their hearts. They were dead.
Lilas finished her purpose. She allowed the enchantment to fade. Her memories transferred back to her caster, Lillian.
Lillian froze where she sat in Orevein's office. He raised an eyebrow.
"That was disturbing." Lillian shuddered. "Bellatrix is dead. Her death was quickly followed by the two LeStrange men." Taking a breath to steady herself, "In the name of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter, the properties, wealth, and name of the LeStrange family are claimed as due as per the blood feud between the House and Tom Riddle and his vassals."
Orevein grinned showing of his teeth. "The LeStrange holdings will be transferred. The horcrux in Bellatrix's vault will be looked at. We will discover how to destroy the abomination."
"Let me know if the only way to eliminate the soul-piece is to destroy the cup." Lillian said. "I beat Riddle once, I'm stronger now. If needed, I can take on the soul-piece." She said with disgust.
"It won't come to that, my dear," Orevein placated the animate. "Gringotts curse breakers are not in the habit of destroying cursed items."
"Coming back to the LeStrange holdings. I want everything moved out of the vaults into a new vault." Lillian directed. "The Ministry will more than likely try to confiscate the contents. On second thought, leave one knut in each of the LeStrange vaults. In regards to their land and other holdings, execute the change of ownerships as quickly as can be performed. In addition, get the properties made unplottable and under a Fidelius. We'll keep them hidden until Riddle is truly dead and Harry is ready."
"Will you wish this to be done for all future claims?" Orevein was making notes.
Lillian thought for a moment, "Yes, unless I make a special request." She smiled at Orevein, "Oh, another thought, can Gringotts send teams to search each vault and property for magical or cursed items? For the magical items, place them in a new vault and create an inventory with the name of the item, its' classification and use. If the item is cursed either have the curse broken or destroy the item. For this service, I give Gringotts leave to reclaim all Goblin owned artifacts found."
"Thank you, Lady Lillian." The Account Manager nodded his head.
While Lillian met with Orevein and Lilas was sent to Azkaban, Lily began processing Tom's memories. She wanted to understand the relationship between Albus and he. She found their first meeting.
Dumbledore was leaving Tom's room. The young boy began, "I can speak to snakes too. They find me. Whisper things. Is that normal for someone like me?"
The professor paused in the doorway. Looking at the orphan, he decided. "Tom, there are many different abilities magic grants us." He walked back in the room and sat on the bed. Motioning for the boy to sit, he continued, "The gift you have is called Parseltongue. It is a very rare gift. So, it is not normal for the average wizard or witch. One of the founders of Hogwarts was renowned as having the gift. You need to know, however, there are many exceptional abilities. Some we are born with. The ability to speak with snakes. Some of us are born being able to change how we look. We call those metamorphs. With training, there are other skills that can be learned. Animagi can turn into an animal at will. There are others who learn how to read minds, Legilimens. Occlumens are those who have learned how to protect their minds. Most of us need to use a wand and call out the spell we want to use."
"You didn't move when you made my closet burn." Tom said with a little awe.
"That's right, my boy. It takes much more control and power without a wand. The average wizard either does not have the power or the patience to learn the control needed." The professor looked tom in the eyes to reinforce his next words. "Is it normal for us to speak with snakes? No. Is it wrong? No, it is a gift. I understand your time here in the orphanage has been hard. It's understandable. Most people fear things they do not understand. Your abilities lead them to that fear. Do you understand?"
"I do something. They become afraid. Then try to hurt me from that fear?" Tom answers as he processes the professor's words.
"Exactly, Tom." The professor nodded his head in agreement. "Once someone fears something, it is a small step to hatred of it. Do you understand?"
"I think so, sir." Tom answered. He remembered being bullied when he couldn't show other children how to do some of the things he could.
"Good, my boy." Dumbledore smiled at the boy. "Have you ever heard of the concept of Noblesse Oblige?
Shaking his head, Tom said, "No, sir. Is it French?"
With a small chuckle, "The words are French. They translate as nobility obligates. What it means for us is this. We have been given a power that others do not have. Therefore, we must take care to use our gifts to help others. You told me that you have used your gifts to retaliate against bullies. Is this correct?"
"Yes, sir," Tom replied slowly.
"Protecting oneself and others is a noble thing to do. I commend you for that." Dumbledore sobered. "Hurting others because one can is wrong. You'll learn more when you attend Hogwarts. However, for now, will you promise me to not hurt anyone unless they are hurting you or a friend?"
Tom hesitated, thinking the adult's words over. "Yes, sir. I promise."
"Good boy, Tom." Dumbledore smiled and patted the young boy. "When you get to Hogwarts, my office will always be open to you. If you need someone to talk with or have questions, feel free to come to me."
"Thank you, sir." Tom answered.
Lily pulled from the memory. As a mother, she felt very sad for the boy Tom was. As an orphan, he had been bullied. He fought back with his powers. The use of his powers scared both the children and the adults in the home. He was so lonely. Yet, Dumbledore was an adult. His experience with adults was completely negative. When he went to them because of the bullying, they ignored him. After he protected himself, they punished him. He had no concept of trust.
Ministry of Magic
Wizengamot, Monthly Session
Friday, 29 November 1985 9:00
On his way to his seat, Lord Black paused next to Lord Greengrass. "Good morning, Lord Greengrass."
Cygnus Greengrass stood, "Good morning, Lord Black."
"I see you're wearing what is being called the "Black" fashion." Arcturus grimaced. "There are many things I would be proud to be remembered for. Creating a fashion? That was never high on my list."
Laughing with his fellow Lord, Cygnus allowed, "One thing I have learned in raising two daughters, my friend, is that fashions come and go. I am happy to show proof that I never followed the fake Lord."
Hearing a muffled grumble, the both turned seeing Gibbon. He wore standard robes. "Mr. Gibbon, do you have a comment?" Cygnus raised an eyebrow at the man.
"You called He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named a fake Lord." Gibbon answered questioningly.
Looking down at the man, Cygnus continued, "Yes, I did. There has never been a noble family with the name of Voldemort. It is a fairly simple deduction, wouldn't you agree?"
"No one knows who he was." Gibbon retorted.
Arcturus had been letting Cygnus take the lead, seeing as he stood next to the man's Wizengamot seat. He interjected at this point, "We may never know who the man was. Based on his actions, I would surmise that the man was a coward. Letting others do his work and running from any real threats." He chuckled, "Rightly so, if he could be defeated by a babe in diapers. He most certainly was a very powerful coward."
Both he and Cygnus were taking careful watch of the members around them. Both noticed that with the exception of Lucius Malfoy, the 'Imperiused' Death Eaters all tensed. Gibbon's face turned a brilliant shade of red before he turned away sharply, sitting down in his chair. "I must continue to my seat. Lord Greengrass, a pleasure speaking with you."
"And with you also." Cygnus replied. Both men were hiding smiles behind their masks.
Shortly thereafter, Fudge and Dumbledore entered the chamber. Once Fudge was seated, the Chief Wizard opened the session. Once the standard roll call and protocols were completed, he stated, "The first order of business this morning is the trial of Bartemius Crouch. The second item of business will be the trial of Dolores Umbridge. Third will be the resentencing of Bartemius Crouch, Jr., who with alleged help from his parents escaped Azkaban shortly after being sentenced there. A break will then follow. After the break, reparations for the victims of false imprisonment will be decided. The last business of the day will be debate on a proposal proffered by Lord Corban Yaxley."
"We shall begin. The state versus Bartemius Crouch. Madam Bones, would you read the charges?" He sat down.
"Chief Wizard, Minister, members of the House. The charges are as follows: twenty counts of false imprisonment, twenty counts of falsification of government records, twenty counts of assault, twenty counts of theft, two counts of attempted line assassination, abuse of office, aiding and abetting the escape of Bartemius Crouch Junior from Azkaban." Surprised gasps were heard when the number victims were read out. The Wizengamot was aware of thirteen. The DMLE had discovered an additional seven.
"Point of Personal Privilege," Elphias Doge stood.
"The Chair recognizes the Honorable Mr. Doge." The Chief Wizard acknowledged the man.
Elphias stood, "This august body is aware of the guilt of Crouch. His crimes were announced here. I move that we accept all evidence the DMLE has ready and cast our votes on his guilt or innocence."
"A move has been made, is there a second?" Dumbledore intoned. Inside, he was happy. Elphias was helping him as asked.
"Second," Lord MacMillan drawled out. "There's no need to embarrass the new victims."
"The motion has been moved and seconded." The Chief Wizard acknowledged. "All those in favour?" An easily discerned majority of wands were lit. "Against?" A few wands were aloft. "The ayes have it. All evidence will be accepted. All who feel Bartemius Crouch is guilty?" All wands were lit. The incarceration of the head of a line and he scion of another was unforgivable.
"By unanimous decree, the defendant has been found guilty." Dumbledore was prepared. "The penalty for attempted line assassination is death by Dementor's kiss. Aurors, please have the kiss applied."
Moody and Dawlish came forward. They took the man. Crouch never said a word. He was removed through the one exit allowed in judicial sessions. The Wizengamot relaxed and several members talked with each other while awaiting the return of the Aurors. Just under five minutes passed when the two men reentered. Moody moved in front of the Chief Wizard. "It's done." He growled.
"Thank you, Alastor." The Chief Wizard said sadly. "He was once a good man. Let us all try and remember the good he did, rather than the evil." He lowered his head for a long moment. "The next order of business is the trial of Dolores Umbridge versus the Ministry of Magic. Bring in the accused." He watched as the defendant was brought in and placed in the defendant's chair. He then turned to Lady Bones, "Madam Bones, please read the charges."
Amelia nodded her head, hiding her frustration. The trial of Crouch could have led to more discoveries. She understood why it was done. She expected the same for Umbridge. "Thank you, Chief Wizard. In the case of the state versus Ms. Umbridge, the charges are as follows: four counts of false imprisonment, eight counts of falsification of government records, eight counts of assault, eight counts of theft, abuse of office, and acceptance of bribes."
Cornelius Fudge felt nervous. When the last count was read, he quickly looked at Lord Malfoy. Malfoy's attention never wavered from Lady Bones. The Minister sat amazed that his friend seemed unaffected.
"How do you plead, Ms. Umbridge." The head of the DMLE asked.
Dolores was a broken woman. She had no outs. "Guilty as charged." Her only hope was that those she had information on would remember that she fell on her metaphorical sword.
Unsurprised, Lady Bones accepted. "The plea of guilty has been heard and accepted. Chief Wizard and Wizengamot, the DMLE requests death by Dementor's kiss. Her crimes against the people of Magical Britain are egregious and deserve no mercy."
"Now, now, Madam Bones." Dumbledore took the floor. "I believe that everyone can be redeemed. Since she admitted her guilt, she's already on the way to redemption."
"Really, Chief Wizard? What of the people she threw into Azkaban?" Amelia retorted. "Do you believe they want to see her given a light sentence?"
"While that may be a good point. Our purpose here today is to dispense justice." He answered. "As such, we must consider not just her deeds. She took the first step towards redeeming herself by admitting her wrongs."
"Balderdash," Lord Black interjected. "Justice is served by making one accountable for their deeds. Otherwise, every offender could appear before us and claim their guilt and get off with a sorry. Her actions were inexcusable. I agree with the DMLE. Give her the Kiss."
Lady Longbottom took the floor, "My Lord Black, I agree with your sentiment. However, would not justice be better served by allowing the DMLE to work with her? She admitted to taking bribes. I, for one, would like to know the ones who bribed her. I propose that she be given one hundred years to Life in Azkaban with no possibility for parole. If she chooses to help the DMLE, then bring her sentence down by ten years per conviction that her testimony helped. Not only do we need to weed the corrupt staff from our Ministry, we need to root out the ones tempting our workers."
"With all due respect, Lady Longbottom, this episode of malfeasance needs immediate closure. I will stand with the Lord Black." Lucius Malfoy took the floor. Lord Black acknowledged the support with a nod.
Lord Greengrass stood, the debate stilled. The two opposing sides had staked their positions. "Madam Bones, in your learned opinion, would any benefit accrue if we were to follow Lady Longbottom's proposal?"
"No, My Lord." Amelia answered with regret. "While we were able to find the evidence that Ms. Umbridge took bribes, she was very careful in ensuring they were untraceable."
"Ms. Umbridge," Cygnus turned to the prisoner, "would you be willing to outline the bribes you received? This would include the person or persons who offered them."
"No, My Lord." Umbridge wished she could say yes, "By oath, I cannot divulge them."
"I see. You refused to honor your oath of office, but hold to oaths given to your patrons." Lord Greengrass frowned at the woman. "I detest the Kiss. In this instance, I feel it warranted. I call for a vote supporting sentence of Death by Kiss."
"Are you sure, Lord Greengrass?" Dumbledore asked. "Surely, it would be better to give her time to find the light?"
"Yes, Chief Wizard. Since you are unwilling, is there a second to my motion?" he said with disgust.
"Second!" Lord Malfoy smiled at Cornelius. Cornelius understood the warning.
With a sigh, the Chief Wizard acknowledged the motion. "The motion was made and seconded. Let us vote." The vote was taken and passed. Alastor Moody took the sobbing woman from the chambers. He soon returned and announced her demise.
"Madam Bones," Dumbledore moved the meeting forward. "Please read the cause of action against Bartemius Crouch, Jr."
"Yes, Chief Wizard." Amelia Bones pulled the charges out. "Bartemius Crouch Jr. escaped from Azkaban. He remained at the Crouch family home until his father was charged with crimes. The penalty for escape can range from addition of a minimum of ten years to the prisoner's term to the Dementor's Kiss. As he was already in Azkaban for life, the DMLE request the Kiss for the accused."
"I move an immediate vote on giving Crouch the Kiss." Lady Longbottom yelled with anger.
"Second." Lord Gideon Prewett stood with Lady Longbottom.
The Chief Wizard's shoulder's fell. He wished that Crouch could be kept alive. In the current environment, this was a fight that he could not win. "Very well." The vote was taken. Auror Dawlish took the duty.
With his return and the announcement of Crouch Junior's death, Lady Longbottom smiled grimly. Her son and his wife were partially avenged.
In Gringotts, it was noted that the last Crouch was dead. The blood feud was invoked. All properties were immediately seized. The Potter directives were followed. The Crouch vaults were emptied except for a single knut left in each. A missive announcing the action was sent to the Ministry. The document was filed without being read.
In the Wizengamot chambers, the Chief Wizard called for a one hour break. The members quickly filed out. A short while later, the session restarted.
"Thank you, everyone," Dumbledore congenially said. "The second half of our session is to begin. The first order of business is the matter of reparations to those improperly sent to Azkaban."
"Improperly, or Illegally?" a voice yelled out.
Without acknowledging the heckling, Albus continued, "Minister Fudge has prepared a formula by which compensation can be calculated."
With a smile, Fudge stood and took the floor, "After long discussion with my advisors, it was determined that an amount of ten million galleons be given to each victim. This amount would allow them to live independently the rest of their lives. Since we are responsible for the loss of their livelihoods and liberty, we must ensure both for them."
Lord Black glanced towards Lady Longbottom. She slightly nodded her head. His gaze moved to Lord Greengrass. Cygnus was frowning at the amount.
"The amount sounds rather," Lord Black took the floor, "extravagant. However, I find myself in agreement with your reasoning." He paused as if considering something. "Madam Bones, correct me if I am wrong. To send someone to Azkaban without trial, were not the signatures of the Chief Wizard and Minister required?"
"Yes, My Lord." She answered. "The signature of the Head of the DMLE was also required."
"On the orders, you have reviewed," Arcturus continued, "did any of them have the actual signatures of the three. During the war, that would have been Minister Bagnold, Chief Wizard Dumbledore, and Crouch. After the war, Minister Fudge replaced Minister Bagnold and you replaced Crouch."
"Correct, Lord Black." Amelia asked. "May I ask where this is going?"
"Yes, My Lady. A fee of ten million galleons for, if my count is correct, twenty-four individuals amounts to two-hundred forty million galleons." He paused for her agreement. "That amount would put a major drain on the government's resources."
"Thank you, can you answer my previous question? Whether either sitting minister Bagnold or Fudge, the Chief Wizard, personally sign any of the orders?" He asked.
"Yes, My Lord. All three signed some of the papers. None signed them all." Amelia answered.
Cutting her off before she could say more, "Thank you, Lady Bones. Your reputation precedes you. I have no doubt that you were unaware that the practice had continued."
"My Lord, others may not be so gracious. For the record, I never signed any of the orders. They never crossed my desk." Lady Bones said the last with heat.
He bowed his head towards her, "To support the payment, I propose an immediate freeze of all properties and assets of Millicent Bagnold, Cornelius Fudge, Albus Dumbledore, and Bartemius Crouch. An accounting by Gringotts to be made with fifty percent of their worth be given in recompense to the victims. If this is less than the proposed amount, the Ministry to allocate the difference. If the Ministry is required to supplement the reparation, then the Wizengamot will meet to determine how the monies will be delivered."
Fudge went pale. He was property rich and cash poor. If this went through, he would have to sell one or more of his holdings. Albus turned in his seat and looked at Lord Black. He did not show his anger at the proposal. He felt confident that his friends in the Light and Grey factions would block this.
"An admirable proposal, My Lord," Lucius Malfoy entered the debate. "This will allow the people of Magical Britain to know that not only were the ones directly responsible for the despicable acts, but the accomplices, unwitting or no, will also bear responsibility. Chief Wizard, though this will impact you, would you not agree that this gives the former Minister, the Minister, and yourself the chance for," he relished the next word, "redemption?" Saying this, he looked to Dumbledore for an answer.
He disliked having his own words used against him, "I find that on the surface, it looks appropriate. However, the amount of the fine would leave each of us in different situations. I am a simple teacher and have almost nothing. Millicent is one of the wealthiest of us. Cornelius sits in the middle." He hesitated. "Would that be fair?"
"Fair?" Lord Greengrass entered the debate. "Was it fair that twenty-four innocent citizens were sent to Azkaban? Was it fair that the new Lord Prewett was pronounced dead to the world and sent with his brother to prison? What of the Scion Black? Was it fair for him to be thrown away because he tried to avenge his brother in all but blood and his wife's betrayal? If you want fair, then we should take everything and not leave anything. Let the three of you try to rebuild your lives."
"Are you making a proposal, My Lord?" Garrick Ollivander asked. A staunch Grey, he rarely spoke in any session.
Cygnus paused, "No, I am not. Taking everything from them would be, in itself, an injustice. The old adage two wrongs do not make a right holds true today. I second Lord Black's motion."
Cornelius Fudge winced. With a second, the motion must be voted on. The Black and Grey factions will follow Black and Greengrass. They formed a majority and it would pass. He began thinking of a way to protect at least some of his gold.
The Chief Wizard sat. He was boxed in. "The motion has been moved and seconded. A vote is called."
Fudge's estimate proved correct. The Blacks and Greys voted for the motion. Madam Bones sent immediate seizure orders out.
Dumbledore was numb at this point. The session still required him. "Lord Yaxley, you have the floor."
"Honored Lords, Ladies, and council members," Yaxley stood in his formal robes. Both arms were covered. "Since Lord Black's declaration and the popularity of the 'Black' style, those of us who prefer the older style have been facing increasing discrimination. For instance, I went to Flourish and Blotts yesterday. When I went to make my purchases, the price was increased by ten percent. When I protested, the manager told me that several employees lost family in the last war. In honor of their losses, they instituted a new rule. Any person not having a bare left arm would have a surcharge added to their purchases. The monies to be given to support magical orphans. He pointed to a sign to that effect. When I refused to pay the surcharge, he told me that I was welcome to shop elsewhere. He suggested a shop in New York or Montreal."
A few laughs were heard at this point. Lord Black kept his face blank. Internally, he was happy. His and Augusta's plan was working. He was the one that put the first sign up in his businesses. She had simply told some of her friends about the practice.
"What is it you want then?" Elphias Doge asked. He was tired. This had been a very long session.
Yaxley was upset with the laughter. "Thank you, Lord Doge. I propose that all British businesses must serve all wizards and witches with the same prices for like patrons."
Augusta Longbottom asked, "What exactly do you mean buy this, My Lord?"
"Simple, I should not pay any more than any other pure-blooded Lord for services. Half-bloods and muggleborns pay at their rates. The same as normal." Yaxley explained.
"So, you wish to revert to normal discrimination based on blood status, as opposed to discrimination based on the possibility that a family member may have been harmed by a Death Eater? I am sorry, a free, 'Imperiused' former Death Eater." Lady Longbottom asked carefully.
"Actions performed by an Imperiused person cannot be charged to the victim." Yaxley sneered.
"True," Augusta smiled at the man. "Still, the dead are still dead. My son and his wife are still in St. Mungo's. Explain to us, why a store keeper should have to serve anyone?"
"Madam, I fear we have curved into an emotional argument." Lucius Malfoy intentionally did not use Lady. "The point, Lord Yaxley has raised, is that discrimination based on a sleeve is simply wrong."
"Lady Longbottom," Cygnus interjected, "Lord Yaxley, this debate has one point. Should we as the Wizengamot tell merchants who and how to sell their wares? The discrimination that Lord Yaxley has an issue with is not against a class of people or of a creature, such as a werewolf. It is a choice of fashion. I move for a vote on the proposal. My opinion is this should not have been brought to us. I will be voting no."
"I second your motion and will vote likewise, My Lord." Augusta replied.
The Chief Warlock called a vote. The motion failed. The session with no further business closed.