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A/N It amazes me for some odd reason how much support I get and I am a nooby write. And for that I say thank you. Passes out micro cookies to everyone, and two to Madd Girl for her excellent way of keeping in contact and reviewing every chapter I am still looking for a beta. I got 2 reviews almost automatically also from my most faithful (Madd Girl) and also another new reviewer. I appreciate all of the support! So now an author's favorite line…REVIEW!!!
Harry Potter and the Discovery of Power
(Hogwarts)
"Filch I would like you to go tell Professors Snape and McGonagall to go get on the Hogwarts Express. It is quite necessary now that the young Potter boy has decided to defy me and then kill one of my best friends, and fellow professors." "Will you finally allow me to use my weapons once more for punishment? Please Albus! These ruddy kids just don't have any respect for their elders or mentors. Let me help you discipline them. I beg you please!"
"Argus I am one hundred and twenty five years old, I don't have time in my living life to listen to you babble on about the way kids act and how you need to whip them and all of that, either do as you are told by your commanding officer or leave. It is a quite simple objective. "
Argus Filch the Hogwarts Express caretaker who had been working for Dumbledore for almost as long as most of the teachers who were at the school? He had been saved by him when the Riddle boy had attacked a muggle village just outside of the castle grounds. Filch not knowing that he was actually part wizard but unfortunately a squib, had asked after the village was destroyed if he could come and be a janitor or something of that sort at the school. Argus would never tell anyone but he was always fascinated by magic ever since he was a little boy and he had heard legends and myths about magic. Argus grunted and bowed himself out of the office, he heeded down the spiraling staircase and exited the corridor heading firstly to Professor McGonagall' office.
Argus stepped off of the staircase and headed towards Professor McGonagall's door when he heard a noise just outside the door he put his ear to the door and gasped when he heard something unmistakably like Professor McGonagall and someone else in there ah being busy. Now, Argus being the sly and wicked kind of person he was loved to embarrass, to scare, and torture people, so he put a wide grin on his face and turned the doorknob.
A/N Unfortunately I cannot put details in this section so sorry Lemon Drop
Argus saw Professor McGonagall spread out and laying on one of the front student desks with nobody else but Professor Snape himself snarling all the while pleasuring his victim.
"O hello, O dear I am terribly sorry, I did not know you two were busy. I will just leave and tell you what the headmaster wanted you two to do later." Argus closed the door and bursted out laughing at the two shocked and embarrassed faces of the professors he had just seen. O I will have to savor this. Filch walked to his office skipping two stairs at a time like he had just won the lottery or something, he closed his door and then shivered at just the thought of such a couple.
(Hogwarts Headmaster Office)
Headmaster Dumbledore the wizard of manipulation the wizard who should be respected by all means, sat in his high god chair sucking on a lemon drop, thinking about his brand new plan to regain the control of Harry Potter the notorious Boy Who Lived. Dumbledore sat back in his chair resting his aged and wrinkled feet on the table whistling some wizard song that he knew when he heard an owl attempting to get in from the window in his office.
He opened the window let the barn owl in handed him an owl treat and took the letter from the owl and asked him to leave now. The bird nipped him on the cheek saying that he understood and thanked him for the treat and flew off.
Albus in the rush of opening the letter poured coffee all over his gray beard, but he was so happy and anticipated that he just shrugged his shoulders and continued to open the small but rectangular letter. He then read the message that was in dark red ink.
Dear Headmaster,
We appreciate your help in the attempted defense of a helpless wizard who sorely lost his life yesterday. We will be sending you a reward of 1000 galleons in the next week. We would like to also personally say that it was very brave of you, but then again you have always helped us in the time of need. For that reason alone, we have come to the conclusion that the boy named as Harry Potter will not have charges pressed against him, but will allow you the control over him as long as you show us every other month or so that you are doing your duties in protecting, caring, and attempting to change his ways and behaviors.
(Once more, in the dark forest)
The dark shadow of a man who was barely even visible was breathing in the cold plush soul of another careless. He had managed to stay longer, and feed more then he had lately, the girl named Ginny Weasley had been a monstrous fool and had started to feed emotions to him. He could finally see once more, he felt somehow stronger. His dream of becoming stronger once more had finally come true. But, yet, at the same time he still knew it would take a majority of a year to regain all of that strength back to what he needed to get rid of the muggles once and for all!
He flew by another carelessly opened window, floated inside and landed very quietly not making a sound. He crept up to the bed of the human who would be his last soul for the day, the last soul that he needed till another week would come. He slowly but while straining to do so pulled the covers off of the bed, saw it was a girl, and then a big grin appeared on his face. I haven't done much…activity since I was defeated by a mere child. This is for you little missy, welcome to woman-hood!
A scream of immense pain such as death ringed through the house, the parents jumped from their beds being confused, and scared at the same time. They were unsure what to do at the present moment. Was it the fire extinguisher? No, it sounded like their little Susie Chekov! Their little princess. Their baby girl was in trouble. The man only muttered a few words…"God help our little girl" Then they ran from their bedroom half dressed, not caring for a second what they had on or what they looked like or anything. The father being the broad man he was crashed the door open, just to see the most terrible picture he could ever imagine.
His daughter was sitting on the floor not moving, not breathing, not even a sob. There were still tears in her eyes. Her panties had been ripped off. There was blood everywhere. The father ran over checked his daughter for a temple and came to his knees from sadness, from the great big sobs of water coming form his eyes. MY LITTLE PRINCESS IS DEAD! WHO WOULD BE SO CRUEL! WHYYYYYYYYYY! NOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOO NOOOOOOO!
The mother dropped into the nearby corner sobbing also and blaming herself for their daughter's death. The father ran outside started waking up the other villagers and yelling bloody murder. Trying to tell the elders what had happened from what he could tell. The father was escorted to the village doctor who would take care of his shock and sadness. The oldest elder named as the "Grand Shinswah" nodded to a very old man who was to his left and asked him to come with him. They entered their small tent they shared together and started to say in a low murmur. "You know, we must tell Dumbledore now, it has happened for far too long. We cannot allow this to continue; only a wizard of his capacity can help us. You know where he is at currently correct?"
The other elder nodded his head and checked to see that nobody was peeking into the tent then took out a very beat up wand that was no more than seven inches long and disappeared with a somewhat silent pop.
(The Burrow)
"Hurry up Ron; we will be late if you continue to stuff your face any longer!" "But-But Hermione if I don't eat then I will have to buy stuff on the train! "Whined Ron Weasley. "How can you think about food right now? Harry is out there somewhere, he could be badly hurt! We need to go find him! And with that Hermione stomped out of the room and into the living room red faced and ready to fight down a dragon if it took that. Hermione the smart little girl she was had a crush on Harry but she wasn't about to let anybody know it.
Ron Weasley the king of eating, the-boy-who-wont-stop-stuffing-his-face sat at the table and asked his mum if he could have more eggs and toast before they left for the express later that day. "You have had plenty to eat Ronald! Now get back upstairs and finish packing I know quite well you haven't even started, because when we leave you here and you dont go because you aren't ready do not argue!!! NOW GET UPSTAIRS!
Ron being the uhhh…smart person he was jumped from his seat and galloped up the stairs to relieve his mothers rising voice from increasing anymore. He opened his door and lunged into the room and ran over to his cramped bed that was still full of stuff he had not started to pack yet. He thrusted his old rugged clothes into a corner of the trunk and then started to pack book after book into it.
Hermione and Ginny were downstairs discussing the upcoming year. Ginny was jumping on her feet continuously," ooh ooh I heard there are ghosts everywhere in the castle, and that and this and that…" The list just went on and on Hermione wasn't really paying attention she was still worrying about Harry, her love, her "sweet-hear"
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(Unknown place)
Harry sat lying on his back in pain and sobbing from what he had done. He had done the most unbelievable thing alive! He the supposedly boy-who-lived. Had killed a person. He had used an unforgivable. A spell that was deadly no matter what at touch. Harry for the most part felt sick to his stomach and didn't want no help. He started to feel better when Fawkes his now familiar phoenix came over and sung a song.
But no mater what the phoenix did the boy could not be calmed. The phoenix was centuries old so knew very well what those humans call an unforgivable spell can do to them. He would never tell anyone but that is how his first master Slytherin became evil at heart. He had used the killing curse just once and he had gone bad from there the phoenix for some odd reason like this human and did not want to be lost because of the same fate. So, he tried everything he could in his magical body to heal this young man.
Do not cry young one. You did what you must. If your phoenix had not returned in time to teleport you away afterwards you would had been sentenced, captured and killed yourself. You did the only thing you could think of and that was defending yourself until your familiar returned. No I cannot trust you! You went and told me to do it. I would have never used such an evil spell. I was I was not in the right state of mind. Did you not feel hatred at those who attacked you? But it was righteous hatred…no my young one righteous or not, it was still hatred, which is how the spell is casted. You did it out of instinct. I was just like you…even though I used it two years after you did but still. I can still teach you much. But I must ask you first to help me just a little more…will you? Who are you!? Tell me and then I will help you!
A big grin came across Voldermonts face and then he said I am the one who gave you the scar that is bared on your face, I am the one that had to deal with your parent's cowardice and may I mention they were Gryffindor? Now you did just promise that you would help me that was a contract verbally considering this is a mind link. MUWHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO! THIS CANNOT BE! HOW CAN YOU USE A LINK? Have you not figured it out yet, it seems you have your father's stubbornness; yes he actually ripped my shoulder off in the fight very amazing to be honest. Anyways, you are correct, you see you have dark connection with me if you like it or not. Now a promise is a promise…help me I want you to start killing people with that spell, all you have to do is think about what happen to your parents and the spell will come just trust me. I have to make sure you are loyal anyways. By wizard oath I am still one to keep my word, so I Harry James Potter the Head of the Potters hereby promise to help Voldermonts return to power and glory and I will be as his equal! You are doing the right thing trust me young one.
Harry passed back out, Fawkes shaking his head teleported the boy to his ancestral family's house and then vanished, he could not be with the boy any more, for he had truly gone evil.
Harry woke up about an hour later and saw that he was at a very luxurious castle but it did not seem right to him, he pulled out his wand and then he was thrusted back into another stone wall. His wand disappeared,"Where in the bloody hell am I? "Asked Harry to himself then all went black again.
(Platform 9 and 3/4)
"Hurry up now you lot! You only have 5 minutes before the train departs, then it will be too late. "Ron Weasley the densest out of all of the redhead family scrambled around trying to keep his pet rat? From getting away and escaping his small and dirty steel cage. "Mum, this ruddy rat wont stop rumbling around!!!" "O honestly Ron!" said the now very irritated mudblood of a girl named as the know-it-all Hermione Granger. "All you have to do is show him some cheese." Hermione smiled at the aged rat and pulled out a clover of cheese and cued the rat to come over and eat. The rat as like a slave under a spell stupidly followed after her and was captured once more in the cage. The family and co. then jumped on the train just in time for the departure to the must oldest, ruddiest, and magical school in the wizarding world.
(Hogwarts, Headmaster Office)
Around 10 alarms went off in the old lemon drop fool's office once the train departed. But what was the reason for these alarms? Everything had gone to plan. But, wait, it wasn't. Harry Potter did not get on the train. Harry Potter was still out there somewhere, but the question is where? Dumbledore sensed the alarm from his position in the great hall doing some final reviews with the teachers. He excused himself and headed to his office. He opened the door and shook his head in disbelief.
He then used an ancient spell that was not known to most people of today's modern magic, he drew a circle around him, muttered a few words under his breath, he took in a huge gasp of air and then shouted at the top of his lungs ," I ALBUS PERCIVAL DUMBLEDORE ASK THE DRUID MONKS THE QUESTION OF LOCATION. THE QUESTION OF INCENSIBLE KNOWLEDGE. WHERE IS HARRY POTTER, THE-BOY-WHO-LIVED.?
There was a pause where the druids of the past looked over Dumbledore to see if he meant any harm to the boy. They then scanned his brain and saw that he had guardianship of him, so by magical law told Dumbledore that Harry was at the ancestral and formal house of Potter. The druids then sung their song leaving the old fool alone in his office once more.
Dumbledore smiling now raised one finger into the air and asked the castle to open the Gryffindor Wing. A stone passage opened up and the headmaster stepped through. This passage had not been used for many years. All ancestral houses had a magical link to the house for safety procedures. But Dumbledore had put a stipulation on this link around twenty years ago so you had to get explicit instructions from the current headmaster himself to open the link. Dumbledore then moved through the ancestral house, already had stolen many ancient artifacts within the place knew the place like the back of his own hand.
He went down two more spiral staircases and then stepped onto nothing else but beautiful cut green grass and sure enough in the middle of the garden out cold by a wall sat Harry Potter. Dumbledore knowing sure enough what the boy stupidly did asked the castle to levitate the boy back to the passage for him which the castle abided with him gladly. The castle not having anything else better to do knew that both people affront of him could control him.
(Hogwarts, Infirmary)
Harry started to stir, he was horrified at what he saw, and he was in a big yellow room full of lemon drops! (IM JOKING) No, Harry really was in his usual bunk in the infirmary what did I do this time asked Harry to himself. He started to get up when the plump nurse at Hogwarts yelled at him MR. POTTER IF YOU EVEN DARE TO STAND I WILL HEX YOU INTO THE NEXT CENTURY PERSONALY! Harry sure enough knowing that Madam Pronfrey could give Ginny a good run for her money just layed back down and apologized. "What am I doing here, Mrs. Pronfrey?" "You were brought here by Albus he said you had been hit in the head pretty hard on your journies and needed sleep until lunch is served, at which time you should make it down to the great hall without disrespect and act like nothing happened.
(Great Hall)
Harry entered the great hall grumpy and not energetic at all. He couldn't even remember the last time he had slept. He put on his best face and stopped at Dumbledore's seat to wait for the headmaster to arrive. The headmaster entered in with all of his fake glory and exuberance, his eyes twinkling mad like some little boy who just got a brand new toy.
"Harry! My boy I hope your injuries are much better now that you have rested and had some potions. Now, I wanted to discuss some things with you before the students get here. I do believe the house-elves have fixed us a little something! A plate full of roast beef, green peas, squashes, and a piece of cherry cake appeared affront of the two people at that second. Harry after all of the knowledge he had still could not figure out how the elves knew when to have the food appear. But, what Harry was really disturbed by was the fact that a little of his roast beef seemed a little bit of a tinted color or something. Harry knowing how manipulative the old fool could really be sometimes decided he had better made sure that the food hadn't been tampered with.
When Albus turned his head just inch farther than eye contract able Harry mumbled a word and waved his hand over the food, five different ingredients appeared in his eyes. Harry knowing automatically what the headmaster was planning decided to "play around" "So tell me headmaster what have you been doing over the holidays? I mean as you know I have been having a pretty crappy one." "Well, my boy my holidays were pretty good, I went out to the Alps to a party where wizards meet and just enjoy themselves from the high views. You see muggles aren't capable of going on some of the mountains because of safety reasons. "Chuckled Dumbledore to himself.
"So, let me get this straight…you went and enjoyed yourself on one of the grandest Alps in the world and you left me stuck at my ruddy relatives?" "Harry, Harry look your mother died for you with very powerful magic and we have to protect you with the blood wards, you know that I told you that last year. " "But why can't I go nowhere, I mean they abuse me over there." "Nonsense Harry I don't think your relatives is that dense, even though I will admit your uncle does seem quite dense, it also seems his son is following in his footsteps but nonetheless, you have nothing to fret. I have a very important meeting coming up so go on ahead and eat for now. "
Harry now definitely knowing the old fool's plan pretended to eat some of the beef then vanished it with a spell he had come across from the orbs. Harry started to pant a little from the strain of making it disappear but thankfully the lemon drop sucking old fool didn't notice. "May I be excused headmaster? I want to get ready up in the tower for when my friends come home." "Right after I tell you something very important Harry is this ok? "" Um sure headmaster whatever you say" "Good, now the ministry has given me guardianship and power mind you over you for you're…lets say unfortunate movement but it is ok I am here to help. I have helped many youngsters just like yourself in my days. Boy isn't that a lie young one? Duh! Anyway keep it down.
"Now Harry is a good wizard and finish your peas then I want you to go write a letter to the ministry asking for forgiveness and also saying that you are at the castle currently. Then I want you to go and sit on your bed and think about what you did and how you can fix it. Off you go!" Harry mumbled another word and his peas went scattering on the floor, then he scooted off his chair while panting at the same time and ran down the hall to "oblige" in what the headmaster had said. Harry knew that the headmaster had tried to put a very powerful dose of imperius serum in his beef, and he had also mixed a few trust me charms into the juice. So he had to make sure he did what the fool asked him too.
(Gryffindor Tower)
It is time that I show you someplace that will help you greatly, but I want you to wait until the Weasley brat gets here! Then you will meet Viranda! Who? Call it a surprise or whatever you wizards of modern age now call it. Also, you must learn to use your parsletongue in battle and also how to control your tongue so that way you will be able to speak it. I have a very good plan in mind, however, you will need some friends from the snake house, and unfortunately from what I have gotten so far from the Weasley brat you hate the snake house. Quite ironic really…Anyway I must go for now goodbye young one.
(Hogwarts Express)
Ginny Weasley sat by herself shivering in a corner of the train that was to be soon at the notorious castle. She hoped Harry Potter was on the train but he had other transportation form what the word was. She was shivering in the corner, writing in a beat up diary she had somehow found in her cauldron while packing. Now, everyone knew that a Weasley was very curious so in her most deep stupor ever she had begun to write in the diary. But her words kept disappearing. The night before she had wrote in it and someone said hello back? She didn't know if she needed to tell her parents or not.
Theoretically speaking her mother would freak, her father would be fascinated and probably destroy it in the process of doing something with it and her brothers, every single one of them wouldn't notice even if she had said something to them. Hermione and Ron had both left to go "adventuring" more or less Hermione just wanted to try t o get Ron to notice her. In all of the thoughts that were roaming her head she still couldn't believe how dense her brother Ron was sometimes. She sighed and started to write…
September 01,
Hi, it's me Ginny Weasley! Well, my day is very boring. I wonder when Harry will start to notice that we are supposed to be soul mates. Mum had said that the soul mattress she had gone too had been absolutely sure about it, but I feel somehow broken in a certain way. The words then faded away like ice-cream melting. Then a male's handwriting appeared in blood red ink. You must meet your soul mate, not tell him for that would be a sin, but you must be at his side, so says the code of magic, I can help you with that but I need your help! Will you help me? I need to be set free once more. I do ask that you will help. So, all I may do is help such an unfortunate person as yourself. I hear you say that he is your soul mate and also a very powerful, one hunk of a man, and very rich. Not to mention good looking. Hmm? The words as before then melted away and Ginny being as stupid as ever wrote back. How I love him so, we are to be together, but he is like my brother sometimes, or he just doesn't want nobody else to care, but if it takes your help for him to love me, then I say thank you and please do help! TTYL! Your wish will be granted young, have you ever heard of three special curses? The mind controlling one Imperius, the Pain curse Crucio, and also ah yes my favorite one the Killing curse Avada Kedevra? They will help you to resolve this problem. I will be with you the full step. I have heard of the last one my daddy said that it was a bad curse! You must be a bad wizard! You-No my dear your father has been manipulated, you see those three curses were originally made to help others. The imperius to help people get out of comas by telling the brain it is time to wake up, the pain curse was used to help people who had bad hearts, and then the killing curse such a wonderful curse yes? Was made for the sold purpose well to kill, but killing is good sometimes, maybe a dog is injured and can't be helped? What do you do? You kill it of course! Put it out of its misery. You wouldn't want to have to see it suffer would you? I suppose not… Good later I will show you how to use these to help others. Thank you my dear and best of luck to you at this new school year.
(Ministry of Magic, Courtroom 1)
"I am telling you people, we need to get rid of muggles! They will eventually get through the wards and destroy us all!" "Yes, yes, we have heard your story plenty of times Lucious and we do appreciate you're other very nice contribution to the ministry, next topic please!"
An old man who had grown with age with a green bowler hat stood up wearing a very big grin. "My people of this great and notorious courtroom, it has come to my attention from some very sourceful people, whom, I shall at this moment keep anonymous have informed me of a certain headmaster's wrong doing. Now, I am a nice wizard so I say that we should first investigate is. However, my source has given me some quite good proof, he has given us part of a very rare memory source called well at least what the unspeakable call "Merlin's Treasure" What it does it will show us once just once may I add the memory of something or someone. This memory cannot be tampered with in any way. Also, if that is not enough he has brought us some evidence also, plus he has tracked a few spells that was used and directed at this unfortunate individual. I say we need justice! So vote for me next year also!" And with that the minister of magic sat down waiting for the decision to investigate the most powerful wizard in the world or not.
With that magic did its thing and teleported Dumbledore there considering he was tapered to magic because of being a ministry of magic employee.(a/n so sorry just didn't feel like carrying this out, I tried like three different ways and none of them I like that much) Dumbledore stood frozen, concerned, and then showed some bravado. "My friends how are we today, may I ask why I have been teleported with such powerful magic. And why in Belgium earths am I tied up!? I am the head of the wizegamot you may sure well know. I respect better treatment. And after all I have done for you people." "Calm yourself Albus we are just doing an investigation on some complaints, no charges or anything. "
Albus knowing fully well what had occurred knew that he was in a lot of trouble but he had to keep his cool, he had to be able to override this to show that stupid little brat of a hero that he the world's greatest wizard since Merlin is the most powerful.
"Well yes, of course! Lets gets this over with shall we? I have very important stuff I was in the current process of handling." "Of course Albus we all understand that you as such a superior mentor have many duties that must be carried out." Replied the Minister. "Where and what was you doing exactly at 6:45pm yesterday? "Asked the Minister with qu9te the sinister grin on his face. Albus keeping his cool as always knew that someone in his power would not be given veritsarum so he smiled and said, "I was at Hogwarts finishing up searching for my new DADA teacher who by the way will now be the one of the best, a hero you may say, no not Mr. Harry Potter but someone just as famous if not more…Professor Lockhart. His studies in the dark arts are immense and are close to my alibi!"
Dumbledore now as confident as ever that his story would stand almost had his smile falter when the minister stood back up still with his quite sinister smile. "That is quite the story Albus, but unfortunately we have used a very rare form of a memory that tells us otherwise. It is a legendary form that we had thought to be lost; unfortunately there is only one person with the knowledge of how to unlock this great power. And that man will still be held anonymous until further notice. However, the ministry of magic also had unfortunately had a few wizard debts on hand from this sources particular family. What is worse, it was over 300 debts! I saw the list and did the spell to check and it was correct, quite the brave family if I may say so myself. "
"And also this person was so generous he even has allowed us to use every single one of these debts, yes Albus I know It is not heard of…every single debt for what we will now do to see if you are lying to us or not, and if you are, if you are my friend, then may Merlin be with you! Bring the veritsarum! "
Dumbledore froze right there, shocked, scared, and not knowing what else to do, do what stupid manipulative people did best, he started yelling bloody murder, making accusations to the gathered people, trying to persuade his fellow colleagues to untie him and let him be released. However, all the responses he got were stuff like, "I am sorry old chap, the ministry must repay debts!" or stuff like, "Why are you worrying Albus?"
A healer cam into the room holding the very rare and very dangerous potions, verisarum. He magically lifted the old mans head to a sixty five degree angle castled another to open his mouth and then poured three drops of the potion into his mouth.
The healer waited about thirty seconds and then motioned to the court that the potion had started.
The minister of magic stood back up and said "now Albus, good old chap! Please state your full name for the court?" Dumbledore not being able to take over the potion said "Albus Percival Wulfric Dumbledore"
"Where were you at the earlier date mentioned?"
"I was setting up a group of my best teachers to lead a squad dressed as death eaters to diagon alley to scare young Harry Potter, so that way he would be convinced that he needed my help."
There were many shocks at this and even Professor McGonagall tried to stand and escape because she knew that she was one of the people who were there. However the smart wizards there all casted stupefy at her and she fell to the floor like a stone.
"What other things have you done to young Harry Potter?"
"I have mixed various spells and potions within his food and drinks to control him, I have got the ministry to let me have control over him, and the list goes on ever since he was born."
"What spells did you put on young Harry Potter as a baby?"
"I have had to put five power block spells on him as a baby, and then I had put another two power blocks on him every other six months since then."
The ministry of magic, the wizegamot more or less was shocked like crazy. The amount of power blockage they had just heard wasn't heard of. They may have heard of about three blocks in one's life! But dang that a lot of power blocks!
"One last question, my good old friend then I believe the potion will wear off enough for you to fight it. Have you ever stolen funds from Harry and other people's vaults and if so who?"
"I have stolen from a majority of vaults of Harry Potter, the welfare of the Magical World vault, and also the ministerial vault itself, thanks to the malfoy's of course. I have also stolen many artifacts that were not in the potter vault but in the potter castle and have hidden them all over the world."
The potion after that start to take its effect and Albus came back to his senses. There was a look of dead dread, or perhaps of even fear on the face of the old coot. He had not only stolen from three of the biggest vaults in the world but he had also told about all of his cruelties.
The minister stood back up loving every second of this humiliation, of this destruction of Dumbledore; and then said with an airy voice that he mind you added a little bit of a shake for dramatic sense, "There will be a 30 minute intervention in which we will discuss the events that have just occurred here and just for the record, I am quite disappointed Albus."
The Wizegamot stood up very slowly and started to dissipate into another room that had appeared.
"This is absurd! All of the time I have known Albus he has been a gentle person who just wanted to help the world!" claimed one angered member.
"It doesn't matter what you think, he has clarified to all of us here that he did those things which he claimed." Said a short and toady looking woman.
Lucius Malfoy then stood up with all of his grace and said very silkily, "As a Board of Governors also I would just like to say that we should keep certain teachers at the school even though they did what they did for the British government would be wasting too much money on trying to find that many replacements. For example, Servurus Snape, he is one of the greatest potion masters by far! I for one will not be looking toward trying to hire a potion master in this day and age, my son as sad as it may be isn't even at that level and us as purebloods should be masters at it. "
Lucious sit back down and there was a silence that followed for a good five minutes.
Then someone finally got the courage up to say," We need to discuss this at as soon as possible, the students should had just arrived at school. I say keep all teachers there until further notice, but send them letters stating that they will be fired at one point and time when the British ministerial service can work with the board of governors in hiring the qualified teachers."