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A/N: First note, I have a beta (does a funky dance while saying I have a beta.) Um…anyway many thanks to Madd Girl. The storyline here will be changing a lot! So I want you to keep your eyes open. Well here goes anything, oh and by the way no more flames please! And this story will start to become OC from here on ( just some though)

Harry Potter and the Discovery of Power

Chapter 8: Just Desserts Part II

Have you ever felt like you just were doing the wrong thing? Or that the move that you want to make would cause more trouble at the end? Well, if you have don't feel bad, Harry Potter was in the same situation.

He walked into the Wizengamot meeting and saw the old coot chained up and looking really pale. Harry just smirked and strode onto the speaker's stage.

"My friends! I am here today to end a wrong done against not only me, but also against the wizarding world. To not destroy something good, but to destroy something that is truly evil in the inside. I myself, being a mortal wizard, believed that this man in front of us who stands accused of such a great wrong was helping me and protecting me. However, I now know that I was wronged and lied to constantly to keep me in the shadows. I have just heard his punishments and now I come in glee over what I may do as a final judgement! However, I am afraid he shall not die, no he can't die! You see how about we allow him to answer this!"

All of the Wizengamot either confused or shocked just looked over at the old man not knowing what to say, those who knew anything about rituals and of the such would know that there are only two things that will give you immortality.

Dumbledore went from pale to solid white then and there.

You could actually almost here a pen drop it was so quiet in the room, all heads turned and all eyes opened wide as the old man cleared his throat to speak.

(Second Floor Bathroom)

Did you say this is the place Tom? It's a bathroom I don't know how a chamber will appear out of nowhere. There is a password child, just like on the portraits. Oh, well that makes sense… um what is the password? The password is simple, it is SsssSSSSss!

Ginny just had time to jump out of the way as the circular washroom started to move outward. Ginny started to cough from the overbearing dust that filled the small bathroom that they were in.

Aiichoo!

Good the chamber has been opened once more! This is only the first step in my plan, now girl! I want you to learn that password, listen to every single part of the hiss from now on. I shall close the chamber for now until the right moment, for now I will take you to a room that you can practice some spells in private. Tell me, have you ever heard of a room that will give you your every desire? No Tom, I haven't. It does sound wonderful though.

Ginny followed her diary's directions and ended up on the seventh floor, that was after she made an idiot of herself and tripped over half a dozen secret stairs. Red faced and all she moved three times thinking, I need a place to train without anybody noticing me. Sure enough, a wooden door appeared and she entered.

The room had barely any light on and she casted lumos to be able to see into the room. There on a stand was a book, just one book; it looked old and beat up with silver and green linings, and a black tome cover. She picked up the book and strained to read the title How to Use the Unforgivables with Ease.

Ginny, shocked like crazy from reading what she had just read and knowing that this was a very bad book and a book that should be destroyed, just stood there trying to add up all of the equations in her little timid head. Why would Tom want to have me learn spells that the ministry doesn't allow? Why am I even following around the ideals and taking orders from a book? O yea…Harry my love, I would so do anything for you…even if it took this.

Ginny sadly looked down at the book, picked it up with a determined heart and read the first page…

(Back at the ministry Wizengamot building)

Dumbledore cleared his throat once more and started to speak. " I uh, I believe what Harry is talking about is that from me using the philosopher's stone that I-" "No! You bumbling imbecile! I know for a fact you have done the same ritual that Lord Voldermont has done himself just to gain the upper hand in the passing ages! But Dumbledore, we all know that there is still one way for your immortality to be reversed. And also, if I am not mistaken, it will be quite painful. The famous Cassandra Potter, the last known great potions master of my great line, created the all-powerful light potion, which was supposedly lost in this modern age. The potion is known as the Unicorns Death potion. Even though a unicorn is a holy light creature, considering it preserves life from death with just a drip. But if I was to slay a willing unicorn, and have you drink its blood while I chanted specific words, the ritual of Immortal Darkness would be reversed. Isn't that right Dumbledore?" Harry ended his questioning of Dumbledore with an all too knowing smirk.

"Harry, as you know I am a light wizard, me taking that deceitful and destructive potion would be one of the last things on my-" "NO DUMBLEDORE WE ALL KNOW YOU DID. PEOPLE OF THE COURT THINK ABOUT IT! HOW LONG HAS THIS OLD FOOL LIVED? WE ALL KNOW THE GREAT SIR NICHOLAS FLAMEL LIVES ON BUT THAT IS BECAUSE HE HAS THE MYSTICAL PHILOSOPHER'S STONE! HOWEVER, YOU DUMBLEDORE ON THE OTHER HAND DO NOT OWN A PHILOSOPHER'S STONE! HENCE, YOU SHOULD NOT EVEN BE CAPABLE OF LIVING AS LONG AS YOU HAVE!"

"Harry this is enough, lets think this through reasonably. I would never use such a dark ritual or even any ritual in general. They will destroy you and mess you up more than it would. And besides, if I was to do such a monstrosity then my features should have changed some, however, as everyone here can see they haven't."

Harry just looked at Dumbledore not knowing what to say or what to do. He knew that the veritsarum had already been used, and that he could not go by that alone. A dark ritual accusation according, to the knowledge he had received, was one of the highest accusations that could ever be made by anyone. But he just didn't care anymore. He was determined, one way or another, to destroy Albus Dumbledore! Harry was so determined that you couldn't look him straight in the eye, mainly because he had this steely glaze that anyone could tell meant I'll get you if I have to use everything I have!

Harry stared back up to the crowd of bureaucrats who had turned up at this quite amusing display of disrespect and destruction of a man of power. "People of the court, I must request for your assistance now, I know that Dumbledore is lying deeply, he has already been tried with veritsarum, the problem now being however, is a need for another dosage. Yes, this may change history, but I don't care! I am young in wisdom, but I for once in my life know that this man is deeply in the dark arts somehow! I now ask that this man a front of us, on trial mind you, be given another dosage of veritsarum, so I can make my final judgment! Will you help me?"

The room went quiet.

Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. They didn't know what to say. Should we help this young man? Should we forget about the boy and go about some other way? How do we know this boy isn't lying to us? How do we know he took a ritual? How do we know…the questions in everyone's minds went on and on. The silence was extreme.

(Gryffindor Tower)
Percy, the snot nosed head boy who believed that the world was his to rule when really he just had it shoved up his ass was standing around bossing everyone around, you know the usual, " You are not supposed to have these items at school! Now hand them here!" " You are to listen to me at all times, I'm head boy!" " Give me that!" You know stuff like that.

But what was really on Percy's mind? No, no, I'm not talking about the midnight astronomy tower snogs with Penelope Clearwater, I'm talking about the concern that was hidden underneath the brats mask, the concern for his sister, his sister had always looked up to him as a role model. But he had not even seen her yet all day and it was already eight-o clock at night. He was supposed to fire-call his mother every night this year that he was here and inform his mother if Ginny Weasley, his younger sister was safe and out of dangers way. Well, he needed to find her before his mom came bursting out of the fireplace threatening to kill him if he didn't find her. So he put the common room on lock-down giving the excuse he had found too many illegal items and had everyone go to bed that night.

He walked out of the tower and started to walk down the first flight of stairs leading to the sixth floor when he heard shuffling feet from a tapestry near by. He started to walk closer to the tapestry to examine the situation, when Ginny appeared out of nowhere flustered and with a serious dark glaze over her usual impish looking red face.

"Ginny is that you? What's wrong? Did somebody say something mean to you or something?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, I need to go Percy, see you around." "Now look here young lady I am appointed by mum to take good care of you and I expect that as a little sister you show me the proper respect that an elder should be shown!"

"Sod off Percy, I need to go find Harry. "

Ginny started to walk back to Gryffindor Tower and Percy starts to run to catch up with her. "What do you mean you need to find Harry?"

"Well Percy, as head boy you should be a little more smarter than I first anticipated. It means I have a need to go in search of a certain person, or do I need to say that a little slower or in a lower vocabulary for you?" asked Ginny in a very dry and monotonous voice. Percy, being head boy had to stand up to this insult.

"Ginny Weasley you do not turn your back on me! Nor do you go and insult me being a head boy or insult me especially as family, namely your brother! I will not put up with your snide comments!"

"Then I guess our discussion is over Percy, please leave me alone before you get hurt!"

Now, let me stop here, Percy: seventeen years old, Ginny Weasley: eleven years old. Hmm, interesting duel that would be eh? "That is it! Five points from Gryffindor! Maybe next time you will show more respect young lady!"

Percy thinking that would make her learn respected gave himself a pat on the back for being so talented at this and was about to turn around to go up to the astronomy tower when Ginny poked him on his shoulder and WHAM! Ginny just punched him straight in the nose, causing Percy to go flying in the air and landing in a heap on the floor against a nearby wall with a bloody nose and an unconscious body.

Ginny continued to move onto the tower not stopping once, not even turning back with any worries or safety precautions for her older brother. A voice in her head just kept saying to her: don't worry about him, he did it to himself, he deserved it. But honestly, didn't that feel good? I just loved it!

A/N Ok I know it is short but don't have a heart attack! It's almost 5 in the morning. I just got like 7 new reviews from a dude name ddmato! Thanks man I needed that for inspiration. And to answer your question I would love you to be my beta reader but I will have Madd Girl do this chapter though because I had asked her first. Ok next chapter expect it to be long, probably will be my longest yet! At least 8,000 words (hopefully). What will go on? I don't know how about you review and guess. Now I need a vote considering I am going out of the way to write this fic.
1. Should there be a sequel going to possibly third year and above or have it end in second year?
2. Should this story go totally OC and have Harry start to use his fame (I have a really evil plan to this plot now if you choose yes!)
3. And finally do you think I should show more Voldermont pov's?