Luna giggled. "Only every other second on our way here, Harry." Umbridge snorted and the glared Harry gave her was cold enough to scar a Dementor for life.

The toad-like woman recoiled as some of the Wizengamot began filing in and Albus, Harry, Luna, Cornelius, and Dolores lost their friendly/playful moods in favor of a professional/serious mood. Soon, the whole of the Wizengamot had arrived and Luna and Harry were forced into separate chairs, much to the reluctance of the latter. He had, actually, thrown a hissy fit at the mere mention of being parted from his Luna. Luna pacified him by promising a few games of Wizard's Chest and then a party for when they received their Hogwarts letters.

"Harrison James Potter-"

"Harrison James Silim Riddle Potter," Harry, Luna, and Albus –surprisingly- corrected. Fudge glared and continued.

"You are here today because you were using Magic outside of school in the presence of a Muggle," growled the Minister. A few people muttered amongst themselves.

"What a coincidence. Thys, Thasti, four Dementors, and some whore-Squib, Mrs. Figg I think, were also there. Isn't that funny that I have three witnesses and Dudley Dursley- My lovely and cute Muggle cousin!!!" Harry exclaimed in mock joy. A woman had to disguise her laughter as a coughing fit.

"Dementors?!" tittered Umbridge, her voice high and girly. Even Luna cringed, muttering about 'toad hags scaring off my precious Nargles'. "What would Dementors be doing outside of Azkaban?"

Harry sighed, trying to reign in his anger. "I've no idea, Toad Lady. You tell me… I, thank God, do not work for this incompetent place called the Ministry of Magic; therefore I lack the control of Dementors."

Dolores opened her mouth and closed it repeatedly, like a retarded fish. Harry sighed and straightened out an imaginary wrinkle on his shirt. "Potter, how dare-" Dolores finally spat, but Harry interrupted her.

"Luna," he whined. "I'm bored."

Luna smiled. "I would tell you what the Nargles said but Miss Umbridge has somehow managed to scare my lovely pets off."

Harry looked crushed. Crushed as in his puppy just got hit by a car crushed. Not the Nargles… Not the Nargles… Tears welled in his eyes and Luna jumped up and hugged him. Albus blinked and stared on in confusion as well as everyone else.

Harry then waved his hand. "Continue." He pulled Luna into his lap and grinned wickedly.

"Where is your witness?" inquired Fudge darkly.

Harry blinked. He stood and, after settling Luna in his chair, began digging around in his pockets. About five minutes later (his arm had disappeared inside his pocket) he pulled his arm out, empty handed. He sighed sadly, hung his head, and whimpered. "I'm sorry… I forgot to put him in my pocket." More of the Wizengamot began "coughing" and Fudge sent them a scowl.

Albus stepped forward and waved his hand like a Jedi. "Enough." The Minister opened his mouth indignantly but the glare from to older wizard shut him up. "Mrs. Arabella Figg is the witness I call to the stand, as I have brought her along. And Thys and Thasti Vael just so happen to be in the Ministry as well." Fudge looked put out but nodded. Moments later, the three aforementioned beings were led into the room. Mrs. Figg took the interrogation seat first.

"Alright, Mrs. Figg?" The woman nodded. "What, exactly, did they look like?"

Mrs. Figg grumbled nervously. "W-well… Um…. One was thin and lanky… And the other was really, very large…"

"Not the boys," tittered Umbridge, "the Dementors." She smiled in a sickeningly sweet way.

Mrs. Figg flushed. "O-oh. Right, of course," she stuttered. "Well… They were tall and cloaked in black… And they floated above the ground." Everyone –including the accused and the accusees- exchanged looks. She sounded as if she was talking about a picture. But her words next had everyone gaping, even Harry. "It felt… Like there would never be any happiness in the world again… Like the point of living had been… Vacuumed out… It was… So cold… So very cold…" She shuddered. Fudge went to speak, but the woman continued on anyways. "It… It brought some of my worst m-memories back…" Fudge stumbled over his words.

"W-well… Mr. and Mr. Vael, your account of what happened is no longer needed." Fudge faced the Wizengamot. "All in favor of prosecuting Harry Potter?" The Minister, Dolores, and a few others raised their hands. "And all in favor of letting him off clean?"

Harry smirked and pulled Luna to him and kissed her. To the Wizengamot and the Minister, he said cockily, "Majority rules."

Fudge sighed. "I missed Harry when he was eleven. He was so obedient and non-evil," he murmured as everyone began leaving. Luna and Harry met Lucius just outside. Harry merely nodded and the trio began the ascent to the lobby. Luna had her arm looped through Harry's and he was dully surveying his surroundings. Once in the lobby, the two teens latched onto Lucius' arms and the adult Apparated away.