Claimed

Chapter 28

The Fight

Moody's fake eye nearly popped out of its socket when he saw the contents of the Daily Prophet. He was a man that had seen many things, but this, this actually shocked the old Auror to his very core. How could he have not known just what his friend had been like? Had he ignored the signs? He couldn't have. He didn't trust many people, to think the one he had trusted as a friend, was worse than the Death Eaters he had killed and arrested during his career as an Auror. He turned the paper away from him, and turned his eye away from the contents he could still see playing before him.

Moody jumped out of his skin when Madam Bones came barrelling into his office. "Have you seen this?" she asked, her monocle was nowhere to be see, her hair was all over the place and she her clothes were completely bedraggled as thought she had dressed hastily and apparated right to the Ministry.

"Unfortunately," said Moody, instead of being upset he decided on getting angry.

"Can I trust you to pick him up?" asked Bones grimly.

"You can," snarled Moody angrily.

"Then go, I've already got Unspeakables getting the others who were being paid by Dumbledore." said Bones looking stricken. No force on heaven or hell will stop her killing Dumbledore if her niece had been harmed. "I'm coming with you, I need to see Susan."

"I cannot blame you," sighed Moody, this was sordid business, one that he never imagined coming true.

Madam Bones made her way into Hogwarts, she asked the Huffelpuff Prefect to get her niece for her. She waited impatiently, her entire form shaking with what she might find. She tried to get her mind off what she had seen, but she couldn't. She had also tried to stop the Prophet being delivered, especially to Hogwarts but had been unsuccessful they had already been sent out. The paper would be there soon if it wasn't already, and all hell would break loose. She had sent someone to make changes to the wards, stop the paper from being able to play the video and turn it into a simple picture. It was horrific enough for her to see, never mind eleven year old children.

"Aunt Amelia?" asked Susan looking confused "What's wrong?"

"Come with me," said Amelia taking her straight to an unused classroom.

"Aunt what's the matter?" asked Susan, she had taken over the Herbology classes since Neville had left.

"Stand still, let me do this," said Amelia, quickly uttering spells and she fell to the floor in relief when her nieces scans came up empty. Dumbledore had never touched her niece, she was so relieved.

"Aunt Amelia?" cried Susan even more alarmed at her aunts strange actions.

"I'm fine sweetie, don't worry," said Amelia. "I want you to go home." she didn't want her in the line of fire.

"I cannot do that! I have a class in half an hour!" protested Susan.

"Listen to me, Susan," said Amelia grabbing her niece. "Dumbledore has done some really bad things, he's going to be arrested and I want you out of the line of fire."

"What bad thing?" asked Susan wide eyed.

Amelia handed over the paper, she was physically incapable of speaking about it - it sickened her too much to even get the words past her throat. She watched Susan read it, watched her drop it, and watched a look of utter revulsion and disgust appear on her face. One that Amelia had never seen on her niece before, and one she wished she didn't have to see.

"I need to remain here…the school and the students are going to be deeply hurt," said Susan adamantly. "Most of the teachers are going to be feeling lost too."

Amelia smiled softly; her niece had grown up to be a beautiful, strong headed woman. Her mother, Amelia's sister, would have been extremely proud of her. Amelia nodded; it was there and then she realized Susan wasn't a little girl anymore. She didn't need her Aunt to protect her from anything. There were other children who did need her help though, children ranging from eleven years old to seventeen years old.

"I'm so proud of you sweetie, and I know for a fact your parents would have been so proud too." said Amelia, cupping her face, she placed a kiss on her cheek before she pulled her into a hug.

"Thanks Aunt Amelia," said Susan hugging her back.

"I must get to the Ministry, I have to do what I can to help," said Amelia, just like her niece was doing at the moment - helping in her own way.

"I'll floo call as soon as I can," said Susan.

"Thanks sweetie, I'll talk to you later," she said opening the door and making her way out of the school. As she was leaving, she saw Moody, or rather heard him going into the Great Hall. She couldn't mistake the clunking of his wooden leg anywhere.

Moody entered the Great Hall, with purpose, with a twisted look of foreboding on his face. That practically screamed that anyone who got in his way would be killed. When he saw Dumbledore it tripled, he couldn't wait for Dumbledore to resist arrest so he could hurt him.

"Ah, Alastor how can I help you?" beamed Dumbledore, but it was slowly trailing off seeing just how pissed off the man was. He was immediately on alert, and even at that - he wasn't prepared for the words coming out of Moody's mouth.

"Albus Dumbledore you are under arrest for sexual assault, bribery, causing bodily harm, misuse of magic and the breaking of your oath as Headmaster, anything you say or do will be used against you in front of the Wizengamont." said Moody.

The hall went deadly silent before it went into an uproar upon hearing the words Moody spoke. They were looking at each other, lost and confused - surely they knew Albus Dumbledore wouldn't do such a thing. Yet they knew better than to think they'd accuse him without proof.

"Prefects' I'd suggest you not let the younger years read the paper today," grunted Moody still making his way up.

"Alastor, you above all else know me best…how dare you accuse me of that, and in front of the students," growled Dumbledore angrily.

"You've been found out old man," growled Moody right back, throwing the newspaper in front of him. Which the teachers were able to see, they moved away from him so fast you'd think he'd had the plague.

Suddenly Dumbledore withdrew his wand, making everyone retreat further. The students were screaming, trying to get away from the obvious ready to fight wizards. The seventh years found a new respect for Moody. He was smirking viciously, not at all scared of Dumbledore.

McGonagall was trying her best to get everyone out of the hall as quickly as possible. Forcing her mind not to dwell on what she had just seen in the paper. As soon as they were out, she forced them all into their common rooms. Sending the house elves to give them fresh food. Closing the windows so no owl would get in and no student could open it to get it. She was in no way going to allow them to see what she had just seen.

"Don't do it, I'll add resisting arrest to your record…it might just be enough to get you the Dementors kiss," sneered Moody.

Dumbledore clapped his hands together, as if calling for Fawkes - he supported a shocked look when he didn't come. He was no longer bonded to Fawkes; the phoenix had abandoned him in his time of need. Moody laughed at him, as if he knew what he was doing. Of course he did, nobody knew him better than Moody did. Which meant the battle would be tricky trying to win.

Fire blasted from Dumbledore's wand as he twirled it around, he had bet Voldemort in a duel he could defeat Moody. Then he would gather his troops and he would kill Harry Potter, and then take down the Ministry - they would all bow before him. They would regret the day they tried to arrest him.

Moody basted water out of his wand, soaking the fire and putting it out. Then the battle really began, levitating statues, blasting curses, dark curses, expelling curses, but Moody kept his own against the powerful old man. Mostly because what he lacked in Magic he made up with in experience. He knew before the spells came out, what they were; he paid special attention to the wand movements.

"Expelliarmus," cried Dumbledore, if he could disarm him he could get out of there. He wished more than ever, the wards were wrecked enough for him to apparate out of there. Unfortunately it wasn't the case, he whooped in triumph when Moody went flying.

Moody fell with a grunt watching Dumbledore lower his wand, stupid move to make, he grabbed his spare wand that was imbedded in leg. Before he sent off a stunning and binding spell at the old fool. You'd think with him being older, he would have more sense. Would have known better than to let his guard down until the enemy was truly taken care off.

He wasn't going to let Dumbledore off that easily, he bound him more securely, his hands behind his back. Removed everything that wasn't his robes from him. Then un-stunned him, he was going to see what people thought of him now.

If Dumbledore thought he would have gotten away, if he had taken Moody he was dead wrong. Every teacher had their wands trained on the Great Hall, looking extremely tense. When they saw Moody bringing Dumbledore out they relaxed, a deep look of impression on their faces. They had been so sure that he would loose, that Dumbledore would come through the door. It's the only door he could have used; the back entrance would have just led to a single room.

"That was worth the wait!" smirked Harry in satisfaction. It was the fifth time he had watched it. He was alone now with Severus, who had watched it for the first time. He had repeated himself, five times with each of the people he had watched it with. Luna, Neville, Fred and George, then Draco, then with Trey and a few other vampires, then Derek when he got back from the Ministry and now with Severus.

"Indeed, now we just have to wait and see when his trial is," said Severus.

"I'm just glad they don't have to know what happened to me," sighed Harry.

"Not that what happened to you is your fault," said Severus passionately, "But there is one memory you need to give them…"

"Yes, the world will know it was me who saved them soon," said Harry proudly.

"Yes they will, the question remains will you forgive them?" asked Severus.

"Will I heck," scoffed Harry, he didn't care anymore - he'd never forgive them for treating him the way they did. He'd stay here, with his mate, go about his business but he wanted nothing to do with the others. Now that he owned the Daily Prophet he could control them. None of them would be making him appear in the paper, he would have his life back and no more lies printed about him.

Life was getting better.

wooohoo a few more chapters then im done and another story is finished! :) loving the updates? hope so lol :) enjoy so what will i do to ron and mione? turn them into house elves? :P R&R PLEASE