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A/N: Here is chapter 20. I hope you like it.

Madame Bones Office Ministry Of Magic

Harry sat waiting in Madame Bones office. He had asked to see her and his Godfather after the trial, as he was still not happy with the fact that Pansy's ordeal was seen by the entire Wizengamot. Harry then thought about the sentencing and how his headmaster had tried to get him to change his mind. Honestly it is no wonder so many death eaters got away with what they did in the first war. They should have all been executed. After all it was their own fault for following Voldemort in the first place. However knowing the headmaster he saw the possibility of redemption in them. Harry didn't want to know how many families suffered due to the headmaster believe that murderer and rapist could be redeemed. Harry was so caught up in his own thoughts that he failed to hear the door open.

"Lord Peverell, thank you for waiting. So may I ask what you wish to speak to both of us about? I would have thought you would have been happy that justice was served to Mr Flint." Amelia walked around to her desk and took a seat. She gestured for Sirius to also take a seat next to Harry.

Harry paused for a minute. "Madame Bones, I wanted to ask you, why you never informed Miss Slytherin about the possibilities of her memory being seen by the entire Wizengamot. As far as she was concerned, you were the only one who was going to view the memory."

Amelia lounged back in her chair. "Originally we had hoped to keep the memory out of it. Had Miss Slytherin arrived with you then we could have called her to stand to give us the whole story under truth serum. However that wasn't to be. Sirius and I knew that Mr Williamson was an excellent lawyer, so we had to have something that would have thrown him off his game. As you know the Memory sealed Mr Flint fate and prevented Mr Williamson from defending Mr Flint."

Harry shook his head. "That still doesn't give you the right to show such a memory on a mass scale. Miss Slytherin trusted you with that memory."

Amelia went to her drawer and pulled out the signed contract. She then handed it to Harry, who looked at it. Harry wondered why Amelia had given him this. He then noticed she gave him a magnifying glass to look through. Right under Pansy Signature was a load of small print. One of the paragraphs really threw him.

"Should the memory need to be shown to anybody involved with the case,this includes lawyers, members of the Wizengamot or any other professional individual then I give my permission for them to view it also."

Harry handed back the contract, he was fuming. "Rather underhanded don't you think? Even If Miss Slytherin did sign it, this paragraph should have been visible to the human eyes. I am more upset with you Sirius, you didn't mention once this memory was going to be used in the case. Even with all your preparations."

Sirius bowed his head in disappointment. "The reason the knowledge was kept from you was because we knew you would have acted like this. In fact had you known about it before then you would have tried to make sure the memory was not used. This would have given Flint and his lawyer a big advantage."

Harry sighed, Sirius was right, it had been the memory that had confirmed Flints fate. Still that didn't make it right.. Harry was brought out of his thought by Amelia speaking.

"My Lord, if I may, the use of the memory in the trial, may be the least of your problems. I understand the auditorium is filled with journalist, waiting for you to answer questions, on why you saw it fit to go against the Chief Warlock and the rest of the Wizengamot in their sentencing of Mr Flint. I personally stand right behind you. Miss Slytherin had something that could never be replaced taken away from her, and Mr Flint deserved to suffer. However not all in the wizarding world are open minded like myself and a few others."

Harry groaned. "Great so I do something that I feel is justified, and the rest of the wizarding world is going to brand me as the next Dark Lord. So what was I suppose do, allow Flint to go to Azkaban, then when he is released he goes does it again. Another thing, why is Mr Flint on the Wizengamot anyway. If I remember correctly he was one of the wizards Peter Pettigrew mentioned. Speaking of the rat what happened to him?"

Amelia sighed. She had hoped to avoid this chat. Peter had managed to escape a weeks ago, and the Minister had insisted that it was all kept under wraps. To avoid a public scare. In doing so there was no one to give evidence against the other Lords, and some how every piece of evidence had vanished. "Lord Peverell, Mr Pettigrew escaped last week. We are not sure how he did it, but we assumed somehow he used his animal form to escape. In doing so his evidence was lost with him. That is why Lord Flint and the rest of the Lords have been reinstated. It was decided to keep the escape under wraps as the Minister didn't want to scare the public."

Harry's eyes glowed. "When exactly were you going to tell me this? The fact that Peter not only framed my Godfather, he was also responsible for my parents death. If anyone deserved to know that the rat has escaped it is me. Also what do you mean all the evidence as vanished? How is that possible. You and I witnessed the confession first hand."

Amelia sighed. "All evidence is stored within the Ministry vaults. Someone gained access to the vault and removed all the evidence against Mr Pettigrew. We believe it was Dawlish. He has also vanished."

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Everything he had done to see that Peter was captured, he was now free and every piece of evidence against him had mysteriously vanished. Harry's eyes then widened. "Madame Bones who else was informed about Pettigrew's escape?"

Amelia again lounged back in her office chair. She was looking at Sirius. She could see that he was not very happy with the situation, but for some reason he was keeping quiet. Amelia looked at Harry. "The only one who knew, were The Minister, Miss Umbridge his advisor, myself and the chief Warlock Albus Dumbledore.." The word had just left her mouth and already Harry was out the door.

Harry stormed down the corridor of cubicles. "Why that sneaky old bastard. Is there no limit to his dishonesty. A week he had known and yet he had not mention one thing to me. Wait till I get through with him, he won't know what hit him." Harry had forgotten that the auditorium was filled with journalist, soon as he walked out of the lift they all surrounded him like a pack of wolves.

"Lord Peverell, Emma Hanson. Of Witch weekly. Tell me did you sentence Poor Mr Flint to death, because you were jealous of his outstanding good looks."

"Lord Peverell, Rita Skeeter from The Daily Prophet. "You're representative in court mentioned that you wanted to treat Miss Slytherin as a person, instead of an object. Does this mean she will be joining your ever growing list of female companions."

Harry paused. Where the hell had Rita learnt about all his female company? Granted they would know about Tracey and Hermione, but no one else. Just what was Rita getting at anyway? Harry decided to investigate.

"Excuse Miss Skeeter, but would you mind explaining that statement. The only two girls I have at present is my future Lady Peverell and my Future Lady Potter. It is true that I am head of House Gryffindor and House Slytherin, however I have not even began to think that far a head. After all I am only fourteen year old. I gained Miss Slytherin through a slave bond, because of her useless excuse for a father didn't want to pay for her actions. So he took the easy way out and disowned her. If and what I decide to do with her has nothing to do with you or anyone in the wizarding world."

"You just mentioned that you think Lord Parkinson was a coward for disowning his daughter. Is that because you don't agree with the laws of our world. After all it seemed you're more then willing to break the rule and go against the Wizengamot orders when you sentenced Marcus Flint, a fine pure-blood boy to the Dementor kiss."

Harry was doing his best not to hex Rita Skeeter on the spot. "An outstanding, pure-blood boy, are you kidding me. He goes rapes someone and you call him an outstanding pure-blood boy. I removed a dangerous individual from our streets. Mr Flint is not one to learn from his mistakes, and would have attacked someone else on his release. Not to mention the gold I have saved the Ministry who now do not have to worry about looking after him. If you ask me, everyone of those who supported Voldemort … There were gasp as Harry spoke his name. "As I was saying those supported Voldemort in the first war, should have been tried under truth serum and then executed for their crimes. I mean let me put this to you all, how much of your taxes each month is going towards their up keep in Azkaban? The hard gold that you all work for, just to be used to feed murderer and rapist."

Harry noticed a few of the journalist and people gathered around him, were thinking on that point. So Harry decided to carry on anything to turn the attention away from him and his private life. "This government complains about being broke, yet they could make back their looses by executing those who deserve it. Now if you excuse me I really must get back to Hogwarts, after all I am still a student and need to complete my education."

Minister Of Magic Office

Fudge sat looking at the huge crowd below his window. He was suddenly interrupted as his advisor came running in. "Good Morning Minister, and how are you today." Fudge turned to see his advisor, a rather pug looking face woman who had the figure of a toad. She was dressed from head to toe in pink.

"What is so good about it Madame Umbridge. A future head of our world was executed today, and Dumbledore stood idle as a boy of no more than 14 sentenced the young lad to death. I now have Lord Flint on my case. He has now refused to fund my campaigns, honestly I have no idea how I will ever be elected next year.

Umbridge walked around behind the Minister, before placing both her hands on his shoulders. She began to rub gently. "There, there, Minister, cheer up. It so happens that I have a plan how to deal with the young Lord. He has just been bad mouthing this government and saying we have failed in our duties. He is saying that instead of using the public gold to keep prisoner alive in Azkaban, then we should execute everyone within Azkaban. Such a statement like that could be seen as if the young Lord wishes to overthrow this government and make it his own."

Fudge sat up, and turned to his advisor. "Are you mad woman. This boy is not just any Lord, he is heir to two founders not to mention head of two Most Ancient Noble Houses. The boy is a powerhouse, and you expect me to drag his name through the dirt. The idea is public suicide."

Doles went back to rubbing the Minister shoulders."Ah Minister, that didn't stop us from destroying all the evidence to do with the Pettigrew case, did it. The Boy was about to destroy our very world with the amount of heads he had discovered who were in service to He-who-must-not-be-named. Had he succeeded then the Wizengamot would be empty by now. All we need to do is take things slowly, we could destroy his creditability over a few years, it doesn't have to be all in one go. You forget that many of the heads you saved now owe you a debt of gratitude. Call in their debts by asking them to fund your future campaigns and support you. It's the least they can do after you saved their heads."

Fudge laid back in his chair. "I forgot to ask you Doles, what happened to Mr Pettigrew?" Fudge noticed a scary grin appeared on his advisor face. The grin was almost feral.

"You don't need to worry about him any more Minister. He was thrown through the veil as you instructed. He will be no problem any more."

Fudge nodded, and then looked up at his advisor. "Very well Doles, have a letter sent out to all the heads who were listed, I will throw a dinner party this Saturday, and asked that they support me as Minister. As for you, seeing you did such a beautiful job of covering up the whole Pettigrew case, then I leave the Young Lords reputation in your hands, but remember it can't be traced back to me, or I would be ruined."

Doles smiled once more. "Very good Minister. I will take care of the young Lord. He will not be bothering you for a while I sure you." Doles then left the office of the Minister. She had a lot of work to do.

Hogwarts Headmaster Office

Harry walked out of the fireplace to see that the headmaster had been waiting for him. "Good afternoon Harry. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind staying so we can chat a little."

Harry looked right at the headmaster, he could tell Dumbledore had been planning what he was going to say. However Harry wasn't going to give him the chance to speak.

"Oh we will talk alright sir. Firstly what gives you the right to try sway my decision in the Wizengamot this morning? Secondly when were you going to tell me that Peter Pettigrew had escaped? According to Amelia you have known a full week now. Thirdly what is it with you and redemption. These are murderer, rapist and god knows what else, yet you would rather extend the olive branch to them. I bet you now that if I went through every record of the Ministry, every release will involve the accused re-offending again. There is only one way to deal with these scum bags and that have them executed, instead of leaching of the government. Many of them are beyond redemptions headmaster. Yet you still hold out hope for them. Why, why do you believe they deserve saving?"

Albus paused for moment. Harry had given him a lot to digest and he had to make sure each of his answers were able to argue the various points the Young Lord had made.

"Firstly Harry, I tried to stop you in the Wizengamot, because I didn't want your hands stained with blood. I didn't want you to be responsible for the death of a misguided young man, who had his whole world ahead of him, but alas it seems your heart was filled with so much anger and hate that you wouldn't be swayed. Anger and hate is not a good combination to have in one's heart Harry. Another student of mine gave in to the anger and hate and now he is the Dark Lord Voldemort. I tried to prevent you today as I didn't want you following the same path. As for your second question. I felt the escape of Peter Pettigrew was to much of a burden to place on your shoulders Harry. Do you realise this year you have spent more time out of the castle instead of in. You have been side tracked by events that a fourteen year old wizard should not have to face Harry. Now onto your third point. Everyone deserves a second chance Harry. You say redemption is useless, yet you see it before your own eyes in Professor Snape. He was a misguided boy, who allowed his heart to be consumed by jealousy and hate of your father. That alone led to the break up of your mother's friendship with Professor Snape. This made Professor Snape become a guarded individual Harry, and we all know what path he chose. Yet after the death of your parents he saw the light and now is on the right path... Albus dodged a spell as it whizzed past his head. He looked into the eyes of Harry, the old headmaster for the first time in his life was scared for his own safety.

"HOW DARE YOU, USE MY PARENTS DEATH AS SOME SORT OF BEACON OF LIGHT FOR SNAPES CHANGE OF HEART! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU." Instruments all over the office were beginning to shake. The Tower window suddenly shattered outwards. Things started to blow up all the way around the headmaster office.

"Harry please stop, this is doing you no good. You're destroying my office. Maybe using the example of your parents death was a bad decision on my part. I apologise Harry please stop and calm down. I only have your best interest at heart Harry, nothing else."

Harry had used so much magic that he was starting to feel light headed. Suddenly, just like that he collapsed. Everything returned back to normal. The various instruments stopped exploding, and everything was calm once more. Many of the portraits were fluttering around in their frames. They had never seen such a display of magic in one so young. Albus immediately moved to Harry side. He checked his pulse and could feel he was still breathing. Dumbledore sighed in relief. He then threw some powder into the fire place, and called out. "Hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey." Albus watched as the nurses head appeared in the fire.

"Albus what can I do for you. Good Lord what has happened to Harry, Bring him through quickly." Albus wasted no time and levitated Harry's body through the flames where Madame Pomfrey took over and levitated Harry towards his own private bed. Once he was resting, Madame Pomfrey, began to use her wand to scan over him.

"The Poor dear. His magical core is almost depleted. Albus what happened? Why is Harry in this condition."

Albus slumped into the chair nearby. "Its all my fault Poppy. We were talking and I said something that upset him. Upset him such to a point that he completely lost control of his magic. I must inform his various ladies immediately. Oh Poppy what have I done."

A/N: There you go even Harry can use too much magic sometimes. How will the cover within the Ministry effect the future of this story. You will just have to wait and find out.

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