LAST TIME

"Cornelius Fudge betrayed the country to Voldemort, you blithering idiot!" Harry growled, not caring who it was. "He purposefully denied his return and stopped all attempts to prepare the country against the threat. He was with Voldemort all along. He wanted to give his master the world on a silver platter! So, that is why, I, Lord Harry James Potter, charge Cornelius Fudge with high treason against the state, along with all his immediate undersecretaries who aided him to do so!"

Pandemonium broke but quietened down in an instant with a bang of Dumbledore's wand.

"Quiet! Do you all realize what has happened? The man you all just saw with Lord Voldemort was Gellert Grindelwald. Two of the most dangerous dark lords the world has ever seen are now fighting together against us, aiming to disrupt the peace we've had for the past decade!" Dumbledore's voice boomed through the atrium.

"Not even a few minutes ago you all saw the proof, with your own eyes, that Harry and I have been telling you the truth for the past six months. We had warned the world of Voldemort's return but this man, Cornelius Fudge, stopped it all by discrediting us, and proclaiming that Harry and I were liars, attention seekers, and delusional individuals. He purposefully stopped investigations and did all he could to ensure that people remained unprepared for what was to come! He and his whole team assured the world that what we were telling was a lie! And, he was successful."

Dumbledore took a deep breath. "We have no more time to waste. Cornelius Fudge has successfully stalled the world enough for his masters! It is time to take action and prepare ourselves! We are facing a threat like we have never before. Two of the most dangerous dark lords are, here again, threatening the world. We all saw the horrors that Lord Voldemort spread. Some, even what Grindelwald did. This is not the time to dally! We must prepare and take quick action!"

Whispers broke out in the atrium as Amelia stepped forward and cuffed Fudge before stunning Percy, who had moved to stop her.

"Aurors, go arrest Undersecretary Umbridge," Amelia ordered quietly.

"If you proceed downstairs into the Department of Mysteries, Amelia, you would find several Death Eaters in chains along with some of my Order members standing guard over them," Dumbledore added. "And, call the Wizengamot. This war just got a lot more complicated."


Ch.64 Plans in motion

29th December 1995

Atrium of British Ministry of Magic, London

"No!" A sharp wail of despair tore through the air as Nymphadora Tonks collapsed next to the body of her mother which was covered by a white satin sheet.

"Mom. Mom. MOM!" She shouted, trying to shake her mother awake but she didn't break her slumber. She never would.

Flashes of his time with the woman he had called Aunt flashed through Harry's mind before he clamped them down.

He couldn't afford to weep here. Not now. He needed to be strong for both Nymphadora and the whole country.

"Mum, mum… please you cannot do—"

"Nymphadora," Sirius said softly, kneeling next to the sobbing girl. "Come here, kid."

She didn't budge as she continued to hug her deceased mother while sobbing, trying to make her regain consciousness.

"Nymphadora, it will be okay. She wouldn't want you to cry."

"Why did she have to be the one killed, Sirius? Why?" She sobbed.

Harry forcibly tore his eyes away from the scene as Nymphadora sobbed over her mother's body, her hair flickering through a rainbow of colors while Sirius tried to console her.

Around the atrium, the other ministry employees barely gave them a passing look as they continued to move around, doing their duties while whispering to each other.

"Potter and Dumbledore—"

"I saw you-know-who standing right there along with the old man—"

"—kept it all under wraps on orders from you-know-who."

"Grindelwald, the old dark lord whom Dumbledore defeated—"

"—telling the truth all along."

"— Aurors were going to be disbanded by Fudge—"

"Fudge was serving you-know-who all along—"

"I am fleeing Britain with my wife and child—"

"Harry," A voice cut through the whispers echoing in Harry's ears.

"Professor. How is it going?" Harry asked as chunks of stone flew back into the wall to his left, repairing it.

"Cornelius Fudge and the other Death Eaters we faced down in the Department of Mysteries have been secured. The Death Eaters are going to be administered the somnous potion till they can stand trial once and for all before being executed." Dumbledore replied as he stared mournfully at Nymphadora crying over Andromeda's body.

"And the Wizengamot?"

"Emergency meeting at ten tomorrow morning. I even talked to the media and have requested them to stay away from the Black family today to give them time to mourn. Details will be all over the Prophet tomorrow morning."

"Thank you." He replied sincerely as Nymphadora's sob punctuated his reply.

"There have been concerns for the damages sustained. Some are calling us to pay for these repairs. Not that anyone would have the guts to say it to our faces, obviously."

Harry hummed lightly as he glanced around the Atrium. Even with the clean-up halfway through, the Atrium looked deplorable. Chunks of concrete and stone from the floor and the walls were missing. Not a single glass stood in the whole Atrium. The once pristine entrance to the ministry was now nothing but a shell of its former glory.

The most visible of damage was the hole in the middle of the atrium that showed the floor below. And that was not to mention the molten tiles and stones that had now solidified unevenly all over the place.

Harry watched dispassionately as the rubble of two collapsed floo fireplaces were levitated away, clearing the space. The fireplaces would have to be re-enchanted and connected to the Floo Network of the main ministry for them to be functional again.

"Unhand me this instant!" A high-pitched scream of rage echoed through the Atrium, making heads turn. "I am the undersecretary for the Minister of magic! I will have your jobs for this! I will—"

A beam of red light hit her back and she slumped. Only the Aurors holding her had kept her from hitting the floor.

"Looks like Dolores is finally getting what she deserves," Dumbledore commented as they watched a stupefied Umbridge being dragged away into one of the elevators by the team of Aurors.

"Well, everything went as we planned. Except for Grindelwald showing up out of the blue. I am quite curious as to how no one has noticed his absence from the prison so far. He escaped from the most secure prison in the world. Someone should've noticed his absence. And that is not to mention, that he arranged an assassination attack on me while sitting in his cell, locked behind the highest security in the world. Even sending a normal letter without its contents being known should've been impossible, much less arranging an assassination attempt on one of the most famous figures in the world."

"True. But, unfortunately, I have no idea as to how he did it. Gellert was always resourceful. And intelligent. He had taught himself all magic that he could learn. There was barely a field of magic he didn't teach himself or was knowledgeable about. You know, he loathed plants and herbology as a whole. But, his knowledge of the subject was enough to teach a NEWT class. Theoretical knowledge, of course."

"Why do you think he joined Voldemort? People like them… or at least, Voldemort would never share an iota of power with anyone. Especially, not when he has to share it equally. Grindelwald would settle for nothing less than equal power to Voldemort in decision-making. And, that is not to mention, he might bring in his Knights."

"I think the reason for Tom going to Grindelwald is rather simple. Desperation. Desperation makes people do things they would never do. Tom was desperate. He was weak from his thirteen-year death stint, influentially speaking of course. And, He still couldn't face you and me alone. So he needed to balance the power in some way. Whom better than a former, much successful Dark Lord whom the world had bowed to in terror?"

"Okay…" Harry drawled uncertainly. "But what of Grindelwald? A partnership has to be both ways. Grindelwald… you know him better, but why would he team up with someone like Voldemort? Like, come on. If the man could arrange an assassination on me while sitting in his prison cell, he can surely arrange a prison break to save himself."

Dumbledore ran his hand through his beard before sighing defeatedly as his shoulders slumped. "I… really cannot fathom why he did what he did. The best I can speculate is that he wanted revenge on me or wants the Elder Wand back. But, that doesn't make complete sense. Not with the prison break theory you posed."

"Is it possible that he was planning an uprising all along? Waiting for the right opportunity to strike?"

"He had fifty years, Harry. Fifty. It has been a very long time, Harry, even with his magical power cut off by the wards of the cell, he was far from helpless it seems, if the evidence is anything to go by."

Harry pursed his lips. If Dumbledore couldn't guess why Grindelwald joined hands with Voldemort, only one person could give him that answer. Grindelwald himself.

So, it was fruitless. For the time being anyway.

"What of the ICW?"

The moment the news of Grindelwald's return to power reached the ears of foreign ministries, the ICW was going to be in some deep shit. Some really deep shit.

"I am expecting a letter, summoning me back to its halls by today noon," Dumbledore said, glancing at his pocket watch. "And a full ICW council by tomorrow morning if I have to predict, with the session being led by nations like France and the United States. If I had to predict, I would be back as the Supreme Mugwump by this time tomorrow."

Harry glanced at his wristwatch. Quarter to two in the morning. While most of Magical Britain slept, a shitstorm had erupted in the heart of the country. Harry could only imagine the chaos that would follow in a few hours when the Daily Prophets would be delivered to almost every house in Britain.

Harry looked back at Andromeda's dead body before averting his eyes, laying them back on Dumbledore.

"What are the casualties?"

"Only Mrs. Tonks for the Order. There have been injuries, of course, but nothing to be concerned about much. Everyone should be back on their feet by the time the term starts. The main problem is that a few of the Death Eaters… and likely, the Knights of Walpurgis who participated in the fight have escaped."

"Sir… do you really think that—"

"The Knights of Walpurgis may be an old thing. But, Grindelwald supporters are rather substantial in several parts of the world. And, not all of his men from the time of his reign are dead. Many still live. Some of them might have been a part of the enemies we fought today."

"Likely," Harry nodded, remembering the brute man who had tried to choke him while shouting proficiencies in what he had assumed to be German.

"Do you think we should kill the Death Eaters we captured? Voldemort and Grindelwald might already be planning to free them."

"Their trial will be held before the end of this week, Harry. We will push for their execution and I do not think there would be much opposition to the motion. The Death Eaters sympathizers might vote against it but it should not be enough."

"Two-thirds for execution, right?" Harry asked.

"Indeed. A two-thirds majority is always needed for decisions like impeachment and execution."

"And what if the motion fails?"

"It won't," Dumbledore replied. "I will call in favors if needed. But, every vital motion we plan to put forth in tomorrow's emergency session will be passed."

Harry licked his dry lips. "Well, if you are sure."

"I am, Harry. We will make the motion pass."


29th December 1995

British DMLE Holding Cells, London

Cornelius Fudge sat despondently in his holding cell, banging his head on the wall as he cursed himself for his stupidity.

Potter and Dumbledore had been telling the truth all along. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had indeed returned from the dead.

How he wished he had heeded them. If he had, he wouldn't be here, sitting under the crushing weight of the guilt he felt for his admittedly stupid actions.

But he hadn't heeded to them and, now here he was, in a holding cell for the DMLE, under arrest for High Treason against the state. High Treason. The highest degree of crime there was, placed even above serial killing. And that not to mention the accusation of being in league with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named of all people.

He was many things, but he was not a Death Eater. Never.

All he had done was to do what he thought was the right course of action. He had seen a plot that had never existed and believed himself to be the savior of magical Britain.

And now, he had been deemed a criminal of the highest order. If proven guilty, he would be executed by sundown on the very day of his trial.

It was all so unfair.

"Good Morning, Cornelius," A serene voice greeted, making his eyes snap open.

Albus Dumbledore stood before him, wearing the midnight blue, star-studded robes he had worn when battling the two Dark Lords alongside Potter. But, they were noticeably cleaner and mended as compared to when he had last seen him.

"Dumbledore," Cornelius breathed. "I— I am— I do not know what to say."

Dumbledore smiled at him faintly, as his silver beard reflected in the minimal lighting of the cell. With a wave of his wand, the holding cell expanded and a plush armchair appeared next to Dumbledore.

"An apology might be an excellent way to start," He stated as he took a seat on the armchair, looking down at Fudge who sat on the floor, leaning against the cell's stone wall.

The man averted his eyes. "I think my mistakes are beyond an apology, Du— Headmaster."

"Good. At least you understand the gravity of the situation we find ourselves in. You especially, dear boy."

He didn't even have the energy to put on a self-deprecating smile. "High Treason. The highest crime in the eyes of the law."

"Indeed."

"But I am no Death Eater. I swear, I never supported him. What I did… was…" Fudge trailed off, unable to put his thoughts into words as his voice broke into a muffled sob.

"I am aware that you are not a Death Eater. Your actions were born out of fear and the irrational urge to avoid the truth, fruitlessly hoping that by ignoring it, the truth would become… a lie."

Fudge closed his eyes, hoping the wall would swallow him. Or the ground would erupt and kill him. Anything.

Nothing happened.

"I hope you are aware that you will be in front of the Wizengamot in a few hours from now, standing trial for your crimes. If proven guilty—"

"I will be executed by sundown. I am aware. I… just want you to know that I am— I am willing to do anything to make amends for my mistakes. If I could turn time back—" His voice broke as he adamantly refused to meet Dumbledore's eyes. Or look at him for that matter.

How could he? He had single-handedly brought doom on Britain if not the whole world by his actions. He had not been alive to witness Grindelwald's war but had heard enough of the atrocities committed. And that was not to mention He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The Dark Lord's mere name was enough to make every cell of his body cower in terror.

And he had wronged the very man whom even He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named feared. The man, who was sitting right in front of him.

Dumbledore sighed. "Unfortunately, it is not possible to turn back time in the way you wish. But what you can do is make amends."

Fudge perked up instantly, his eyes moving to Dumbledore's solemn face. A flame of hope ignited in his heart. A hope to correct his blunder or at least, run damage control.

"Anything," He breathed. "I am ready. Just tell me."

"I hear that you have amassed quite a wealth in your years as the Minister, both with your salary… and other means."

Fudge flinched.

"Yes," Dumbledore continued. "But, you have no immediate family, so to speak. No wife, no children, no next of kin. In this case, upon your death, your fortune will be sealed in Gringotts for a while, until ultimately being confiscated by the Goblins after a quarter century of the Fudge name being wiped out. Unless of course, you have made a will in which case, the fortune would be distributed to the concerned parties."

Fudge nodded, eagerness brimming in his eyes. He had no family, so to speak. The closest family he had were his second and third cousins, who he had little to no relation with. He had not bothered to make a will either.

"I would donate every single knut of it to the ministry if it means that it will— that it will lighten the impact of my mistakes."

Dumbledore just nodded in assent.

"It might also help to reduce your sentence from execution to permanent exile. Unfortunately, you are out of the office for the time being in the light of the charges you face."

Fudge averted his eyes once more. His position as the minister was far from his thoughts right now, being completely eclipsed by the weight of his mistakes.

If he had just listened to Dumbledore and taken the steps he was asked to take…

"I have no desire for a position of power any longer. My mistakes prove that I am incapable of holding any office, much less of the Minister of Magic."

"You were not a bad Minister, Cornelius. You just made an error of judgment. A grave one, but just an error nonetheless."

Trust Dumbledore to make me feel better and worse at the same time.

"I— is there anything else that I can do?"

"Do not resist the motion to permanently dismantle your administration. I do not know if you will be asked to defend against it, but if you are, do not resist. Because passing the motion to elect a minister right there on the spot is extremely vital for us in this war. And, Lord Voldemort may interfere with its results if there is any delay in the election."

Dumbledore's tone left no doubt as to how grave the situation was.

"I agree. I will not defend my impeachment, even if I am asked to. And, I will even accept any and all punishment the Wizengamot council feels fit to levy on me."

"That is all I ask. The donation, your willingness to accept and make amends for your mistake, hopefully along with your answers under the truth serum, as a trial for high treason demands, might just push the case in your favor a bit. And by that, I mean a permanent exile instead of a lifetime of prison or worse, your outright execution." Dumbledore said as he got up from his chair.

With a flick of his wand, the chair he had sat on vanished into nothingness as the room began to shrank to its original size.

Fudge grimaced, as his accommodations were restored. A part of him wished that Dumbledore would've left the chair and the expansion charms on. But, he didn't have any right to ask anything from the headmaster. Not in light of his recent actions.

"I will try to push for treason rather than high treason for your cooperation, Cornelius. And remember, just because someone stumbles and loses their way, doesn't mean they're lost forever. You making an effort to amend your mistakes make you a better man than most. I wish you luck for the trial."

"Headmaster," Fudge called as Dumbledore turned to leave.

"Yes?"

"I… do not know if I will see tomorrow's sun. I have no idea what is going to happen. But, if I don't live… I have two last requests to make of you."

Dumbledore continued to stare inquisitively at him.

"Defeat them. Vo— You— you-k— Voldemort and Grindelwald. Don't let them win. And… and please tell Mr. Potter that I am sorry for my actions against him for all its worth."

Dumbledore just smiled before disapparating from his cell.

Fudge didn't even bother to wonder how Dumbledore had done what he just did as he leaned back against the wall of the cell, staring into nothingness as he awaited his fate.


29th September 1995

Courtroom Twelve. British Ministry of Magic.

Pandemonium.

That was the only word that could describe the atmosphere of courtroom twelve of the ministry of magic as Harry walked into the place. Even the members of the Wizengamot had formed their own small groups and were discussing in rapid, hushed tones about the crisis that the country faced.

All around the courtroom, men and women in blood-red uniforms stood alert, with their wands in their hands. A huge part of the force was concentrated near the public gallery where witches and wizards had gathered in hordes to witness the proceedings of the courtroom. In both the corners above the courtroom floor, more than a score of journalists and cameramen occupied the media boxes along with two Aurors in each box.

In other words, the security was tight. The public in the viewing gallery was even divested off their wands and all other magical items bar the clothes they wore on their body and their boots. Even Wizengamot members, including himself, had been probed with three different security detectors before entering the chambers.

Thankfully, he had been informed of the security beforehand and had only carried his wands with him aside from the robes he had worn and the Basilisk-hide vest underneath it.

The security wizard outside had been about to raise a fuss about the armor and the secondary wand but Scrimgeour and Kingsley had swooped in and let him through, following behind him.

Even now, Kingsley stood right beside him while Scrimgeour had taken off to see the security. For now.

After the events of the night, Amelia had insisted on providing him, Sirius, and Dumbledore with security for the duration of the trial. Dumbledore and him because of them fighting Voldemort and Grindelwald and Sirius because he was a target to get to Harry.

Suddenly, the conversations around him became even more hushed as people stopped and stared at him as he walked in. The topics of the conversation instantly diverted to him.

"Harry Potter—"

"He fought them with—"

"—Our savior."

"—Will defeat you know who like he did all—"

" —is the chosen one."

Harry walked faster to his seat, unwilling to talk with the other members for now. Especially in the overly positive light the prophet had painted him in, on the first page of the morning's newspaper, no less.

Kingsley followed obediently behind him, looking around for threats.

"Harry," Cyrus Greengrass greeted gravely as he walked into the Most Noble and Most Ancient row of seats.

"Cyrus," Harry sighed.

"Grindelwald… where did Grindelwald come from?" He whispered.

"I have no idea. Neither does Dumbledore. We will tell you all more in the next order meeting." Harry assured, making Lord Greengrass nod.

"Also, I am sorry to hear about Andromeda. I know that she was a close part of the Black family."

Harry just gave him a nod and went to the Potter seat before sitting down. Kingsley stepped up beside his table and immediately tapped a rune in the middle of the metal disk, the size of a muggle CD that was present on the table.

The disk glowed with yellow light as Kingsley stepped back. A moment later, a dome of glowing yellow energy formed all around Harry and shimmered for a few moments before becoming transparent.

Portable 360-degree protective dome shields. Quite useful in high-profile Wizengamot sessions like these. If someone attacked a person protected by the shield, the shield would take the first couple or so spells before shattering, but giving the security enough time to move in. They had been created during the Grindelwald war in 1945 and had been removed from storage for the trial. Well, their improved versions had been anyway.

The problem with them was that the discs had to be fixed in a place while in use. And not to mention, fairly expensive. And that was not to mention, once the shield broke, the runes on the disc happened to burn out, making it only a one-time use article.

And that was why people didn't roam around carrying one in their pockets or had several installed around their homes.

"Harry, I will be sitting right behind you. But, do not move out of the radius of this shield. Anything you want to speak can be spoken from here and heard from here."

"Thank you, Kingsley," Harry said, taking a thin cardboard file out of an enchanted pocket in his robes and placing the file on his desk.

Opening it, he skimmed through the pages, revising what was written on the pages by Dumbledore. His finger moved across the neat flowing script, down the page. He hadn't had the time to read all of it thoroughly yet but knew its contents fairly well. The pointers were just for reference today.

Also, reading it gave him some work to do rather than staving off people's stares and whispers. He also ignored the flashes of yellow lights as people began to take their seats and activated the safety shields.

Aurors were continuously milling around, secrecy sensors and other devices whirling or blinking in their hands while they kept an eye on everyone.

What drew his eyes was when a gaggle of Aurors and Hitwizards entered through the doors, surrounding someone. Raising himself a bit, he saw the occupants of the circle.

Amelia, Sirius, Dumbledore, Susan, Augusta Longbottom, and Griselda Marchbanks, who happened to be the current Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot since Dumbledore was removed from his positions.

He had no clue as to what Augusta Longbottom was doing with the party but waved it off as he saw her conversing in rapid tones with Dumbledore and Amelia.

After another look, Harry returned to his reading as he turned to the next page of notes. His right leg began to bounce as he skimmed through the rest of it, once and for all.

"Hey, Harry," A voice called, breaking Harry's attention.

He stopped his foot from bouncing as he turned to see his girlfriend. "Susan."

With a glance around the courtroom, he saw that Dumbledore was seated next to Griselda Marchbanks instead of his normal seat and both of them were chatting with Augusta Longbottom.

Amelia had taken the seat of Fudge already. Nothing illegal as the Head of DMLE was in charge of the ministerial duties in absence of the Minister of Magic. Especially in cases like these.

Half a dozen Aurors surrounded the party, keeping just out of earshot. Sirius, on the other hand, had already taken his seat on the chair of Lord Black, his gray eyes looking stoically everywhere. Connie Hammer stood behind his chair, a few feet away, looking alert.

Harry suspected that more than half the auror force and Hitwizard force were running on nothing but pepper-ups and caffeine like he was.

Susan leaned forward, coming closer to his desk, almost touching the dome shield. "Do you think there is going to be an attack today?"

Harry moistened his lips, as he continued to look around the courtroom. "I don't think so. Not with this much security. Half the Auror and Hitwizard force is here. Plus both Dumbledore and I are here. Even Voldemort isn't insane enough to attack here."

Susan hummed before looking up at him again. "Also, where's Daphne?"

Harry glanced to his right where Lord Greengrass sat, chatting with Lord Albertos.

"I don't think he brought her with him today. Plus, she is just the Heiress and her presence isn't really necessary for a public proceeding like this unless the lord of the family deigns so."

Susan rolled her eyes. "Don't justify. Ask Cyrus where's Daphne."

"You can do it yourself," Harry muttered.

"Well, you are nearer."

Harry sighed and turned to Cyrus.

"Cyrus," Harry called, gaining the other Lord's attention. "Why isn't Daphne with you today? I expected her to be here."

"I told Daphne to stay at the manor because even Astoria was demanding to come with me. They are a handful together and really not something I wished to handle during a Wizengamot meeting." Cyrus replied. "I asked them both to stay at home. Daphne will hear the proceedings on the wireless if she wishes."

"Cool," Harry nodded. He had personally seen how quarrelsome they both could be with each other, especially Astoria, and it definitely wasn't something to do in such a high-profile session.

"By the way, you read the Prophet today, didn't you? Because I feel you might just want to base off some of your influence today on those articles."

Harry wrinkled his nose. "The chosen one."

Cyrus's lips quirked. "Just a thing to add to that long list of names. You already had the savior's title."

"I do not care for the names and titles the Prophet gives me. I have my official titles as Lord Potter and as Heir Black. If I want to add, I will put the Order of Merlin, First Class in. The rest… I simply do not care for their existence."

Cyrus gave him a full-blown grin before his eyes flickered past his right shoulder and he gave a customary nod of greeting. Harry's head turned and he saw Augusta Longbottom and Sirius walking down the row toward them. Hestia Jones was following them, wearing her blood-red Auror robes. She was Sirius's security detail for the day.

Augusta Longbottom's sharp, hawk-like brown eyes roved over the Wizengamot once before she paused and took her seat beside Susan. Sirius on the other hand, continued, giving each one of them a nod of greeting as he walked down to the end of the row to the Black seat. The only seat that remained unoccupied was the Selwyn seat between Lord Albertos and Sirius.

Harry wrenched his eyes from the Lords and turned to Susan and found her already roped into a conversation by Augusta Longbottom. Having nothing to do, he turned his eyes back to the file lying on his desk.

"Members of the Wizengamot," Marchbank's amplified voice boomed through the courtroom. "We shall begin the meeting at ten, sharp. Please take your seats."

Harry glanced at his watch. Not even two minutes to ten. All he needed to do was wait.

He proceeded to look around the courtroom. Witches and wizards were walking up and down the rows, proceeding to take their seats. The public gallery was filled to the brim with witches and wizards who had come to witness what was happening.

The Aurors, though, were unmistakable even in the crowded public gallery.

Speaking of security, Kingsley was seated on a chair right behind him. He was tapping his wand against his leg, as his eyes continued to dart around with unnerving alertness. Scrimgeour stood, leaning against the wall to Harry's left, near the Longbottom seat while Hestia Jones stood near Sirius, covering the right of the row.

Directly in front of him, Griselda Marchbanks was seated with Amelia to her left and Dumbledore to her right, making Harry raise his eyebrow. Dumbledore should be in the Order of Merlin row. Not in the front. But then again, he was Dumbledore.

Flashes of yellow light reflected on the shining tiles of the circular chamber as the shields were activated. The Wizengamot was in full attendance, except for the members who were behind bars or dead.

A gong reverberated through the chamber a minute later as Harry felt a prickle of magic on his skin. The doors of the chamber locked themselves and so did the public gallery and the media gallery.

"The doors have been sealed," Griselda Marchbanks announced. "I, Griselda Marchbanks, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, call the Emergency Wizengamot session of twenty-ninth December 1995 to order. Let the session begin."


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