Welcome one, welcome all, to another exciting chapter of Bad Moon Rising, and oh, boy has the mob spoken and like the Roman Emperors of old, I shall deliver!
Umu!
In this chapter, we get to see the setup for the sham of a trail for Harry, Fudge getting roasted, and a Queen stepping from the Shadows.
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On with the show!
Harry Potter.
Harry didn't know how long he had been unconscious and his memories from before that were hazy at best, he remembered the day he had with Sirius and Atalanta, the smiles and laughter, the movies, archery, and arcade. But after getting to the Tesco it got foggy, the thick fear and bloody rage were the sharpest bits of it followed by the Hunt growling in his mind with the want for blood; after that was just darkness.
He woke up in a small room with nothing but a cot and loo in it, the walls were made from black stone with strips of metal lining the top and bottom with runes carved into them, and a thick iron door with two slots was set into a wall, one small slot near eye level and another larger one at waist height. His jacket was missing and his arm was burning in pain and he found out why as soon as he looks down. The curse scars from using the Gáe Bolg had reopened back up, right to his mid-bicep, the open wounds were scabbed over in some places as dried blood made his shirt stick uncomfortably to his body. Harry struggles a bit as he sits up, a chill had settled deep into his bones, a familiar chill accompanying the slamming of the cupboard door and the screams of his mother and father, Harry knew what was causing it before reaching into himself and carefully opening the tap to just a drip before relief flooded him. The Hunt drove away the chill and screams along with the aches and pains from his arm.
"Hel-" Harry tries to say, his voice coming out hoarse and raspy before he coughs and swallows trying to get rid of the parchedness of his throat, "Hello! Is anyone on the other side of the door? Just know if you're a Death Eater, I will beat your ass!" Harry yells out, his voice cracking a few times before seeing the smaller slot slide open and a pair of eyes look into the cell.
"Mister Potter," the heavy voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt calls out, confusing Harry for a moment, he knew that Kingsley was a member of the Order and the few times they spoke he had called him Harry; then it hit Harry, Kingsley was also an Auror, "Please remain laying down with your hands in full view, we will be with you in a moment with a healer," He orders Harry before sliding the slot shut once more with a heavy clank.
"That's easy to do," Harry thinks to himself as he lays back down, his body felt beat up and he could barely move his arm, even with the hunt pumping through him, it doesn't take long before the slot opens again and Kingsley speaks once more.
"Mister Potter, we will be opening the cell door momentarily, know that if you take any action to try and escape, we will use lethal force if required and that anything you do to anyone that comes into the cell will be held against you in court, do you understand me?" Kingsley asks with a flat and hard voice, sounding like someone who would take no shit from anyone.
"Ah, Yes sir?" Harry offers before the slot closes once more and the large iron door vanishes before Kingsley, another man carrying a black bag with a green patch over the shoulder of his Auror robes, and a third man following him come into the room. The last man turns to the doorway after stepping into the room and waves his wand and replaces the door before taking a position at the side of the room with his wand out and a cold blank look on his face while eyeing Harry.
Kingsley stands with his back against the wall opposite the cot Harry was laying on as the Auror with the green emblem of a crossed bone and wand walks up to Harry, "Alright Mister Potter, I need you to sit up slowly to where your injured arm is facing me if you please," He asks politely, and Harry does what is asked so the healer can take care of his arm.
"Good evening Mister Potter," Kingsley greets him in the same hard and cold tone he had talked to him in before, "I am Senior Auror Shacklebolt," He says gesturing to himself before gesturing over to the man by the door, "That is your arresting Auror, Auror Dawlish," he says as the Auror nods his head toward Harry, "And this is Senior Healer for the Auror department McMalice, he'll be looking over wounds,"
"Where am I?" Harry asks as the healer takes his arm into a firm hold to inspect it.
"Before I can answer any questions, Mister Potter, I need to read your rights," Kingsley says with a cold look on his face, Harry frowns at him, but nods, "You are under arrest by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and will be held while waiting for your trail in front of The Wizengamot, you have the right to remain silent and know anything you say or do will be held against while you are in holding for your trail, you have a right to a barrister if you can afford one, the rights of your house is forfeited until such time you are proven innocent, do you understand these rights as they have been told to you?" Kingsley asks Harry as the healer vanishes the scabs before dousing his arm in a potion from his bag.
Harry hisses at the stinging potion, "Everything but the last part, ah, sir," he says through gritted teeth.
"While in the custody of the DMLE, all rights that your house, the houses of Black and Potter in this instance, that they had negotiated when joining the Wizengamot have been stripped from you," Kingsley says, his arms folded behind his back looking every bit of the soldier he was, "It means that you are, in all instances no longer a lord or heir, but a regular citizen and will be treated as such," he tells Harry as the healer begins to spell a potion directly into his wounds.
"I wouldn't know what any of those are," Harry says in discomfort.
"They wouldn't matter anyway, Mister Potter," the Auror by the door says, looking at Harry with hard eyes.
"To answer your early question, Mister Potter," Kingsley says, drawing Harry's short attention span back to him, "You are in a DMLE holding cell until the time of your trial which will be taking place tomorrow at one o'clock in the afternoon and is A closed court trial, which means that only the houses of the Wizengamot may attend and vote on," Kingsley tells Harry, adding the last bit on for Harry sake and the boy nods.
"Can I ask what I'm being charged with, ah, sir?" Harry asks as the healer starts to apply a thick paste to the inside of his wounds which thankfully no longer hurt.
For the first time since Kingsley had entered the room, Harry sees a flicker of emotion cross his face; annoyance, but it was aimed at Harry, but as something else by how his eyes flickered towards the door and back to Harry before the man lets out a sigh, "You are being charged with the use of dark magic in the attempt of creating Inferni, Mister Potter as well as the deaths of two ministry employees," Kingsley says the last part with a role of his eyes.
"I killed two Aurors?" Harry asks, shocked.
"Hardly," Dawlish mutters under his breath.
"No, Mister Potter, no Auror was harmed during your arrest, I'm talking about the two Dementors you killed with your spear," Kingsley says before narrowing his eyes at Harry, "Do you not remember this?" he asks.
Harry blinks as the Healer finishes up with his arm before looking down at the floor with a blank look, it's foggy, but he does remember the cold chill of the Dementors and the smell, …the smell! "Fomorians," Harry says under his breath in shock.
"Come again, Mister Potter?" Healer McMalice asks with a raised brow.
"Um, kinda?" Harry says, swallowing a bit, "Everything is a bit foggy, but I remember the Dementors now that you mentioned them, their ministry employees?" Harry asks, confused that those things counted.
"Only technically," Kingsley says with a bit of disgust in his voice, "I would say they're like muggle service dogs, but I don't want to insult man's best friend like that," Kingsley says with a shrug before he turns to McMalice, "Is there anything wrong with Mister Potter that would affect his memory?" he asks the healer who had conjured a sling for Harry and was helping him get his arm in it.
"No, but short-term memory loss isn't unheard of when dealing with a mixture of Dementor exposure and stunning spells," McMalice says before bending down to close his Doctor Bag, "Should wear off in a few hours, the brain just needs to catch back up," he says, turning to Harry with a smile and a nod, "Now, per oaths and orders, The patient, Harry j Potter, has been treated to the best of my abilities, it is my recommendation that he leaves his arm in a sling for the next few days to rest as well as to change the bandages on his arm every six hours," the healer tells Shacklebolt before the Auror nods.
"Thank you, Healer McMalice, we will see to that," Kingsley says before Harry also thanks the Healer and he was escorted out of the cell by Auror Dawlish before Kingsley turns back to Harry, "I am required to inform you that we have confiscated your wand, jacket, and spear," he says before flicking his wand as the door and it glows a light green for a second, "What I shouldn't be informing you of is as soon as we got our hands on it, Minister Fudge and Lucius Malfoy tried to have your spear confiscated from us, but both were beaten by the Department of Mysteries who took your jacket, wand, and spear for testing," he says quickly before dismissing the spell on the door.
"Why my jacket?" Harry asks, while his wand and spear were special to him, the Jacket he's owned since Sirius had given to him all those years ago.
Kingsley raises a brow at the question, but answers it, "Your jacket is made out of Dragonhide and Basilisk skin as I'm sure you know, as well as an unknown metal fiber, and is technically classified as Armor, and for security concerns, we can't have you wandering around with that on," he says giving Harry a look, Harry frowns before cursing and nods his head in understanding.
"Good, your barrister and head of the house should be here with some of Molly's home cooking soon enough," Kingsley says with a small grin and a nod before telling Harry to lay back down and rest before leaving himself and Harry couldn't help but to wonder what the fuck was an Inferni?
Harry would learn soon enough only an hour later when Sirius and Ted showed up, the Aurors had transfigured a table and chairs from the cell walls and floor that were firmly bolted into place, and as Harry ate, Ted had laid it all out for him. An Inferni was a dead body reanimated through dark magic, Necromancy in other words, which was punishable by up to thirty years in Azkaban. Harry was confused by this because he hadn't even known what an Inferni was before this moment, that was until Ted showed him the evidence. A pile of dead bodies that had dug their way out of their plots and had a powerful dark residual magic clinging to them in a cemetery, a very familiar cemetery, the same cemetery where Voldemort was resurrected, the same one where the Morrígan was released.
Ted didn't even need to tell Harry what the auror department had found to link him to the scene of the crime, Harry already knew. It was his Holly wand, the one that Voldemort had destroyed when they had their duel in the graveyard, he had left it behind in his rush to escape with his life. The good news however was that his wand was the only piece of evidence they had, and the Ministry had forced the Auror department to close the investigation into what had happened before it was properly investigated telling them that it was all the evidence they needed; but it was flimsy at best. Ted was confident he could get the case against Harry dismissed before it was even time for dinner, and Harry nodded, trusting the man to do just that.
Harry Potter, eight o'clock am.
Harry hated the cot and liked it, all the same, he hated it because it reminded him of the cot from the cupboard and he loved it because he could actually sleep on it instead of feeling like he was sinking into a marshmallow and not getting any sleep. So, way too early in the morning when his cell door vanished and Kingsley stepped inside with another Auror he knew(being one of the Breeken or Hope, Harry couldn't tell) he was very upset when he was ordered to get up off the comfy cot.
"What? Why?" Harry asks as he stands up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes one at a time, "The trail isn't till one, innit?" he says looking at Kingsley who looks back at him with a hard look.
"It's been rescheduled," Kingsley says, his lips tugging down in a frown.
"What? To when?" Harry asks as Kingsley does an elaborate pattern with his wand over Harry's body before chains, handcuffs, and shackles appear over his body.
"Now," The dark skin Auror says before grabbing the shocked Harry by the shoulder and gently guiding him out of the cell. They walked down the gray stone hallways for a few minutes, passing by many more cells and a few wooden doors before getting to a pair of lifts, it was then that Kingsley turns to the other Auror, "Hope, why don't hit the canteen and get a breakfast on me," Kingsley says as Hope turns to look at him, before looking down at Harry with narrowed eyes.
"You sure about that Kings?" Hope asks, his cockney accent thick as he looks back at Kingsley, "Little bastard is a bit o' a 'andful, innit'e" he says nodding to Harry.
"He is a one-arm wandless underage schoolboy," Kingsley says in a flat tone and even flatter look, "I think I can take him,"
Hope frowns before looking between the two and shrugging, "Sure, Govna, but if I'm asked anything I'll tell 'em you ordered me," he says before Kingsley nods, and both he and Harry watch him turn and start walking down the hall while whistling a tune just as the lift was open and Harry was dragged inside by Kingsley before he hits a button.
"Is he with-" Harry tries to ask before Kingsley kills the question with a hard look before pulling out his wand and giving it a wave and as the lift flashed green he turns to Harry.
"No questions, we do not have a lot of time so just nod if you understand," Kingsley says, Harry grinds his teeth at the commanding tone but nods to him, "Good, now listen, Fudge has moved your trail to the earliest time slot to try and cut you off from Ted and any witnesses he may have, because once he starts the trail unless arranged beforehand, all witnesses and Barristers must be in the courtroom or else you will be without them," Kingsley tells Harry and the boy who lives begins to feel the panic rise in his chest before he tries to open his mouth to ask how could Fudge do that, Kingsley Holds up a hand as the lift continues its climb slowly upwards
"I've already sent a message to both Dumbledore and Ted, they should be here soon, but if they do not get here in time and the worst comes to pass and you are sentenced to Azkaban for any amount of time after the verdict is voted on and read, you will be escorted out of the courtroom," Kingsley tells Harry quickly, "We will cross the atrium to head to the floo, at that time Atalanta and Remus will strike, I've pulled some strings to get myself and Hestia Jones to be the ones to do this, while Remus and Atalanta distract Hestia you must make sure I do not draw my wand, knock it out of my hand, kick me, bite me, whatever. My role in the auror department is too critical to lose this early in the war and don't worry about hurting me, after you do that make a beeline to Atalanta," He tells Harry as the boy turns to look at what floor they were on.
"Harry, pay attention," Kingsley says, and Harry snaps back to the man, "Atalanta has a portkey primed and ready, it will take you and her to America to link up with the group she belongs to, and we have already spoken to an Agent Doe, he has the paperwork for your asylum in the states ready to be pushed through, do you understand?" Kingsley asks, and Harry nods before speaking.
"What about Remus?" Harry asks, worried about the man who had helped and taught him so much.
"Remus knows what he signed up for Harry, we all do," Kingsley says in a serious voice, "He knows that your safety is more important than his freedom and he is more than willing to trade the two, so, in case of the worst, don't think about him or anyone else and make it to Atalanta," He says before looking up with a grim face towards the floor level before looking back at Harry, "I'm going to have to be a bit rough with you, and I'm sorry about that but I'll try to avoid your injured arm," Kingsley tells him before putting his finger to his lips and dismissing the charm he had placed on the lift and not a moment too soon as the lift door opens as Kingsley grabs him by the good arm and begins to drag him down a long dark hall lit with torches.
Harry is led through a series of halls and twisting corridors, only stopping for a moment to look down a hall that held a single door labeled "The Department of Mysteries," before being dragged off by Kingsley before they approach a large polished stone door bearing an emblem Harry didn't recognize, eight wands were in a circle with each point in the middle, around them were the twisting Celtic knots intertwined with tree limbs, skeletal iconography could be seen lining the utter edges of the door with three Raven or Crows sitting amongst the branches. Kingsley waves his wand and opens the door to Wizengamot Hall, and as Harry walks in his eyes widen in recognition, because Harry had been in this room before, in a dream after hunting a Half-Fae.
"And the biggest insult? Are the pretenders sitting on our thrones! Thinking themselves Kings and Queens, lords and ladies just by the virtue of their blood alone," Harry remembers from his dreams.
"The Circles and The Ministry don't get along at all due to the Wizards' Council stealing the ancient seat of the Circles back in 642, I think," Theodore had told him in the cemetery that they had met Clety.
The Wizards' Council didn't steal the seat of the Circles, they, possibly unknowingly, had stolen the Thrown Room of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Most of the seats that rose above him were changed to match the houses that sat in them now, the wooden bench that Fudge was sitting at with the other heads of departments that raised above and looked over the small raised circle in the middle of the room was new, but the highest thrown, the one of blades and skulls and the other of forest and life couldn't be changed as they looked down upon all.
Harry was dragged away from his gawking to a single wooden chair sitting in the middle of the room, chains laid loosely around the chair and looked to be bolted to the floor. Kingsley guides him to the chair before motioning him to sit after dismissing the cuffs and shackles before giving Harry a slight nod before turning to walk away but is stopped when Fudge calls out for him.
"Auror Shacklebolt, secure the prisoner if you would," Fudge says without looking up from his paperwork, causing Kingsley to look between Harry and Fudge with an unamused face.
"Minister, with all due respect, he's only a boy," Kingsley says in the same hard and flat tone he had used when ordering Harry as he was in the cell, causing the Minister to finally look up with a deep frown on his face.
"I will have to agree with my Auror, Minister, Mister Potter is an underage schoolboy, not a death eater, and does not need to be chained like one," says the monocle-wearing Amelia Bones with a frown on her face before making a gesture to Kingsley to dismissed him to the other side of the room to stand next to another Auror, Fudge doesn't seem to happy about but says nothing more as Harry relaxes a bit.
Fudge picks up his gavel before banging it twice and calls everyone to order before speaking, "We, the governing body of the Wizengamot have come together today, August fifteenth of the year of nineteen hundred and ninety-five for the closed trail of one Harry James of the noble house of Potter for the crimes of use of dark magic with the intent to raise Inferni, vandalism of fifty-six graves including ones that belong to the house of Gaunt, two counts of murder of a government employee, three counts of improper use of an artifact, and one count of resisting arrest," Fudge says, reading out the official charges from a sheet of parchment before looking up, "We will begin roll call of all sitting members of Wizengamot in attendance before sealing the chambers to anyone else," he says with a smile looking around the nearly empty chambers with a smile, other than Fudge and Madam Bones the only other faces that Harry recognized was Percy Weasley who was sitting off to the side writing away on a long piece of parchment, Lucius Malfoy who was sitting in the lower rows for Noble families, and Sirius who was sending a death glare down on to everyone from the second highest row that stood right beneath the two thrown's.
They started roll call and fear began to build up in Harry, but he tried to keep himself calm as they began to count down members, neither Ted nor The Headmaster had shown up yet.
Cornelius Fudge, acting Chief Warlock and Minister of Magic.
Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
Head Auror, Rufus Scrimgeour.
Dolores Umbridge, Undersecretary of the Minister of Magic.
Broderick Bode, Head of the Department of Mysteries.
Percival Weasley, Junior undersecretary to the minister and Court scribe.
Lord Malfoy, a sitting Member of the Noble Houses.
Lord Black, a sitting Member of the Most Noble and Most Ancient Houses.
As the list of people calling out their names grow smaller and smaller, less than seventeen members of the court, Fudge's smile grows a little more as he got to the last two, but before either of the members of the court could give their names for roll call, the door to the Wizengamot Chamber opens behind Harry; as he sighs in relief he turns to look at Ted and Dumbledore.
Only to find them not there, instead someone else was standing before the open door with a smile on her face that made Harry's stomach twist with nerve-wracking sickness.
"Lady Taila Peverell, for the Most Noble and Most Ancient Houses," She says, her dark brown eyes of her mortal guise shining with amusement of the assembled court before her as she walked forward with her hands behind her back and a wicked smile upon her face.
"L-Lady Peverell," Fudge says before standing from his seat, a quickly formed smile still twisting with shock on his face as he does, "We didn't know if you got the message this early," he says.
"Hmm, I'm sure you didn't Cornelius," Lady Peverell says as she stops beside Harry as he leans away from her, "But luckily, I'm a bit of an early bird so to say, I'm only late because it took me a bit to gather everyone," she tells Fudge, as his face flushes with confusion.
"Everyone?" Fudge asks, his eyes shifting to Lucius Malfoy, who also looked confused.
The answering smile that Lady Peverell gives Fudge is full of poise, poison, and carnage that was promising to come when the sound of the Wizengamot chamber door opening again and the sound of more people filtering into the room in conversation as Harry turns in his chair to see who she was talking about before his jaw falls open.
The first people Harry sees walking through the open door was Theodore and Fúamnach, Theodore looks at Harry with a sly grin as he was dressed in casual robes while Fúamnach was wearing the purple robes of the Wizengamot members with a smile on her face that Harry could describe as "Bloodthirsty in the softest ways". Theodore nods to Harry as he walks past Harry, "Lovely morning isn't it, Harry?" he says with a smile before Fúamnach covers her mouth as she giggles.
The next people who come in are an elderly lady and a redheaded man in a kilt, Harry knew the man as Lugh the god of light, and from the woman's tall hat with a stuffed vulture on it, Harry had a pretty good guess of just who she was. They were walking arm and arm as if Lugh was helping her walk, they smiled and joked as if they were old friends, the woman even went as far as slapping Lugh on the shoulder before throwing her head back laughing at some dirty joke he had told her, Lugh smiles at Harry as he walks by him and up the steps to the highest seats where Sirius sat looking dumbfounded but with a growing smile.
The next pair were Mister Ollivander speaking animatedly up to a man the size of Hagrid, his beard was braided and well-kept as his long hair was brushed backward out of his green eyes and kept In a low ponytail down his back, and he had his arms crossed and one hand stroking his beard as he listened and nodded along with what Mister Ollivander was talking about. The giant man's eyes catch Harry's for a moment before he nods toward the boy and continues to the steps while clapping Ollivander on the back, almost knocking the old wandmaker over as they go to their separate seats.
The last person to come into the open court was someone else Harry recognized, a girl around his age from Hogwarts, Harry couldn't put a name to her face but knew she was in his year. She was sloppily dressed in the purple robes of the Wizengamot as she was gathering her damp red hair that was threaded with gray into a high ponytail as she jogged into the room, "Sorry, sorry, I got your message in the shower," The girl says as she pulls the hair tie from her mouth to tie and binding up her hair while speaking to Lady Peverell.
Lady Peverell, whose smile had yet to leave her face as she looked at Fudge, doesn't even turn to the girl as she speaks, "It's fine, Heir Bones, my apology for disturbing your shower but we are short on time," She says, as she, as far as Harry could tell, was enjoying the sight of confusion and uproar from the sitting heads of the departments she had caused, the only two who didn't seem surprised was Madam Bones, who Heir Bones stopped to plant a kiss on her cheek before climbing the rest of the stairs to one of the high seats, and Director Bode, but to be honest the man looked unbothered by seemingly everything around him.
As Lady Peverell began to move to the stairs that lead up to the eight highest seats in Wizengamot Hall, Lucius Malfoy finally found his voice as he stood from his family seat, from the look on his face as he glared with fire at the Giant of a man setting down in one of the seats at the top, it was the last straw to his composure, "Excuse me, sir," his yell echoing around the courtroom drawing the attention of everyone in it, "By what right do you sit in the family seat of the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin," Lucius asks the large man who was ignoring his rant right up to point where Malfoy said "Slytherin".
The large man looks over to Malfoy with a frown on his face before looking at the chair Malfoy was sitting in, "Oi, aren't you one of the cunts that got cursed into helping that Halfblood bastard whose mother was the product of incest?" The man says as he regards Malfoy with a curious look, watching the Lord of the Noble house glare back at him before jerking his head up and down with a sour look on his face.
"Well, nice to know then," the man says before turning away from Malfoy.
"You did not answer my question, sir," Malfoy snaps at the man, but it wasn't the large man that answered him, it was Lady Peverell.
"He sits there, Lucius because he is the Lord Slytherin," Lady Peverell states simply before shouts of outrage fill the hall demanding proof, even from Fudge, Lady Peverell turns to the lower seats with a razor-sharp smile before speaking, "You are all welcome to contact the genealogy and bloodline records in the Gringotts emissary if you wish for proof, it's all recorded that Daniel Gaunt is the new Lord Slytherin as of two days ago, just as Lugh Leòmhann is the new Lord Gryffindor," She says with a gesture to Lugh, who looked up at the sound of his name with a cheeky smile before waving at everyone before turning his hand around to show the court his ring, it was much like the ring that Sirius wore expect instead of the shape of a raven it was that of a lion.
That sat on his middle finger.
Harry tried to hold in the snort, he really did, but it had slipped out and died in the uproar of the Wizengamot that two heads of two long thought dead houses and bloodlines just appeared out of nowhere. Harry watches as Fudge, red-faced with either anger or embarrassment from being caught so off guard, turns to Percy before barking at him to send a letter to the Gringotts' Emissary demanding an explanation as Lady Peverell looks down on Harry and sends him a wink; Harry didn't know how to feel about that. But by the time the court had calmed down enough to get an explanation as to why this wasn't announced sooner("If the trail would have been at the appointed time Cornelius, I would have had enough time to introduce the New Lord Slytherin and Gryffindor before we began,) as well as why someone was sitting in the Nott family seat("Well, Minister, that is because I've chosen a proxy from my house in Lady Lupusregina to vote on my behalf until I come of age to do so myself,) to asking Ollivander why he had shown up seeing that he had only come to three whole meeting in his life("With such a historical event happening I would be remiss if my family seat was left empty as all the other Most Ancient and Most Noble houses sat filled,") and the report from Gringotts finally came back, it was already too late; Dumbledore and Ted had arrived much to Fudge's dismay.
But as the court was redoing their roll call because of all the new people, someone else had shown up; someone no one was expecting.
As Fudge was reaching the bottom of the list of new people now in attendance, he stopped to look up with a scowl at The Headmaster's name before shifting to look at the door to the chambers and his scowl turns into a frown, "Excuse, Madam, this is a closed trial unless you have a very good reason to be in this sacred hall, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Fudge snaps as Dumbledore and Ted turn to look at who entered, Harry saw The Morrígan's face twist in shock and anger before swiftly switching back to a look of polite curiosity faster than Harry could blink.
"My apologies, I was informed that when an apprentice is put on trial their Mentor is given the right to sit in on it, even be made Proxy if the apprentice is of a noble house and is without any family to sit in for him," A voice said, a voice that froze Harry in his seat and his eyes to widen with shock for it wasn't a voice he was expecting to hear for another few weeks, he could hear the click, click, click of her shoes on the polish slate floor as she walked up behind him, Harry could see the clear confusion grow on Sirius' face from the upper row, and he finally felt a hand gripping his shoulder in a soft comforting way as he turns his head and looks up to the woman standing at his side glaring up at the assembled court before them.
"Teacher?" Harry whispers, before the blood-red eyes and soft smile of Scáthach turn to look at Harry before giving his shoulder a soft squeeze, "How?" he asks, confused, but before he could get an answer, another person speaks up again.
"While you are correct, Miss, we have no records to indicate that Mister Potter is an apprentice to anyone," One of the sitting members of the Wizengamot says, and both Harry and Scáthach turn to look at her, she was a heavier set woman with curled blond hair that did a poor job hiding her toad-like face, "So, unless you have any proof of this, our esteemed body will have to ask you to leave," she says, looking down her nose at Scáthach as she looks back at the women with a blank face.
"Then I would highly suggest you check your records again," Scáthach says in a flat and unamused tone, "I had sent the Gra-Mister Potter here a letter of apprenticeship not two weeks ago; though I admit he has yet to write me back accepting it," She says as she turns to glare down at Harry, whose blood was quickly leaving his face, "I assumed he has been too busy to get around to it with his pending trial," she says turning back to the toad looking woman.
"That was you!?" Harry asked in a hiss as his heart fell into his stomach.
Scáthach turns back to him with a brow raised before her eyes narrowed at him, "Do not tell me that you didn't even read it, Graeca," she says to Harry and watches as he does his best impression of a fish out of the water, "You didn't, did!?" she yells in outrage before reaching up for his ear, grabbing it before twisting it. "Why you little brat! Do you know just how many hops I had to jump through, how many strings I had to pull, just to get the Department of Magical Education to send you that letter!?" Scáthach yells, her words like a lash as she disciplined her student and twisted his ear in front of the now baffled-looking court.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Harry yelled as his Teacher twisted his ear and jerked his head back and forth, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he cried as his head was pulled back and forth, "I didn't know it was from you! I thought someone else sent it! I swear!" he cries out.
"And you think that excuses you! I had the letter translated and everything! Signed! With my name at the bottom! And you didn't even open it up!? What did you do, just throw it in the bin!?" Scáthach yelled at Harry, stopping for a moment when fear passed over his face before her jaw dropped, "You did, didn't you!?" she yells at him before dragging him up by his ear and grabbing the collar and began to shake Harry back and forth, "When I get my hands on you at Hogwarts it's to the chasm with you! No weapon this time and you'll be crawling out by your teeth!" she tells as horror spreads over Harry's face.
"Azkaban!" Harry yells looking over to the court, reaching out for them, "Please! Send me to Azkaban! Please!" he yells.
"Azkaban won't save you from me, Graeca!" Scáthach screams.
"Excuse Madam! Stop manhandling-" Fudge tries to say but doesn't get to face as Scáthach rounds on him with such a look in her burning blood-red eyes that it choked the words in his throat.
"I was not talking to some bumbling Gobdaw of a boot-licking English politician," Scáthach snaps at him, causing Fudge's face to go red, "I am speaking with my adorably dumb student, now be silent," she says still shanking Harry.
"Now see here! I am the Minister of Magic-" Fudge tries to say, only to be cut off once again by Scáthach.
"And I am an Irish Citizen, why would I even begin to care about that?" Scáthach says before turning to the Minister to give him her full attention as the man sputters.
"Even if you are an Irish citizen, Madam-," The toad-like woman tries again, but Scáthach turns away from her to look back at Harry. Scáthach finally stops shaking him just before pulling the boy into a hug, surprising Harry but it's a hug he returns.
"It's good to see you on this side of the gate, Teacher," Harry whispers to her with a squeeze as he feels Scáthach squeezing him back.
"It's good to see you on this side as well, Greaca," Scáthach says to him before she breaks the embrace to smile at him.
"Madam!" Shouts the toad-looking woman once more, "If Mister Potter hasn't accepted your offer of an apprenticeship, We will force you to leave!" she snaps, and as Scáthach turns to the woman with an annoyed look on her face, Harry speaks up before his teacher could slaughter the hall full of ignorant mortals.
"I accept!" Harry yells turning to face the Wizengamot, "I accept her offer to be my teacher, er, mentor thing! And the proxy thing that Theodore did with Lupusregina, will that do?" he asks as most of the hall turns to face him.
Before the toad-looking woman or Fudge could say anything, Lady Peverell speaks up, "Yes, Mister Potter, that will do, though I do have a question," she asks as Harry relaxes a bit and nods his head to the disguised god to ask her question, "I was wondering if the name is a coincidence or if you are the last son of the Noble House of Potter?" she asks, much to Harry's confusion, but before he could answer, Sirius is the one to speak up.
"I can confirm myself that Harry is the last in the Potter Line, Lady Peverell," Sirius says, leaning forward a bit in his seat to look over at Lady Peverell, who looks at Sirius with a smile that makes him shiver.
"Why thank you, Lord Black," Lady Peverell, who chuckles a bit before looking back down to Harry, "I find this quite ironic, Mister Potter, that my first criminal case I will be voting on would be that of yourself," she says, which does nothing but confuse Harry.
"Why is that Lady Peverell?" Asks Susan Bones, looking down the way toward Lady Peverell. No one had yet to explain why she was sitting in the house seat as of yet, nor did anyone look like they were going to comment on it.
"I find it Ironic, Heir Bones because Mister Potter and I are related," Lady Peverell comments, shocking Harry, "Very distantly mind you, but we have the same blood flowing through our veins," She says with a smile while looking down at Harry and he had a feeling that she was just talking about the two Houses either.
"Well, I hope that won't ruin your impartialness with this trial," Susan says, but Lady Peverell just waves it off.
"Of course not dear," Lady Peverell says with a small smile to which Susan nods and turns to face Harry once more.
"That aside," Fudge says before turning to face Scáthach once more, "Madam, if you are here under mentors rights and wish to set in as a-" Fudge's face turns and twists with anger at the next word he spits like a curse, "-proxy, for House Potter, I will need you to announce yourself so we may add you to the roll call," he says with a scowl.
Scáthach raises a brow at Fudge, and for a moment Harry honestly thought Fudge had just killed himself, but Scáthach does answer him, "My name is Scáithanna Árd-Greimne, High Master of the Circle of the Fianna, and as of a month ago, the new Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," she says, and Harry sees most of the Wizengamot members other than the high seats and Madam Bones complexion turn white at the words "Circle of the Fianna," part before Fudge turns to Dumbledore with a thunderstruck expression.
"You would Hire from the Circle of the Fianna!?" The Minister says in clear shock, "Do you have no national pride, man!?" he bellowed at Dumbledore.
To Dumbledore's credit, he merely shrugged, "Picking for the new defense against the dark arts Professor was slim this year, you made sure of that yourself, Cornelius," Dumbledore says with a look, "I just feel the need to count my blessings that such a highly decorated teacher submitted her application to me directly," he tells the Minister with a small smile.
Fudge looks back at Scáthach with a mixture of hate and disgust on his face, to which Scáthach merely raises a brow at him, "Is there a problem?" she asks flatly.
"No," the Minister snaps, "Just get to your seat, Miss Árd-Greimne so we may begin as we should have twenty minutes ago," He tells her before Scáthach shrugs and walks up the stairs to a row up and behind the bench, most sitting members watching her with fear and caution as she walks by, the only one who didn't was the Bode guy from the Department of Mysteries, he watched her walk up the stairs with a narrowed and curious look on his face before Fudge smalls his gavel twice, gaining everyone's attention.
"There have been enough interruptions," Fudge says in a loud voice before looking down at Harry, Ted, and Dumbledore, "By the power vested in me as the temporarily appointed Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, I now call this trial of Harry James of the Noble House of Potter to begin, Aurors, seal the doors, if you please," he says before a resounding click echoes around the room, sealing the Wizengamot chamber and starting Harry's Trial.
Surprise bitches!
Chapter done!
So, I decided to break the trial into two parts(maybe three) because so much shit happens in this chapter.
First off: No, Atalanta didn't get arrested, the Auror team was there for Harry and only Harry. As soon as they secured Harry they woke up both Atalanta and Sirius before giving them some chocolate and explaining what was going on.
No, Fudge doesn't want to lock up a kid in Azkaban, he's a paranoid politician who is a huge fool, but he isn't malicious. He wanted to catch Harry by himself and make him admit to lying about Voldemort coming back so Fudge could discredit Dumbledore and lock him up in Azkaban because that's who he believes is the real threat.
Lucius on the other hand, yeah, he wants to lock Harry up in Azkaban so when Voldemort cracks it open like an egg, Harry is there wrapped up like a gift for him.
So, The Morrígan finally makes her first move and basically took all the Most Noble and Most Ancient Houses and put them in her pocket, and showed up with them to throw everyone's plans into the fire pit. And yes, she enjoyed every moment of it.
Are Yall seeing what she wants now?
Having all the MNMA Houses doesn't really do anything big, it just puts the 8 oldest and most influential families basically behind Harry for when a vote comes up.
Scáthach is now officially at the trial, and she is there for one reason: to kill everyone if they sentence Harry to some prison, because teacher don't play these games.
The Circle of the Fianna: Think of them as the magical IRA, but with fewer car bombs and more bladed weapons. The Fianna was a group of Knights who served under Fiona Mac Cumhill and were the successors to the Red Branch Knights, So when Scáthach showed up at one of their meetings and basically told them to make her a member they argued…for about five minutes before Scáthach forced the issue.
Anyway, I'm sleepy.
Kingsaxcul, out!