On Thursday, September 26th, 1991, Amelia felt the time was right to recapture Dumbledore and finish his trial.
Amelia used her tracking instrument to find that Dumbledore was hiding on a beach in Fiji. Dumbledore was weak, but still enjoying sunbathing.
As Amelia had anticipated, Dumbledore had been weakened enough by the side effects of Veritasiurium that he made no attempt to resist Amelia's recapture of him.
Amelia Apparated them back to the Wizengamot and immediately got back to the business of the trial without preamble.
"Now, " Amelia told Dumbledore icily, "I want you to show us the memory of what you did with Harry on the night his parents died."
Dumbledore lazily obeyed and everyone in the Wizengamot saw the scene where Harry was left on the Dursley's doorstep.
YOU LEFT A BABY ON A DOORSTEP! screamed Augusta Longbottom, who in her anger got up from her seat and clenched her right fist as tightly as she could and gave Dumbledore as hard a smack on the face as she possibly could, earning applause from the rest of the court.
"You deserve that, you worthless piece of shit, " Sarah Anne Perks told Dumbledore in a fiery voice.
"How much have you aided and abetted the Death Eaters over the years?" Amelia grilled Dumbledore.
"I passed a lot of information to both the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord himself though my beloved Severus Snape, " spilled Dumbledore, "Snape was an excellent spy who passed along plenty of information of his own accord, but I also gave Snape other information to give the Dark Lord and did so regularly. Information aside, the biggest way I helped the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord was to provide the Slytherins an environment free of repercussions and therefore free of fear while at Hogwarts. This allowed young Death Eaters to develop without fear of consequences."
"And what has the teacher hiring process at Hogwarts been like under your influence?" continued Amelia.
"There have been no requirements to be hired for a teaching post at Hogwarts since I've been headmaster, " admitted Dumbledore, "I've mostly done it on a first come first serve basis, except for Snape, who I made sure got a job."
"That's how the Quirrells of the world have gotten through, " said Amelia through gritted teeth, "You'd have probably even given that phony ass Gilderoy Lockhart a job if he'd applied for one."
"Yes, I would have, "confirmed Dumbledore.
"The non-teaching by Hogwarts teachers and lack of qualification by Hogwarts teachers has set Wizarding Britain back two fucking decades, " said Amelia bitterly, "But tell me, do you have plans to help Lord Voldemort return?"
"The Dark Lord is planning to make a potion to get his body back, " spilled Dumbledore, "This potion is an ancient piece of Dark Magic requiring bone of his father, flesh of a servant, and blood of an enemy."
"The darkest of the Dark Potions, " spat Amelia, "Whose flesh does he plan to use?"
"Barty Crouch Jr's, but I plan on trying to convince him to change to Peter Pettigrew. Pettigrew will rejoin the Dark Lord in a nanosecond if he thinks the Dark Lord can become strong and powerful again. Pettigrew framed Sirius Black for his own death as well as twelve muggle deaths by cutting off his finger and transforming into a rat while shouting at the street that Sirius had betrayed the Potters."
"Sirius Black will have to be given a new trial, " declared Amelia, "But Barty Crouch Jr. is supposed to be dead as well. "
"His father smuggled him out of Azkaban with everyone thinking he was his mother. His mother, knowing she was dying, took Polyjuice Potion to help him escape. His father keeps him under the Imperius Curse to stop him seeking Lord Voldemort, but Voldemort believes his own Imperius Curse is stronger than Barty Crouch Senior's, so he has plans to go to the Crouch's house and use the Imperius Curse on senior to get junior back into his service."
"More for this court to look into, " said Amelia wearily, "Do you know of any other Death Eaters still loyal to Voldemort?"
"Bellatrix Lestrange, " answered Dumbledore, "Bella is the Dark Lord's favorite, though I hope to take that title from her someday. And for what it's worth, the Dark Lord plans Harry Potter to be the enemy he takes blood from for this potion."
"Is that just his hatred of Harry?" Inquired Amelia.
"The Dark Lord believes Harry Potter's blood will make him stronger than any other blood because he believes that the power of Harry's mother's sacrifice would then reside in him too. Whether this has any merit is unclear. Either way, I just hope that the Dark Lord rises again and I can help rule the world with him, " declared Dumbledore.
"Well, " said Amelia in a businesslike voice, "We have plenty to go on. Please raise your hand if you are in favor of convicting Dumbledore on all charges."
Every single hand in the courtroom shot into the air. Some witches and wizards, including Patrick and Patricia Patil, actually raised both of their hands.
"Convicted on all charges, " said Amelia coldly, "Dumbledore, we the Wizengamot, do hereby find you guilty of child neglect, child abuse, child endangerment, manipulation, theft, framing, withholding of evidence, using a position of power for personal gain, abuse of power, the illegal sealing of a will, deprivation of educational opportunity, aiding and abetting Dark Witches and Dark Wizards including Death Eaters, aiding and abetting Lord Voldemort, possession of dangerous and dark creatures, possession of dangerous and dark objects, murder, attempted murder, and conspiracy to attempt to return Lord Voldemort to power."
Dumbledore said nothing. In his weakened state he just let it all play out.
"What should this piece of shit's punishment be?" asked Amelia.
"I suggest the Dementor's Kiss, " growled Augusta Longbottom, "I mean, he doesn't really have a soul anyway."
"He may not deserve to keep his soul, " ackwoneleged Patrick Patil, "But he needs to suffer before he's put down, just like Lucius did."
"And Dumbledore was way worse than Lucius, " added Patricia Patil, "I'm all for Dumbledore being given the Dementor's Kiss, but only after he's gone through some suffering first."
"Exactly, " said Sarah Anne Perks.
"There is a room in the Department of Mysteries known as the Aging Room where some criminals have previous served sentences, " explained Amelia, "This room causes you to age in the sense that your sight, hearing, walking, breathing, moving, etc., will grow progressively worse every nanosecond you are in the room. The kicker is that room will never kill you. The room does not extend life, so a person who was going to die still would, but the room itself won't kill you. How about a sentence of a fortnight in the Aging Room followed by the Dementor's Kiss at the end of it?" suggested Amelia.
There was a muttering of assent to this.
So Amelia bound Dumbledore, who in his weak state made no attempt to escape, and apparated them to the Aging Room.
Dumbledore, already in a weak state, immediately felt his muscles ache, his breathing slow, his walking become a task, and his range of vision and hearing reduced by several feet. This room had the greatest effect on those who were already weak.
"Help me, " pleaded Dumbledore desperately, "Amelia, please, this room is torturing me. Help me and get me out of here."
"You never helped anyone expect Slytherins, Death Eaters, and Dark Lords, " said Amelia frostily, "So no one is coming to help you now. This is your comeuppance for everything you've done. Good riddance."
And Amelia disapparated without a nanosecond of regret.
The Aging Room proved a very severe comeuppance for Dumbledore. The effects of the room only got worse every day Dumbledore stayed in it and by the end of the two weeks he was almost blind and almost deaf, but still very conscience and still very much feeling the aches, pains, stiffness, and immobility of old age.
At the end of the two week period, Dumbledore was given the Dementor's Kiss, never to be seen, heard from, or interfere ever again.