When he woke up, Harry was unsure what was going on, never mind why he was waking up. As he looked around and took stock of where he was, he felt nothing but anger when he found himself in Courtroom 12. Why was it the Ministry always brought him here when there were so many other choices to take him?

But his anger transformed to confusion when he noticed he was not bound to anything, he could move freely and he didn't have a jeering audience. On top of that, instead of the hard wooden chair, he'd had the pleasure of enduring the last time he was here, he was now in a comfy chair.

"What the hell?" Harry whispered.

As he came to, Harry saw the Order of the Phoenix mixed with the members of the D.A. in the audience. Also among them was a small crowd, many of them looking at him with a mixture of grief, awe, remorse and sorrow. The Order of the Phoenix was having a lot of trouble looking him in the eye. The Weasleys were especially guilty of this, and Hermione was sobbing quietly, just like Mrs Weasley.

Missing from the ranks were Ginny and Percy; discovering that Ginny had the same beliefs as Malfoy formerly had, but her exposure to the diary had made her susceptible to the brainwashing had made sense.

On the other hand, Percy was the most ambitious of the Weasley clan. Easily swayed, easily led and spiritually weak, it would likely not have taken much for him to be promised anything, and that was how it happened.

The Professors from Hogwarts had their heads bowed in shame, and barely dared to catch his eyes. All of them looked upset and as they saw he was waking up, they begged him with their eyes for forgiveness. Harry took a lot of pleasure in sneering at them and looking away. And he was overjoyed when he saw their faces fall.

In contrast, Neville and Luna were the only ones who were looking at him with something akin to calm. Harry smiled at them when he made eye contact, knowing they were the only ones to sincerely believe him.

To his relief, Harry saw Fudge and Umbridge weren't there.

"Mr Potter," a voice said, and Harry looked up and saw the strong-jawed face of Madame Bones, she looked sombre and upset. It was clear she was angry with the miscarriage of justice that was made. Harry could understand how she felt, and he was grateful that, unlike her bitch of a niece, Amelia Bones had the decency to see there was something wrong with what happened when he was locked up.

"What happened?" Harry asked, his voice a little strained and he moved, feeling how stiff he was; it was clear he had been here some time, and the thought of something happening like someone casting a spell on him was enough to make him angry.

"You were caught in the backlash of the death of Lord Voldemort and his followers; they unleashed a lot of magic, and you were caught and it knocked you out," Madame Bones explained.

"Ah, that makes sense," Harry rubbed his eyes. "Why am I here?"

"After you…killed Voldemort, you were moved to St. Mungo's to be checked, but why you're here…we want the full truth of what's happened, Mr Potter, and to clear up many misconceptions and rumours and what happened with Lord Voldemort."

"I don't see any reason why not. I can see the benefits of clearing the air a little bit," Harry said. With some luck, everyone would see the scale of the things he had seen and done at Hogwarts. "What do I need to do?"

"You have your wand. Here's the incantation," she handed him a small slip of parchment with the spell on it, "press your wand tip to your temple, and think of what you want to be revealed."

Harry studied the incantation for a moment and he took out his wand, pressing the tip to his head and he silently cast the incantation. Harry showed them all when he had begun using the golems in his sixth year, to take his place so then he could study other obscure forms of magic, so he could win the war. Everyone in the audience watched as Harry created several golems for the job so he wouldn't be bogged down with things like schoolwork and the meetings with Dumbledore.

Harry showed them how he was in the Chamber of Secrets when his double was arrested and how he'd fled the castle quickly, before he had gone to the Ministry, in disguise, and how he'd watched his double be sent to prison. With nothing in the magical world now, Harry had left the magical world and went into the muggle world. He had a custom wand, practicing and learning magic was not a problem for him. Harry then spent the next couple of years helping where he could, in the background and gathering intelligence before he had caught wind of the capture of the Death Eaters responsible for his imprisonment before he'd gone to Azkaban, and beat Voldemort.

"Most people would say creating a golem is dark magic, Mr Potter," Madame Bones pointed out.

"It depends on what you use them for," Harry said. "However, I want to take this opportunity to show you the truth of what's happened at Hogwarts over the years, which will contradict whatever you might have heard or learnt, especially with the testimony of my so-called friends." Harry had to hide back the sneer he felt rising to his lips when he saw the way Dumbledore, Granger and Weasel paled and quailed.

Madame Bones had heard many rumours over the years about Harry Potter, but Dumbledore had her over a barrel; he had the political capital to keep things under wraps. "I would appreciate that, Mr Potter."

The smirk on Harry's face was so evil that the light side scarcely believed he could wear it on his face. "Great."

Harry showed them everything. He showed them the years of abuse he had taken from the Dursleys, making many in the audience quail and flinch, whenever they saw the young Harry Potter scream whenever he was punished for something he hadn't done or was out of his control. He showed them the cleared-up memories he had of people like Diggle and Doge and any of Dumbledore's other associates, appearing or wiping his memories whenever he escaped.

Madame Bones was seething with rage. "You have a lot to answer for, you old fool!" She snarled at the pale Albus Dumbledore, something Harry was glad to see; the looks on the faces of many of the Order and his former classmates, who had assumed he was spoilt and privileged, and the look on Hermione Granger's face was a delight; for years Granger had self righteously told him who his family were like it was her right. It was good for her to see the truth. If she denied it, she was more weak than he thought.

But Harry had no doubt the only reason he was pale was because he was seeing his plans and activities be revealed. "You and your associates will find themselves paying the price for what they'd done."

"Harry had to be protected, Amelia," Dumbledore could only say.

"Madame Bones, to you," Bones glared. "And it's clear you and your associates support child abuse."

"No, that's not true!" Dumbledore protested, realising what was happening.

"Oh, I think it is; you had no right to steamroll over Mr Potter's placement as a child. He could have gone to the MACUSA, where his relatives in America are living. Do you know about them, Mr Potter?" Bones turned to the young wizard, fully expecting him to say no, to be surprised.

It was a shock for her and everyone else when Harry nodded.

"I found out about them in my third year, Madame Bones," he said.

"Then why-?" Bones was stunned, she would have thought Potter would have tried to get to them somehow.

"I knew Dumbledore was keeping them away with his political power, supported by Fudge himself. I knew if I tried anything, he would just make things worse," Harry said. "It's not important right now, there's so much to say and view."

Harry continued replaying the memories of his life, feeling oddly detached from it all. He had found out about his attempts to escape Number 4 when he had begun studying the mind arts. And then suddenly it all made sense; if he hated the Dursleys so much, why had he continued to live with them?

They had never been family.

They had never hidden that loathing for him in the entire time he'd lived with them; they had threatened him, starved him, abused him, beat him for things out of his control, or if Dudley had done something to get him in trouble. Why would he still be living with them?

He would have nowhere to go, but there were foster homes and he had hoped, assumed, with a bit of luck, he could move in with a loving family for the first time in his life as his biological one was utterly shit.

Harry showed them some of the worst of the beatings he'd received before he had before showing them the things that happened in his first year.

Bones was even more incensed than ever when she saw how Dumbledore had taken a powerful magical object and hidden it in a school for children; she was furious when she saw the troll, never mind Quirrell.

"How did he die like that?" Bones asked when she saw what happened with Quirrell.

Harry paused the memories. "I've never understood it myself. Dumbledore claimed it was love, something leftover from my mother's protection but I discovered my mother imbued her love and blood in a protective rune. My scar. It wasn't created by the curse Voldemort cast on me. The scar in the shape of a lightning bolt is a protective rune."

"And it protected you even then?"

"It saved me, largely, from the Dursleys," Harry nodded.

It was a delight to show Madame Bones what happened with Dobby, the cake, and being locked up by the Dursleys before the Weasleys saved him, but Harry made sure the implication that the teachers at school would simply ignore the abuse and leave him to rot there stayed, showing he had zero faith in them at all. They certainly didn't help when he went through the misery of being blamed for the attacks. Harry saw the pain on Bones's face when he showed Susan's own reaction, how she had given in to peer pressure and joined everyone in thinking he was the Heir of Slytherin.

They saw how Harry refused to go along with the stupid plan to sneak into the Slytherin common room with the polyjuice potion. Harry had known Malfoy was not the Heir, as the Malfoy Heir lacked the common sense, the skill or the drive to even do such a thing. When Fudge appeared and arrested Hagrid, Bones was really angry with how she had not known about this until the next day and remembered how Fudge had just given her some stupid excuse to fob her off.

"YOU JUST SENT HER TO THE HOSPITAL WING AND THEN TO GET HOT CHOCOLATE AFTER BEING EXPOSED TO DARK MAGIC?! ARE YOU STUPID?!" Bones exploded after seeing the awe-inspiring and terrifying way Harry had stopped the basilisk, and indeed many of the Aurors in attendance were looking at Harry in disbelief, awe and respect, and even fear. And many of them wondered how they'd fare against him. "SHE WAS EXPOSED TO DARK MAGIC, AND IT CLEARLY WARPED HER BRAIN; ITS NOT WONDER SHE BECAME A DEATH EATER! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"

"She was fine-," Dumbledore protested.

"And how would you know? For a respected, experienced wizard," Bones shouted, "you're immensely stupid; Ginny Weasley has been confirmed as a Death Eater; who knows how badly she was exposed. If you had done the responsible thing and not covered this mess up, the basilisk attacks would have been stopped, and all those students wouldn't have been petrified and making them lose a year, but you also gave into pureblood prejudice and didn't bother procuring mandrakes from other sources!"

Everyone in the audience muttered, and Hermione looked even more sick when she realised how right that was.

"Keep showing those memories, Mr Potter," Bones instructed. "I want to know more."

Harry nodded.

Bones was mortified when she saw how Marge Dursley disrespected the lives of two people before the encounter with the Dementors on the Hogwarts Express made her throw another temper tantrum.

"They were unsupervised!" She shrieked.

"Did Fudge handle that mess?" Harry wanted to know.

"He did," Bones ground her teeth.

Harry showed the rest of the third year, and while Bones was not happy with how the Dementors were out of control, she was even less impressed when he reached the part where the twins gave Dudley, who should have known better, that toffee. When they went through the Fourth Year, she was horrified when she saw how much was ignored and missed and how much Dumbledore covered up. The resurrection of Lord Voldemort being seen and observed was a wake-up call, as seeing it for real showed how much things could have been done wrong.

Before his fifth year, Harry had left the Dursleys for good, having had more than enough of the muggles to want nothing to do with them…little knowing that his act would see the three of them kissed, but at least it stopped him from being caught out, and given any kind of unfair justice from Fudge. When he got into his next year, Harry was treated unfairly and given nasty detentions from Umbridge, for no reason and ones he couldn't get out of and she'd tried using Blood Quills on him. But he had found a nifty dark spell which turned it back on her.

Bones was even more furious since magical children were important, and seeing one being abused in such a barbaric manner didn't sit well with her.

By the time he reached the point with the prophecy, Bones had found numerous things to be angry with, least of all some of her own Aurors being accomplices of Dumbledore's. When Harry reached the part where the prophecy came into play, Bones shook her head and the look in her eye told him she didn't believe in it either.

"Mr Potter, how would you feel if you gave evidence against Cornelius Fudge and Dolores Umbridge; both of them lost their magic and they were confirmed as Death Eaters. Would you accept?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, a smile on his face.