Harry Potter sat on a bed in the Ministry Of Magic, waiting for his trial, when two Aurors entered the room.

"Get up; your trial is today," the taller auror said.

"No."

"That was an order, Potter," the other auror spat, pointing his wand at Harry.

He reluctantly stood up and allowed the Aurors to handcuff him.

As he was led to the courtroom, he couldn't help but notice the stares he was receiving from many of the ministry employees. They couldn't believe that the Boy-Who-Lived was on trial for murder.

The Aurors shoved him into a chair in the middle of the courtroom as Amelia Bones, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement entered the room.

One of the guards approached Harry with a small vial of veritaserum and forced him to swallow it.

"Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot, we are gathered here today for the trial of one Harry Potter. He will be tried under veritaserum. I will now ask a series of questions to ensure that the veritaserum is working correctly," she addressed the court.

After staring at him for about a minute, she spoke, "Are you Harry James Potter?"

"Yes."

"What is your date of birth?"

"July Thirty-First, Nineteen-Eighty-one."

"Did you kill Cedric Diggory?"

"Yes," he said, causing much of the Wizengamot to gasp.

"Through the Veil!" yelled a man whom Harry recognized as Amos Diggory.

"Lord Diggory, please do not interrupt," Amelia said sternly. Turning her attention back to Harry, she asked, "Why did you kill Cedric Diggory?"

"He was sacrificed so they could return. They are coming," he cackled loudly.

Many of the lords of the Wizengamot were sick to their stomachs hearing about what he did to Cedric.

Human sacrifices. Magical Britain always was ignorant of the truth.

"Mr Potter, who is it that you believe is coming?"

"All of them," he said, still cackling like a madman.

"All of—"

Amelia was cut off by a scream as hundreds of ghostly figures stormed into the courtroom, phasing through each other, and began firing spells at the Wizengamot.

Nobody noticed a spectral man who resembled James Potter free Harry and give him a cloak, instead focusing on fighting the army of ghosts who were attacking without hesitation.

After about half of the Wizengamot lay dead on the floor, Harry stood and addressed Dumbledore, who was trying to escape.

"You see, Dumbledore, this is the power of the Peverells. We can raise an army of the dead. The hallows? They're enchanted to only truly work for a descendant of the Morrígan. We're descendants of her only human son, and that's why they work for me. We can even split our soul," Harry pulled out a small blue orb from his chest and pushed it into his cloak, "but most importantly, we can do this."

Dumbledore watched in horror as two ghosts, whom he recognized as Harry's parents, held him down as Harry approached.

"You know, Dumbledore, this is all your fault. You left me with the Dursleys. You let Voldemort into Hogwarts. You never gave Sirius a trial. You didn't even try to get me out of the damned tournament. Don't you see, Dumbledore? It's all your fault."

Harry stood above Dumbledore and paused momentarily before continuing, "Oh, and one last thing; a Black never abandons their family."

The courtroom doors opened and Sirius, Andromeda Tonks, Bellatrix Lestrange, Narcissa Malfoy, and Regulus Black stormed in.

'He should be dead! I made sure that he wouldn't get out of that damn cave!' Dumbledore thought when he saw Regulus standing behind Harry.

"Goodbye Dumbles," was the last thing he heard before Harry's hand phased through his chest and pulled out a small, hairy heart.