"The Half Blood Bastard, told me himself… or rather his Memory Fragment did. His Birth name… named for his Father and his Maternal Grandfather, an elitist so strong in his belief of his own superiority he kept his family alive for years on spite, alone." Harry didn't know where this was coming from, but someone had pulled the cork from the cask, and kicked the barrel over.

Harry's wand snapped out and in perfect penmanship, wrote out the Wizard's Name in blueish white flames. A flick of his wand drove the letters to the center of the Chamber. The three names hung there, burning on Harry's Anger alone.

Tom

Marvolo

Riddle

A slice of his Wand…

The Letters rearranged themselves.

I

Am

Lord

Voldemort

"And to think, the strongest Wizards in the Last Century are all Half-bloods." Harry reholstered his wand. "Not all of the Pure bloods that met their end under his wand were Blood Traitors. In fact, more than half of the Pure bloods that died by his Wand were his own followers and their Families."

"Harry, where are you getting this information from?" Albus cried.

"You never should have allowed that… thing into the School, Headmaster." The venom in Harry's voice was as acidic as the Basilisk Venom. "For too long, you have played God with my Life. You have held the Future of the Nation in the Palm of your Hand…" Harry held his hand out, palm up, before he made a fist. "And like the Ministry, you pitted us against each other rather than harnessing us together and leading or driving us into the future and the Greatness and Glory that is ours to claim."

"But my Duties…"

"Then you should have Stepped Down before they became too much for you… old fool." Harry snarled, as he felt something press on his mind. It was not something or someone outside himself, but something from within.

"Fudge has the excuse of being a politician and a weak willed wizard. But you old man, passed yourself off as a Paragon of our Society. You were supposed to be beyond reproach… and then you not only interfere with the freedom of an innocent… no, not innocent, a not guilty Lord of this Body, but the Heir of two Houses, both Ancient and Noble. Line Theft." Harry spat. "But by your actions, you led another Noble House to attempt Line Theft and cripple many Houses that were in need. They no doubt have evidence of Abuse of Power of your positions here in the Ministry… and as soon as they search your office and Quarters at Hogwarts…"

Amelia was scratching out a piece of parchment, before handing it to Fudge, who signed it and stamped it, before passing it on to Warlock Greengrass. The van-dyked wizard made a show of reading it, before he too signed and stamped it and had a page deliver it to Hammer. She read it and passed it to Vance and Jones. The two Auror-witches read the note, and they rushed into the tunnel to the Cells, as it was the only way out of the Courtroom.

The motion of the Director had distracted the Lordling.

"You stole the Heir to my House." Black spoke with an edge in his voice. "You placed him with Muggles who not only had no interest in raising a second child, but detested the Magic that runs through his veins. When he asked for options for not returning to the house, not the home, of those who live there, you sent him back anyhow." Sirius leaned on the rail looking down at the old man in the Chair. "We know why he was not sent to me." He snarled, embracing his alternative nature, "Why was My Heir not sent to one of the others."

"What others?" The Stuffed Vultured Hat wearing Witch's voice was cold and soft… like a knitted scarf wrapped around a snowball.

"Let's ask the Second Witness and Exciter of the Will." Sirius smiled at Albus. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

All eyes locked onto the old man. "I can honestly say I never really looked at the Who. Even as I signed them, I was planning to seal them and later claim the Estate in the Name of a Hogwarts Alumni Donation."

"And The Black Estate… as Harkon Aires Black is my Heir, My Godson and blood adopted Heir?" Black roared.

"If it passed to him… Finally something good would come from the Black Estate…" Albus was a little glassy eyed.

Greengrass leaned on the desk as he peered over and down at Albus. "You effectively tried to end two bloodlines, and not with honour. What is your justification for these actions?"

"I don't have a need for Justification. It was for the Greatest Good."

"Correct me if I am wrong… but this was for the Greater Good?" Dowager Longbottom had sprung to her feet and stood at the rail of her seat.

"Of course." Albus had spun to face the old witch. "Why else would I do anything?"

"Gellert Grindelwald used to say the same thing." Agusta sneered. "And now you are parroting his words. Does that mean you had something to do with Frank and Alice?"

"Of course not… just that Neville was the second option for the Boy Who Lived." Albus shrugged it off.

Amelia leaned on her Desk. "Are there any other wizards and witches that you put in harm's way? That you knew, were walking into spell fire and did nothing to help or protect?"

"Of course not… unless you count the Prewett twins, the McKinnon Family… the Vances and Joneses. And those are just the ones I remember."

"House Black asks again for this man to be allowed to walk." Sirius called across the room.

"And exactly why do you keep asking for him to be released?" Parkinson asked.

"House Lupin has declared Blood Feud." Sirius Black… Lord Black spoke calmly to the Chamber. "House Black has chosen to hear the call of their allied House and declare Blood Feud with Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

Harry Potter smiled. "House Potter has chosen to hear the Call but because I am not of Age we can only pledge aid."

"So… if Albus walks…" Lord Parkinson reasoned…

"Albus will not make it home." Connie Hammer sighed. "And with the Blood Feud declared within the Law… Anything they do to him…"

"And with House Potter in the mix…" Lady Greengrass chuckled loudly, "Albus will die either way before the Feud is declared off. And because they are saying House Black and Albus Dumbledore… Aberforth is not targeted by the Feud, but Houses Black, Potter, and Lupin will be leaving the feud to their heirs. And their Allies look to be ready to jump on the wagon."

"With the Feud in play, and what we heard, here today…" Parkinson leaned on the rail, "I ask this court, do we really want to know the extent of the crimes this man has committed? I say we declare him guilty of Line Theft three times over, Order the DMLE pump him full of babble juice, Vetriserum, and stamina potions, lock him in a room with a dicto quill and an endless ream scroll. Let him spill his weasely black guts out. If I hear anymore about what he did or why, I am likely to jump the rail and strangle him with my hands."

"I second the option of leaving everything in the Hands of the Inquisitors." Agusta sneered from her tier.

"House Greengrass calls for a vote on the subject of giving Albus to the Inquisitors." Lady Greengrass stood. "We have a Proposal, a Second. And a call for a vote, how say the Assembly?"

"This is a heavy Question. The Quorum of this Vote fails if even one of you votes Nay." Warlock Greengrass spoke softly. "To save time and effort. Secret Ballet. Place your wands in the appropriate slot. House Black and House Potter are barred due to the Fued."

"House Bones must abstain." Amelia called out. "As does the DMLE. Conflict of Interest."

Warlock looked across the chamber. "Vote for your truth. On the mark…" he raised the Gavel. "Mark!" He brought the Gavel down.

The Aye column burned bright… like only half the chamber voted Aye.

The Nay column stayed dark and cold.

Cyrus waited a minute, before he Gaveled again. "And the Ayes have it."

The chamber sighed as Albus was grabbed and drug into the Cell access.

Cyrus sighed. "We have a few more things. Fudge. You have been charged for crimes committed while in office. Please take the chair. At this time, you are stripped of your title and power of office. It is up to you to regain our trust and respect."

With as much Dignity as he could project, Fudge stepped down from his chair and sat in the Chair. "Ask away. Let my sins and crimes be seen for what they are… a sample of what is wrong with the Ministry."

After an hour of Connie milking the Minister like a pus filled boil, Cyrus called for a lunch break.

An hour later, as Fudge sat on the Chair, Connie Hammer circled the balding man and hummed. "Tell us Mister Fudge, why should we allow you to resume your duties as Minister for Magic of England?"

Fudge went silent and still.

After about three minutes, Fudge sighed. "In truth, I can't think of one single reason. I want to believe that I can't be bought, but I see that I have taken enough gold to pay the DMLE budget for a year at the manpower Bones wants Field. I want to say that once you buy me, I stay bought… but too many times has Lucius just strolled into my office and dropped a pouch of gold on my desk and told me to arrange the item I was originally bribed to do, to fall off the rail." He hung his head.

Harry stepped up to the rail. "You played the game. But you are playing the wrong position. What you need is a post where taking bribes is part of the Mandate."

Lady Greengrass started laughing loudly. Once she could stand, she approached her rail. "That would be the Mugwump. As Albus has been stripped of said position…"

"And Fudge's Graft and Grift?" Lord Parkinson asked.

"What would everyone say to stripping his accounts back to what they were before he became Minister." Longbottom called out. "Assign him the post, and Ship him out. We know where he is if we need him for anything, he will be accessible for the ICW to question, and we all know how he can turn belly up on command, just before he bites the hand that treats him."

This time it was not just Greengrass that was laughing.

"Again for this to pass… there can't be a single Nay. Fudge's vote doesn't count." Cyrus sighed. "Before I call for a vote, does the accused have anything to add?"

"For most of it, I was just following Orders, from Albus, from Malfoy, and… From Umbridge. I am willing to do anything to avoid going to Azkaban."

"Point of Inquiry." Harry Called out. "Are we just ignoring the crimes of this man, or are we just considering him a loose end we can snip later?"

Everyone looked at the other members around them.

Parkinson sighed. "A loose end. Many of us find that loose ends either snip themselves or lead to bigger issues. Either way, we do not have to squeeze this grape today. While it will be juicy, that's one pie that has too many fingers."

Harry nodded. "You crossed your metafores, but only Crabbe and Goyle would have missed it." He bowed his head to the Dark haired Lord. "Thank you. Aye."

Again the Nays were silent.

"And with that, we have two items left on the Agenda. One, voting for a new Chief Warlock and the Nomination for Minister." Cyrus sighed. "We will start with Minster Nominations." The Gavel rang out.

"I have a Contracted obligation to Nominate Lucius Malfoy. But I won't be voting for him." Parkinson sighed as he flopped into the chair behind him.

Half of the Chamber chuckled.

A fat and balding Wizard struggled to his feet. "The Man who really wants it with an impeccable record… Rufus Scrimgeour."

"And because we need three…" a witch with a gold shawl sneered. "Elphias Doge."

Scrimgeour of course Won.

"Now as my last official duty. I call for the Nomination of the New Chief Warlock."

"I have a funny idea." Harry was on the rail again. "Lord Greengrass. "He kept this body on keel and in motion. Those who like him … it will get him out of the House…" Harry's grin was not nice. "Those who have a bone to pick… He is going to be in the Office for long hours, on call, and away from his wife."

Both Greengrass adults stood to glare at the lad.

"Boy… do you know what you just did?" The Lady lost all jovality. "You just interfered with my Snoo Snoo!"

"Ask him about House Black and Its Heir." Harr yelled back. "There is only one thing worse than being denied Snoo Snoo."

Quit your complaining!" Black cried across the Chamber, "Before I throw open Talks and add to your Coven!"

No new Chief Warlock was chosen that day. Hearing that Potter was in a coven and his Lord was talking about opening the rolls… the hex on the Chamber shattered as every member of the Wizagomet rushed to see if they could leverage a finger or toe into the pie.

TBC