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Vernon:
Vernon Dursley was annoyed. The old freak had told him countless times that he didn't care what happened inside the doors of number 4, Privet Drive, but now there were even more freaks, and all but a select few were glaring at Vernon as if he were the freak.
Not knowing where to look, Vernon turned in the direction of the boy. It was all his fault; if he hadn't been a freak, Vernon and his family would be sitting together on the couch with a dead freak in a river.
The boy was sitting with come freaks around his age, two had red hair and one was a brunette. There were three adults there too, one having black hair and the other two redheads. Why are there so many damn redheads? Vernon asked himself.
He wondered if it was a disease, maybe being a redhead increased your chances of being a freak. Petunia had said she was a redhead. Something to contemplate later, after Petunia and Dudley were out of jail and Vernon was let off.
The old man kept telling him he did nothing wrong and Vernon knew that, but all the other freaks seemed so angry. Maybe they're angry that the boy is taking up their time. Vernon wondered. "That must be it," he said aloud.
"What must be it, my boy?" The old freak asked.
Vernon shrugged his overly large shoulders. "The freaks must be angry that the boy is taking up their time," he told the man.
The freak hummed as Bones started to talk, "You are charged with the following," she boomed. "Child abuse, attempted murder, child neglect, assault, and damage of property."
Vernon smirked, he wasn't worried, what he had done to the boy, while being harsh, was completely deserved.
"I assume you, like the other members of your useless family, will plead innocent to all?" Bones asked through gritted teeth.
Vernon shook his head. "I am guilty," He continued to talk over all the gasps of the audience, "I would like a chance to plead my case, however for a reduced sentence."
The gentleman looked over to Bones, even from his chained chair he could see her eye was twitching. "Very well," she said, her voice full of anger, annoyance, ridicule, and sadness.
Vernon looked at the old freak next to him. "What do I say?" He asked.
The man smiled. "Let me handle it," he pulled a folded piece of paper from his freaky clothing. "I think this will help to shift some of the blame," The - only slightly - insufferable man said.
"This note was written by Harry Potter, who does not believe his uncle was to blame for the unfortunate incidents at Privet Drive," He said.
Vernon didn't know what 'note' this was, but he was confident he would get away with punishing the freak.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Bones yelled. "That note is completely ridiculous, no one in their right mind would believe anything written in it!" She exploded.
The freak honestly looked ready to cry. She was taking deep, calming breaths and had her eyes closed. "You cannot read that note, Dumbledore," she tried again, slightly calmer this time.
Dumbledore shook his head, "I am sorry Madam Bones, but this note could excuse my client of any wrongdoing."
Bones took a shaky breath. "No. That note is the property of Mr. Potter, you have no right to show it to the entire wizengamot without his permission."
The old freak laughed, his repulsive eyes twinkling. "Minerva McGonagall showed me the note, and as she is his magical guardian, it is perfectly legal for it to be shown in court."
Bones' eye twitched. "I wish we were in the muggle world," she mumbled.
"Hear hear!" Vernon exclaimed.
Bones sent him a dirty look, as did several other freaks. "Any witnesses who are here should likely leave," she said, looking directly at the boy.
The gentleman looked up at the stands again. The boy, the girl with repulsive pink hair, all of the redheads but Bones' niece, the brunette, and the lady with black hair were exiting the room.
"This letter was first read by Professor Minerva McGonagall, but I am aware several other people read it at one point or another. Mrs. Molly Weasley, Madam Amelia Bones, Madam Poppy Pomfrey, and likely Ms. Ginerva Weasley, also read the note," The old man said.
"Yes they did, and let it be known that Professor McGonagall, Mrs. Weasley, and Ms. Weasley have left the room, in addition to Mr. Potter" One of the freaks in the back row said, glaring at the old man.
Bones glared at the old man too. "And if I were not needed here, I would too," she growled.
The man - Bumbledore? - ignored her and started to read the paper. "These are Harry's exact words: Before I start listing, I want you to understand something: This is not abuse, I deserve this. I told Cedric to get the cup with me; had I not done that he would still be alive. I am a burden on my relatives too. They are not bad people to everyone, just me. They treat Dudley so well because he deserves it; he's not the reason his parents are dead and his blood wasn't used to resurrect the Dark Lord," The man read.
There was silence. It was so quiet that Vernon thought he could hear the wind, even here in the dungeons.
The kind man finally understood why all those freaks left the room and why Bones looked ready to explode in both angry and sad tears. Those who did not know the freak would have felt bad, but Vernon knew better. He was perfectly aware about how disobedient the boy could be, but evidently the other freaks did not.
Bones' niece and a black freak left the room as Dumbledore opened his mouth again. The young redhead actually gave Dumbledore the finger!
"Obviously, young Mr. Potter did not blame his relatives, therefore I propose you re-"
He was cut off by an elderly lady in the back, "Dumbledore, use your brain!" She yelled.
"Thank you Madame Longbottom," Bones said.
"My grandson - Neville Longbottom - is one of Harry Potter's friends in school. Neville has told me Mr. Potter is quiet and kind-hearted," She gritted out, ignoring Bones.
Dumbledore inclined his head, "Alas, he blames himself, perhaps he is a better person at sc-"
Dumbledore was caught off by several people at once, all obviously angry.
"If I may speak, Madam Bones?" Rang out the voice of the one Petunia called Snape.
The blonde inclined her head, "Order!" She said with a bang of her gravel.
The accusations and conversation ceased immediately and Bones spoke again, "I call upon Professor Severus Snape."
Snape gave a curt nod and stood, "I have the boy for potions, he is an disgraceful little whel-"
He too was cut off by several people, but Vernon's voice was heard above all others, "Damn right!"
Bones didn't even try to regain order as she glared at Snape.
The slimy freak raised his hands. "May I finish?"
The room quieted again and Snape spoke once more, "However no one - not even Potter - deserves what Tuney and her male counterparts did."
Dumbledore's eyes flashed with anger for a moment before he continued. "The note also says, and I'm just taking snippets here, 'I have been beaten for as long as I can remember; but this summer I deserve it for keeping my relatives up because of my nightmares of the graveyard. I keep waking up screaming every night; how else can they shut me up?,' 'If I didn't finish in time I was beaten; which, once again, was deserved because I was too slow.,' and 'This is because I was, and still am, a freak. I deserve this so please don't be too mad, at least not for my sake.'" The man gave another insufferable smile and sat back down.
Everyone was quiet again.
It was a few more minutes before Bones spoke again, "Is that your entire 'defense,' Dursley?" she asked.
Vernon nodded, it should be more than enough.
"The assult charge is about what Dudley Dursley did to my niece, Susan Bones, also true for Mr. Dursley and myself," she informed the gamot.
"All in favor of Vernon Dursley being guilty on all charges?" She asked.
Evidently, no one but Vernon and Dumbledore were surprised when every stick on the gamot raised.
"All in favor of the dementors kiss?" she asked after lowering her stick.
Most sticks were raised when Snape spoke again. "Forgive me, but may I deal with him?"
Bones raised her eyebrows. "All in favor?"
Every stick rose and Bones spoke again, "No unforgivables Severus, and please make sure to inform us when he 'mysteriously' dies." She told the man decked in black.
The man nodded curtly before leaving the room behind Vernon and the two freaks on either side of him.
The last thing Vernon heard before the door shut was Dumbledore asking, "Was that even legal?" and several laughs from the gamot before Bones said curtly, "What matters more: a monster dying mysteriously or the savior of our world dying due to said monster?"
