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The Dark Side of Puppy Love	By : yamiyugi23 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 27638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I have any rights to Harry Potter nor do I make any money from writing these fic’s.

Chapter 11

This chapter was written by both Dream OfStories and myself! But mainly Dream OfStories who wrote the trial, big thanks to Dream OfStories for the help!

Harry gave a tired groan as he stretched only for his hand to come into contact with a muscle chest. It was then that it hit Harry; Voldermort had surprised him yesterday with a surprise make out session only for Harry, from there Voldermort had used a Portkey to take them back to Harry’s bedroom at Marge’s house where they had then made love.

Harry gave a school boy giggle as he remembered the other night, it was magical, he never knew he could feel things like that. With a goofy smile Harry turned and looked at the clock on his bedside table only for his happiness to fade and fear take its place.

Today was the day, today was the day of the trial.

A pair of arms suddenly pulled Harry back down, a loving voice whispered sweat nothings in Harry’s ears calming him down.

“Hush my love,” Voldermort said as he ran a hand through Harry’s hair, “It’s going to be alright, everything’s going to work out fine, there’s no reason to worry, no reason to panic. We’ll get dressed go downstairs and have some breakfast with the others, and then we’ll head to the trial alright?”

“But what if something happens?” Harry asked nervously as he took deep breaths, “Something’s bound to go wrong.”

“I’ve got a few people there, some of them being polyjuiced as reporters, some as the trial guards, etcetera,” Voldermort said as he grabbed his and Harry’s clothes they had brought for the day and passed Harry’s over, “Now get dressed quickly so we can have some breakfast.”

Harry gave a sigh, today would be a long and hard day. Getting dressed quickly Harry waited for Voldermort before they made their way down the stairs.

“Come on you two,” Marge called as they was halfway down the stairs, “We don’t want to be late for the trial and we’re not leaving before you both have something to eat.

“I’m not sure I can stomach anything at the moment,” Harry said nervously as he and Voldemort walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, “My stomach feels all floppy like.”

“Well you’re at least going to have some toast and a glass of milk mister,” Marge said sternly as she placed both items down in front of Harry, “Now eat.”

“Please, love, for me?” Voldermort asked as he picked up a slice of toast and put it to Harry’s mouth, “I’ll be happier knowing that you’ve got something in your stomach before the trial starts.”

“Wish you could come with us,” Harry muttered as he took a bite of the toast.

“I feel the same love,” Voldermort said as he gave Harry a kiss on the forehead, “But, I’ve got the next best thing for you to help, look over to your left.”

Looking over to his left Harry couldn’t help the giggle that escaped his lips; there was Aidan stand there tall and proud as can be. Aidan had on a blue jacket and slip lead. Harry didn’t understand what the colours meant but he knew that it meant Aidan would be able to go everywhere with him.

“Here you go,” Marge said as she gave Harry Aidan’s lead, “You’ll be able to take him into the court room now; you’ll have some comfort when none of us can be with you.”

Marge never bothered to tell Harry that Aidan was to help take away stress and panic and thrust removing chances of panic attacks or help to alert someone to them when a panic attack began.

“Here, I almost forgot to give you this,” Marge said as she handed over a small key ring to Harry, “It’s in the shape of a snake with red eyes, muggles will think that it’s just a ‘good luck’ charm but it’s really an emergency portkey, it’ll take you to Voldermort’s bedroom when you say ‘protection’ in Parseltongue. It’ll then put up some wards so that only Voldermot, Fenrir, Remus, Sirius or myself can get to you.”

Harry gave Marge a brilliant smile as he made sure he had a tight grip on Aidan’s lead and the secret portkey was placed on his trousers, to Harry it seemed as if it completed the outfit.

“Alright, now that’s does all over with its time to get out of here,” Marge said with a cough as she placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

***Scene skips to the trial because we all know how much I suck at car travel scenes***

Harry pressed himself against Marge’s side as they pulled into the court room. Already the area outside was packed with reporters and they all began talking the moment Harry appeared.

“Back off!” Marge shouted, pulling Harry against her as she started to push her way towards the court house doors, “We’ve got a trial to get to!”

Aidan growled as he kept close to Harry’s side, snapping at any of the reporters that got too close. Between him and Marge it didn’t take the reporters long to back off so that the small group could get through the doors and to safety.

Once inside, one of the policemen glanced down at the dog, taking in his smart blue jacket, before gesturing towards the reception desk. Aunt Marge smiled at him and nudged Harry forward.

The young secretary looked up with a smile. “Hi! How can I help you today?”

“I’m Marge Dursley and this is my nephew, Harry Potter. We’re here for the Dursley’s trial?”

The secretary bit her lip and checked her screen. “Ah, here we are!” She gave Harry a reassuring smile, “If you could just head to that waiting room on the left, your lawyer should be there to go over any last minute details and with you.”

Harry gave her a shy smile, his hand curling around the dog’s fur and turned towards the door the receptionist had pointed towards. Aunt Marge placed her hand on his shoulder and led him towards the door. Harry could see the lawyer inside, talking to someone dressed in a dark suit. Whoever it was spotted them as they came towards the frosted glass door and left before he could get a good look.

“Ah Mr Potter, come in. There are just some things we need to go through before the trial. I’ll just go through everything that’s going to happen first and then if you have any questions…”

Harry nodded, relaxing a little at the sight of a familiar person. Aunt Marge at his back and the dog by his side helped too. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad…

***Time Skip***

“Mr Potter? They’re ready for you now.”

Harry stood up reluctantly. Aunt Marge had left to go and sit in the court room and left him sitting with the dog. No one had bothered him but it had been nerve wracking waiting to be called. He was just glad he didn’t actually have to stay through the whole trial. He wasn’t sure how he’d take it with everyone staring at him and whispering – especially as with his new ears he’d be able to hear every word…

“Just up here…”

Harry stepped forward a bit before glancing at the empty box where he’d been warned the Dursley’s would be sitting.

“I thought the Dursley’s were going to be here…?”

The usher shook his head, “They were, but there was a bit of a… disturbance so they were led out. Just up here please.”

Harry took a deep breath and stepped up into the witness box. Slowly, he repeated the oath, looking around the packed room to see if he could spot his aunt. She had promised that she’d be nearby. She’d promised… as his panic grew, the dog next to him stood up and nudged at him with its damp nose. Harry took a deep breath. It was alright. It had to be. Aunt Marge and Tom had both promised.

“Mr Potter? Are you ready to begin?”

He jumped a little and looked up with wide eyes at the judge. She was a kindly looking old lady, her white wig slightly off centre and her eyes with smile lines around their edges.

“Yes,” He whispered.

She frowned in sympathy. “I’m sorry Mr Potter but I’m going to have to ask you to speak up ok?”

“Yes ma’am, I’m ready.”

She beamed down at him before turning to the prosecutor. “Alright Mr. Pennyworth you may start. Please try to remember that Harry is NOT on trial here.”

The Dursley’s lawyer dipped his head to the judge and stood up, walking out from behind his desk so that he got a clear view of Harry. “Mr Potter…tell me, would you say it was common for you to get into fights when you were younger?”

Harry frowned slightly, “No.”

The lawyer tilted his head, “But Mr Potter, I have a number of reports about you getting into fights with Dudley Dursley and his friends. Surely, then, the answer is yes? You did get into fights?”

“It’s not a fight if you can’t fight back. I couldn’t. If I hurt Dudley then I’d be…” Harry choked a little as memories of the one time he tried to protect himself filled his head, “…punished.”

“And how did you know that Mr Potter?”

“I… I…”

“You hurt Dudley didn’t you? You attacked your cousin and you were punished for it. You attacked him, and Dudley had to defend himself - like you’ve threatened to attack other people. ”

“No… I…”

Harry’s breathing was coming faster now, and his eyes darted around the hall. His eyes spotted movement in the front row of the gallery and he focused on it. Aunt Marge was there. Her expression concerned as she made half an attempt to stand up.

“You are a danger to other people Mr Potter.”

“Objection! Mr Potter is not on trial here. We have already proved that he is the victim in all this. This line of questioning is irrelevant!”

“Sustained. Mr. Pennyworth you will stop this line of questioning now.”

The lawyer gave Harry one last look before returning to his seat, “No more questions your honour.”

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the fingers wrapped in the dog’s fur. Slowly his breathing began to return to normal. Everything was ok, Aunt Marge was here, and Voldemort had said that his people were scattered in the audience. If anything happened, he would be fine. Besides, he had his portkey still.

“Harry?”

Harry opened his eyes to see Mr. Smith smiling kindly at him. “Yes sir?”

“You told Mr. Pennyworth that you were punished. Could you describe to us what these punishments were and what they were for please?”

Harry nodded, “Mostly I was sent to my cupboard,” He shuffled his feet a little, “That would be for small things, like not finishing my chores or not cleaning the house properly…”

“The whole house?”

“Yes sir. Bigger things like burning the dinner, or pulling up one of my aunt’s flowers instead of a weed I wouldn’t be allowed to eat. ”

“And really big things… say…scratching your uncle’s car while washing it? Or causing trouble at school?”

Harry swallowed, “I… I only scratched uncle’s car once…”

“And what happened Harry?”

Harry shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t want to talk about that incident. It had only happened once… it wasn’t as if his uncle had made a habit of hitting him…

“Please answer the question Mr Potter.”

“He… he hit me… and broke my arm. I had to stay in my cupboard for a month until I was well enough to work.”

“You were just about to start full time school weren’t you?”

“Yes,” Harry shifted uncomfortably, “Aunt Petunia was worried I wouldn’t be recovered in time. She made me rest my arm lots.”

“What other punishments did you get Harry?”

“Sometimes I would have to stay outside. That was ok though, I could sleep on the pile of leaves behind the shed and it was sheltered there so the rain wouldn’t get me.”

“This was at night?”

“Yes…”

“And how old were you the first time that happened?”

Harry blinked and then frowned, “I think… I think I was four? I was supposed to be weeding but I didn’t get it finished. It was ok, it wasn’t that cold.”

Mr. Smith nodded, “No more questions your honour.”

“Thank you Mr Potter.” She smiled at him kindly, “You may leave the stand now. Bring the accused back in!”

Harry stiffened as he saw the Dursley’s being led back into the room and only the gentle hand of the usher on his elbow stopped him stumbling back, “This way Mr Potter…”

Harry followed, the dog nudging the back of his legs gently whenever he slowed. One last glance back as they left the room, allowed Harry to catch a glimpse of his Aunt Petunia’s pale face and his Uncle Vernon’s red one. Unfortunately, Uncle Vernon caught sight of him too. His yells and curses followed Harry as the usher quickly closed the door behind him.

***Scene change and small time skip***

Harry sat in the same spot the usher had left him on, breathing deeply while stroking Aidan’s fur calmingly. He knew that they had won the case and he was now at least free of the Dursley’s now, he was only waiting on Marge so would be the last one out of the court room.

Through they had won the case Harry couldn’t help the large amounts of emotions that he had been holding at bay to come forward and sweep him off his feet. At the moment he was trying to calm down without paying attention to his surroundings.

If Harry had been paying attention to his surroundings then he would have noticed her.

“Harry? Is that really you?” a soft feminine voice asked causing Harry’s head to turn quickly to face the direction the voice had come from.

Looking at the person who had spoken Harry couldn’t help but to allow his mouth to drop open.

Standing in front of him was an adult female about Marge’s age; she had long black hair and soft brown eyes. In all this woman looked to be a female version of his father.

“Who are you?” Harry asked carefully, his hand tightening around Adina’s lead.

“Don’t you remember me Harry?” the female version of his father asked, “I’m you’re……

To Be Continued…

Once again a big shout out of thanks to Dream OfStories for helping me out with this chapter!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and it makes up for the filler that was last chapter! Just know that not all my chapters will be this long!
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