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Chapter XII - Trial

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"The court will come to order!"
"Objection!"
There was a murmur of surprise from the select Wizards and Witches who had
been called to serve. The Court had only just been called and already the
Defendant was objecting.
"What is it?" Chief Judge Gilamy Horton asked.
"I object to this being a secret session," Heprah said
strenuously. "And I demand to know what I am accused of!"
Dumbledore rose. He was representing the Prosecution. He was wearing plain
purple robes, the ornamentation that usually accompanied his attire absent and
his eyes were unusually sombre. "I would request that this court remain a
secret session because this will be a very sensitive case, Judge Horton. If at
the end of this session you feel that I have been incorrect in my assessment, I
will not object if you feel the need to revoke the secrecy clause
retrospectively."
Judge Horton nodded at Dumbledore. The man had done so much for the
Wizarding World but he couldn't make his decision based solely on that. He was
meant to be impartial. However Dumbledore's suggestion was reasonable. It was
impossible to reinstate secrecy once it was gone. "I don't see a problem
with that."
Dumbledore smiled wanly before continuing, turning to Heprah. "I am
levelling various charges against you on behalf of Mr Harry Potter."
Throughout the room the minor stirrings ceased as the Hogwarts Headmaster
invoked the still legendary name. Even Judge Horton sat up straighter.
"Harry Potter?" Heprah scoffed. "I'm never met him! Why would
he be accusing me of anything?"
Several of the judging committee nodded, wondering the same thing. This was
a Wizarding Court. There was only the Accused, who in this case had chosen to
defend himself, the Prosecution, this time represented by Dumbledore and five
Judges who formed a Committee, headed by Horton and it was these five who would
make the final decision. Witnesses could be called by both sides and all legal
questioning techniques were permissible although Dumbledore didn't intend for
there to be many questions. Once he was through, he fully expected that the
Committee would condemn Heprah.
The Committee was comprised of several prominent members of the wider
Wizarding Community so that whatever decision was made, it represented what the
Wizarding World desired. Today, it had Horton, who was a Judge from the days of
the First Voldemort Death Eater Trials, Lefrant Junra, a fellow trader in
Magical Artefacts, Reika Nibbleby a free lance journalist - a secret court
session would later entail secrecy charms on all concerned so there was no
chance of Miss Nibbleby cashing in on her discoveries today, Bethany Salmato
who was representing any Ministry concerns and Lucius Malfoy...
If it had been any other case, Dumbledore would have been worried but he
knew Lucius would come to the right decision, despite his hatred for Mr Potter.
Tom wouldn't have had time to instruct his followers on this and he wouldn't
either, because he didn't want this issue to be general knowledge any more than
Dumbledore did but Lucius was intelligent, he would work it out.
Dumbledore took a deep breath. "On Mr Potter's behalf I am levelling
charges of spell casting on a minor without their consent with intent to
pervert the course of justice, violation of the protective wards surrounding
him and most seriously with child abuse."
"Child abuse?" Heprah laughed. "I told you, I know who he is,
everyone does but I have never met him!"
"He has met you."
"Then let him make these accusations! I have full respect for
the boy and what he's done for the Wizarding World but this is
ridiculous!"
Dumbledore nodded. "Due to circumstances Harry is currently under
several protection spells and is being accompanied by Guard Animals at all
times. If the Court will permit the animals then I will summon Harry."
"The Court so agrees," Horton said formally.
With a flick of his wand Dumbledore summoned Harry. The boy was pale and had
one hand on the large black dog that was at his side to calm the animal that
was snarling at Heprah, hackles raised and teeth barred. Harry looked around
with dull eyes, showing some slight curiosity. Since he had been rescued he had
been consumed by his memories. Having had them blocked for several years was
hitting him hard although occasionally his face would bear a secret soft smile.
Hedwig, fully recovered from the malnutrition also accompanied him although the
owl had changed. Her feathers no longer appeared to be the simple soft feathers
of a snowy but instead seemed to be hard and she appeared sleek and dangerous.
Her beak seemed to be long and sharp and her talons glistened as she gently
gripped Harry's shoulder. She turned unblinking yellow eyes towards Heprah and
hooted warningly.
"Harry," Dumbledore began calmly, for Harry's sake, ignoring the
shocked looks he was getting from the Committee as they took in how pale their
saviour was. "I know it's difficult but Heprah would like to know what you
are accusing him of."
Harry nodded, stroking Snuffles as Hedwig nuzzled into him comfortingly.
"He... He hurt me... Like the others... He hurt me," Harry began
quietly.
"Harry, I'm sorry but you have to be more specific."
"He raped me," Harry wailed, burying his face in Snuffles' fur as
he clung to the dog, looking more like a young child than a teenager of fifteen
years.
"He what..?" The exclamation came from almost everywhere.
"I did not!" Heprah objected. "This is some sort of twisted
joke."
Dumbledore sighed. "I wish it was. I truly wish it was," he said
solemnly. "But there is evidence to prove it."
"I think we need to hear this."
"Several days ago the reborn Lord Voldemort decided to come after Harry
Potter and the Dark Lord tripped the Wards around Harry's house. Several Aurors,
myself and a few members of the Order, scrambled and arrived in time to see
Voldemort carry Harry and his relatives off. In an effort to determine where
the Dark Lord had taken Harry I cast a 'Revisum' and discovered that Harry had
been continually abused as a child."
"There were Muggles also involved but Heprah was also present in the
spell."
"So why didn't we hear of this sooner?" Miss Nibbleby asked.
"Harry has been under an Obliviate since just before his eleventh
birthday. Lord Voldemort broke it."
"And you expect us to believe the memories weren't planted?"
Heprah asked.
Horton fixed him with an unimpressed stare. "Revisum does not rely on
the memories of people, it relies on the memories of objects," he
explained. "If you are strong enough, you can recall the memories of years
past."
Heprah's eyes opened wide and Snuffles yipped in an almost happy tone.
"He's making it up!"
"I have several witnesses who will testify to what they saw in the
Revisum charm," Dumbledore said before he sighed. "And, while this
would be a last resort, Harry may testify if the court feels it is
necessary."
"I would think it necessary!" Heprah snarled but cringed
back as Snuffles and Hedwig glared at him, as if daring him to take one step
towards their charge.
"Please call your first witness, Dumbledore," Horton invited.
"Thank you. I call the Auror Alastor Moody."
With a flash Alastor appeared standing in the witness box. He was dressed in
plain black Auror robes with his wand strapped to his side. He nodded briefly
before looking around the court.
"Thank you for coming, Alastor," Dumbledore greeted him.
Moody said nothing as he fixed his magical eye on Heprah and his natural eye
on Horton.
"We understand that you were present when Albus Dumbledore cast the
Revisum charm."
"I was."
"Could you tell the court what you saw?"
Alastor nodded as the 'Witness Field' extended itself around him. It was a
simple concept causing no pain but giving a visual assessment of the truth. It
glowed a pale yellow. If he lied it would change to red but if it detected no
untruth it would remain the same.
"It was late that night when I received Dumbledore's call. I responded
immediately and Apparated to Mr Potter's place of residence to find the Anti
Apparition Wards down. Several other Order Members and Auror's were there and
saw Lord Voldemort emerge from the house followed by two Death Eaters who had
Harry's family confined before the Dark Lord and his followers Apparated
away."
"Ha! So where was Mr Potter?" Heprah seemed triumphant.
"The Lord Voldemort had him but the Order of the Phoenix, as you can
see, has since rescued him but Mr Potter's where-abouts is not in question.
Since it was impossible at that particular time to pursue Voldemort we
continued into the house to see what had happened. We discovered recent
evidence of abuse on Harry carried out by his Muggle relatives, as well as
evidence of several broken spells."
"What were these spells?"
"Apart from the broken Wards, an Obliviate Fractus had been cast which
freed Mr Potter's memories. The Revisum charm was cast twice. The first was to
ascertain that Lord Voldemort had not harmed Mr Potter and the second time was
to see what Harry has had to endure for several years. It during this second
time that the Accused was seen in the Rooms memories in the company of the
Vampire Xeoaph Casitial."
"I'm sorry to have to ask this but did you see the Accused with Mr
Potter?"
"We saw many men with Harry and yes, the accused was one of them."
"Ridiculous!" Heprah scoffed but to the trained ear there was a
note of panic in his tone.
Snuffles snarled again but was restrained by Harry.
"What was the accused doing with Mr Potter?" Horton asked, keeping
his voice calm.
"He was engaged in sexual intercourse with Mr Potter," Moody kept
his tone neutral.
"Preposterous!"
"Mr Yusia, you may take the stand if you'd like," Horton invited.
"Why should I have to defend myself from these absurd
allegations?"
"Because they are not so absurd," Horton's voice was deathly
quiet.
"Indeed..." Lucius spoke. "If you take the stand, that would
be the quickest way of clearing this whole thing up." The man's grey eyes
were bright.
"No!"
"Perhaps the court would allow a visual aide?"
"What do you propose, Dumbledore?"
"If Harry permits, I can, or in fact, you could cast a Visible Memory
Charm which would allow the court to see Harry's memory. As I'm sure you are
all aware, such a charm calls forth the truth, not what Harry may have believed
happened but the true actions of the people in Harry's memory. Or perhaps, Mr
Yusia will permit the charm to be cast upon him?"
"No!"
Dumbledore turned to the boy beside him. "Harry?"
Harry had been warned that this was a possibility but he wasn't scared. It
would reveal the truth to the Judging Committee and while that would mean more
people who knew, they couldn't speak about this trial. It was one of the acts
of the secrecy clause. They would be able to verify that they made the decision
but they would not be able to reveal anything else from the trial. He nodded.
"In the interests of impartiality Mr Potter, I will cast the
spell," Horton stepped forward with his wand at the ready.
Harry nodded again and the spell was cast. It materialized as a cloud behind
him and he painfully forced himself to recall at time with Heprah. Usually all
the men had blurred together for him but Heprah had 'insisted' that he respond
to his advances and if he didn't he'd hurt him worse than anything. Harry knew
now it was the Crucio curse but at the time it had been enough to get his
compliance and he had learnt how to pleasure Heprah.
He didn't look at the image but he knew Heprah had just punished him for
some indiscretion. His bone ached with the memory. And now the wizard was
kissing his younger self to make up for causing him pain, running his hands
over Harry's body, massaging him gently as if to remove the residual pain of
the curse. Then of course Heprah had entered him. He covered his ears, trying
to block his scream but in his memory it was still there and there was nothing
he could do.
After a few moments more Horton broke the spell, turning to look at the
Wizard with disgust and contempt warring on his features. He spared a thought
for Harry who had to live with this and hoped that Dumbledore was up to
protecting him. "How could you?" He spat. "How could you to any
child?" He turned towards his fellow judges. "Do you need to see any
more?"
All four of them shook their heads. "Azkaban!" Bethany snarled.
Lefrant shook his head, "The Kiss!"
Reika nodded her agreement and Horton turned to Lucius. "The
Kiss," the older Malfoy agreed quietly.
"It's official then," Horton said, his eyes burning. "You
shall be taken to Azkaban where the Dementor's shall administer their Kiss.
This is the ruling of the court."
A blaze of light appeared around Heprah, restraining him before lesser
lights surrounded everyone else, seeping into them as the secrecy clause took
effect. Dumbledore placed one hand on Harry, sending him back to the Shrieking
Shack from whence Sirius would take him back to Hogwarts.
The Headmaster hid a grim smile. Court was over. Now perhaps Harry could
heal.

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Lucius sat back in his chair as he watched the fire. He narrowed his eyes as
he thought...
It had been an interesting day and the revelations had explained so much
that was puzzling about his Lord's behaviour.
Lucius had been surprised when he had been asked to serve on the Judging
Committee for a case involving Harry Potter. He had been with his Lord when
they had captured the boy so how had Dumbledore gotten the boy back so quickly?
Voldemort is growing weaker...
The fixation on Harry Potter was not normal... The boy had been troublesome
certainly but a quick Avada Kedrava would have solved the problem but it
appeared Voldemort's fixation had progressed... Lucius frowned... Harry Potter
had been attacked by Heprah but also by Muggles... Ah... It became clear...
That was why Lord Voldemort wanted those Muggles. He was going to extract
vengeance.
Weakness... The boy was nothing but trouble.
He is no longer fit to lead us... The thought was not new... Change
was coming...
"Father!"
"Draco," Lucius greeted his son, eyes still narrowed.
"How did the trial go?"
Lucius raised one eyebrow. "It was a Secret Session. You know I can't
tell you."
"What I know is that you have ways around that," Draco said in a
strictly business like manner.
Lucius smiled. "Very good, my son. You correct... But I may not reveal
all... Not so late in the game." Lucius half closed his eyes as he
considered. "You will not get the Mark, my son."
"What!? But I want to serve our Lord," Draco objected.
"And so you shall but the Dark Lord you serve will not be him. He had
become weak with his rebirth. You will be my Heir." Lucius sat back as he
watched his son consider the information.
Draco gulped. "Is he... Is he really that weak?" He asked
uncertainly.
"He is," Lucius confirmed. "He seeks Harry Potter but not to
kill... Instead he now wastes his and our time by seeking revenge for
Harry." Lucius shook his head. "It's better this way," he said
slowly. "History will remember him as a great Dark Lord who was cut down
in his prime but from the ashes of his rule rose another Lord, Lucius Malfoy."
Draco nodded, a sly smile forming on his pale features. "What do I
do?"
"For the moment, nothing... Nothing has changed... However I have some
information for you which I trust you will put to good use when the time
comes?"
Draco nodded.
"At this very moment, Dumbledore has Mr Potter at Hogwarts where the
Headmaster is attempting to heal Harry of his wounds."
"Potter's wounded?" Draco's eyes were alight.
"Emotionally, my son, emotionally. It appears his Muggle relatives
abused him extensively. He was raped many times and has only now come into
possession of that information when the Dark Lord broke the Obliviate on
him."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "So..." he said slowly. "He's
useless... If he's suffering that much then he wouldn't be able to fight anyone!"
"Exactly," Lucius smiled again. "I trust you will make the
appropriate arrangements to keep him that way."
Draco smiled back at his father. "Of course, My Lord."
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