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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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~A/N - This chapter is shorter, because it was part of a much longer chapter. It just made sense to cut it where I did and make them two chapters. The next one will be updated when I am sure I won't add any more to it ;)
djaddict - The magic weaving was something that was not something I had anticipated, it flowed out of my brain before I could stop it and it fit really... No it wasn't necessary, but it was cool... More Fudge is on the way, though the major stuff is in the next chapter. I went back and fixed the last two chapters for a few things.. And I searched for possessive bones... lol I had it in the weirdest places, including one where it was just talking about physical bones...lol No one knows that Blaise's mother is dead. Just Draco, Harry, the snatcher and Blaise... Not even Voldemort.
Meechypoo - Thank you for the lovely review. Yes, things are starting to fall into place... and sometimes not how I originally imagined them, but oh well... The plot leads the reins. I keep thinking I'm close to the end and the next thing I know, the story takes another twist making the road longer. I can not help the serious Sirius puns either, you are not alone. lol The best for Fudge is yet to come, but here is my next installment... enjoy.
Staar - Thanks, It is the beginning of the end... just you wait...
Soooo... before you dive into my next chapter, I have a poll of sorts... I have a couple of plot prompts that have bitten me... and I would like to know which one you would like to read about next... I don't know if any of them will be chapter fics or oneshots.. but here are some of my prompts that I wrote down for you to vote on:
Polyjuice Passion/Poison
Either Draco or Severus use Polyjuice to gain information, but find out a romantic secret from Harry and friends that leads to more.
I would do anything for love
Harry learns to be dark, putting Severus into a daze until he can clear the world of bad wizards and let their lives be free
Ensnare the senses
Harry has to learn how to use all his senses while fighting. Severus trains him blind folded, and then leads to more sensual experiments.
Just a piece of wood
Harry and Severus get captured and Harry has to improvise after learning wand lore, he creates his own wand from something he finds after his is taken and gets them out of a tight spot.
Amnesia (Obliviate)
Harry and Draco had a strong love, until Draco finds out his task. He breaks Harry's heart and leaves him in order to protect Harry from things to come. Harry can't take the pain and obliviate's himself. After the war Draco can't understand why Harry does not remember anything and digs deep to figure it out...
Fairy Tale Romance
Find two characters, and the perfect setting for a retelling of how I met my husband.
Onward to the next chapter... (Leave your vote in Review section please.)
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Chapter 34 - Judgment of the Willing
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office fingering one of the two vials Harry had given him just a little while ago. He had yet to tell Harry of his decision. Never in a century had he even considered the possibilities before him. The impact of the opportunities would be one that he was not sure he could accomplish, and in that was the only part of his decision that caused him concern. Magic had been with him for over a hundred years, it was part of his breath, part of his soul. Can you give up something so ingrained for love? If he held on to it, he would be doing so for a selfish reason, if he let go that too was selfish.
His bright blue eyes twinkled brightly just then as he worked out that conclusion. Harry had presented him with two choices, but neither one would be selfless... He had to be selfish to make either one of them. His smile grew just a bit. He stared down at the silvery mixture of a vial labeled "See First". That one had made him cry just a little, the ache in his chest both expanded and receded. That first memory was from Harry's vision, and as of yet had not taken place, but still it was a boon to an old man's heart.
He had watched a frail old man, lie to one of the most evil wizards of all time. It was a beautiful scene to watch until Voldemort killed Gellert. Gellert had protected their secret to the end, and had suffered for it.
He almost could not understand why Harry had let him see that, especially after the announcement of Gellert's death in the Prophet that day. He understood when he viewed the second memory though. Tears fell again as he remembered...
Harry landed on the sill of a high tower. The darkness was almost complete, save for the light of the moon. Harry bent down and placed a hand on the frail man's shoulder. "Gellert, I need you to wake up."
Old eyes opened slowly. Gone were the younger reflexes, the ability to whirl around at any sound of danger. He had resigned himself long ago to welcome death, no matter who it was the finally came for him. His eyes took in the rather large man before him, there was an air of power that was unmistakable. When he looked into the deep green eyes of the man before him, he noted the signs missing that had once been missing from someone else long ago... Pride, hunger, and ambition... Those were missing in those eyes. The old man used his weak arms to prop himself up to a sitting position on his stone bed. His voice came out in barely a whisper from misuse.
"I am awake, do what you will."
Harry looked over the man, the rags tattered, and unclean. The smell in the air was stale, but not overly nasty. Elves had seen to the man's care and hygiene.
"I am here to pass judgment for your crimes, My name is Harry Potter and I am the son of the Earth. Augur Saeculum. But before I do, I need to hear what you have to say on your behalf, and that of your cohort who helped you start down your path, Albus Dumbledore." Harry's voice was that of a wizard many times older.
Gellert looked this Harry Potter up and down. The name was familiar to him, every now and then scraps of news made it to his ears. To know that he not only was faced with, THE Harry Potter, but an Augur as well, that was frightening. What did this man know of Albus? Evidently he knew of the early years. Albus had been through enough, he did not need to add on to that burden.
"I accept your judgment, for all crimes upon myself alone. Albus has already paid too much of a cost, and has none of the responsibility. I offer no excuses for my actions, as there are none to offer. I made my decisions alone. I regret the suffering of the innocents that happened because of my decisions and my actions, no one deserves judgment more than me." The old man stated. The last of his words were raspy but firm.
"Stand, Gellert Grindelwald." was all Harry said.
It took a few moments, and a few stumbles, but he stood as straight as he could. Harry weaved his hands, binding the man in place. It was more for stability than for restraint. "Look at me and witness your judgment." Harry's eyes drained of their color and the blackness of utter darkness flowed into them.
Gellert watched in morbid fascination, his body was held firmly, so there was no fear of falling. The eyes were drawing him in and finally fear registered throughout his body. Fear unlike he had ever known. The screams that had haunted him for a century ripped into his mind, eyes filled with accusations, mouths screaming for his death. Ripple after ripple of pain poured down him, each shard felt imminently worse than a thousand pain curses. If he had not been firmly bound, his body would have flung itself upon the floor to it's death.
Ice suddenly flowed through his body, numbing the burning fire that had burned him without ceasing. He could feel his body and soul frozen. His eyes cleared of his nightmares and focused on the reflection now in the Augurs eyes. A figure stood in the gap between Augur and the judged.
Harry had hoped, that this judgment would work as he had planned. He felt the fires of judgement flow from his fingertips, red tongues of fire dancing around Gellert's head like a swirling ball. He could hear the screams, see the accusing eyes and he waited for the icy fingers of death to claim the soul.
Death's voice was a simple breath upon his ears. "Let the choice be a selfish waste of human desire."
The old man in the dark prison was frozen in time.
Harry smiled inwardly. He spoke to the man in front of him, his whole voice echoed through the air.
"Judgment will not be mine. He who defeated you will choose your fate. To forever wander the muggle world without magic and without love. Or to join you with youth and love, forsaking magic for the rest of your lives. So speaks Death, So speaks the Augur. You are banished until your fate is complete."
Harry closed his eyes, focused on where he was going to send this man. He lifted his hands, a blue blanket of magic appeared and covered the entire frame of the old man. His foot fell and the floor leapt under the blue flames of magic to encapsulate the man from below. One large hand passed through the blue flames and pressed against Gellert's chest.
Gellert, though frozen, felt something inside himself break free and float. It was a pleasurable sensation almost, until it reached his chest. Every part of his being screeched and wailed, it clenched and stretched, not wanting to yield it's prize. A strong push sent the dark purple light out of his chest and into Harry's hand. Something painful shot though him as this thing was ripped out of him and shredded under the light to exist no more. His mind was only comprehending the words spoken, He was now a muggle. And Albus would either choose to join him or condemn him to walk alone. His body shifted as he felt himself blink out of existence.
Harry opened his eyes and stared at the space where Gellert had stood, watching the flames die and the room turn dark once more. He transfigured a replica of the old man onto the bed from a scrap of food left on a dirty plate. Harry left out the window the same way he had originally entered.
Albus' fingers caressed the second vial. It was his choice. Each one laced with selfishness and each one for his own. There was no other choice, since viewing both memories, there had only ever been one choice. He would tell Harry soon, the boy deserved to know the answer. But for now, he had a very important meeting to attend to.
Minister Fudge did not like waking up early, but he wanted to be one of the first to read the morning's post. He looked over at the table near the window, and did not see the normal morning copy of the Prophet sitting there as it would every morning. Something was off. He picked up the only thing on the table, a ministry letter with the seal of the Wizengamot. Probably some formality he had forgotten to sign off on. Before he could tear it open to read it, he was jarred by two cracks of apparition into his living room. Cornelius pulled the strings to his dressing robe tighter as two Aurors appeared before him.
"Minister" Kingsley addressed the older man.
"What are you doing here Kingsley?" Fudge exclaimed.
"Sir, we are ordered by the wizengamot to take you into custody pending a formal hearing in an hour. You are granted 10 minutes of supervised time to gather your things and make yourself ready." Kingsley instructed, his face completely neutral.
"I beg your pardon?" Fudge was turning red from rage.
"It's all in the letter in your hand." Said the other Auror. He was shorter than Kingsley and had an almost arrogant air to him. His hair was just a light brown, short and conformed to his round head. Hazel eyes searched around the room and narrowed on the Minister.
Fudge looked down at the unopened envelope and tore it open.
Cornelius Fudge,
Your title has been suspended pending a hearing of the egregious nature of your tenure. You are charged with using your office to interfere with public opinion via slander, bribery and with the use of an unforgivable curse. You are entitled to represent yourself at the Ministry of magic, hearing to be set tomorrow at 8 o'clock in the morning. You will be escorted by two Aurors from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. They will be claiming your wand until the duration and the outcome of the hearing has been satisfied.
Yours,
Amelia Bones - Vice Mugwump, Wizengamot. High Inquisitor, Ministry of Magic.
Cornelius just stared at the object in his hand for moments before Kingsley broke the silence.
"You have 8 minutes left, Sir... Your wand and then you can dress." Kingsley swished his wand and Cornelius' short wand flew into his hand.
Fudge tromped loudly towards his room to get dressed, he had a feeling this day was going to be a nightmare.
Harry was standing in front of a long mirror fiddling with his hair. He had hoped to appear professional and responsible, instead of intimidating. He had ensured that his face was clean shaven, to soften his usual rugged look, and adjusted his new glasses that fit his face just a bit better. Draco stood behind him and just smirked.
"You can't hide who you are... They will all look at you like a cherry in an olive jar. You just have to wear a mask with them. Polite, calm but not too aloof or arrogant. You can do that, love... I know you can." Draco instructed as he came closer wiping non-existence lint off Harry's shoulder before placing a soft kiss on one cheek.
Harry sighed. He hated being different. One day he hoped that he could get past all that. He turned and Draco's arms were open to him, and he let himself be held. Draco was his sanctuary. He let himself breathe in the scent of citrus and honey and let it calm him, everything just fell away and he was just Harry.
Severus was very nervous about the morning. Not only was the plan for the minister to be on trial, but something bigger was going to happen. His stomach was in knots, and there was an anticipation that made his blood run cold. What could happen today was nothing short of a disaster or a miracle. The whine at his side from the dark shaggy dog, was an indication that Sirius was anxious as well. They were as ready as they could be. Severus let his hand trail over the shaggy fur for just a brief calming moment, then turned towards the floo, and waited until the mutt was close enough for him to hold onto before calling out the destination of the ministry.
Amelia Bones sat at her desk, looking at the small vials before her. Destiny was in her grasp and she could feel the pounding of her chest. Each vial contained just three drops and a label: Cornelius Fudge, Narcissa Malfoy, Sirius Black, Arthur Weasley, and Vincent Crabbe Jr.
Harry arrived early, his entrance via the floo landed him in the atrium. He was assaulted with sights, sounds and smells from his vision... The cold stone, the scent of water from the fountain, the sounds of feet above him. He was just a bit off balance staring around from side to side his head jerking in the direction of where Voldemort had stood, looking to see where the Cattermole's had gaped at Ron. Then there was a tick inside his head as if a clock was ticking, making and enormous sound... a pull towards a room far below him, almost a seductive pull. He was brought out of his thoughts when he was slammed into by a large black dog who was trying to shake off soot.
Harry's eyes refocused on his companions. Severus Snape, elegant as always emerged from the floo, with Sirius in tow.
"I didn't know dogs could travel by floo." Harry said, grinning at his godfather, only to receive a nip on his leg... He yelped and laughed.
Severus rolled his eyes, "Children." was all he said with a sigh as he made his way to the lifts.
It was just the three of them this time, no interdepartmental memos overhead, just the sounds of the lift as it shifted backwards and then down at a slight off angle.
They were all quiet, the anxiety had taken hold in all of them. When the lift doors opened, they walked quietly to the trial room and took their seats. Severus was with Sirius in the Witness area, Harry moved to take his spot in the accuser area, and sat down next to another man, whom he had never seen before.
He took in the courtroom, it was empty of the entire court, since only the witnesses and the accusers were in attendance. Harry noted Sirius' agitation, Severus calm demeanor never faltered, Albus sat still with his hand on Vincent Crabbe's shoulder, Arthur was fidgeting as he sat next to a very pretty and very aristocratic Narcissa Malfoy. Harry scanned the room, if anything he would not let his husband's mother be a target for anything. He stood up and let his eyes roam the room, He knew all the spots for offenders to hide, he had many years under his belt in this very room. His eyes flowed to the top, just above the main podium, he eyed the air flow opening, murmuring a few spells to ward it against intrusion and eavesdropping. His old training taking hold as he walked the semi-circle and moved up three rows on the east side and warded another crack in the podium. Instinct and old habits took over as he cast revealing spells on both the south and north side where the walls were thinner. Nothing came back to him as he stepped down to the floor eyeing the chair and cast a few more spells to ensure the accused would not be sitting in a hexed chair. He was startled a bit by the voice that interrupted his concentration.
"Shouldn't you wait for Kingsley the Trial Auror to do that, Mr. Potter?" Rufus Scrimgeour asked a strange smile on his face.
Harry blinked a bit then looked the man in the eye. "Sorry, sir... Just wanted make sure..."
Rufus didn't let Harry finish, "You seem utterly practiced in the position of Trial Auror, and well who better in my opinion to see to the security of all than an accuser... hmmm... No offense, but please let me just ensure the accused's chair is clear."
Harry nodded and went back to his seat, he could tell the old Auror chief was amused, and curious, but still efficient as ever. He was gifted with a nod and a brief smile when Rufus greeted Kingsley at the door and whispered to the Auror. Kingsley smiled ruefully and nodded, then cast one all encompassing charm to seal the room, not even hiding the fact that he accepted Harry’s work. He turned away and another Auror entered with Minister Fudge preceding him. Harry recognized the Auror, and a pang of hurt went through him. He remembered the man well.
Harry's first team was under Horatio Bloomden, an experienced Auror who had been with the Ministry for over 15 years. Many of his fellow trainees had told him that Bloomden's was a harsh team leader. He was brutal if you messed up anything on a carefully crafted mission. It was under Bloomden that Harry truly blossomed. Much like Professor Snape, Bloomden had a way of making you respect him with a stern quality. But unlike Professor Snape, praise could be earned and when it was, it was like a rare piece of gold.
He had quickly earned the second position under the deputy to the team lead, when they got their mission for an incursion into the remnants of what was called Fenrir's pack. Though werewolves never actually had a pack, or even really ran in groups, there was a few left over from the war who were still angry. They had worked together to continue Fenrir's dream of infecting the whole of the wizarding world. They had traveled to Breemar, just inside the Glenmore Forest Park. Thier intelligence indicated the werewolf camp several kilometers to the north near a small finger lake.
They had been ordered to take prisoners, but two of their team seemed to have a prejudice. Out of the 12 werewolves in the camp, 7 were killed before both Harry and Bloomden could incapacitate the deputy team leader and another trainee. Bloomden had taken a severe hit by another werewolf just after the incursion ended, one had escaped the weaker bindings of another Auror. It was probably because the underestimated the strength of the 13 year old girl. Bloomden had not been bitten, but he had been severely mauled before Harry had gotten to him. Bloomden had not taken the hit well. Even after he had survived it, his own perfectionist side had shown and he had internally berated himself so much that he resigned two days after his release from St. Mungo's and committed suicide a month later.
Harry's eyes met the familiar hazel eyes across the room, there of course was no recognition there. Harry looked away and sighed, hopefully another life he could save, but he knew that even as he hoped, he could not save everyone.
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