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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33970 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Harry was nearly vibrating with excitement.

The subpoenas had come the day after Dumbledore’s arrest, and in an hour, they'd be Flooing into the Ministry to put the man away for good.

“Eat, Harrison. It’s going to be a busy day. Lunch may be late, and I want you sharp today. No skipping or skimping on meals.” Severus warned.

Harry sighed, and started eating as he thought of the trial eagerly.

This was going to be so much fun!

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Marcus sighed when he saw his opposition.

Albus Dumbledore was powerful, was recently very influential, and was rich. Therefore, the man could afford to be represented by the best attorneys that money could buy.

Or, he could have, if the best of them would lower themselves to associating with a sworn enemy of the House of Black.

Luckily for Marcus, they would not.

So, while Dumbledore's attorney was good, and had bested Marcus the last time they had met in court, he was not the best, and he and Marcus had met four times before last, and were almost even with wins against each other.

With his new charm bracelet augmenting his persuasive skills, Marcus was confident that he could win this time.

Arnold Remans was his name, and he was talented, but Marcus was sure he would win. He had justice on his side.

But of course, as was always the case, only time would tell.

Dumbledore was brought in, clad in the grey robes of Azkaban, and looking pale and wan. He was sat in the chair, and the chains came to life, securing him there.

“Criminal trial on the 1st of March, into crimes committed by Albus Percival Wulfric Brain Dumbledore.” Fudge began. He paused, then added, “Due to the numerous lists of charges, the Defendant will be stripped of his title of Supreme Mugwump and will only be reinstated if he can prove that all charges are false to the Wizengamot's satisfaction.”

Harry felt elated as he watched Dumbledore slump just a little more in his bonds. That was the last little bit of prestige the man had left to claim.

And now, even that was gone.

“The charges are as follows: two counts of use of the Imperius curse, three counts of use of Avada Kedavra, murder of a Lord, Lady and Heir of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House, two counts of kidnapping, breaching the Statute of Secrecy, assault on a Muggle, creating and spreading a false prophecy, child endangerment, accessory to murder of Lord and Lady of an Ancient and Noble House, failure to report known facts about a crime committed against a Lord and Lady of an Ancient and Noble House, false imprisonment without trial of the Lord of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House, accessory to child abuse, conspiracy to murder the Lord of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House, three counts of tampering with a creature inheritance, placing a magic leech on a child, misuse of authority, illegal surveillance on a mated triad, conspiracy to view child pornography, illegal possession and use of a controlled substance, and possession of a banned poison.” Fudge looked weary and was clearly losing faith in everything he had once thought Albus Dumbledore stood for. “Speaking for the prosecution, Law Wizard Marcus Reynolds. For the defence, Law Wizard Arnold Remans.” Fudge then announced himself, his senior undersecretary, and Amelia Bones. Then he announced, “The prosecution has the floor.”

Marcus stood. “The prosecution would like to call Harry Potter, Lord Selwyn, to the stand, to testify on behalf of his departed family, with the agreement that he will be called again later to testify on his own behalf.” He said.

Harry gathered the papers he had copied from the Selwyn codex, everything not relating to the trial blacked out in deference to the Selwyn families' privacy, and took the stand.

“Lord Selwyn, you are not yet required to take Veritaserum, as you will merely be supplying written evidence. What is on those papers, and where do they come from?” Marcus asked.

Harry pressed his lips together tightly, then spoke. “These are the pertinent areas from the Selwyn family codex that list the Imperius curse Dumbledore placed on Adora Selwyn—”

There were shocked gasps and whispers at that.

“—and the killing curses he later cast on Adora, Hector and my uncle Daniel Selwyn, as well as the stasis he kept my mother—Elanore Selwyn—under for fifty years before implanting her in a Muggle woman when it began to fail.”

The whispers turned into a roar of sound, the crowd of people and reporters outraged by the murder of such a beloved family finally being solved to their satisfaction—and the pain the mere mention of such a thing renewed for those that had known and loved them.

“Order! We will have silence, even if I have to have the people not integral to this case removed from the courtroom!” Fudge shouted.

The threat of missing the trial silenced everyone.

Marcus inclined his head. “Are the parts not essential blacked out to preserve your families’ privacy?” He checked.

Harry nodded. “Only the spells cast by Dumbledore or at Dumbledore in their own defence are listed there.” He said, handing the papers over. “One copy for the Wizengamot, one for the defence.” He told the man.

Marcus glanced over them, having seen them before, and walked over to the Minister, handing over the papers, then handed one to his opponent.

Fudge looked them over, frowning, cast a spell to reveal that they had only had sections blacked out and nothing else had been edited, and handed them down the row of Wizengamot members, letting them all read the papers as he spoke. “Pages from a codex can be copied, but not edited to this extent. The charges of one count of Imperius and three killing curses will stand, as well as the three murder charges of a Lord, Lady and Heir of a Most Ancient and Most Noble house, as these pages are genuine. And poor little Daniel never had a chance. He was only five.” He said. He looked at Dumbledore and seemed to be reassessing the man before him.

Dumbledore looked sour and was glaring around the room.

“Thank you, Lord Selwyn, you may leave the stand for now.” Marcus said. “The prosecution calls Headmistress Minerva McGonagall to the stand.”

Minerva got up and took the stand.

“You are testifying about the kidnapping charge not related to having Elanore Selwyn in stasis, correct?” Marcus asked.

“I am, the other count was Harry, and I was there for it.” She confirmed.

Marcus nodded. “Do you consent to Veritaserum?” He checked.

“I do.” Minerva said.

An Auror administered the serum and asked, “What is your name and titles?”

“Minerva Isobel McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” She said clearly and proudly.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed suspiciously. If she was an acceptable Headmistress, and Tom was an heir… When had her loyalties shifted so profoundly?

“It is working.” The Auror confirmed.

Marcus stood in front of her. “You watched the home of Harry's supposed relatives the day before Harry was left there, correct?” He asked.

Minerva's lips tightened. “Yes, just in case the attack Albus suspected would happen did happen. Looking back, I realise that his surety the attack would come should have raised some alarm bells in my head.” She admitted.

Marcus nodded. “Yes, well, you had trust in your superiors, which is still an admirable trait. What was your opinion of the family?”

“They were awful people, not even fit to raise their own son, much less our precious saviour, much as he loathes the title.” She said in disgust. “Horrible people, all of them.”

Marcus hummed. “And what reason did the accused give you for placing Harry with them?”

Minerva frowned thunderously. “Blood Wards fuelled by Lily’s sacrifice. Which was a lie, as Elanore Selwyn shared no blood relation to Petunia Dursley!”

“Wouldn’t she have, though, after sharing Rose Evans’ womb for six months?” Marcus asked, playing devil’s advocate. “Blood does get transferred from mother to child.” He pointed out.

“A miniscule amount does, yes, but by two months into gestation a magical child has their own blood supply, and it doesn’t mingle enough to be meaningful at all. Lily Evans' blood was Selwyn through and through. There was no way Blood Wards would have taken at that house.”

Marcus nodded. “I see. Of course, at that time, you had no way of knowing that.”

Minerva sighed. “I watched him place the supposed ‘Blood Wards,’ and there was the tell-tale shimmer for a moment, but looking back on it, I felt nothing, and Albus always was good at illusions.” She shook her head. “I should have seen it for the farce it was.”

“He didn’t intend for you to know. It is a simple thing to overlook. You were at the reading of the Potter’s wills, correct?” Marcus asked.

Minerva swallowed thickly. “I was. Lily was always a favourite student of mine. We were close.” She said heavily.

Marcus clasped his hands behind his back. “And, in the event of their deaths, what was to happen to Harry?” He asked.

“He was to go to Severus first, Sirius Black if Severus was unable to take him, and Remus Lupin as a last option. There was a caveat that he must not go to the Dursleys' home, as Dumbledore had been informed of the mistreatment Harry would receive there.” She finished hotly.

Marcus nodded. “And was he? Mistreated, that is. To the best of your knowledge.”

Minerva drew in a breath. “He always seemed so cheerful. But he was so much smaller than the other children, and at first, he would flinch from even casual touches and hugs. He seemed to always expect it to hurt. I saw it, but I brushed it off. I convinced myself there was nothing there, where I never had before. It was strange.” She mused.

Marcus frowned. “Might you be under a compulsion to ignore signs of abuse from him?” He asked.

Minerva looked shocked. “I… Don’t want to admit that Albus might have done that, but… He's done everything else I can conceive of. He could have gone that far.” She sighed. “You can check.”

Marcus cast a quick revealing spell on her and a web of sickly yellow-green light encased her upper body, from her chest to her head. Marcus grimaced. “This is the Cogere compulsion, the strongest and darkest of the lot. This particular one is illegal, and this is clearly the variant that ensnares not only the mind, but the heart. It makes you not care as deeply for the subject as you would otherwise, and since you care for him already, you must have been fighting the effects this whole time.” He said.

Minerva’s eyes widened and filled with tears. “Not care about him?!” She whispered, then turned to face Dumbledore. “Tell me why, Albus!” She demanded hotly.

“I will ask him when it is time.” Marcus assured her before Fudge could scold her for talking to the defendant. “For now, we need to finish your questioning.”

Minerva gritted her teeth, but nodded.

“You'll need someone skilled in mental magics to take that off.” Marcus told her.

“I’m sure Severus will be willing.” She said.

“Alright, did Harry ever come to you with complaints about where he was living?” Marcus asked.

Minerva shook her head. “He was stoic, always. He never complained about it, at least not to me. Such a strong boy, willing to put up with so much that he shouldn’t have had to. We've done him a grave disservice letting it go on so long under false pretences.” She said sadly.

Marcus nodded. “No further questions.”
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