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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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Arnold Remans came forward next and observed Minerva closely.

“Tell me, do you always take such a… Deep interest in your students’ home lives?” He asked quietly, his voice calm, yet carrying in the stillness of the room.

Minerva bristled. “Yes, Sir, I always do! My students have to be able to rely on me when they are at school. As Gryffindor Head of House, I am the de-facto mother figure for all of my lions while they are at Hogwarts, and I involve myself directly with their parents or guardians whenever I must. I have been known in the case of one of my students to petition their guardian to purchase him a new wand when I discovered he was using his father’s wand. I care for them all and watch over them as if they were my own. As any good Head of House does for their students!”

“Is it normal for you to know this much information about your former students’ legal affairs?” Arnold tried next.

“Legal affairs, not so much. However, upon finding out that I would be willing to testify on his behalf at the trial, Harry showed the pertinent codex pages to me, to show his relation to Adora Selwyn, and so I would not be blindsided by the information and lose my composure in public. Adora and my mother were close.” Minerva pressed her lips together. “Harry always was very concerned for people’s dignity, and never wanted to wrong-foot a friend.” She added.

Arnold hummed doubtfully. “How long did you watch the family Mr. Dumbledore placed Harry with?”

Minerva frowned. “A full day.” She answered.

“And you believe just by watching them for one day, you can form an opinion of them? Couldn’t they have been having an off day?” He pressed.

Minerva’s eyes narrowed. “Those Muggles were so against anything even a little bit different, anything that deviated from the norm, that I knew they would not be able to handle raising a magical child. They were not the type to laugh off accidental magic or look the other way when the child they took in started displaying odd behaviours. Indeed, they struck me as the type to lash out—perhaps violently, perhaps not—whenever the slightest thing disrupted their perfectly normal daily routine. I knew that Harry, from what Lily had already told me of him, would be anything but a normal child.”

“You said, perhaps violently. You also said Mr. Potter—I’m sorry, Lord Selwyn—never came to you to speak of any abuse. Children do not always grow at the same rates as others, or indeed, to the same stature as their parents, and might his timidity have been the result of shyness, rather than a violent home life? He was in a new environment, and the magical world can be scary at first.” Arnold suggested.

“He never came to me about his home life. However, he might have gone to Albus and been warned away from going to anybody else by him. He can be an intimidating man; children are likely to heed his words.” Minerva said.

Arnold turned to Fudge and said, “Objection! Speculation!”

Fudge sighed. “Sustained. Headmistress, please answer the question, do not assume.” He said.

Minerva fumed. “I was not expecting much when he walked in through those doors the first time—eleven-year-olds tend to run small—but I was at least expecting him to have some baby fat, perhaps a certain roundness of the cheeks. What I saw was a waif-thin boy that looked no older than eight. He ate very little at first, but quickly began to put on weight as he progressed to normal-sized portions at mealtimes. He also hoarded food—a behaviour displayed by children expecting to have food become scarce at any time.” She added sharply.

Arnold paled just slightly. “No further questions.” He said quickly.

Minerva hid her smirk.

She felt her point had been made.

She left the stand and Marcus stood again. “The prosecution calls Sirius Black, Lord Black, to the stand.”

Sirius got up and took his place, looking proud and composed. “I can take Veritaserum, but it must be administered drop by drop. I am expecting. The announcement of my engagement and the expected child will be in tomorrow’s Prophet.” He told the court.

“My congratulations, Lord Black. Would you please take a single drop of Veritaserum?” Marcus asked.

Sirius took one drop and the Auror asked, “What is your name and titles?”

“Sirius Orion Black, Lord Black.” He answered.

“It is working. You have ten minutes.” He told Marcus.

Marcus nodded. “Lord Black, when were you asked to become Secret Keeper for the Potter family?” He asked.

“March of 1980.” Sirius said.

“And when did they change their minds?” Marcus asked.

“May 16^th, 1980. The day before the spell was cast, they told me they had decided to use Peter, instead.” Sirius answered.

Marcus nodded. “And who was the one to cast that spell?” He asked.

“Albus Dumbledore.”

There were gasps, murmurs and whispers being traded throughout the room.

“So Albus Dumbledore knew you were innocent of wrongdoing, was in fact the only person that knew. Why would he insist on putting you in Azkaban with no trial?” Marcus asked.

“I've been trying to figure that out myself.” Sirius snapped, shooting a glare in the man's direction.

“Objection!” Arnold shouted, standing. “There is no evidence implying that my client asked anyone to put him in Azkaban without trial!” He said.

“Well, of course there's not!” Sirius shouted at the man. “Even he's not stupid enough to leave a paper trail!”

“Lord Black!” Fudge shouted. “Another outburst like that and you will find yourself in contempt of court!”

“Lord Black, if I may, why did they change who was to be secret-keeper? Did they tell you?” Marcus asked.

Sirius nodded. “They told me. Albus suggested they do it, to keep it safer. Peter was the less likely choice, more of a hanger-on than a real friend. I was too obvious, according to him, because James and I were like brothers. James didn’t want to risk my life by using me and having someone kill me in an attempt to get the information.”

“An admirable sentiment. Was Peter Marked?” Marcus asked.

Sirius shook his head. “Not at that time. He was Marked before the attack happened, though. I saw the mark as he killed the Muggles when I confronted him. Purely speculation here, but I believe he was Marked as a reward for revealing their location.”

Marcus nodded. “So, to conclude, Albus Dumbledore knew you were innocent, knew who the secret keeper actually was, and did not report this information, nor insist you go to trial after you were caught and blamed for their deaths?”

Sirius nodded. “That’s correct.”

The Auror stepped forward. “Time's up.” He said. “We need another dose.”

Sirius opened his mouth obligingly and another drop was placed within. “Still the same person.” He said before the test question could be asked.

The Auror made a face of discontent, but nodded.

Marcus smiled at him. “I have no further questions.” He said.

Arnold came forward. “Lord Black, you said you were told by James Potter that my client suggested the switch?”

“That's right.” Sirius answered, frowning.

“So you were not there when the suggestion was made?” He added.

“Correct.” Sirius told him.

Arnold turned to Fudge. “I want that information stricken from the record as hearsay, please.”

Marcus ground his teeth where he was seated to the side. Damn him!

Arnold looked smug. “No further questions.” He said.

Sirius left the stand, and Marcus came forward again. “The prosecution would like to call Harrison Prince, Lord Selwyn, to the stand again, to testify on his own behalf.”

Harry came forward and sat in the chair.

“Do you consent to Veritaserum?” Marcus asked.

“I do.” Harry responded.

The Auror placed the three drops on his tongue and asked, “What is your names and titles?”

“Harrison Severus Prince, Lord Potter, Lord Selwyn, Lord Gryffindor, Heir Prince.” He answered.

“I—um… This is most unusual!” The Auror said, confused.

There was shocked murmuring at that.

Marcus, to quell them, first asked, “I thought your boyfriend was Lord Gryffindor?”

Harry responded as they had planned. “I was unaware last time I was given Veritaserum of my connection to the title, but I have since had a more in-depth inheritance test, and it came out.”

Marcus nodded. “Very well.” He paced a few steps away, hands clasped behind his back, and turned to face Harry again. “Lord Gryffindor, you claim you were abused by your relatives. Would you mind elaborating on the abuse you suffered—I’m sorry, I know it is a hard subject.”

Harry hummed sadly. “I slept in a cupboard under the stairs in lieu of a bedroom for the first ten years I was with them—”

“Did they not have adequate space for you?” Marcus interrupted, as they had planned.

“Oh, no, my cousin, their son, had two bedrooms—one for him, and one for his old and broken toys.” Harry explained.

The crowd began murmuring again.

“I was made to do all the chores—the cleaning, the gardening, and, when I reached the age of four, the cooking. I was only given the bare minimum of food needed to survive, but not what was needed to thrive. As a result, I was very small. They called me degrading names. ‘Boy’ and ‘Freak’ were the two favourites. My Uncle Vernon and my cousin used to beat me—with fists, feet, belts, canes and anything else they could find. I found out after receiving my Hogwarts letter that they were trying to ‘beat the magic out of me.’” He said.

“Were these beatings given under the guise of ‘punishment' for anything?” Marcus asked.

“Some.” Harry answered. “I was stupid enough to try and steal food when I was younger and the hunger overtook me. I was beaten bloody for those infractions.” He said without emotion.

“You sound rather blasé about it all.” Marcus said.

Harry shrugged. “You get used to it after a while.”

Marcus shook his head. “You shouldn’t have had to.” He said. “Did they do anything else?”

“Not really. I got Dudley’s old clothes to wear, which were way too baggy on me, but they were clothes. And I couldn’t show him up in school, I had to bring home worse grades than him. That was hard, at times. But that was small stuff.” Harry shrugged.

Marcus nodded. “No further questions.” He said.
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