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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33958 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Draco walked down and took the stand.

“Do you consent to Veritaserum?” Marcus asked.

“I do.” Draco said evenly.

The Auror came forward and dosed him. “State your name and titles.”

“Draco Lucius Malfoy, heir Malfoy.” Draco said.

The Auror nodded in satisfaction and Marcus came forward.

“Do you have any ideas as to why Albus Dumbledore would place surveillance spells in your rooms?” He asked.

Draco smiled. “Well, with my new friendship with Harry, it might have been suspicious to him. Uncle Severus is his father and my Godfather, so we grew close very quickly over Christmas Break last year. It might have looked a bit odd to him.”

Marcus nodded. “And the ones directly over your marital bed?” He asked.

Draco smiled charmingly. “Do you even need to ask?” He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m gorgeous, who wouldn’t want to watch me?” He let loose with a blast of allure.

Marcus smiled dopily. “Yes, you are.” He agreed dazedly, then shook himself and his eyes cleared. “Heir Malfoy, I would thank you not to do that again.” He said firmly.

Draco blushed and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I’m still kind of new to all this. I can't always control it.”

Marcus chuckled. “Try your best.” He said.

“I will.” Draco promised.

“What was it like not being in the same house as your mates and not getting a room to share when you got back to Hogwarts?” Marcus asked.

“It was hell.” Draco told him. “We had to sneak around to spend time together, and it really was a need, because the bond was still settling. Due to the way I inherited, things took a little longer than they would have naturally. We snuck around and hid away, but we ended up fine, I suppose. If we had had our own room, things would have been much easier.”

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

Arnold came forward. “Heir Malfoy, you got the spells disabled before you ever moved into the room, didn’t you?” He asked.

“We did, yes.” Draco told him.

“So my client got nothing out of them?” He added.

Draco smiled. “That’s true. It doesn’t mean he didn’t intend to.” He told the man.

Arnold hummed. “No further questions.”

Fudge nodded. “Draco Malfoy, you may leave the stand.”

Marcus came up again. “The prosecution would like to call Charles Weasley to the stand.”

Charlie came up and took the seat.

“Do you consent to Veritaserum?” Marcus asked.

“Yes.” Charlie answered.

The Auror dosed him and asked, “What is your name, and do you have any titles?”

“Charles Ignotus Weasley, no titles.” He answered.

Marcus came forward at the nod from the Auror. “What charges are you testifying about?” He asked, so that the crowd would remember the last charge that had not yet been addressed.
“Tampering with a creature inheritance and placing a magic leech on a child.” He answered.

“Who was the child?” Marcus asked.

Charlie's lips thinned. “Me.” He answered.

“How old were you when the leech was placed on you, and how old are you now?”

“I was two months old. I am 24 now.” Charlie said heavily.

Marcus sighed. “After that long, there can be permanent damage to the magical core. Have you checked yours, and if so, how did you test it?”

Charlie let out a growl. “Oh, yes, I tested it. After my creature side was unblocked, I came into a Dracken inheritance. I was told to hold my Dragon form as long as I could to see if the leech had left permanent damage. If I couldn’t hold it for four hours, there was permanent damage to my magical core. It held for three hours and fifty minutes. Then I snapped back, and can no longer attain that form, no matter how I try. That amount of power is lost to me forever.” He said, choking on a sob.

Marcus’ voice was soft as he asked, “And who did these things? Who stole your birth right and your chance to attain that form again?”

Charlie lifted his head, eyes spitting blue fire. “Albus Dumbledore cast the leech, directed the power to my mother, and blocked my creature side to boot!” He snarled, wings erupting out of his back and a tail sprouting from behind him as horns poked out the top of his head. He sighed. “Well, that will at least prove the inheritance without a doubt.” He said in resignation.

Marcus snorted. “Indeed.” He sobered. “Do you have proof of your claims?” He asked.

Charlie pulled out a parchment and smoothed it, then handed it over. “The copy of my inheritance test from the Russian branch of Gringotts. It's all on there, and I have done nothing but read it.” He said.

Marcus looked at the paper, then handed it to Fudge. “We will need to provide the defence with that, too, as there is only the one copy.” He said.

Fudge nodded, passing it on. “Once everyone has seen it, we will give it to you so you may show them.” He said.

Marcus waited while they all looked it over, then took it to Arnold and handed it over.

He looked at it and frowned, then handed it back. “The defence would like to request a recess.” He said.

Fudge n0dded. “Does the prosecution have any more questions for the witness?”

Marcus hid a smug smile. “No.” He said evenly. “No further questions.”

Fudge n0dded. “A recess is granted; we will reconvene in thirty minutes.” He said.

Marcus smiled at Charlie. “You can go sit down for now. We will call you back up when my opponent stops floundering.” Marcus said, a laugh in his voice.

Charlie smiled and retracted his extra parts, the slits in his clothing disappearing as if they never were. “Alright.” He said.

Marcus walked up to Harry. “We've got them running scared now.” He said, already seeing his victory.

Harry grinned. “Good. It’s about time.”

“Do you think they will change their tune and plead guilty?” Tom asked.

“No.” Severus said. “Albus will fight until the end.” He said.

Harry poured. “That sucks. He should just give up.”

Marcus grinned. “That’s no fun!” He said. “I like it when they fight!”

Harry snorted. People were milling about, talking to each other, but Harry and the others were safely in the witnesses section, where other people couldn’t approach them.

Sirius was sitting on the other side of Severus, and leaned into him. “I’m tired.” He said.

“Then you shouldn’t have stayed up so late last night.” Severus said. “You knew it would be a long day.”

“Hey, I’m having your baby! The least you could do is be nice!” Sirius said.

Severus said, “I don’t do nice, Black. It’s like you hardly know me at all!”

Harry was trying not to laugh, but a stray giggle still escaped him.

Sirius turned a betrayed look on him. “You're supposed to be on my side, Harry!”

Harry pointed to Severus. “He's my dad.” He said.

Sirius sighed. “Yeah, you have a point there.” He agreed.

Fudge and the Wizengamot filed back in and sat down. “Court will reconvene.” Fudge said. “Will the witness return to the stand?”

Charlie came back down and took the Veritaserum, then said, “Nothing has changed, I am still me and have no titles.”

The Auror sighed and waved Arnold on.

Arnold came forward and clasped his hands behind his back. “Do you know how weak your mother is in magic?” He asked.

Charlie tensed. “Does it matter?! She left permanent damage!” He snapped at the man.

Arnold continued as if Charlie hadn’t spoken. “She's nearly a squib, you know. Just barely enough magic to make it to and through Hogwarts. She birthed you, do you really begrudge her the magic she gave to you? Aren't you willing to share it with your mother?”

Charlie's eyes flashed and he partially transformed again, wings flaring and tail poking back through the hole in the back of his pants. “Yes, I do begrudge her my magic! She left me unable to attain my Dragon form ever again! Do you know, for a Dragon handler, how badly that hurts?!” He shouted.

Arnold eyed his wings. “I can imagine.” He murmured.

Charlie growled.

Arnold gave him an unimpressed look and turned away. “No further questions.” He said.

Charlie got up and stalked back to his seat, tail swinging behind him in agitation.

Marcus stood. “The prosecution would like to call Potions Master Severus Snape to the stand to give his memories and the sample of poison he attained used by Albus Dumbledore.”

Severus came down and sat in the chair. “Do you need testimony?” He asked, handing over the memories and sample, labelled with what it was.

Marcus smiled and shook his head. “No, the memories will be sufficient proof.” He said.
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