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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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Marcus handed over the sample and memories. “The prosecution has no further evidence.” He said.

Fudge nodded. “Lord Prince, you may leave the stand. We will take a recess for twenty minutes to view the memories, and then we will reconvene.” He said.

Severus went and took his seat in between Harry and Sirius.

“This seems to be going well. Aside from Dumbledore’s law wizard making everyone angry with him, of course.” Harry amended.

Marcus walked over, smiling. “I think we're going to win.” He said happily.

Harry cuddled into Tom. “How will we celebrate?” He asked excitedly.

//With a raid.// Tom hissed.

Harry laughed. “I can’t right now; I have school.”

“Easter Holiday.” Tom said.

“That’s probably doable.” Harry agreed. “Why me, though?”

“It's time.” Was all Tom said.

“Alright.” Harry sat back and got comfortable. “Sounds good.”

“What are you two discussing?” Severus asked.

“Tell you later.” Harry told him.

After ten minutes of cuddling for Harry and Tom and muttering quietly to each other for Severus and Sirius, the Minister and Wizengamot filed back in.

“We will reconvene.” Fudge said. “The defence has the floor.”

Arnold turned to Dumbledore. “Do you consent to Veritaserum?”

Dumbledore sighed. “I do.” He said.

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

“Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Lord Dumbledore.” He sounded like he was expecting to say more and looked upset when nothing more emerged.

The Auror nodded. “It's working.” He said.

Arnold clasped his hands behind himself. “Lord Dumbledore, do you mind if we skip to the charge of false imprisonment?” He asked.

Dumbledore nodded. “We can.” He said.

“Did you suggest that the secret-keeper be changed to Peter Pettigrew?” Arnold asked.

Dumbledore inclined his head, and Arnold looked shocked. He recovered quickly.

“Did you know he was a Death Eater?” He asked.

“I did not. I had seen his arm, and he was not marked. There was no way to know with that evidence.”

Arnold looked relieved. “Did you request that Sirius Black be put away without a trial?”

“Yes.” Dumbledore said.

Arnold looked surprised again. “Who did you ask?”

“Amelia Bones.” He said.

Arnold turned to the assembled people sitting with the Minister. “I ask that she be excused from this trial.”

Amelia stood up and called out, “Why do I not remember this?”

Dumbledore scowled. “You were being difficult, so afterward I obliviated you.”

Amelia looked furious. “I excuse myself from the trial, citing conflict of interest.” She swept out of the room.

Arnold looked like the world was crumbling out from under him at this point.

Harry momentarily wondered just how truthful—or not—Dumbledore had been with his own attorney.

Arnold looked at Fudge. “The defence would like to request a recess.”

Fudge looked irritated. “This will be your last one. You have twenty minutes.”

Arnold threw up an obscuring charm and a silencing spell and obviously began talking to Dumbledore.

Harry was sure he was trying to find something the man hadn’t lied about.

He waited for twenty minutes, slipping into a doze, and was jolted awake again by an elbow in his side. He was about to shout at Tom, when Tom nodded to the now-uncovered Dumbledore and a sour-looking Arnold.

“Court will reconvene. The defence has the floor.”

The Auror came forward and dosed Dumbledore again, and asked, “Name and titles?”

“Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Lord Dumbledore.” He said.

The Auror nodded Arnold forward, and Arnold faced Dumbledore squarely. “Lord Dumbledore, shall we skip to the last few charges? Specifically those involving the Weasley children?” He asked.

Dumbledore nodded his agreement.

“Why were you willing to block their creature bonds, when you were not the father?” He asked.

Dumbledore smiled. “I was in a sexual relationship with their mother around the time they were conceived. They could easily have been mine; we did not know for sure.” He said.

Marcus stood. “Objection! Charlie Weasley has proven his parentage, and that is an unjustifiable defence unless he proceeded to get an inheritance test on them to make sure!”

Fudge nodded. “Sustained. You must prove a child is yours before tampering with their bloodline, Lord Dumbledore. You of all people should know that. You were the one to put forth the law in question.” He said.

Arnold slumped a little. “No further questions.” He said softly.

Marcus came forward, grinning. “Why didn’t he ask you anything about the other crimes you are accused of?”

Dumbledore tried to hold back the words, but what came out was, “I am guilty of them all.”

Marcus looked like Christmas had come early. He turned to Fudge and said, “The prosecution rests their case.”

Harry and Tom quickly silenced each other and roared with laughter, clinging to each other tightly as tears streamed down their faces.

Severus just shook his head and sighed.

Minerva looked sad, but glad it was over, at least.

Fudge sighed heavily. “Well, that settles things, I suppose. All those in favour of a guilty verdict?” He asked, without them going into the other room.

Everyone raised their hand. To do otherwise would be political suicide, now that he had admitted to it all.

Fudge nodded. “The decision is unanimous. The defendant has earned seven life sentences in Azkaban, in maximum security, and the Dumbledore family is stripped of its Lordship,” He said, “due to the attempt to remove an entire family line from existence.”

Dumbledore hung his head and was removed from the courtroom by two Aurors.

The assembled reporters and spectators filed out, and Marcus walked up to Arnold. “Remans.” He was all smiles.

Arnold sighed. “Reynolds. Congratulations.” He said bitterly.

Marcus chuckled. “Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself! I’m sure you'll agree that the better man won?” He asked.

Arnold scowled. “I was lied to by my client!” He spat. “Even you couldn’t work like that!”

Marcus nodded. “True, true. Good thing I didn’t have to.”

“I’m thrilled on your behalf.” Arnold said wryly, sounding anything but.

Marcus chuckled. “You might still beat me next time. You're only behind by two right now.” He said.

“It's two too many.” Arnold muttered, closing his briefcase. He stuck out his hand. “It was fun, as always. Hopefully next time I will have an honest client.” He said.

Marcus shook his hand. “To next time, then.”

Arnold hummed his agreement.

They parted ways, and Marcus came up to Harry. “It was a pleasure working with you again.” He handed him a card. “Floo-call me anytime you need legal help. I'd be delighted to take another case for you.”

Harry smiled. “I will. Thank you for everything.”

Marcus chuckled. “Ah, Harry, thank you. And you, Severus. I brought down Albus Dumbledore. I’m going to be very in-demand after this. You two have just made me the top law wizard in the country!” He said. “I owe you for that.”

Charlie came up. “Do we need to go somewhere?” He asked.

Harry looked around and confirmed that the Wizengamot was gone. “No, we can do this here.” He said, then cast the lip-locker right there.

In front of Marcus.

Marcus sighed. “I saw nothing.” He said, and left.

Harry snorted. “I can trust him to be silent.” He said lightly.

Charlie chuckled. “I'll see you around, Harry. Call me if you need me. The twins explained everything.”

Harry hugged him. “See you around.”

They headed back to Hogwarts and separated, Harry heading back to the dungeons to regale the Slytherins with wonderful stories of his victory against the Headmaster.

It was something they has all been waiting to hear for a long time.
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