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21. In Judgment's Perdition

Things had been interesting at the will reading, and since that point that Harry handed the book over to Hermione she hadn't taken her nose from it. It was standard Hermione mode when she got a new tomb of knowledge. However, what she was find in the pages of this book, was sending her mind into over-drive.

"OH BLOODY FUCKING MERLIN!" Hermione screamed and cursed which was completely uncharacteristic of her.

"What's wrong 'Mione?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Harry, just to be the owner of this book makes you an enemy of the ministry. They'll bury us!" She said with equal worry. Pacing back and forth she collected her thoughts before quickly turning to Harry and pointing out the passage she had just come across.

"Bugger." Harry said, resigned to his fate.

"What is it, love?" Nymmy asked worriedly.

"Apparently the Unforgivables weren't always as such. This is probably the last book that shows their true nature, and what's more, that there is a counter for the killing curse, or the stasis charm."

"You see, Tonks..." Hermione started, but got clearly flummoxed at the use of a name which no longer applied. "Nym, the Avada Kedavra charm was used in battle during the last goblin war. Goblins were notorious for using bladed weapons in battle, upon coming across a dying victim, one would cast the curse which would immediately cease life function and place the person in a form of stasis. That stasis would, of course, stop the heart as well as out body functions, which would in turn stem the body from bloody loss. Once in proper medical surroundings, the counter-charm would be used."

"So the ministry hid the fact that there was a counter for the killing curse as a form of inadvertently aiding the death eaters in the select murders that they were carrying out."

"Which also means that it is plain lost knowledge that the curse wasn't a curse at all, but a charm, and therefore a lot of lives could have been saved and hadn't been." Hermione stated plainly.

"Well perhaps it is lost or it is just a conspiracy to get the less than desirables out of the way. Regardless, when we face Tom, we use the counter curse on anyone who gets hit with the emerald green light." Harry said solemnly, looking at Nymmy, then smiling at Hermione, thankful that he put the book in her hands. "You know, 'Mione, you've got a bit of a mouth on you."

"Hush you." She said, walking up to him and kissing him lightly on the lips. "Let's get to the ministry, perhaps we can save someone, if they've not done anything to that Auror that Molly AKed."

Ministry of Magic - Atrium

Harry, Nymmy, Hermione and Luna Potter's approached the reception desk quietly, already wands present in their hands.

"Wands, state your names, and purpose for visit." The woman behind the desk said in a rather monotone voice that showed that these words were a scripted welcome that she rather hated, by the sounds of it.

"Harry Potter, Weasley Trial..." He was cut off, briefly with an elbow in the ribs from Hermione. "OW! 'Mione, what was that for?"

"Kingsley's right there, Harry." Hermione said in a hushed voice.

"Oi, Shacklebolt." Nymmy shouted across the room, noticing immediately as Kingsley perked up and rushed over.

"What seems to be the problem?" Kingsley asked, noticing the anxious looks in Harry and Hermione's eyes.

"What have they done with Dawlish's corpse?" Hermione asks without a hint of compassion.

"Ms. Granger, it's at the morgue at St. Mungo's. A little tact in the future goes a long way." Shacklebolt chided.

"Well, we'll need him for the trial. Can you have someone fetch him." Nymmy Potter asked quickly.

"Now see here. Ever heard of respect for the dead?"

"Not particularly, no. Dawlish was an arse, and you know it. Officially, I'm requesting that the body be brought here, immediately, as for evidence, and we're well within our rights to do so."

"I'll have to clear it with the minister, you know that Tonks." Kingsley said, forgetting and being reminded when Nymmy pushed up her left hand ring finger. "I mean Auror Potter." Kings said exasperated.

"Well he was a barrel of sunshine, wasn't he?" Luna said with a mock sneer, completely unbecoming and uncharacteristic of her.

"Luna, are you alright? The nargles aren't getting to you this morning, are they?" Harry asked with a slight smile.

"Something just feels off, love, so be on your toes." Luna said with a heavy sigh, before lifting her head and placing a chaste kiss upon his lips.

As they made there way to the lift, Harry noticed that there were people just starting to filter out of the ministry and realized that it must be getting closer to lunch time. While he didn't eat a large breakfast whatsoever, he knew that after an hour or so that they would all be famished. A quick lunch would be just the thing they'd need and being so close to Muggle London, he figured they'd get some fast food.

As they entered the lift to go down they were quickly approached by a reporter that Harry and Hermione, both, dreaded seeing again. She quickly boarded and sent the lift off on its way. Turning, Harry noticed that she didn't have the familiar quick quotes quill that she was infamous for, but a simple quill and an honest look of surprise at what luck she had.

"Mr. and Mrs' Potters, how nice to see you today. Mind a quick quote as to what you expect to happen today at the Weasley trial?" She asked in earnest.

"Justice to be served." Luna said simply.

"May I quote you on that Mrs. Potter?"

"Absolutely, but as a fellow journalist, I reserve the right and expectation to be allowed editorial rights to ensure that I am, neither, misrepresented nor misquoted. Furthermore, I reserve the right and heretofore provide you advanced warning that any slight of hand resulting in the previously mentioned actions will be looked upon as an act of aggression, and will be dealt with swift and stern measures. Luna said with a fire blazing in her eyes, before switching to a look of utter serenity. "Are we clear?"

"Crystal clear, Ms. Lovegood..."

"That's Mrs. Potter and since there are three of us, you may address me verbally as Mrs. Potter, and Mrs. Luna Potter in writing." Luna said, as the lift came to an abrupt stop at their destination.

The five occupants walked into the hallway which was a sea of madness. There were people and reporters everywhere that rushed upon them like a herd of wild Hippogriffs. Unfortunately, at that moment, with Harry, rushing him was never a good thing. Wind whipped around him and his group, and the sounds of electrical discharge could be heard, causing the would-be assailants a moment of fear, which is all that they needed.

Ministry of Magic - Department of Magical Law Enforcement

Kingsley Shacklebolt was walking with determination and purpose. He found that Potter's request was beyond reprehensible. 'How can I, in good conscience, follow through with what was requested of me to do?' He thought to himself. As an Auror, it was his responsibility to inform his superior of the request and of Potter's status. Harry Potter had every right to pull the card that he did, but to what ends?

He came across the door leading to his boss's office, but found that he couldn't bring himself to enter. This was wrong. There were consequences to every action and there would be some for this as well. Pacing back and forth Kingsley wondered what Albus would have him do. He knew that the old man had a soft place in his heart for the boy and was always looking out for him. What would he do? The heir apparent has made a request, and reluctantly he conceded.

Kingsley Shacklebolt's inner turmoil was witness by only a few of the other Aurors present in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The reason was quite simply that everyone currently not on assignment was in the hallways to the Wizengamot awaiting entry or protecting the valuable, mainly looking out for death eaters to ensure that they did not disturb the proceedings. The three that he saw here were only finishing up tedious paperwork. Quickly he knocked on the door before him, and upon hearing the affirmative to enter, poked his head inside.

"Madame Bones, may I have a quick word?"

"Do please come in Kingsley. What seems to be the problem."

"I've just come in contact with Harry Potter and he's had a strange request."

"And that would be?"

"He's asked for the body of Auror Dawlish to be brought into the courtroom."

"That's absurd. What would be the point other than to cause mayhem. Consider it overridden."

"I'm afraid that you cannot override the request. He's got his Signet Rings."

"Rings? Plural?"

"I'm afraid so. From what I was able to see he's wearing the Potter and Gryffindor rings, and another that I did not quite see. As Lord Gryffindor, his request goes beyond question. I thought I should let you know."

"Alright then, retrieve the body and be quick about it. Have every available Auror at the trial, and only the ones that are found to be readily available. Do not pull any from pressing detail. Is that understood?"

"Director, most of the Aurors that are not currently on duty are there already. Lord Potter's wives are already present, and that includes Nymphadora." Kingsley said quickly looking on in quiet trepidation.

"Thank you Kingsley. You're dismissed."

At the sound of her door being closed, she visibly relaxed. Life was getting more and more difficult and this charade would be more difficult to continue to pursue. She was getting tired. With that wary realization, she knew that it would only be a matter of days.

Amelia Bones visage looked up to see that she was, again, alone. She quickly reached into the top drawer of her desk. She sighed in of relief at seeing that there were still many vials of potion left. She watched as her hand was changing again as the wrinkled skin gave way to its actual hidden youth. She quickly grabbed a vial and drank down the contents.

Wizengamot Courtroom Seven

Rowena sat in chair beside her mum and her brother. She had become very nervous and had looked around the courtroom frantically for her love. She finally spotted him with the three traitorous woman. 'How could he do this to me?' She questioned herself.'Did he not know that we were meant to be together?'

She plucked up her Gryffindor courage, and looked at him thoroughly. He hands had not been bound as Jonathan had said that they would not be. She was not a murderer, but only a suspect in the conspiracy to commit murder. There were things that could be done. She could be looking at a stint in Azkaban prison. She hoped that this wouldn't be the case.

She had been jealous, of course. There had always been that jealous that loomed in the back of her mind. She had watched as her mum had spent so much time with the other children. Ginny had been her mum's favorite, and so she had even harboured resentment there. She looked over at her brother now, and realized that Ginny was no more. What ever happened, going forward, there would no longer be a Ronald Bilius Weasley or Ginevra Molly Weasley.

"All rise." The Bailiff announced and at once every present took to their feet awaiting the chief justices along with the Minister of Magic to enter the proceedings.

Wizengamot Courtroom Seven - Lord Potter

Harry Potter was beginning to get nervous. He was hopeful that Auror Shacklebolt would come through with his request. He knew that what was about to happen would be turning the wizarding world on it's toes and knew that he had to make sure that this happened just right.

He looked down to the floor at the Weasleys present for trial. He knew that their greed was the reason for why they were here, and nothing more. Their stupidity led them to that greed and more importantly Molly Weasley... No Prewett was the source of both those motivations.

He looked throughout the floor and saw the remainder of the Weasley family present looking for seats. He quickly waved his hand and beckoned them over and saw the approach of Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George. The quickly took seats with Harry with a look that could only be that of apprehension.

Harry felt Nymmy's hand gently squeeze his own, and looked her in the eye. He saw the worry in her eyes and knew that it wasn't for the outcome today but for her husband. He kissed her chaste on the lips and gave her a reassuring smile, which she returned once realizing that his was genuine.

"Hermione, what was the incantation, again?" Harry asked nervously.

"Glacialis Animus Restituo, and wave your wand in the infinity pattern towards the intended target. It's really quite simple, Harry." She smiled brightly at her husband.

"Thanks 'Mione."

"All rise." He heard the Bailiff and immediate stood to his feet as he watch the judges and the minister enter.

Quietly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the final box. He opened it took out the Black Signet ring and placed in on the pinky of his right hand. He looked down at that hand seeing that every finger, with the exception of his thumb, was now covered.

Once everyone was seated a din of silence came over the assembled crowd. Harry sat there not knowing that he was holding his breath. At the moment when the Chief Justice was about the speak, Kingsley arrived with the levitated corpse of Aaron Dawlish.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Rufus Scrimgeour cried.

"Begging your pardon, Minister, however it was requested that the body of Auror Dawlish be brought to the proceeding as evidence against Molly Prewitt."

"Requested by whom." Scrimgeour managed to choke out.

"By Lord Potter, Minister." Kingsley Shacklebolt said simply.

"Lord indeed. Harry Potter!!!!" Rufus Scrimgeour screamed at the top of his lungs looking very puce and rivaling Harry's uncle.

Harry stood up straight and looked up at the Minister of Magic with utter loathing in his eyes. There was no hiding what he felt for the man.

"What is this Lord Potter nonsense?" Minister Scrimgeour demanded. What He didn't expect was for Harry to place his fist against a voting tablet.

"LORD BARON HARRY JAMES POTTER, EARL OF GRYFFINDOR, EARL OF RAVENCLAW, AND BARON HARRY JAMES POTTER-BLACK." The official court scribe announced and was beyond question.

At that announcement, the silence was replaced immediately. First it was the sounds of angry quills desperately scratching against parchment. Looking around Harry could see the reporters smiling gleefully to themselves as they described the events as they unfolded.

"Alright, Lord Potter, I'll concede to the title, however what was the purpose of bringing the corpse of one of my Aurors to this courtroom. It's an utter defilement."

"I'll have to agree to disagree with you, Minister." Harry said plainly, stepping out from where he was sitting and walking down the isle. He made his way to the steps and was now standing next to the sheet covered body. As he levitated the body now, he proceeded to walk until he was standing next to Molly Prewitt, and her to children. "Everyone must face what they have been accused of. Molly Prewitt is faced with the murder of Auror Aaron Dawlish, and of using an unforgivable curse to do so."

"We're well aware of that Mr... Lord Potter." Minister Scrimgeour said angrily as Harry uncovered Dawlish's face.

"Glacialis Animus Restituo!" Harry said, as he performed the wand movements flawlessly, and Auror Dawlish, having been dead for well over two weeks blinked his eyes and sat up.

"What is the meaning of this Necromancy!? Aurors seize this dark wizard immediately!" Scrimgeour screamed himself absolutely hoarse; however no one moved a muscle.

"Minister, this isn't Necromancy, it's the counter-charm for the Avada Kedavra charm. Yes, charm not curse. It appears your ministry has been hiding a great many things for an even greater many years from the good people of the wizarding world. Why would it be unforgivable if someone could simple come along and reverse it? The answer is it simply couldn't. Hiding simple magical spells has been at the forefront of the Ministry as well as dumbing down the children of England with providing mediocre professors to teach us how to defend ourselves. Minister Scrimgeour, you had the opportunity to set precedents with a mandate in placing you in office. Instead, you have towed the proverbial status quo. Minister, you had the opportunity to institute great change in this war and beef up your Aurors in number, and instead you put innocent people like Stan Shunpike in Azkaban for the appearance of doing something. So, Auror Dawlish, how do you feel?" Harry asked with a grin.

"Well, um... a little confused as to why I'm no longer at the Weasley home?" He said with a small half smile.

"Minister, I'm not here to condone what Molly Prewett did by casting that spell a few weeks ago. She acted carelessly and with fear unbecoming of a Gryffindor. I as heir apparent for that house will forever turn my back on her, as well. However, the punishment must fit the crime. My request today is that when everything said and done that I receive an unbreakable vow of the three defendants. That they never seek me out or follow through with the intent to cause myself or my family harm. That the revoke all dark paths and will not actively seek to join the Dark Lord Voldemort..." He paused as almost every one present gasped. "... or any other Dark Witch or Wizard. Last, a public caning in the Turkish tradition in Diagon Alley with no less than twenty strokes. My finances have been returned to me and I do not wish to press charges should my demands of justice be fulfilled." Harry completed, turned and walked away.

Wizengamot floor - defendants table

And so it came to pass as that is when things went completely to Bloody Hell. Godric felt a rage swell within him at the fact that he felt that he had failed. There wasn't anything that he could do. He looked over to his sister and felt a swell of disgust as Rowena had her hand buried deep in her knickers. Her hand was working furiously diddling her moist wanting little cunny as her eyes never left the visage of Harry James Potter.

He felt a swell of jealous that the mother of his child was working herself into a frenzied mess over at the deluded fantasy of being with someone whom she did not belong. She had listened to Harry's rant and even saw him do the impossible in reversing the killing curse on someone dead over two weeks. The anger he felt boiled tumultuously inside of him now.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the four cubes. Turning them over in his hand he looked at his sister again as she pulled her hand free from her panties and slowly licked her fingers clean. He had to admit that the dimwit had turned him on. It was time. He grabbed her hand and pulled Rowena towards him. He quickly pulled her in front of the table that they had been seated in during the commotion caused by Harry's revelation. Now it was time to initiate his master's plan.

Placing the cubes in a quick thee meter square, and pressing the rune which caused the shield to pop up, he looked at Rowena with utter glee. The benefit of the runes was more than a shield as it shielded noise out of the confinement. However, those on the outside could here inside. He looked at his sister now with lust in his eyes.

"Disrobe now." Godric commanded and she complied instantly. He looked on her body now with open lust. Jonathan had placed an engorgement charm on his cock and it was now rock solid and the tip came half-way up his chest. His sister looked on with fear and trepidation at what was going to happen. She didn't want this, but was under compulsion to comply with whatever her brother wanted and Godric thought on this in utter glee.

"Lay down and make yourself ready like the wanton slut that you are. On second hand," Godric smirked, looking up at Harry now seeing the complete and utter shock at the situation, "Bend over and prepare yourself like a bitch in heat!"

Godric watched as his sister now prostrated herself flat on the ground. Her pierced nipples ground into the slate flooring. He quickly positioned himself at her entrance, feeling the heat of her lust for Harry, before slamming himself to pubis.

"HARRY!!!!!" Rowena screamed in a blood curdling scream.

Godric pulled out, noticing there was a small amount of bloody coating his shaft before lunging in again, and starting a pace. The screams from his sister for all intents and purposes caused Godric to lift up his head and laugh so manically that it left no question as to his sanity. He slammed her over and over, while watching the whole of attendance in the Wizengamot courtroom to stare in horror struck fascination.

Aurors were firing stunners which were only absorbed by the charmed rune shield. He looked down at his sister who was literally crying as her eyes never once left Harry's sight.

"Bloody fucking hell!" Harry screamed, looking in horror as Ginny was mercilessly raped by Ron. He felt something in him snap, however when her eyes locked with his. 'Her eyes aren't blue, they're brown.' He thought to himself before he suddenly came to the realization that the girl wasn't Ginny, It was Ron.

Godric smirked at Harry as he was helpless to do anything to get to him and knew there was nothing that was going to stop this scene from playing out. He reached back and slapped Rowena's arse hard causing his sister to yelp in pain. The frenzied rapture came over him as his heart was now totally and utterly consumed with hatred. 'How dare they take it all away!' He thought bitterly as he pulled back again and slapped his sister again across her arse will full force. He looked up at his mother, searching for approval only to be caught in a look of utter disgust and shame.

"Accio Ronald Weasley!!!!" Harry screamed at the top of his lung and Godric looked down briefly in horror as his conquest, was yanked violently away from his still impaled cock, before twenty stunner slammed into him and he faded into blackness.