The entire Wizengamot was now seated around a room that was spoken about in hushes and whispers: The Chamber of Death.

Under normal circumstances, the crimes for which these wizards were found guilty of would be cause for a Dementor's Kiss. However, due to the nature of one of them and the prior claim by Death, it was decided that the Veil would be used in this instance.

The Wizengamot was seated around the various benches in the Chamber – most bunched as far from the Veil as was possible.

The Director of the DMLE was nearer, along with two Unspeakables. The witnesses were seated together, and those being judged were trussed up on a nearby bench: Albus Dumbledore, Barty Crouch Junior (his father had been captured and was being treated before being tried but would most likely end up in Azakaban), Peter Pettigrew, and Tom Marvolo Riddle. They were being watched by the Ministry Executioner. Rita Seeker had been sent to Azkaban as well.

This had upset the Traveler as the Executioner was none other than Walden Macnair. He had voiced his concerns to Amelia and, after consulting the Unspeakables, steps were taken to prevent any possible interference.

Harry still didn't like it.

In a cage near the middle, the snake Nagini was present. Also present were a goblin holding Hufflepuff's Cup and Kreacher holding the Locket of Slytherin.

Finally, all were in place and Harry Potter (the local one) stepped forward and, wearing the Cloak and Ring, and holding the Wand, called out, "As the Last of the Peverell Blood and the Holder of the Hallows, I humbly request Death to come and claim what is his!"

All in the Chamber could see the Veil start to rustle and voices could be heard murmuring. The Veil was pushed aside and all saw the large, almost skeletal figure come forth.

"Harry, Son of James! You have brought me the final pieces of that fool Riddle! And what are these?" Death looked at the row of prisoners and laughed loudly. "And you bring further gifts!"

Harry bowed. "These are those who have been found guilty by the laws of our people and face your Veil as a result. I myself did not bring them, but – along with my counterpart – assured that Riddle and his pieces were here."

Death nodded. He waved his arm and suddenly there were other figures present. Those who had been at Hogwarts recognized two of them as The Morrigan and Dwyn. There were two more: One was a Goddess who carried a sword and shield, accompanied by small animals on her shoulder. The other was a God who had a fiery look, carrying a flute.

The Morrigan asked, "You called, My Son?"

Death turned and said, "See what else my master has brought forth with the help of his people."

The Morrigan inspected the row of criminals and smiled a cruel smile. While she could be a merciful Goddess, she was also not one which was called lightly as her mercy was very limited.

First she lighted upon Peter Pettigrew. She turned to Dwyn, "Here is one which went against his fellowship and abjured your comfort. Cousin. What would you do with this one?"

Dwyn looked at Peter Pettigrew without a shred of his normal cheer. "Give him to Gwynn ap Nudd. I am certain that he could find use for one such as this one."

The Morrigan bowed and then closed her eyes. Another God appeared, and he had a great Hound with him. "Gwynn! This one has betrayed Dywn and Dwyn has gifted him to you. What say you?"

The God of the Wild Hunt looked at Peter Pettigrew with a cold smirk. "I thank you – he shall give my Hounds Eternal joy in the chase! Domarth, show this fool his future!"

The White Hound suddenly jumped behind the figures and Peter Pettigrew was somehow free. With the Great Hound behind him, he mindlessly ran – straight into the Veil. Domarth, the Hound, bayed and Gwynn cried out, "Let us Hunt!" He followed his Hound, running, through the Veil of Death.

Dwyn nodded to his Cousin. "Justice has been done. My thanks, Amelia of Bones and Harry of Potter."

The two bowed. "You are welcome." Dwyn then disappeared.

The Morrigan looked at Crouch Junior, who was now sitting in fear, and sighed. "While this one has offended me and has followed the fool who would dare call himself a Lord, he has also suffered under the cruel cursing of his father. Mayhap, Helith, your fires can cleanse this soul."

Helith, Fire God of the setting sun and protector of the souls of the dead, nodded. "We shall try." He moved to Crouch who suddenly stood. Helith played his Flute and the Chamber was suddenly more eased – except for Riddle, whom no one concerned themselves with. Crouch almost woodenly walked forward into the Veil.

After a moment, Helith stopped playing. He motioned toward Dumbledore. "And this one?"

The Morrigan's cold answer chilled the audience. "His fate will be other. He shall not be availing himself of your protection."

Helith nodded and, with a glance around, walked forward to follow the soul of Crouch Junior.

The Morrigan then stopped in front of a particular person and the chamber gasped in shock – they had not been prepared for this, and this was not on the agenda. But no one was about to gainsay the Gods and Goddesses who appeared.

"Medb, come and look at the soul of this one!" The Morrigan said.

Medb, Warrior Queen, Goddess of Tara, with her magic spear and shield, and small animals on her shoulder, walked forward. She nodded to the Goblin who was prostrating himself – she was known as Mab to the Goblins and was their Patron Goddess – she looked at the soul of a very still Walden Macnair. After a moment, she hissed in anger. "This cannot be borne!"

The Morrigan nodded.

Amelia, very nervous, "Great Lady! May I ask what you have found? This one was not under judgment and is here as Executioner."

The Morrigan turned. "This one has killed my children without care. He has feigned remorse and feigned being controlled but it is his own base desires which he sates. He has killed the children of My Sister and those that she protects. This matter is no longer of your concern. I am claiming him and gifting him to My Sister to deal with as She deems proper. Would you gainsay me?"

Amelia called out. "Wizengamot? Any objections to allowing the Morrigan to call justice on Walden Macnair?" There was not a peep amongst those watching. "So ordered!" She turned back and said, "He is for You to deal with as You will, Great Lady!"

The Morrigan smiled cruelly and nodded to Medb. Medb turned to the Traveler. "Beloved of Aphrael, will you take this one where I wish him to be to face justice?"

The Traveler got a very particular image in his mind and, being in agreement, was quick to agree. "As you will, Warrior Goddess!"

Harry walked forward and faced the man. He wandlessly removed every weapon and magical device and put them into a conjured sack. He handed these to Amelia. "Perhaps you might inspect these to find out what the Great Lady and the Warrior Goddess speak of." Amelia nodded in thanks. The Traveler wandlessly trussed Macnair up and, grabbing his shoulder, traveled …

Very quickly, Harry was faced with several spears. "Human! What are you doing here, in our sacred places?" the Goblin Leader asked.

"The Warrior Goddess Medb, known as Mab to the Nation, has claimed this one and sent him to you to receive justice! He has killed many of the Children of the Morrigan and the Children of Medb. Perhaps you might interrogate him and then perform justice as Medb decrees?"

The Leader of the Goblin nation was now looking at the man, who was no longer petrified but defiant. "And the Ministry?"

"Has voted to allow The Morrigan to call justice. She gave him to Her Sister, who sent me to bring him to you. I would not advertise that he is yours, but it is quite legal."

The Goblin leader smiled cruelly at the captive. "We shall take care of it. Thank the Great Queen for us, will you?"

Harry gave a tight smile. "I will do so." After a final look at the downed man, he traveled …

The Traveler bowed before the two Deities. "Great Medb! Those whom received him sent their thanks. Should You wish to ensure particular steps are taken, I am certain that they will be more than willing to hear Your words."

Medb smiled, this one very much like Her Sister's at Her most cruel, "I have faith that they will properly care for that one." Harry nodded and Medb disappeared.

Harry felt the call. Apparently this was his final step. "Great Lady! I am called – my job here done."

The Morrigan nodded. "Our thanks, Harry of Potter, Lone Traveler, for what you have wrought here." Harry bowed. He turned to his local counterpart. "I am certain you can take it from here." Harry nodded. The Traveler moved and embraced the Lady Hyacinth. "May you find Joy and Love, Lady."

The Lady Hyacinth embraced her lover and let him go. "My thanks and the thanks of our Nation. We shall think fondly of you," she said with a certain smile. Harry understood and returned it in kind before turning and disappearing into a ball of light. Fawkes, who had come to witness, sang in counterpoint. Tom Riddle cringed in his restraints at the sound. Fawkes then settled down, waiting for the judgment against Dumbledore.

The Morrigan turned to Death. "My Son! Why don't we take care of Riddle before I pronounce Judgment on this one?" She motioned to Dumbledore.

Death nodded. "As you wish, Mother." He turned to the homunculus which contained the last aware part of the soul of Tom Riddle. The small figure looked torn between defiance and terror. "Finally, we deal with you." Death waved his hand and three pieces of Tom's soul pulled from the Locket held by Kreacher, the Cup held by the Goblin, and the Snake in the cage. The Snake thrashed and died, its unnatural life at an end. "First the last of your anchors." Death motioned and they rushed into the Veil.

Tom Riddle's small face now just showed terror. "We shall have fun, Tom, as I show you the error of your choices." He turned to Harry and said, "I shall take the gifts which you return. It is, perhaps, wise, that you recognize the futility of trying to claim powers that should not fall within the control of mortals."

Harry bowed, "I feel relief to see them returned. Wise? I don't know. All I know is that the idea of such held by a Dark wizard or witch scares me. They are better in your hand."

Death nodded and the Ring and Wand quickly moved from Harry to Death. The Wand lit up with a certain odd light when it reached Death's hand. Most recognized it as a proper bonding.

Death then walked over and picked up the small baby-sized figure and walked to the Veil. Carrying it like so much rubbish, Death retreated through the Veil.

The Morrigan looked at the final prisoner: Albus Percival Dumbledore. "And you: Your punishment shall be a warning for all who see it set." She turned to the Wizengamot. "Witches and Wizards who claim Rule of Magic over these lands: Heed My warning! No longer shall I sit idly by and allow you to harm those of My children whom you dislike due to their birth and to whom I have blessed! I can see now that subtle punishments of the Loss of my gift in your families has been beyond your ability to understand. Fine. Then I shall show you an example of what I will do if one of you displeases me greatly. Take it as a lesson in Obedience to My Will! I will not punish further those that followed the fool that My Son has just taken, but my forbearance is limited. Change! Or face my Wrath!"

The Wizengamot stood and bowed. "As You will, Great Lady!" Surprisingly, it was Lucius Malfoy who spoke. He was now pretty terrified and would be taking steps to ensure he former position was thoroughly forgotten by the time he met Death.

The Morrigan nodded. She turned back to Dumbledore. "For you, who have abjured me, have killed and manipulated and controlled, and failed to do the duties you claimed to protect My children, your punishment is thus: You shall be consigned to the Void! For Eternity you shall know nothing, feel nothing, hear nothing see nothing. You shall forever be cut off from any 'reward' you might feel you deserve. You shall forever be forgotten by those family and friends whom pass unto the dying lands. Your sister, already living in Paradise, shall no longer remember you – good or bad. Thus is My punishment for your presumption!"

It was, perhaps, a good thing that Dumbledore was silenced, as he was very much a gibbering wreck at this point. Of all the punishments he could receive, this was the worst: To be forever forgotten. The Morrigan, however, was unmoved and, with a wave of her hand, the figure of Dumbledore flew through the air into the Veil.

She turned to the watching audience. "I would hope that the lesson was taken?"

There were many nods in agreement. No one wanted to anger her further. She turned to the Lady Hyacinth. "My Blessings on the Son you now carry within your belly." The Lady Hyacinth, as well as her daughter and granddaughters gasped. "The Curse is now overcome and your son shall be the first Lord of the House of Apollo in 2,500 years. For your comfort of the Agent of Life, this curse has been removed."

"Agent of Life?" the Lady Hyacinth asked, confused.

The Morrigan smiled, and it was not a cruel one. "My Son is the Avatar of Death. Just as he ensures that Death comes for those that are slated for it properly, the visitor you got your child from is an agent of Life. He ensures that Unnatural Life is defeated wherever he goes and the cause of Life is forwarded. He is also an agent of Magic, seeding Magic where it had previously been lost.

"In his wisdom, he does not fear My Son. Many view My Son and Life as enemies – but each has a part of the natural order. In recompense for what he does among the different worlds he visits, he has, perhaps, a bit more Life than most are wont to have. Such it is, added to My Blessing, which helped overcome the Curse placed on the Veela. See this as the blessing it is, and teach your son to avoid the hubris and arrogance which caused the Curse to be placed on your people in that conflict with the creatures of the Sea all those years ago."

The Lady Hyacinth bowed and said, "It shall be as you say, Great Lady. I shall ensure that arrogance and hubris have no part of his education."

The Morrigan smiled. "Good." She looked to the Goblin. "Warn your people that the House of Apollo shall soon have a new Lord and they should prepare for when he claims his inheritance."

The Goblin bowed deeply, "It shall be as you say, Great Lady. And the thanks of my People for your gift!" He knew, somehow, exactly where Macnair was sent.

The Morrigan smiled in acknowledgement and looked around. She cried out, "Blessed be, My children!" and turned into a raven and flew away.

Later

It was, perhaps, unfortunate for certain people that they were not present in the Department of Mysteries when Judgment occurred.

Dolores Umbridge was a cynic by nature … and had no love for those not of pure blood. Her mistakes and eventual punishment would serve as another powerful warning to those who did not heed the will of the Goddess.

A/N: At some future point, I will write that last bit out. But for now, this is done.