Chapter 1-The Game is On

When all was said and done, it was still murder. But who wanted to defend a tyrant? Politics apparently. Despite being an evil overlord-dictator-psycho, Ol' Voldy was sort of still allowed basic human rights and the fact there were a heap-load of Unforgivables cast that night didn't hurt. So here he was, sitting in a room surrounded by people from all sides staring down, casting their most non-intimidating glares. It felt very reminiscent of fifth year, far too much to be comfortable.

"It is only due to your tremendous aid, Mister Potter that we are only withdrawing your wand for the time being. The court has adhered to three months wandlessness, and until then you will be allowed one magical action before your sentence is invoked. Do you understand Mr Potter?" The faceless judge wheezed as he declared his sentence.

Mr Potter looked up, straight into the judge's eyes, smirking as he saw him flinch. He then looked back down to his hands in his lap. Mr Potter reached up and pinched the arm of his glasses. Pulling them off, he examined them slowly. With painstakingly low speed, he took the edge of his shirt and proceeded to clean his lenses. After seeming satisfied, he ducked his head, replacing the glasses onto the bridge of his nose. The silence rang throughout the chamber. A spluttering chough interrupted the silence doing absolutely nothing to help the tension.

"I-I repeat, Mr Potter. Do you understand?" The councilman stuttered feebly in an attempt of intimidation.

Shocking green eyes met dull brown.

Penetrating.

Piercing and absolutely lethal.

It was the eyes of a Predator.

"I understand councilman." Mr Potter steeped his hands beneath his chin.

"I understand the need for bureaucracy and mindless politics." His fingers curled one by one until they met the back of his hand.

"And frankly I am quite sick of it." His tone darkened as poisonous eyes bore into the shivering councilman.

"We have just finished a war. The last thing people need to know is that their Saviour," at this he scoffed, "is being rendered wandless despite the three months and the fact that I have just murdered one of the most dangerous Dark Lords of I suggest you know where you step with this. And I hope you know what you are doing. For if you don't..."

The corners of his lips curled up into a smile. "Well you might just witness the taste of anarchy after all."

His voice nary a whisper as the silent hall echoed with his warning.

"Is that a threat?!" exclaimed a councilwoman from behind him.

Mr Potter raised his eyebrow in amusement.

"Say councilwoman, what is your name?" He closed his eyes and leaned back into the metal chair, his hands settling in his lap.

"Paisley. Tatiana Paisley." She replied, her confused tone audible at his request.

"And do you know," he called out, his voice ringing with irritation.

"What it feels like to have Every. Single. Person. You know and trust to turn their back on you? Do you know the feeling of utter powerlessness knowing that it was because of your own foolish actions that led all of them to betrayal?" Mr Potter laughed bitterly.

"Well councilwoman? Do you?" His eyes snapped open, he quickly sat up as an inaudible growl curled at the end of his question.

Said woman squeaked as she shrunk back into her chair.

"I thought not." He ground out.

Clearing his face of all emotion he looked back to the head councilman, an obviously fake smile pasted onto his lips.

"Ready when you are Mr Councilman." The man was now shaking like a leaf in the wind, sweat dripping down his tubby neck and balding forehead onto the collar of his swollen robes.

Nodding quickly he motioned to the two heavy set wizards on either side of Mr Potter.

"Y-y-you will c-confiscate your w-wand to the wizard to your right. It will then be handed over to M-Mr Sool behind him for affirmation. T-then m-myself and the wizard on your left will a-accompany you to your chosen d-destination to complete your f-final magical action before your probation. You will t-then be sworn to abstain from the use of m-magic until the end of the allotted time. D-do you understand Mr Potter?" The quivering mess of a man fumbled as he tried to make eye contact.

"I understand." He exhaled his deep breath and the councilman nodded to the personnel below.

"Let it be written. Let it be done." At those words he stood up and straightened his robes.

He then pulled out his beloved phoenix feather wand and gave it a kiss before placing it in the box that the burly man held out. The man turned to the wiry one behind him, nodding as he closed the lid. The seams glowed as they sealed shut. Making it seem as if it hadn't had an opening to begin with. He then turned to the left towards the other faceless guard. Spying the waddling official coming down the stairs behind the bodyguard, his mouth turned up into a sneer, somewhat reminiscent of a certain professor. The man's waddling bringing back memories of the Dursleys.

As the man approached him, he gave his best smile and said,

"Come now dear sir, don't be shy." Dragging the vowel with a hiss, his head cocked slightly to the side.

The man fumbled with his tubby fingers as he straightened his sweat soaked robes.

"Y-yes, yes o-of course Mr Potter. N-now where w-would you like to g-go?" Flicking the dust off of his lapel and clearing his throat, he bound his hands behind his back before saying,

"We will be needing the services of a Floo system. Might you have one on hand?"

"Certainly." As the rest of the court cleared the room, the councilman led them to a small fireplace with a grate at the front. With a flick of his wand the man opened the grate and looked to Mr Potter for further instruction. He spotted a desk with an inkwell, quill and parchment and proceeded to write.

"I will be writing the address of my designated destination on this piece of parchment, you will swear not to repeat this address to anyone else on threat of death. You must also swear with your magic as well." Mr Potter turned and ripped the parchment in half, giving one piece to the councillor and the other to the hulk of a man. Nodding towards Mr Potter, the pair each read their parchment before throwing it into the fire.

The black haired man grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.

"Number 12, Grimmauld Place, Islington, London." He threw down the powder and in a flash of light, Mr Potter disappeared.

Following suit, the bodyguard went first, followed by the councillor. But when they arrived, all they saw was a pair of bright green eyes followed by the words,

"Welcome gentlemen. Goodnight!"

Within a flash, the two men knew no more.