Chapter 6

A/N dear readers and fan fictians, I have to in form you with a sad heart that my works will be delayed or greatly lacking proper form and spelling as I am currently one handed. I had an accident at work and ill need a month or more of therapy for a mangled hand, (rotary press nearly killed me, mangled hand is a miracle alternative.) chapters will be done but please don't get upset with grammar and spelling.

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Thank you for your understanding.

Previously...

"Lets end this now shall we. This hearing is to see if I lied, under the Truth ward, about Harry James Potter being dead. Just after his fifth birthday Harry had enough abuse from his relatives. He did the worst taboo for such an innocent soul...He wished and willed his Magic to end his life...and it did."

Now...

The room erupted in shouts and denials, the Death Eaters grinned at the news, even Albus hung his head as those words were spoken. The sound of Marching caused them to Quiet down as the doors burst open and in marched eight goblins in full armor carrying an open casket. The sight that froze everyone was the ghost of a small boy sitting on the casket looking down sadly.

"As the Ministry for Magic had clearly stated in my summons, I am to provide all Evidence Requested. The item regarding, and I quote, 'proof of not being Harry Potter'...well This was the best proof your pitiful wizarding world would except. I present to you, Harry James Potter, and his deceased body. Under Ministry command, (holding up letter) I had these goblins Exhume the son of 'a friend of the nation' and they will return the body to its grave ,which was oddly under a fidelious charm keyed to one Albus Dumbledore, located beside his parents in Godric Hollow,"

The child glared at the old man as the room got colder. "Enough innocent one, let me taint my soul with hatred, not you." The voice all Death Eaters knew by heart rang out as a black mist formed into a shadowy male figure with a bald head no nose and burning red eyes. "hello Albus, I'm here to keep young Harry pure. But perhaps we should tell these fools why you are far less pure than...me!"

"VOLDEMORT!" Dumbledore tried to pull his wand but was stuck to his chair.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, if you please, After all...I am dead too. But that's not why I am here. Oh wait, yes. Yes it is. See I was following my heart and trying to help preserve the traditions of the magic world.. Well that's what I thought but in truth I was just another pawn for the Great Albus Dumbledore. I even did a taboo worse than poor Harry here."

The figure walked around the casket as the ghost child floated to sit in Alice's lap. Tom paused in front of the man in the custom throne and bowed. "Horcrux, Soul Shards and anchors, that's how I planed to be immortal. Albus used his manipulations for my to learn of them and after the first one, he compelled me to make more. A test you see. He learns the limitations and I lose my sanity with each new Horcrux"

Albus was struggling to stop the creatures words but he could neither move nor speak. He looked around at everyone hearing these events. His plan was failing and as he looked in the eyes f his last solid supporters he saw the doubt and disgust. He was ruined.

"A false prophecy, plus an insane power hungry Dark Lord, Remove three very powerful Magic users. And viola Albus stays at the top of the power grid. Too bad Lily was a very crafty Woman and determined mother. She set an ancient rune trap that involved her self sacrifice to rebound my next spell"

The Room looked at Harry with new eyes as they heard those words. She Sacrificed herself to stop him. The man walked over to the child spirit who waved at him. Tom nodded back. "I had decided in my insanity, to do one more Horcrux after the...events. My magic did it for me and the Great Harry Potter's Scar housed my last Soul piece. Skip to 4 years later, enter the spirit of one Harry Potter into the domain of Crowley, or better known as Hell..."

The gasps echoed around the room.

Lord Crowley stood back up after sitting down and talking with the Child while Tom gave his speech.

"The King saw the extra soul and had his Denizens seek out all the other shards. Once brought to him he reconnected them, and being dead ,the now complete soul of Tom here is eternally punished to be the reaver for his 'Branded flock' or better stated, Marked Death Eaters. He is also Harry's attendant since Harry cannot stay outside of The Domain for too long."

Amelia Looked at the spector that kept drifting round the Defense table. "So Just to be clear, The Dark Lord Voldemort is dead. But in fact he was created by Dumbledore in order to … keep his position?"

Alice spoke up this time.

"Defeater of Grindelwald, who was actually his lover that he disagreed with on how to control the Wizarding Communities.

Chief Mugwump of the ICW, That enforce and control the Magical Worlds isolation From the Mundanes.

Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, He enforces laws and regulations that he wants or deters ones that do not go along with his plans.

Headmaster of Hogwarts, control the children's minds and he controls the future Lords and Ladies.

Leader of the Light, who would argue with the good and pure wizard who protects us from the bad things.

But those days were fading so he had to remind the sheep, I mean people, to be afraid of 'new and different' ideas. He found young Tom in an orphanage and right away he saw that this was goind to be a new powerful Wizard. Albus saw a threat to his reign. Lots of magical and mental manipulations later and this child that could have stabilized the magical birthrates became the new Dark Lord. The rest is history"

Harry looked around at the gears slowly starting to turn. He set his jaw and turned to Dumbledore. "If you are so great then answer these questions clearly and directly. Better yet lets make this officially done. All members of the Wizengamot will be allowed to ask BOTH of us questions but they have to be in 'yes or no' format. No cannot tell half truth if your answer has to be that direct."

Albus finally felt the spells release him. "Why do you believe we should sit here and listen to your little play and then allow this .. questioning game? What proof do you have of any of this?"

FWOOSH Fawkes entered with a pensive and a vial. Harry smiled, "we could always view the memories of the 'Leader of the Light's familiar. Or perhaps the journals of the late James and Lily Potter showing their questioning of leaving Potter Castle. Or even Toms personal Records of his unusual desire to learn Dark Arts and the Horcrux. Finally we could just have Lady Perevell herself summon any of the deceased parties to give testimonies."

He looked at the Woman sitting near King Crowley. "But this is all wasting time. I have given proof after Proof and for some reason you are all forgetting the biggest fact that this trial is unnecessary...THE TRUTH WARD!"

The started to fall into chaos as these facts were given and with the available evidence, some looked at the casket with tears and broken hearts,some looked at the specter floating near the child spirit.

"Ahem...As current Minister of Magic (all defense parties rolled their eyes) I suggest a one hour break for lunch and to let this new information settle. The defense will need to stay in a side room during the break to ensure they do not... try to gain extra favor..."

"Director Bones. The House of Crowley requests that Dumbledore is also isolated to ensure the same as well as to ensure he is not a flight risk." The words f the King rang out with force as Fudge winced. His plan to see what Dumbledore had to say about this was crushed.

Tom floated to the Dark Families. "Imperious Defense was it? Please don't kid yourselves, I am still tied to your souls. Whatever deals he made with you have no meaning in the end." He snapped his fingers and every Death Eater grabbed their marked arms in pain.

During the Break the Goblins stood Guard over Harry's body. Med-witches were allowed to do scans to prove it was real. They also noted all the damage the body had as well as malnutrition and several core bindings. A few came to pay their respects. Fudge was not happy with any of this. His chance to get Albus advise was blocked and now his other adviser and major contributor was outed as a Death Eater by the very shade of Voldemort. All the questionable statements had evidence to back them up.

Albus had one last chance to get himself some mercy. The antidote to Veratiserum, he downed the small unmarked vial stating it was medication for his old joints. He could argue about Harry also taking medication if it came up.

After the break the Wizengamot returned they agreed to the Questions. Before they began Harry gave Director Bones a piece of paper then sat with his family.

" As minister of magic, I, Cornelius Fudge hereby continue this trial. Who wishes to ask the first question?"

"Director Bones of the DMLE, to both parties. Did either of you take a potion during the break?"

Both answered yes as Dumbledore smiled smugly. "Was it the antidote for Veratiserum?"

"no/ ^Yes^" Albus paled at the traitorous words from his lips. The whole room looked at him in disgust.

"Augusta Longbottom, house of Longbottom. To Albus, Did you create the prophesy that lead to the death of the Potters?" "^yes^. He tried to fight it but he failed repeatedly. Each question equally damning to him. And each question calmly and happily answered by Lord Crowley. He was seething as the whole wizarding world was turning on him. Finally he had one more play to do, he looked right at Harry and took a deep breath. "how are you connected to Harry Potter?"

"I'm his physical body created by Death to store his magic so it does not harm him further. His spirit is free but to leave the Terra Mortis he needed a magical anchor. I truly am Harold Deathson Crowley-Perevell, as well as the Magical core for the spirit of Harry Potter. I never lied about not being Potter. And as you can see he did in fact Die."

The room sat in silence as the spirit flew beside the young Lord. "I died by magic. I wanted to die. So magic hurts me if I don't keep it purged. Harry is my new life and I am...his second soul." the grin on the boy was goofy as Harold rubbed his head. "More like my inner child."

The Vote was called for and as The entire room called for Albus head, he simply looked at the floor. The Aurors led him out in a daze and the Wizengamot debated on the dates for his trials for all his other misdeeds.

"Lord Crowley-Perevell, Can we ask for your forgiveness? Many things have been done that we were blind to..."

"Fudge, listen closely, Magical creatures out date the Wizards and Witches. We are not superior, in fact you need to listen to the squibs and First-gens. The mundanes are stronger than you know. The ICW Has been hiding the fact that we are inferior to them in more ways than you can believe. And finally... stop think in galleons and start thinking in real terms. Education up to date, better work opportunities, equality for all magicals. Right now the very 'Pure-blood' tradition has nearly killer the Birthrates."

Fudge sat there looking at the back of a powerful young man and was letting his words sink in.

The next day multiple magical newspapers and radios were on the same Topics.

THE FALL OF THE LIGHT, THE TRUE ALBUS DUMBLEDORE.

THE REAL FACTS ABOUT SQUIBS AND MUNDANE-BORNS.

PURE-BLOODS TRADITIONS ARE REAL RESON FOR LESS MAGICAL BIRTHS.

But the biggest one that turned every head was the story that just kept getting darker and darker; and it started with a simple, truthful headline...

HARRY POTTER IS DEAD

The end...?

A/N I had fun with this but it is basically a template for other possible stories. I mean look at the idea for Grimspire Academy, can you say cross over playground. but in truth i my self felt this on needed closure. Thank you all for the reviews. (yes i still suck at some names and words.) If you want to ask me for use of Grimspire or even give advise with other students if I do make a story for it, please PM me.

Thank you all and see you next time the Gateway opens.