My final chapter. I hope you enjoy this one, and please remember I don't own Harry Potter and please let me know what you think.

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The Treasure Hunter.

Harry walked into the courtroom when the break was over, wondering what new revelations Dumbledore would reveal when he was questioned again, and he couldn't help but be worried. The next question was going to hit very close to home for many people, especially those who lost family in the first war with Voldemort.

After he nodded to Amelia, Harry took his seat and waited. Slowly the courtroom filled up and everyone took their own seats and waited for Dumbledore to be brought back into the courtroom. When the old wizard was brought back in, a few people took the opportunity to throw harsh language and bits of their lunches at the old wizard. Dumbledore was visibly stunned by the attack, he hadn't expected it.

Amelia Bones was as well, but she tolerated it for a few minutes before she leapt to her feet. "ENOUGH!" She bellowed using her magically enhanced voice; she might approve of Dumbledore getting his comeuppance in any manner, but this was only going to be tolerated so much. Her bellow stopped the attack, and with a wave of her wand, Amelia was able to vanish the bits of food splattered around the courtroom to restore some semblance of order.

"If any of you do that again, you will be the ones on trial. Now, we shall recommence," Bones said calmly, and less forcefully before she nodded at the auror who had been asking Dumbledore the questions during the first round. Dumbledore was given the next round of truth potion, and they had to wait for the new questions. The potion was strong enough to last for a good hour before it was re-administered, or else Bones would order for a second break.

The auror turned seriously to Dumbledore, his expression making it clear as he looked at the question written in the notebook Harry had given him that he had hoped for this answer but he was not going to commit. Everyone in the courtroom knew the question had to be bad, but even they were not expecting it.

"Did you help You-Know-Who in any way during the First War? Did you kill anyone and frame the Death Eaters?"

Okay, so it was two separate questions but when Harry first wrote the question, he realised it needed to be expanded on. There were dozens of murders and attacks during the first war with Voldemort. Many of them hadn't made sense, and at the time Harry had been in the mindset of his discovery Dumbledore was the one doing all of the killings so far lately, but now he had a horrible feeling Dumbledore had done far more.

"No, I didn't help Voldemort during the First War. I did kill several magical families during the war and used the crimes to frame the Death Eaters," Dumbledore answered.

"What families did you kill?"

"I attacked the Bones family. The families' actions during a Wizengamot session made them a target."

"What was the session about?" The auror glanced back nervously at his boss, seeing her suddenly seething with rage.

"It was to discuss ways of killing the Death Eaters when casualties became very high. The Bones' wanted to bring in the death penalty for the Death Eaters. That was unacceptable in my mind and so I attacked them. I deliberately ensured Susan Bones survived so then the girl could be brainwashed and indoctrinated with my teachings and would be ready to do her part when the inevitable happened, but Amelia Bones survived the war."

Harry took one look at Amelia's stiff, shaken and angry form and knew right then and now the woman was tempted to just have him executed but it was only her dedication to magical law which stopped her and stayed her hand. Personally, he felt most of the audience wouldn't blame her. He couldn't blame her. He could already see what she was thinking, that if anything had happened to her then Susan would have grown up praising the ground Dumbledore walked on, and the illusion grew worse when Harry pictured Susan even kissing the hem of Dumbledore's robes.

Like a Light-sided Death Eater.

The image was horrifying in itself, but it had very nearly happened and Harry knew Amelia was glad it hadn't. There were cries of protest and horror around the court that anyone could find pleasure in wiping out an entire family and then framing another group, and then making sure the surviving child, who was an infant at the time would go on to become a brainwashed follower.

This was not a dark lord.

This was a Dictator. A tyrant who cared about nothing and nobody and cared more for his own power base.

"Did you do this to anyone else?" The auror demanded angrily.

"Yes," Dumbledore's toneless voice carried through the court, "I set up the McKinnons for an attack. They possessed liberal views of the magical world and they did not see the bigger picture. Unfortunately, I went too far and none of the family survived."

"Why did you do all of this? Set families up to be killed? Driving them to extinction when you've claimed you wanted to preserve the pureblood lines. What was the point?" The auror couldn't understand it. Harry was pleased that he saw the lack of logic and that he asked a logical question.

"The wizarding world is outmatched by the muggle world, but many of the pureblood families refuse to understand the dangers. The war with Voldemort was one I welcomed because it would make everyone see the need for sacrifice and the need to grow. I never understood why magical families, the Parkinsons, the Malfoys and the Potters, and Bones only had one or two children when they should have had more. I believed if their adult members were wiped out, then the children would be more receptive to my ideas. I had even prepared for the partners for the children who survived the war, to match them with the ideal spouse."

As outrage erupted in the courtroom as everyone realised Dumbledore had been deliberately setting people up with their partners, Harry couldn't help but wonder when Dumbledore had set up this little eugenics program. It had likely been going on for a long time, considering since it could have only viably happened when Dumbledore first became a teacher at Hogwarts, which meant the old wizard had been twisting the magical world for generations. But one thing Harry noticed was how Dumbledore had planned to match children up, regardless of who they might have gone with if they had the chance. It was clear that for all that love rubbish, Dumbledore did not believe in what he preached. Or that he just had a twisted view of it.

"What would happen with those couples next?"

"They would be encouraged to have more than one child and they would follow my teachings willingly, all to prepare for the war against the muggles. We need to subdue them, or they will destroy us all." Somehow fanaticism bled into Dumbledore's voice, piercing through the truth serum. "We need to keep them under the heel of wizards because only we are fit enough to lead."

Harry had spent the last few seconds of Dumbledore's rant looking around the courtroom. He knew that despite the atrocities, Dumbledore had raised a point that many people not only believed but fully supported; even among the Light side, there were people who would honestly like nothing more than for muggles to be slaves. He caught Hermione's eyes, seeing the distraught expression there. He knew full well that the girl so many believed was a friend before they had gone their own separate ways was hearing things about her precious hero and realising what kind of man he was in reality.

Knowing this might cause problems for himself and Bones, Harry stood up and interrupted the rant before any of the people in the courtroom began seeing the world from Dumbledore's point of view. "How are we fit to lead?" Harry demanded, ignoring Bones' shocked expression that he would just ignore court protocol.

But Dumbledore was already answering the question. "We wizards are more powerful and we have greater foresight than muggles," he replied.

"That does not answer my question; how can we wizards have greater foresight when there were dozens of wizards and witches who would ignore the dangers of someone like Voldemort rising to power?" Harry countered.

"We are more powerful, I am more powerful-," Dumbledore replied, but in Harry's mind, this was just further proof that said quite clearly the old wizard didn't know any reason why they should rule and he was the only one fit to rule them all. And that was the perfect way to bring him down a few pegs.

"So that's your grand reason for wanting to dominate them muggle world because we have more power than they do. Do you really want to dominate the muggles so then you would gain more power for yourself and your own selfish desires?" Harry demanded.

Dumbledore replied, "Yes."

"So, you have just spent the last few minutes telling us all in this courtroom we should dominate the muggles, not because of our power, your power, but because you think you are the only one fit to lead them and the wizarding world, because of your own selfish desires, and you care more for your quest for personal self-recognition than anything else, am I right?" Harry hid a smirk, knowing that since it was phrased to be a question, Dumbledore would need to answer as such.

"Yes."

Ignoring Bones, although judging from her expression as she studied him from her chair, she seemed more content to just let him ask questions, for now, Harry carried on. "So you just wanted power for your quest for fame, fortune, and personal recognition, and so you thought the best way you could gain all of that was to conquer the muggle world, yes?" Harry went on with the line of question that was drawing to a close.

"Yes."

"When did you begin having these plans for personal recognition?"

"When I was young. I cannot remember."

Harry believed him. There was no strain that was noticeable enough to be visible. "When you came up with your plans, did you have any scruples about sacrificing people and ruining their lives for your quest?"

"No." Harry was personally glad the old bastard had no hesitation whatsoever when he spoke.

Harry remembered something Dumbledore had said at the start of this second round of questions but it had been forgotten. "Earlier you said that you would have had Susan Bones brainwashed and indoctrinated with your teachings before the, and I quote, "the inevitable happened." What did you mean by the inevitable? And were there any other magical families you had targeted for the same purpose?" Harry asked, although, in the end, he wondered if he had gotten the wording right at all.

But he needn't have worried. Even in his dosed mental state, Dumbledore was intelligent enough to respond to the questions in a relatively satisfactory manner, although what he did say brought anger to the courtroom.

"By the inevitable, I meant the glorious days where wizards under my guidance would force the muggles to see me as their ruler. There were several magical families I wanted to see completely under my control; the Potters, the Lovegoods, the Malfoys, the Blacks, the McKinnons, the Prewitts, the Bones's, the Notts, and the Greengrasses, and the Patils," Dumbledore further condemned himself.

"But some of those families came from Death Eater stock," Harry pointed out, "and some of those families weren't even targeted by Voldemort. Why would you focus on those darker families? What was the point of targeting families like the Patils?"

"Some of those families may have been from Death Eater stock, but they represented some of our aristocracy; they had been present within the magical world for centuries. Their preservation of the old ways and old blood would have ensured our survival a hundred times over. The Patils were foreigners, not pure British wizard stock, but they represented a bloodline which had been present in Magical India for centuries. Their inclusion would have ensured the diversity of my army."

Harry turned to Amelia briefly, and he saw her note down the mention of the army. It was the first time Dumbledore had ever hinted at such a thing with such a word, but it was significant. He turned back to Dumbledore, only two more questions on his mind now. Once he was finished with those for now, he would stop. But it would depend on the answers to the questions if he stopped or not. Taking a brief sip out of his water goblet, Harry wiped his lips and thought of the wording. The entire court was hanging on his every word, nobody even thinking of taking over the questioning when the Boy-Who-Lived and defeater of Albus Dumbledore was doing a good job himself.

"Have you been building an army for your personal conquest of the muggle world?" Harry demanded at last.

"I have been preparing it. However I believed I would start when my power base was fully established, and I had solved my ageing problems," Dumbledore replied.

Harry frowned, forgetting his initial question. "Your ageing problem? Of course, the blow caused by Grindelwald meant you wouldn't be able to put all of your plans together, and you wasted years trying to clean up the mess and rebuild your image. When Voldemort appeared, you couldn't defeat him, he was too strong and too savage to be tamed the way you imagined, and as the years have passed you have continually and constantly used your magic to deal with major crises, but it's taken its toll. Am I right?"

Dumbledore clearly didn't like the way his issues had been deduced. "Yes. The wars with Grindelwald and Voldemort consumed a great deal of my time, but in recent years I have been experimenting with the Philosophers Stone or other means of magical immortality that can be used to prolong my life, so I would have the means of creating the army I always wanted to build."

Harry was about to ask more but he remembered that there were other questions held within that notebook he had given to Amelia and the auror to ask Dumbledore, and he didn't want to be standing here all day. He was about to sit back down, announcing that he had no further questions for the time being, but Harry quickly remembered his manners and he turned to Madam Bones. "Madam Bones, I believe this warrants further investigation. I apologise for taking over the questioning, but there were some things I wanted to clarify in my head. I have no further questions for the accused. For now."

Harry took his seat again, but Amelia whispered, "I might not approve, but you did a good job." In a louder voice, Amelia said to the auror behind the questioning to resume.

"You took magical guardianship of Harry Potter, did you do this with anybody else and if so what did you do with them? Did you teach your wards their place in the magical world? If not, why not?"

Harry sat up straight visibly in his seat, making the more observant viewers in the courtroom, including Amelia Bones herself, who sent him a curious, inquisitive look, realise he had a clear and ulterior motive for including that question. He had wanted to know the answer for ages. He didn't care about the reactions of everyone else.

But what Dumbledore had to say was worrying, and it made everyone realise what kind of man existed under the murky layers of mystery Albus Dumbledore had put over himself.

"Yes, I took over the guardianship of several children over the years; many of them were the survivors of the Grindelwald and Voldemort wars. They had no family, so I saw the opportunity when it was presented to me. When I received guardianship, I had them sent to the muggle world where they grew up ignorant in muggle orphanages which I personally chose for the abusive qualities. This was to stamp out any independent streak in them. When they entered the magical world, sometimes under totally different names so they wouldn't know of their family history in our world, they wouldn't know their true heritage and they would consider themselves muggle-borns. At the age of 17, they would receive word from Gringotts of their inheritances, but thanks to my mail-redirect wards, I was able to intercept the mail and I would gain their family fortunes and their libraries," Dumbledore said, further condemning himself with his crimes.

But this crime was worse than most of the others. Dumbledore was not only depriving children of their magical heritage, he was stealing from them all.

Line theft.

One of the worst crimes in the magical world. Harry clenched his fists angrily, knowing he could very well have been one of those victims of line theft. If this didn't see Dumbledore in trouble in line with receiving the Dementor's Kiss, Harry would be surprised. But at the same time he had a feeling the goblins would want justice to be done as well.

But Dumbledore wasn't finished. Harry had asked other questions to do with the ones he had asked a moment ago. "I did not want any of them to know about the magical world. I knew if they did I would not get their fortunes and their knowledge. I had long since wanted wealth, fame and honour, but I saw only one viable way of getting them. I studied the magical laws that go with magical guardians and my own roles within the Ministry and the ICW, and I saw I had a way of getting the fortunes with a legal loophole."

Bones stood up slowly, her expression making it very clear to every intimidated person in the courtroom that she was on the verge of exploding with anger. "We will be looking into the families whose children you have taken guardianship of," she ground out, Harry knowing only too well she was private including her own family in this mess, not that Harry couldn't blame her since their families had come close to being brainwashed automatons under Dumbledore's thumb. "But for now, we will proceed with the other questions."

She took her seat again and leaned over to Harry so she could whisper, "What made you include that question?"

Harry whispered back, "I always wanted to know why Dumbledore was so keen on keeping his guardianship of me even when I was causing problems and how far he was willing to go. But this trial has given me dozens of opportunities, and when I saw how far he was willing to go to keep his fame and generate more influence for himself to enjoy, well it got me thinking that he had taken guardianship of other people. Well, I wanted to know what happened to them. Do you think you will find them?"

"I hope so."

"Won't it be too late for them to know the truth?"

"Perhaps, but we need to investigate."

"Amelia, the goblins will need to be informed of these results and of what Dumbledore's confessed to doing. They won't like this. If there's one thing that will make them hate wizards, it's finding a wizard who's found loopholes in their procedures," Harry pointed out.

"I know."

"How many more trials has Dumbledore wracked up?" Harry asked curiously.

"Too many."

In the time Harry and Amelia had been having their whispered conversation, the auror, shaken by the sheer scope of crimes from a man he had once respected, took a few moments to regain his composure before he began asking the next question on the list. He looked down at the question.

"How did you set up your plan to defeat Lord Voldemort?"

"I found it increasingly hard to fight Voldemort outright," Dumbledore began, "every time I came up with a plan to defeat him, I couldn't put it into operation. Voldemort was always keeping himself in the shadows. It was very rare that he ever came out of hiding but he did lead attacks on the muggle world, the Ministry, and the homes of the various families that he targeted.

"That changed when I interviewed Sybil Trelawney when she applied for the job of Divination teacher at Hogwarts. Personally, I was going to refuse outright. I believed the subject was pointless and illogical. But before I could leave, she delivered a prophecy describing in detail how a child born at the end of July would have the power to defeat Voldemort if they were marked by the dark wizard and if their parents had defeated and defied Voldemort three times. By the end of the year, only two boys met the criteria; Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom."

Gasps filled the room again, only this time they were finally getting the full story. Harry already knew there had been a prophecy but hearing the whole thing spread out like this opened new ideas in his mind, and as he leaned forward to pay further attention, he wondered if he would get angry enough to murder Dumbledore, the law be damned.

"In the end, both the Potters and the Longbottoms went into hiding. They knew the danger against their sons, and they had prepared wills in case they died. Harry Potter was marked as the Boy Who Lived, and I had him put in with the muggle world where he would be raised by his aunt and uncle, except the muggles tried to kill him and Harry was lost to me until he turned eleven, but by that point, he was far from what I had hoped."

"What did you hope he would be to you?"

"I had arranged with Arabella Figg, a squib, to pass on potions so Harry's magic and mental capacity was sabotaged. I wanted a pawn who would listen to me and do my bidding. I didn't want a knowledgeable and powerful young man. At the same time, I placed blocks on Neville Longbottom to ensure he didn't become powerful either, and I also placed spells on him to make him fearful of magic following the attack on his parents."

Urge to murder and maim…. Rising; soon to pass through the atmosphere of planet Earth, Harry thought to himself.

"Why did you go that far by placing blocks on Neville Longbottom?" To his side, Amelia Bones asked an important question of her own.

Once more Dumbledore showed how far he had become a control freak. "I believed it possible that Neville might be a useful pawn in a future scheme; at the same time it was possible that Potter would die, either through carelessness on his part, or ill-thought out plans on my own part, but I needed a central pawn to defeat Voldemort. Neville Longbottom was the only one who fit the bill."

The auror had been going through his mind, all of the things Dumbledore had said before. "You said you had given a squib potions to use to control Potter; surely you would have had time to administer them when he was at Hogwarts?"

"I tried, but none of them took hold."

Amelia sent Harry a look and he nodded at her unspoken question. Yes, he had known about the attempts to use potions on him, and yes he had foiled it. But he didn't tell her then that the attempts had made him extremely paranoid. Many of them had come during his fourth year when Harry really made sure to make Dumbledore's life as hard as possible.

"What do you mean?"

"The brat seemed to be aware of each potion attempt. Even at the Burrow, where I gave Molly Weasley permission to potion him, Harry seemed to know what was going on, and he had an intimate knowledge of how to prevent the potions from getting hold of his system."

Harry raised a brow, suddenly wondering if perhaps the death (unlamented) of Molly Weasley was planned. As someone who was an accomplice to Dumbledore's plans to dose him up, she would know precisely too much that would sink Dumbledore. He noticed some of the Weasleys looked distinctly uneasy, and he guessed a few of them had known about it.

Harry leaned over to Amelia and whispered a question that he wanted to be answered. Amelia narrowed her gaze at him as the question registered in her mind. She remembered the time when she had gone to Hogwarts and discovered Dumbledore trying to cover up so many truths. But now she was interested in what the truth was.

She stood up. "When Harry Potter was in Hogwarts, what was your plan for the overall defeat of Lord Voldemort?" She demanded, ignoring the pathetic flinches.

"My plan was to have Harry encounter dangerous situations at Hogwarts in order to prepare him for Voldemort's return. I knew he was not dead. He had created the Horcruxes, and one of them was implanted into Harry's scar when he was a baby," Dumbledore was unaffected by the shouting in the room and he carried on spilling his darker secrets, "so I knew he would return, stronger than ever. My plan was for Harry to go through strife, with students turning on him and denying him any kind of help while teaching him that he needed to forgive everyone around him so then he would gladly sacrifice himself for the magical world. After that he would be killed by Lord Voldemort, fulfilling the prophecy."

"The Horcrux I made sure to destroy in my fourth year?" Harry knew it went against the protocol in the room, but he couldn't help but laugh. He collapsed his occlumency barriers until they were up at the barest height for defending his mind. He laughed until he had tears in his eyes. He had never heard of anything so moronic in his life as he listened to Dumbledore's pathetic interpretation of the prophecy.

He ignored the looks he was getting as he laughed at Dumbledore before he regained some depth of control over himself. "You old fool! You pathetic, senile poltroon! What makes you think I would have sacrificed myself for the magical world when there were dozens of ways that your precious, beloved prophecy could have been interpreted? What made you think it would work? To sacrifice myself, I would have needed something I loved and cared about. I had nothing, really; barring my time with two lovely girls during the Triwizard Tournament, I had nobody to sacrifice myself for. My godfather was a useless dumb-arse who had gotten himself arrested because he didn't bother to use his brain and instead the fool wasted a chunk of his life in prison for using his emotions to govern his actions, the only other friend of my father's was a pathetic coward who gave the same sob story until it made you sick. Everyone else was pathetic; the teachers at your damn school were useless when it came to stopping the bullying you allowed and encouraged, the public was fickle, and they would have listened and believed in whatever lie, reporters, like Rita Skeeter wrote for their amusement. At the same time, you allowed your spies to interfere in my life, and you had your greasy pet Death Eater around to make my life a misery, but all it did was prove to me just how worthless this world could be. Why didn't you ignore the prophecy and instead give your knowledge to qualified people instead, people who would have taught Voldemort his place in the world before he was killed? Oh, that's right; you wanted some grandiose, fantasy battle where you would have won everything you had ever wanted, right? But it went wrong, didn't it?"

Dumbledore had been unaffected by the rant, while the rest of the audience was stunned silent by the fact their precious hero hadn't considered them worthy of his time, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were horrified; they had known Harry had found out they were spying on him, but they had never known him to lash out like this before; their reactions were nothing compared to Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, who both listened on in devastation.

"Yes," the old wizard replied, "I had hoped when the time came and you sacrificed yourself, I would be the one who would kill Voldemort."

"So YOU would have had me scour the country, in your ideal scenario, for the Horcruxes that you knew of but were too bloody lazy to do anything about, destroy them, and then sacrifice myself to destroy the abomination to magic itself in my forehead where that stupid scar was while you finished him off after presumably sitting back, twiddling your thumbs. You had your interpretation of the prophecy, but in mine, it said I had to kill Voldemort, although I had sworn to kill him, to make him pay for everything he had done. Y'know, a few years back, I barely thought of you; I even thought you had died. I'd hoped you had because I've forgotten how you made me feel physically sick. You haven't lost your touch. When I used that ritual in my fourth year to get rid of the Horcruxes and end it, once and for all, that must have driven you mad. But what I don't get now is why you can't just die and get on to your next great adventure."

The disgust in the last sentence might have been worded as a question, but in truth, it wasn't but because of the wording, Dumbledore treated it as such.

"I have been forcing my magic to sustain my life."

"WHAT?!" Harry bellowed. "Are you mad? Forcing your magic to allow you to live is dangerous, especially if you go past a specific point; that's why it's considered lethal. It also has adverse effects on your mind, it's no wonder your brain has been addled. But moving on from your insanity, just one more thing. Its only just occurred to me; you spoke about potions earlier, did you dose other students with potions for your sick plans?"

Once more Dumbledore replied, but like all the other times he tried valiantly but futilely to stop the answer from leaving his throat, but he was wasting his time. "Yes," he got out, knowing this would make things worse.

Amelia Bones stood up this time while the auror stood there, wondering if he would ask anymore questions. "What potions did you use?"

"I used to love and compulsion potions in order to match certain couples I believed would be perfect together."

"What was the point behind that?"

Dumbledore once more showed how much of a blood bigot he really was, and how he was willing to interfere in the personal lives of his students. "I believed certain families needed to be strengthened for my plans to work, and so I had Severus prepare the potions, and they were given to the students."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Ever since I became Headmaster; I blackmailed Horace into making the potions, but he refused; something about the morality of true love. Severus had no such scruples."

"Of course not, he was a Death Eater; he didn't care about morality," Harry sat back down and put his head in his hands and sighed. He was tired of this trial. He had half expected some of the things he had just learnt, and in truth he had half wondered about the potions part for a long time, but this was the first proof he'd had for years. But he wasn't going to ask if the bastard was responsible for his parents getting together.

Harry turned to Amelia, and he leaned over, casting a privacy bubble. "Amelia, I've had enough. I want to leave," he said to her, hoping her reasonable attitude would allow her to let him leave.

"Don't you want to know what else he has to say?" Amelia said.

"No," Harry shook his head. "I want to get out of here; I've asked most of the questions I wanted answering anyway, and some of the ones that I haven't have found their way into that notebook," he pointed absently towards the auror holding it. "I just went to get away from here, away from the Ministry, and away from the sick fuck sitting across from me."

Amelia Bones looked down. She knew how he felt, the revelations this old man who had been guiding the magical world in one way or another was in fact planning on building an army out of the children he'd taught for years with their brains filled with the sick things he spouted made her feel sick. It was even worse when it got down to his worst crimes.

She already knew Dumbledore was going to be seeing the inside of courtrooms for a while; there was simply too much, far too much, here for the one trial. Crimes against Hogwarts students. Murders going back decades. His actions during the magical wars. There was simply so much. It would likely tie up the law system for months and months.

"I had hoped you would stay," she said softly. "I value your advice and your input, and you've asked enough questions of Dumbledore to chip away at him in a far better way than I expected."

Harry knew what she was trying to do, but unlike Dumbledore, her subtle way of getting him to help was not out of some personal agenda. "No, you're just as good. I've had enough. And besides, I don't have the stamina for something like this."

Amelia closed her eyes but nodded. "Alright, you can go. I might want to speak to you again later, but you can leave."

"Thank you," Harry stood up, dispelling the bubble around him and he walked out of the courtroom. He didn't look back once at the people who had believed loved him and those who spied on him.

X

In his home in Kent, Harry finished reading the letter he had received from Amelia at the Ministry. It had come about an hour ago, and he had been reading it on and off again, trying to make sure it wasn't a dream. In the last two months since the trial of Albus Dumbledore he had walked out of, Harry had taken to writing short stories, jogging around Dungeness and walking around the beaches of the Kentish coast, going on the Romney, Hythe & Dymchurch railway, and going into Brighton via train or by road. He wasn't doing anything constructive and he had no desire to, as he tried to put the trial and the revelations of Dumbledore out of his mind.

At that time the magical world was reeling from its trials of Dumbledore. The old wizard had undergone many trials following the primary trial with the revelations of his crimes; his crimes at Hogwarts, the revelations of his manipulations whenever he took guardianship of children, and his manipulation of the wars were only the tip of the iceberg.

The revelations from Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus's own brother, who had no feeling of affection for him, had only added more nails to the coffin. Aberforth had dropped in so many nasty revelations, using memories collected over a lifetime in the hope that one day someone would finally see what kind of wizard Albus Dumbledore truly was, but thanks to his brother's manipulations, he had never been able to release them. It was only through a letter to the Ministry, to Amelia Bones, that the memories had seen the light of day. All they had done was add more charges and more questions, and trial possibilities.

There had been so many revelations that more trials were added to the docket. For a whole two months, Harry had been keeping himself apprised of what was happening in the magical world and the number of upheavals and more revelations threatened to topple magical society from Dumbledore's use of potions on students to pair couples up, which led to many couples within the magical world to realise they didn't belong to what he had done with Voldemort, and the spells he had used on Fawkes the Phoenix, showing his utter disregard for any kind of life in his quest for personal recognition. Amelia had arranged for a trial that started from scratch, although it echoed the original trial in the hopes of understanding just what other atrocities Dumbledore had committed over the years. That trial had gone on for 3 weeks, and it further sent shockwaves through the entire magical world, but that was nothing compared to the revelations of what Dumbledore had done during his time in the Wizengamot, and the ICW; the ICW had come in and learnt the old wizard had been trying to manipulate other countries, with varying degrees of success, but he had managed it in some corners. Because of his foreign nature, there had only been so much he could do, so they were safe and magical children hadn't found their way into his clutches, and were given potions. But there were some manipulations here and there, and Dumbledore had to answer for them. By far the more serious crimes were what Dumbledore had done to break into their Ministries in Europe. They had learned he had taken over the minds of some people and learnt how break-in, after that he had found it really easy to use Fawkes.

But all that had ended. Albus Dumbledore had been sentenced to be given the Dementor's Kiss and his body would be pushed through the Veil of Death as he was simply too dangerous to keep around. Harry personally believed them; Dumbledore had likely many supporters among the magical radicalises who believed he had something compared to Grindelwald and Voldemort, and they would attempt to free him; presumably, that was why Amelia and the others decided to simply kill him in two different methods. While a part of him regretted not doing anything about Dumbledore in the past, he was glad he was finally gone.

As he read the letter, Harry wondered when he would leave the country again, but he decided he would stay a little longer without involving himself in the magical world.

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Until the next Harry Potter story.