Saving Her; Saving Us All

Pairings: Hermione/Multi; Luna/Ron; Tonks/Remus; Ginny/Neville

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, and a bunch of people who are not me. I make no profit from this story and suing me would only yield a whole bunch of well-loved books.

Content Disclaimer: This story contains sex, smut, Lemons, Limes, however you want to say it. If you do not like that Then keep on looking. If you are under the age of majority. this is not at all for you.

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Spoilers: Up through Order of the Phoenix

Summary: A forgotten Prophecy may give be the key to ending the second war with Voldemort.

Author Note: Please note the age of consent both in my home state and in the UK, which covers London and Hogwarts (someone would have asked), is 16 years of age. Hermione Granger turned 16 on September 19th of the Golden trio's fifth year. Thank you and have a nice day.

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AN: I had to do it. I've always wanted to see Arthur really stand up for himself. Plus I had to work in my theory on how such an annoying woman caught such a nice guy.

BTW: I'd like to thank all the people who have reviewed; you asked for a full on Bash Fest in this story and I think I can deliver that just fine.

CHAPTER 7

Trial and Questioning of Ass Hats

The next morning came far too soon. Professor McGonagall stayed the night and she helped Matilda and Hermione dress. The Granger women had opted to wear muggle suits under open cut robes. Hermione's suit was a lovely chocolate brown. Under it she wore a scoop-necked gold shell. Her over robe was a similar shade of brown with gold embroidery. Her shoes were high heeled gold sandals. While shopping she and her mother had gotten pedicures and manicures.

While Hermione looked like an ingénue just discovering her sexuality; Matilda looked like a woman grown. Her suit was black with a teal tank. Her over robe was a matching teal with black embroidery. She wore heels and looked put together in a way any lesser woman would envy. They tamed Hermione's curls into a sleek low ponytail, and Matilda adopted the same style.

Heading down the stairs, they met with the gentlemen of the house and the guests who would be heading to the trial with them. Harry, Sirius, and Kingsley were all in their Family robes. The Potter robes were a dark gray adorned with the Potter family herald. The crest itself was surrounded by a Platinum shield, signifying Harry's place as family head. Harry looked only marginally similar to the boy who vacated the train with Hermione in his arms 4 weeks ago. Thanks to the continued good nutrition and the nutrition and health potions Snape had begun slipping him while Hermione was still in St. Mungo's he was almost the same height his father was at the same age. He looked mature and regal, and had a look in his eye that suggested he was ready to do battle with the devil himself should the need arise.

Sirius's family robes were of course black. The acromantula silk was so dark it seemed to suck in the light. The Black Family crest was also against a platinum shield. Sirius had his shoulder length hair pulled back into a platinum clasp at the nape of his neck; the clasp was also engraved with his family crest. Next to him stood the twins in conservative, well for them any way, cobalt blue and dove grey Victorian suits with waistcoats and fobs.

Snape was in the formal version of his daily robes. His shoulders adorned with his Potion Master's Guild crest, and his Slyterin Head of House Crest. He wore his hair drawn back in a gold clip engraved with the Prince family crest. He found it in his wardrobe when he began to get ready this morning. Next to him stood Gerard Granger, looking tall and dapper in a tailored Armani double breasted suit. It was the same dark gray as Harry's family robes, so he decided to forgo an over robe.

Kingsley's family robes were a midnight blue, his family crest outlined on a gold shield, which signified his status as the line's primary heir. Remus looked nice as well in new tan robes, with gray embroidery. Supposedly Sirius was allowing Remus to borrow the robes, yet they looked as though they had been designed specifically for the wolf. Knowing Sirius, they probably were.

Arthur had left for work earlier; he too wore his head of family robes. He had gone in early to make sure that he was able to send a message back should the court make an attempt to move the case forward on the docket, as they had don't to Harry last summer. Pansy would have been free by noon without the presence of the primary witnesses. Luna and her father had arrived not long before Hermione, Matilda, and Minerva came downstairs. She looked lovely in very well fitted light blue robes. Her father's family robes were a very flamboyant mix of blues.

Ginny and Ron had dressed in their best school robes; however Neville wore the Longbottom heir's robes. The company had made the decision that all who had family robes would wear them; simply to show the strength of bloodlines that could be brought to bear on the true side of light, as well. Therefore McGonagall was wearing her family crest on its Platinum shield as well. Bill and Charlie were decked out in family robes as well, though Charlie's crest was unadorned. Fleur stood next to Bill. She was resplendent in beautiful red day robes, tisking with her tongue, she pulled her wand and with a few movements, she transfigured Ginny's robes into a mint green set similar to her own. She added the Weasley crest to both Ginny and Ron's robes.

Arthur had forced his wife to attend the trial. She was to help to present a united front showing the Weasley's family support of Hermione. She was dressed by Winky at Arthur's request. Her hair was pulled up into a sleek bun, and her robes were a nice royal blue. Winky had corseted her in and tailored the robes to give her a more flattering shape. The robes were of course adorned with the Weasley family crest. Her face was done up in subtle makeup like most of the females in the party, however like her daughter, she could be seen scowling, and casting looks of derision at one particular party member.

Gerard and Matilda brought the family Mercedes ML 550, and with a few charms it fit everyone comfortably. They drove to the ministry and parked in the muggle parking deck next door. Sirius led them to a special entrance that they were only able to access when accompanied by a Wizengamot member. As head of the Black line, the first thing he had done was rip his seat out of Malfoy hands, also claiming through Bella, the Lestrange's family seat as proxy.

Sirius led them to the secondary Wizengamot chambers, the room where Harry's trial the summer before was scheduled to be held; their party was met by the entire Tonks family, including Nymphadora in her Auror uniform, Upon entering the chambers, the eyewitnesses, the Ministry six, were directed to a side room help open for witnesses. Inside the room a very efficient looking witch gave them a rundown of the order they would be called, and apprised them of the fact that they Wizengamot had chosen to refuse the use of veritaserum in this trial.

While disappointed, they were all unsurprised. They already knew there would be many powerful people on Pansy's side. Harry, Hermione, Luna and Neville were call and composed while waiting. The same couldn't be said for Ron and Ginny.

*****Matilda PoV*****

The Wizarding world often strikes me as strange. Here we are getting ready for what should be a felony attempted murder trial, and it looke more like a juvenile vandalism hearing. I understand they ran a full court last summer for a much lesser charge for poor Harry, yet the little bitch who tried to take my daughter away from us only gets a sympathetic panel.

"Sirius, why the special entrance?" I heard Gerard ask our host.

"Had we come in the main entrance they would have taken our wands, at best. There is also the risk that they would have attempted to deny entrance to you and Matilda. While muggles are allowed into the ministry in cases like this; I did not want to give them a chance to try something." Sirius replied. He then went on to tell us that he was surprised by the fact that the trial organizer allowed Amelia and Augusta to sit on the panel.

They brought in the defendant and she looks like the epitome of a purebred princess. She even had on Jewelry. She looked far too confident. At least she did until she looked over at us. I could tell the moment she noted the close resemblance between me and my daughter. I'm sure that she could see her death in my eyes. However, she really blanched when she noted how many of the Wizarding world's top families were represented around us. It would seem that Hermione had made more friends at that school than she realized. Almost every family who had a child in her DA organization was represented.

Looking around the informal courtroom I find something bothering me. The more I look about the less I like it. Signaling Sirius, I ask. "Where does the barrister for the prosecution stand. There is one, right? Are all the questions asked by the judges?"

"I noticed that was missing to. They are supposed to have both represented unless the defendant decided not to have council themselves. If none of the Wizengamont members are set to take that role, I'll fill it myself. They can't call my biased, without being tarred with the same brush." He answered. Sirius's smile was getting more and more feral as he watched them try to stack the deck.

Then he became positively incensed when he saw that Dumbledore was here to preside over the trial.

*****Sirius PoV*****

That fucking asshat. There is no reason for him to be here. In partial Wizengamot council, the Chief Warlock isn't ever called in. He's pulling the strings in this trial…time to cut them. I stood and made my way to the prosecution podium. Ahh. It would seem that I cut off Dumbledore's plant. Looks like Dingle. What is the old man playing at? He has obviously decided to get this little cow off. Is he trying to pass Hermione off?

I look Dingle in the eye and force him to back down. I make a show of settling into place and give Nicholas Stroud, the Parkinson solicitor, a chilling smile. When they called the trial to order I could see Dumbledore's ire at being thwarted in this. When he asks, by form, who represents the Ministry in this matter, I smirk. "Lord Sirius Orion Black, Auror, Former Hit Wizard, Wizengamot Member."

I see that he hadn't known that Amelia had managed to get me reinstated. I've not been given any work yet due to the Hermione Situation…but I'm back on the roster. The old man has really lost the plot. I'm not sure what he was hoping to accomplish, but all he's going to do is set himself apart from the bulk of the order.

Five minutes into the trial and I have set a Wizengamot Record. The Chief Warlock seems to feel that there is no need for the questioning of the trial to take place under Veritaserum. I objected most strenuously.

Madame Longbottom made the motion that the trial be held under the truth serum, and the usual oaths. Madame Marchbanks seconded the motion. I'm pretty sure it was as much to irritate Dumbledore as to ensure justice. The vote was very close but the motion was passed. Amelia makes the call for the potion but Severus approaches and offers his own stores. The Parkinsons look relieved. This is going to be such fun.

*****Harry PoV*****

When Sirius came across the bond with the change in the trial, I couldn't help but be glad. I was actually able to relax a bit. Something in me was still restless. Thinking things over I decided to share my conversation with Remus with my beautiful…wife, bondmate. Rather than tell her about it, I pulled the memory to the front and pushed it to her. As she watched the memory play, she laughed out loud.

"I'll carry all the Children, Harry. You are right that is no way for a child to enter the world" She whispered. I love her laugh; it's so rich and warm. It makes me want to laugh with her. I was contemplating her lovely laugh when I should have been paying attention to where to truncate the memory. ~Are you really worried that the bond is changing your sexuality?~

~I was, but I'm becoming more comfortable with it. I'm still not sure whether it is the bond or my own developing sexuality.~ I told her. ~According to Remus, it's rather natural at this point. Have you ever had any thoughts like that about girls?~

~Not really. I've found other females to be attractive. I can tell you in an abstract kind of way that Lavender and the Patil Twins are beautiful. I could see why you fancied Cho. But it is more commonly accepted that women are allowed to assess each other that way.~ Her tone was very reasonable.

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So reasonable that I couldn't help but tease her. ~Really, so you've never wondered what Lavender or Parvarti look like naked? Never wondered how their nipples would feel on your tongue? Or maybe you prefer brainy birds. You and Padma get into it over a book, and end up wrestling for it. And her hand accidentally brushes against your pretty tits just right? Or maybe Luna…she can't possibly talk about nonexistent creatures when her little pink tongue is busy lapping at your fanny?~ Her face was so flushed and her eyes were glassy. I thought I had her. I thought I had finally teased Hermione Granger better than she could tease me. It was my first victory, and what a victory the first sexual tease off.

//////SLASH WARNING//////

But it wasn't meant to be. My own attempt to direct her naughty thoughts had backfired on me. Rather than create a verbal mental image, she pushed the image at me. In the fantasy I was seated on an ottoman in the Black Family's Library. Hermione was straddling me, and I was embedded balls deep in her tight wet heat. We were both very much naked, and my hands were filled with the sexy globes of her ass. Next to us was the tall dark handsome form of Kingsley Shacklebolt. He stood proud and fully erect, the long dark snake of his cock between our faces, her sexy tongue dueling with mine; both writhing around Kingsley's flesh. In the vision, we were taking turns sucking and licking until he exploded. The fantasy ended with me licking Hermione's cum covered face clean.

///////SLASH OVER//////

~Hermione are all your fantasies like that?~ I carefully thought at her.

~Yes. You and I, or you, me and one of the others. Always like that ever since I was twelve.~ She was blushing profusely. ~Almost all; you are never in the ones with Sirius. At first it was just us and one of the twins, but later it was us and Professor Snape, then Sirius started showing up after third year. Usually with Professor Snape or George. Kingsley appeared for the first time last summer.~

Whatever else she was going to say was cut off, ~Would you please save this conversation for later;~ Severus shouted across the bond. ~I really don't need an erection in a trial involving Pansy bloody Parkinson.~

~Sorry Professor.~ We both crooned across the bond. I have a feeling he is going to make us pay for that later.

*****Gerard PoV*****

I'll be honest; I wasn't sure what Sirius was going to be like as a prosecutor. I had gotten to know the chap pretty well over the last month, but despite his name he didn't strike me as a serious gent. But I must say as soon as the trial began Sirius was all business. As soon as Snape signaled that the truth serum was active, Sirius went right to work.

SB: Please state your name for the transcript.

PP: Pansy Aurelia Parkinson

SB: Your birthdate and age.

PP: September 2, 1979. I am 16.

SB: Did you cast the mourir avec la douleur de mon Coeur curse on the Hogwarts Express on June 25th?

PP: Yes

SB: Whom did you cast said curse at on the date in question?

PP: The Mudblood Granger

SB: You mean first generation Witch Hermione Granger?

PP: Yes, the mudblood Granger.

SB: Did it take you long to learn the curse, Miss Parkinson?

PP: Around two and half months.

SB: Did you practice it daily?

PP: Pretty much. Weekends were better than weekdays.

SB: Really. How so?

PP: I have trouble casting after a day of classes. I don't have enough power to cast a lumos and get a pinprick of light after both Transfiguration and Charms.

SB: Then why practice it so diligently?

PP: Because Draco said I had to make it work.

SB: Are you referring to Draco Malfoy?

PP: Yes, My Drakey.

SB: I see. What does young Mr. Malfoy have to do with all this?

"Objection!" yelled Stroud. "Immaterial to the case"

"Seems rather material to me," Madame Marchbanks rejoined as she overruled the objection.

Sirius continued his questions. "What does Draco Malfoy have to do with you casting the mourir avec la douleur de mon Coeur curse at Miss Granger on the date in question?"

PP: Everything.

SB: Explain Everything please.

PP: Draco gave me the spell. it's from his family library. I'd hoped it was from the Malfoy Grimoire, but it wasn't.

SB: I see. Why did Mr. Malfoy give you the spell?

PP: So I could use it against Granger. Draco said that it could only be used by one woman against another.

SB: Why would you want to use it against Miss Granger?

PP: Because she is so bloody perfect. She is a mudblood and yet she is constantly out performing her betters. She is always the first to learn every spell and potion, and she does the hardest schedule of anyone at Hogwarts and still be able to cast a fully corporeal Patronus. She is plain and a bookworm, and yet she and Harry bleedin' Potter are all my Draco ever talks about. Granger this, Potter that; it has to stop.

SB: so you decided based on jealously and bigotry to curse a fellow student in the middle of the corridor of the Hogwarts Express?

PP: Yes. Why not? She is just a stupid mudblood.

Sirius rested after that. Stroud wasn't able to mount much of a defense. He tried to shift the blame onto Hermione, but under the Veratiserum, Pansy was forced to admit that Hermione's back was to her as she cast the spell. When he finished, Pansy's hole was even deeper.

Next Sirius called the Lovegood girl. Severus gave her a dose, and then threw a pitying look at Percy Weasley, who was acting as court reporter.

SB: Please state your name for the record.

LL: Luna Selene Lovegood

SB: Thank you. Please tell us what happened on the Hogwarts Express on its end of year trip to London.

LL: Well not much really. I was sitting with my friends, I have them now you see, when Draco Malfoy came into the compartment and started to rant and rave that we would all pay for putting his father into Azkaban. But really we didn't put him there. His own poor choices did. We are each responsible for the decisions we make. After all none of us were even born when Lucius Malfoy decided serve the madman Tom Marvolo Riddle. So I don't see how he could think it was our fault. One would have to be infected with chizpurfles to consider yourself better than everyone else because of your pureblood status; and then follow a halfblood. Really he barely qualifies under their rules for that distinction since his father was completely magicless. Anyway after we sent him on his way Hermione suggested that we all go change, so we could be comfortable. But really I think she just wanted to take her next dose of potion, without Harry worrying.

"As we were returning to our cabin, Ronald, Harry and Neville were walking towards us. Pansy shouted a curse in French, I was close enough to Ginny to pull her to the floor as I dodged. I saw a glaring pink spell trail hit Hermione in the back. Her eyes went really wide and she let out this sound. It was almost like she was in too much pain to even scream. I flung a spell at Pansy, while Ginny forced the other compartment doors in the car to close. I used an incarcerous. The others helped to make sure that she was completely incapacitated. Then we took Hermione back to our compartment, took charge of Pansy to turn her over to Susan Bones' aunt, Amelia. She is the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and unlike Fudge, Umbridge and that lot, we've found no evidence of bribe taking, corruption or Goblin eating."

The rest of Hermione's friends, who were called as witnesses, told the same story. The healers from St. Mungo's described how the curse had effected Hermione. Then Fleur Delacour testified as to what would have happened had the spell run its course. Then Stroud took over. He looked very proud of himself when he called Severus to the stand.

NS: Please State your name for the record.

SS: Severus Tobias Snape, Potions Master.

NS: And what is your relationship to the defendant.

SS: I am her Head of House at Hogwarts.

NS: How would you describe Miss Parkinson, as a student?

SS: She is brainless, talentless and devious. She has barely enough power to avoid the label squib. She is a disruptive presence in every class she attends. I have at least 3 occurrences every week where she tries to further herself at the expense of others.

Stroud stumbled and cast a desperate look at the judges' panel. He was not expecting that. "But is she a danger to others?"

SS: Yes. In every potions class she attends. Either her brewing partner or I have to save her potions from exploding, or she is trying to cause someone else's potion to explode. I have recorded 27 cases where she, in collusion with Mr. Malfoy, has thrown substances into another student's cauldrons, in an attempt to cause catastrophic potion failure.

Stroud was shocked. Again he looked at the panel, clearly seeking intervention, when it came it, it was not helpful. Amelia Bones asked Severus, "Why is this the first time we are hearing about these attempts to do harm to others?"

Severus cast an unfathomable look at the Chief Warlock. "each instance is clearly noted in the student's record. I discussed the punishments with Deputy Headmistress McGonagall, who would then institute the punishments. In cases where it was an attempt to create a life threatening situation, Headmaster Dumbledore would overrule our advice that the DMLE be brought in. he felt it very important that Miss Parkinson be given opportunities to change."

When Sirius declined to question Severus, Stroud dismissed Snape. Surprisingly, at least to me, he called Hermione to the stand.

NS: Please state your name, date of birth and age for the record.

HG: Ms. Hermione Jane Granger, September 19, 1979. I am 16.

NS: Miss Granger, you are looking very fit for someone who was supposedly at death's door so recently.

HG: Was there a question there?

My daughter, the Barrister.

NS: Didn't you fake it all in order to rid yourself of a school rival?

HG: No. First of all I do not consider Pansy Parkinson to be a rival. Her scores place her in the 128th spot in our class. I am number in every class I take with the exception of Defense Against the Dark Arts, where I rank second by all objective rankings.

NS: So Miss Parkinson did not score higher than you in DADA last school year.

HG: She did under Umbridge's highly skewed grading system. When graded by an objective party in Ministry's Department of Education and Testing, she scored in the lowest 3 percentile of the class.

NS: So, how is it that you are looking so fit after a supposed murder attempt?

HG: Magic.

Ah, the deadpan delivery, my daughter is a cheeky thing.

NS: Very humorous. What Magic?

HG: A French ritual created roughly 20 years after the advent of the original curse. It was found by Professors Snape and Lupin, with the assistance of Headmaster Phineas N. Black.

NS: So you used a dark ritual to recover?

HG: No you unmitigated ass. The ritual was devised to combat the curse. That, by the definition set forth by the Ministry and St. Mungo's classifies the ritual as light.

NS: And what exactly does this "light" ritual comprised of?

HG: a potion and chanting of certain phrases while carrying out a demonstration of the positive emotions needed to combat the negative emotions represented in the curse.

Stick that in your pipe Stroud. The esteemed barrister for the defense rested, and Sirius asked just one question. "Please explain to me something, what was your status for the last several weeks?"

"I was in a level 10 Stasis ward; that had to be recast daily. It was the only way to keep my magical core from expanding until it exploded. My friends and family researched until they found the ritual and performed it allowing me to awaken with a stable core."

After asking if either side had anymore witnesses, the Wizengamot voted. They actually found her guilty. I started to get happy. However, Minerva leaned down and warned me that the sentencing could still go against us.

*****Minerva PoV*****

Before Sirius and Stroud began to make sentencing recommendations, the court asked several people whatthey felt the appropriate punishment would be. The parkinsons seemed to feel that Pansy had been punished enough. Sirius called Gerard and Matilda to the stand to remind the panel that Hermione had parents too.

"Hermione is our only child. We love her with every fiber of our being. To think that she was almost taken from us because of the idiotic jealousy of a petulant child, it is unfathomable. Pansy Parkinson has no achievements of her own so she touts her parentage, something she had absolutely no control over. Do not allow her to go unpunished; or the next time she feels jealous of a rival, she will do this again. Next time who is to say it won't be your child."

Finally Harry took the stand again, "Hermione Granger is my best friend; but even more, she holds my heart. I grew up with relatives who hated me to the bottom of their very souls. I was starved, neglected, and beaten. I was called a freak to the point that I didn't know my own name until they were forced to send me to primary school. The first person who I can remember telling me they loved me, is Hermione Granger. The first person to give me a hug, was almost taken from me by a pug faced bitch so afraid of her own worthlessness she torments others.

"You now have the opportunity to show the world that you are the light, that the entirety of the Ministry is not corrupt. You have a duty to punish Pansy Parkinson. You all think that I am the Savior of the Wizarding world, well Hermione saved me. She has literally and figuratively saved my life more than I can ever tell you. And beyond that, she saved my soul. I am expected to have the power to defeat Voldemort, and the strength of will not to take his place; Hermione is my strength. She is my will. And Pansy tried to kill her over the attentions of a boy Hermione wouldn't curse with someone else's wand.

"Show me that the light is as strong of will as the dark. Finally do what needs to be done to stop the proliferation of evil. Show those who turn to the dark that it will not be allowed. Show them justice."

The light families in the room all stood and applauded. This is exactly what Albus needs. A kick in the pants and a reminder that light should not be weak and ineffectual. Plus now with Harry's home life in public record; I believe that he will be defending his own actions soon.

Madame Longbottom delivered the verdict of the court. The Chief Warlock should have done so since he was present. Apparently Albus was pouting. "Having reviewed all testimony and evidence, we find Miss Parkinson to be a danger to the Magical Community at large. She is to have her memory wiped; she will then be given a muggle education to the secondary school level. Her magic will be bound, and she will be moved to a muggle hospital. She will live out the rest of her natural life in the muggle world. Let us hope that she will become a productive member of that society. She is also fined the sum of 2500 Galleons, to be paid to Ms. Hermione Granger. This fine is to offset the medical expensed incurred due to Miss Parkinson's actions."

She stopped and looked pointedly around the gallery. "This court further finds Mr. Draco Malfoy guilty of collusion. As such he is hereby fined 2500 Galleons for his part in this debacle. Mr. Malfoy is also to be placed on probationary status with the DMLE for a term of no less than 5 and no greater than 10 years. Any illegal actions before the age of majority will see him sharing Miss Parkinson's sentence. The Court Reporter shall owl Mr. Malfoy with the findings of this Session of the Wizengamot within 1 hour." Augusta Longbottom looked as pleased with this verdict as well all felt.

*****Hermione PoV*****

I'm not sure I believe that Pansy is actually being punished. Apparently that 'sympathetic' panel her lawyer picked wasn't quite as sympathetic as she thought…or maybe Draco didn't pay them enough. It's the first time he's had to bribe someone all on his own. I am positively sure that Albus Dumbledore is on my shit list. Ah, speak of the bearded lady, and he shall appear.

"Miss Granger, I am glad to see that you are recovered." He twinkled, and I felt something strange. It felt like Severus expanded his occlumency shields to protect my mind as well. The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes dimmed as he said, "I am, however, disappointed that you did not speak up against the harsh punishment levied against young Miss Parkinson."

Keeping my tone carefully polite, I modulated the volume of my voice to allow it to be heard by the Daily Prophet Reporters down the hall. "Headmaster, you surprise me. One would think that as Chief Warlock you would be gratified to see justice carried out. Though for it to be justice, perhaps we should have hit her with the curse and see if she could find six people with the depth of emotion needed for the counter."

"But surely, Miss Granger, you would advocate for mercy upon our fellow man. For if we do not treat our enemies justly are we any better than they?" He tried to reason.

"Actually Professor. I feel that the best use of my advocacy is to advocate for those with no voice in our community. I feel that our enemies should have to pay for the lives that they take and the families they ruin. In other words I feel they should be treated JUSTLY. Pansy Parkinson tried to take my most valuable possession, my life. The court decided to take hers. Professor, I tend to be very egalitarian, but I firmly believe that any person who seeks to harm or kill an innocent, deserves death." I would have said more but Harry cut me off.

"We say it firsthand ourselves only two months ago, if you stun a Deatheater during a fight, then his buddies simply wake them back up. However if you cut off their hand, in most cases they are out of the battle. The side of light does not have to kill, and should never become comfortable with it…but they must understand that there comes a time when it is necessary." Harry said staunchly.

My father looked up and down the hall, noting the rapt attention being paid to our conversation. "Professor Dumbledore. There is a quote known the world over by Edmund Burke, "All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." You have a whole nation being held at the capricious whims of a madman and his few thugs. Thugs you did not see to the last time they did this. Why are so few standing up against them? You have a Ministry that oppresses a full three quarters of the population. Why are so few doing anything? After your last war, you let more Deatheaters off with a bullshit excuse than you actually prosecuted. Why did no one do anything? Why did the light roll over and let the guilty go unpunished?"

I took Harry's hand and we started the exodus away from Headmaster Dumbledore; soon he was standing alone. I do hope that he got the message.