Chương 47: Chapter 47
Draco Malfoy went pale as he saw both his parents on the mirror. The people around were all looking at him. Suddenly someone screamed "Look!"
Everyone heard an eagle's shriek. They saw a golden eagle fly into the air and dive. To everyone's immense shock, the eagle changed into Hadrian Potter, who stood several feet away from Voldemort, as he summoned his wand to his hand.
Dumbledore and McGonagall's jaws dropped in shock. "Bloody hell!" exclaimed Bagman, his voice still enhanced. "He's an animagus? B-but he's only a fourteen-year-old boy! How is that possible?" he spluttered.
Dumbledore couldn't believe his eyes. Harry was an animagus! His form was that of a golden eagle. How could he not have known this before?
People watched as Harry and Voldemort greeted each other. Dumbledore himself was stunned by the amount of power and the spells Harry was using. They watched as Voldemort tortured Lucius Malfoy because of the destroyed diary, and Draco couldn't believe his eyes. He had grown up hearing about how great the Dark Lord was, and here was the man torturing his father!
Everyone watched with immense shock as Harry disproved Voldemort's theory of him being the Heir of Slytherin.
"I'm Lord Potter-Gryffindor-Slytherin!" declared Harry. At this, Dumbledore drastically paled. This was not good, not good at all. How had Harry managed to obtain the Lordships of the Gryffindor and Slytherin families without him realising it? Just how blind had he been for the past couple of years? What was happening here? Harry was supposed to accept his destiny and lay down his life for the Greater Good. He was supposed to let Tom kill him! He wasn't supposed to fight the man. How else could Tom be reformed? That was what the prophecy meant, wasn't it?
Everyone watched as Harry and Voldemort duelled furiously. People were in awe of the sheer amount of magic being thrown around by the two wizards. Suddenly, a flash of lightning could be seen. The mirror provided a better view and they saw, to their immense shock, Harry's thunderbird familiar throwing bolt after bolt of lightning at the twenty odd Death Eaters on the ground below, along with lightning emanating from the fingertips of Harry's left hand.
Dumbledore smiled when he saw Harry hide behind a gravestone. But that smile turned into shock as everyone screamed as the lightning bolt impacted Harry's body. People all over the world were in awe of the thunderbird that Harry had created out of lightning, which was over 100 feet in height.
"Merlin's saggy balls!" shouted Bagman, forgetting that there were kids present. "That thing is what, a hundred feet in height? That thunderbird is made of lightning! Lightning! Hadrian Potter just conjured a fucking hundred foot thunderbird made of lightning!"
Unknown to Dumbledore, the Elder Wand had started glowing. The wand was definitely unlucky in that it would stay only with power-hungry men and women. It merged with their old wand, absorbing its magic and then ensured that their master would win any number of fights. But while the master of the wand was immensely powerful, it was the power of the wand that won duels, not the caster. But here, the wand was not with its master. No, Hadrian Potter was using his loyal Yew and Nundu heartstring wand to fight Voldemort. Harry was very fond of his wand, and even if he had the Elder wand with him, wouldn't have used it as his own wand was quite powerful in channelling his raw power. The Elder wand knew that. Here was a wizard, who was the master of the wand and yet didn't possess it; who was very powerful and yet didn't seek out the wand. It was something the wand had never expected, but it had a duty to help its master. So it did it in the only way possible. Since it couldn't be physically present with its master to help him, it started transferring its power to Harry through the bond between them. The power of the elder wand itself was being fused with Harry's magical core, strengthening him.
People watched for the next several minutes with bated breath as Harry and Voldemort duelled with everything they had. The duel was spectacular, and also deadly. People woke up to the harsh realities of what war was really like, and many were in awe of Harry, who was a fourteen-year-old boy, being able to hold his own against a Dark Lord who was five times his age. After several minutes of duelling using various branches of magic, they both fired spells at each other which met in mid-air.
People screamed as the blasts and sparks from the two spells colliding could be seen on the mirrors. Both Harry and Voldemort's spells were battling for dominance, but everyone could see that Harry was clearly winning the fight. Suddenly, bolts of lightning flew from the fingertips of Harry's fingers and attacked Voldemort.
People started loudly clapping and cheering when Voldemort fell down, but they quietened when they heard Harry talk. There were many wide eyes when Harry mentioned the prophecy. Some of them even turned to look at Neville, once they realised that he too could have been the Boy Who Lived.
Dumbledore was shocked to stillness. Things were going in ways he had never, ever foreseen. How? How did it all go wrong? Had Harry defeated Voldemort? How could that be possible? He knew that he wasn't dreaming, as he had seen the fight that had taken place between the two wizards. The fact that Harry could fight like that given his age scared Albus. He had to think of something to stop Harry, quickly.
Dumbledore's jaw dropped when he realised that Harry knew about Voldemort's Horcruxes. How did the boy know? For that matter of fact, how did he even know what a Horcrux was in the first place? He paled as he heard Harry mention all the artefacts which Albus had thought might have been used by Tom for his Horcruxes. This was not good at all!
His face burned with anger when he heard Harry accuse him of setting up the Potters to die. He looked at the stadium and many narrowed eyes were looking at him with disgust. Albus was glad that Sirius wasn't here; if not there would have been another duel, right there at Hogwarts; not that Sirius could ever hope to win against him.
When everyone saw Harry behead Voldemort, people started cheering and magical fireworks exploded in the air, courtesy of many witches and wizards who had lost families thanks to Voldemort and his Death Eaters. People were hugging each other, laughing, others crying, as Hadrian Potter had saved them again.
"Long live the Boy Who Lived! Long live Hadrian Potter!" someone shouted.
"To Hadrian Potter, the Chosen One!"
"To Hadrian Potter, the defeater of You-Know-Who!"
"May Magic bless our saviour, Hadrian Potter!"
As Harry cried hugging his thunderbird familiar, magical creatures all over the world celebrated the victory of the Lightning Lord.
Daphne Greengrass smiled as she closed her eyes, tears falling down her beautiful face. He had done it. Harry had been victorious. Voldemort was dead. But she turned and saw the shocked face of Albus Dumbledore and her eyes narrowed. She would keep an eye on that man. She wouldn't let anyone touch her fiancé, and Dumbledore was the person powerful enough to do it. She smirked as an idea flashed to her, and she discreetly touched the Gryffindor and Slytherin family rings on her hand and closed her eyes. A few seconds later, there was a light flash from the rings and she opened her eyes.
Daphne turned around and saw that both her parents were crying tears of happiness. In a distance, she could see her sister and friends were all crying as well. She had never seen her father cry before but knew that the situation was something no one had expected. The man who had terrorised the country for so many years and had killed countless witches and wizards was now dead; killed by her fiancé.
She was so proud of him that words failed her. She just wanted him back in her arms so that she could see for herself that he was safe. Just then, she saw in the mirror that the Aurors had broken through.
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Amelia and Sirius relentless tried to break through the wards around the graveyard. But the Auror was right; the Death Eaters had been highly prepared for this. There were numerous wards around the place and they had to track down several different ward stones that powered the wards around the place. And they were all of the deadly variety and so had to be handled with care so that none of them died in the attempt.
Amelia tried to remain calm, but it was useless. Tears flowed down her face as she thought about the fate of the boy who was the closest thing she had to a son. She relentlessly tried to break through the wards, working alongside the curse breakers, braving the horrible rain and wind.
Suddenly, they saw an enormous snake made of –
"Fiendfyre" whispered Sirius in agony as his eyes filled with tears.
But in a span of several seconds, they saw an even bigger spectacle. A thunderbird, made out of lightning itself, probably a hundred feet tall began to engage the basilisk made of fiendfyre.
"It's Harry!" yelled Sirius. "He's fighting Voldemort!"
"Everyone, move it!" shouted Amelia. "Blast the wards and destroy the ward stones if you have to! Just get those wards down!"
"But ma'am, we could destroy the whole village in the process, and us too" yelled a curse breaker. "There wards here are highly illegal and deadly. It will take more time to bring them down safely!"
"Do it as quickly as you can" said Amelia, wiping the tears from her eyes. They worked for several minutes, idly listening to the heavy spell fire coming from the graveyard. Suddenly, the spellfire stopped.
"How much longer?" barked Amelia.
"Just a few more minutes, Director Black" said a curse breaker. "We're almost there!"
After what seemed like an eternity to Sirius and Amelia, the wards finally came down. They checked for danger, and immediately rushed forward. Once they reached the site, they gasped.
The place was basically a war zone. Death and destruction could be seen everywhere as nearly twenty-five dead bodies were on the ground. In the middle of the ground, Harry was standing with a massive thunderbird.
"Harry!" shouted Sirius and Amelia, and went forward. They gasped at the state he was in. His clothes were torn in many places and he had deep gashes on his body. There was also a long gash on his face. Harry turned and saw the two people who could ever come close to his parents. He limped towards them and hugged Sirius and Amelia at the same time.
"We're sorry that it took so long" whispered Amelia. "But there were heavy duty wards around the place. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine" said Harry, pulling back. "It's over. Voldemort is dead."
"He's dead?" asked Sirius in bewilderment.
Harry nodded and pointed to the beheaded corpse a few feet away. The Aurors all gasped and looked at Harry as if he were Merlin himself. If there was one place in the Ministry which could truly understand what Voldemort and his Death Eaters were capable of, it was the Auror Office, as they had personally been involved in the war. To them, Voldemort and his Death Eaters were what killed so many of their comrades and families, and here was a boy who had killed them all, and in the process ended another war before it even began. Harry had just gained an enormous fan following in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
"Contact the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes" said Amelia to an Auror. "And tell them to send several teams of Obliviators. We'll need to obliviate all the muggles who live in this village. And tell them to restore the village as well. The fiendfyre and different curses certainly did its job in destroying it."
"Yes ma'am" said the Auror and Disapparated.
"Come on Harry" said Sirius. "Let's get you to the hospital. We need to treat your injuries."
"No" said Harry stubbornly. "Daphne; I need to see Daphne. Let's go back to Hogwarts."
Harry immediately turned to the thunderbird and hugged him again. "Thank you for coming to my rescue again, Aquila. I couldn't have done it without you."
"I'll always be there for you, little one. Go on, go meet Daphne. I'll see you soon" said Aquila. With that, everyone watched in awe as the thunderbird flew into the sky and with a flash of lightning, disappeared.
"That is one awesome bird" said an Auror.
Harry chuckled. "Don't let him hear you say that; he has a big enough ego as it is. But you're right; he truly is amazing" he said smiling.
"Sirius, you go ahead" said Amelia, coming towards them. "I'll have to handle this mess. And take that crystal with you. This is a crime scene. I would prefer it to be back at Hogwarts."
"Crystal?" asked Harry confused.
"Oh yeah" said Sirius. "It seems the crystal that was following you in the maze got caught in the portkey. The whole world probably saw the duel between you and Voldemort."
"What?" asked Harry in shock.
Sirius steered a shocked Harry to the Triwizard Cup. "A Triwizard Official was placed under the Imperius Curse to make the cup into a portkey to this place" he explained. "We found it quick enough, but we were unable to find out where you were. Daphne disappeared for a while and came back with the coordinates of this place. So this portkey should return us back to Hogwarts."
With that, both Sirius and Harry grabbed the handle, and they felt the familiar jerk behind their navel.
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Harry's feet touched solid ground again amidst thunderous applause and cheers. He immediately felt a body slam into him, and he picked her up and swung her around, smiling into her hair, ignoring the pain his injuries caused. Daphne always felt so wonderful in his arms. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, and he soon felt the stress melt away.
No one saw Albus Dumbledore talking furiously with Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge whose face seemed to be getting redder and redder by the second.
Amelia had sent more Aurors to Hogwarts to control the mob as everyone was in a celebratory mood. The other three champions, who had been retrieved as soon as Harry disappeared, were ashen-faced as they realised how close they had come to losing their lives. Had they reached the Triwizard Cup first, nothing would have stopped them from facing certain death.
Suddenly, they heard a familiar voice shout "Aurors, arrest that criminal!"
Everyone turned to find Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic looking furiously at Hadrian Potter. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Just who are you planning to arrest, Minister?" asked Cyrus Greengrass lightly, stepping next to his eldest daughter and putting an arm around her shoulders.
"Potter!" yelled Fudge. "I'm talking about Potter! Aurors, arrest him!"
Everyone celebrating stopped to look at Fudge as if he had lost his mind. "I have a title, Minister" said Harry softly, but his voice could be heard clearly to everyone. No one noticed that the crystals monitoring the champions were still active, along with a crystal of the Magical Daily Press. "Besides, why should I be arrested?" he asked.
"You're a mass murderer!" yelled Fudge, his face turning purple, a shade that Harry was sure that even Uncle Vernon could never achieve, and that was saying something. "You killed twenty five purebloods who were upstanding members of the country! I'll have you kissed for this, Potter! Aurors, what are you waiting for? Arrest him!"
But none of the Aurors moved, but all of them looked at Fudge with intense hatred in their eyes. Harry had just stopped another war which could have killed them all, and here was an idiot who wanted them to arrest the very same boy who saved their lives?
"I think it would be better if you returned home, Mr Fudge." said Daphne lightly.
"I agree" said Sirius smoothly. "I'm pretty sure the Wizengamot will have some questions for you; questions regarding where your loyalties truly lie – with the people, or with Dark Lords like Voldemort."
"How dare you?" shouted Fudge, and Dumbledore winced. He had hoped that Fudge would take a more subtle approach, but unfortunately, the word subtlety wasn't written in his dictionary.
"Are you forgetting who you're talking to Fudge?" snapped Daphne, her tigress instincts taking control again. "You want to arrest the very person who single-handedly killed Voldemort, the Dark Lord who you're so scared of that you can't even bear to hear his name? Are you fucking stupid, you bumbling fool?"
"Just who do you think you are talking to you silly girl -" said Fudge but was interrupted by Daphne.
"I'm Lady Potter you bumbling buffoon, and I'm also the daughter of Lord Cyrus Greengrass, don't you dare take that tone with me" said Daphne coldly.
"I'm sure our esteemed Minister didn't mean offence, Miss Greengrass" said Dumbledore walking forward, his aura palpable; clearly he was angry. "But I am afraid he is right in that young Harry has committed mass murder. Didn't you see the number of people he killed? I counted twenty five people he killed tonight not counting Voldemort himself, and I'm afraid he is to pay the consequences for his actions."
"Consequences?" snarled Cyrus. "Are you blind, Dumbledore? Didn't you see him being abducted by Death Eaters? He was facing innumerable amount of odds against him, and I didn't see you go there to help him. The entire country saw what happened there, and you think you can blame Harry for what happened? He killed Voldemort and prevented a bloody war! As far as I'm concerned, those Death Eaters brought it upon themselves by serving that madman."
"But he didn't kill Voldemort" said Dumbledore lightly, discreetly drawing his wand. "You see, Voldemort can only be killed for good if Harry dies as well. This is something I've always known. He carries a piece of Voldemort in his scar. So unless Harry is killed, Voldemort cannot be defeated. It is best if you surrender Harry."
Harry laughed coldly. "Is that the best you got, Dumbledore?" he taunted. "Look here; no scar" said Harry, pulling back his hair and showing his unblemished forehead, hiding his rising panic. "Do you think no one would have detected something like that? I have been working with Lady Black, the Head of the DMLE to defeat Voldemort. He is not immortal. He is dead. Understood? D.E.A.D! His body is lying in that fucking graveyard. If you don't believe me, go see for yourself" said Harry quietly, though the power behind the words made Dumbledore stop short.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, my boy" said Dumbledore. In a flash, there were flashes of spells between them as people screamed. One second everything was calm, the next second, there was a ring of fire in the middle of the grounds, with Dumbledore, Harry and Daphne standing inside it, fighting furiously, with Harry and Daphne on one side, and Dumbledore on the other.
Sirius Black and Cyrus Greengrass were on the ground, their robes becoming stained with blood at a very fast rate.
"Cyrus!" shouted Elizabeth. She immediately waved her wand over them, checking the damage. It looked like Dumbledore had used a dark cutting curse on them, and it was lucky that Daphne had escaped unscratched. She swished her wand and started treating and stabilising them.
"Out of the way!" shouted Poppy Pomfrey to the people in front of her. She immediately went to help Elizabeth who was a healer herself and started treating the two men. Once they were stabilised, she levitated them both, and ran to the Hospital Wing, with Elizabeth and Astoria Greengrass by her side.
Professor Flitwick came forward. "No!" he shouted, raising his wand. "You will not torture that boy anymore. You have abused Harry enough in his life. I will not stand for it a moment longer!"
He came forward and cast spells, but the ring of fire stood up like a wall, preventing him access.
"This is an honour duel" gasped Flitwick.
An honour duel was done between two parties if one felt the other party had greatly wronged them. It could not be done without reason, as Magic itself would decide if the honour duel was necessary if one was declared. If it was, a ring of fire would surround them, and wouldn't let anyone through, until the duel was finished. This was a tradition that was seen all over the world, and the earliest texts about magic had mentioned them and the last honour duel that had taken place in Britain was more than fifty years ago.
Suddenly, Dumbledore realised that as well, and he stopped firing, and so did Harry and Daphne. Harry couldn't believe that he was to face both his enemies on a single day. But he was also very tired and badly injured. The duel with Voldemort had taken its toll on him, and he knew that fighting Dumbledore was no picnic. While Voldemort was weakened due to the destruction of his Horcruxes, Dumbledore was still very powerful. Harry bit his lip as he gripped his wand tighter. If he lost this duel, Dumbledore would do his utmost best to lock him up or worse sentence him to a date with a Dementor. He hoped that it wouldn't work, as Harry's political influence and allies had grown. But Dumbledore must not get a chance to say anything more about the Horcruxes. If he did, things would turn very ugly, very fast for Harry as any mention of having a piece of the Dark Lord in his head, even if it was removed, would be very bad in that it won't sit well with the public. Dumbledore was very determined in that he wouldn't stop till his last breath. Harry was still on shaky ground. His eyes widened as he recognised the markings of an Honour duel. What was going on here?
"I have declared an honour duel" said Daphne, with a calm expression on her face, but her eyes were burning with fire that no one had seen before. "This duel is between Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter and Albus Dumbledore. This duel represents all that he has done to the Potter family. He deliberately leaked the prophecy to Voldemort through Severus Snape, a Death Eater, so that Voldemort would target the Potter family. He then used mind altering spells and potions on Lord James and Lady Lily Potter to make them move from Potter Manor to a small cottage in Godric's Hollow. He then cast the Fidelius Charm on the cottage and made Peter Pettigrew the Secret Keeper, knowing full well that he was a Death Eater, and would give the secret to the Dark Lord Voldemort. He then kidnapped the Heir Apparent of the Potter family and placed him with magic hating muggle relatives, knowing that he would be horribly abused there."
"He, knowing that Severus Snape was responsible for the deaths of the late Lord and Lady Potter by leaking information to his master Voldemort, still hired him to teach at Hogwarts and allowed the man to insult the memory of Lord Hadrian Potter's deceased parents. He knowingly stole a Potter family heirloom that has been in the family for centuries. He deliberately painted a target on Lord Hadrian Potter, vilifying him in the eyes of the entire country. He tried to commit line theft by trying to force Lord Hadrian Potter into marrying another girl and also used Lord Potter's blood for his own purposes, which he extracted without consent. He deliberately placed Lord Potter's name in the Goblet of Fire, to ensure that he would be forced to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. And now, Albus Dumbledore is trying to end the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, Gryffindor and Slytherin, and as Lady Potter, I declare this a duel of honour on behalf of the Potter family, so mote it be!"
The fire all around them turned blue, signifying that they were trapped, and that Magic had accepted the honour duel.
"How are you the Lady Potter?" asked Dumbledore curiously. "You two aren't married yet."
"Maybe not" said Harry quietly. "But I wanted her to take the mantle of Lady Potter, and the family magic accepted her. Your move, Albus."
"I'm sorry it had to come to this, my boy" said Dumbledore, sounding morose. "You killed Tom Riddle and his Death Eaters, without giving them a chance at redemption. Your death was supposed to redeem Tom, but you took the opportunity away from him, and now you're too dangerous to be left alive. Your death is essential for the greater good."
With that, the duel began. People all around scrambled to get out of the way as they saw spells flying everywhere, as Dumbledore advanced on the two teenagers. Harry grunted in pain as curses impacted him; he wasn't given time to heal. After all, the ritual did have its limitations and he was making sure Daphne was protected. The three of them exchanged fire for a few minutes, but unknown to Dumbledore, the power of the Elder Wand was weakening rapidly, the essence being transferred to Harry. Soon, Dumbledore was on the defensive as the other two upped their attack on him, pushing him back.
After a few minutes of rapid spell fire, Harry let a burst of lightning towards Dumbledore. Albus, who had seen from Harry and Voldemort's duel as to what would happen if he were to get caught, did his best to dodge it. Unfortunately, he wasn't facing one opponent, but two.
Just as Dumbledore dodged the lightning, a large tigress leapt into the air with claws extended. The tigress slashed her claws on Dumbledore's face and chest, making the older man scream in pain, as the wand he held in his hand flew high in the air, until Harry caught it with his right hand. The tigress stood on Dumbledore, looking at his blood soaked face and roared. The roar was so loud that it could be heard all the way in Hogsmeade.
The honour duel was complete. The large circle of blue flames disappeared, but no one moved. Albus Dumbledore was whimpering on the ground, his face covered in blood as a large tigress stood on his chest roaring loudly. Minerva McGonagall slowly came forward and looked at the tigress. She spotted deep blue eyes which could only belong to –
"Miss Greengrass?" she asked slowly.
The tigress looked at McGonagall and roared again; apparently, she was not happy to see McGonagall's face either. This was one of the problems with connecting to your inner animal; you tend to get absorbed into your animal form in case your emotions are so raw that they become primal. Once the merging process was done, the person's subconscious mind would start embracing the inner animal's personality as well. In this case, Daphne had let her emotions take control of her so much that she didn't want to change back. The boy she loved, her fiancé, the love of her life had been attacked and abused too much for her to handle, and Albus Dumbledore trying to kill him and her father was the last straw. She was crying for blood. She wanted vengeance for all that her fiancé had been through. She let out another primal roar of anger and agony.
Harry slowly approached the tigress. The tigress looked at him and roared in a threatening way and Harry wondered if Daphne had slipped so far into herself that she couldn't even recognise him.
"Daphne" said Harry slowly moving forward, limping. "It's me, Harry."
The tigress stopped roaring but looked at him with a strange expression. Harry inched forward, taking his as a positive sign and knelt before the tigress. Dumbledore was whimpering due to the pain, but he didn't care.
"Daphne, I'm alright now" said Harry softly. "Voldemort and his Death Eaters won't harm me anymore. The Dursleys won't harm me anymore. Dumbledore will be convicted by the Wizengamot and will receive punishment for his crimes. Your father will be okay; your mother and Madam Pomfrey will treat him. Please calm down, tigress. I love you Daphne and I know how much you love me too. Please, come back to me" pleaded Harry.
Tears leaked from the blue eyes of the tigress as she rubbed her face against Harry. He hugged the tigress, eliciting aws from many girls present. Many people, especially girls, had gained an immense respect and admiration for Daphne Greengrass. The way she fought for her beliefs and for her family; the way she defended her fiancé with everything she had and her undying love for him moved many people that day, not to mention her talent with a wand. She held her own while fighting Albus Dumbledore, who was considered by many as one of the strongest wizards alive. And shockingly, she was an animagus as well! An awesome and deadly tigress at that!
The tigress stepped off Dumbledore and transformed into Daphne. The stress of the day finally overpowered her and she fainted in Harry's arms. Just then Amelia came over after taking care of the scene at the graveyard.
"Sweet Merlin, what happened here?" she asked in surprise.
"Dumbledore attacked us" said Harry quietly. "He injured Sirius and Cyrus and they're in the hospital wing. Daphne declared an honour duel and we won. I formally file a complaint against Albus Dumbledore for the attempted murder of the Heads of the Houses of Potter, Black and Greengrass."
Amelia's fist tightened. She wished she could go to the hospital wing to check on her husband, but she had other things to do. She motioned for six Aurors to come forward, as she stood in front of Dumbledore.
"Are there any witnesses to this?" asked Amelia formally.
"Yes, Lady Black. I am willing to testify" said Professor Flitwick and the audience present roared in approval, signifying that they too would testify if necessary. Cornelius Fudge was pale and shaking badly. He just realised the ramifications of the actions and knew that he would be packing his bags to Azkaban soon.
"Albus Dumbledore, you are hereby under arrest under the authority of the Director of British Magical Law Enforcement for the attempted murder of Lords Potter, Black, Greengrass and Lady Daphne. You will be escorted to the Ministry and stand in judgment in front of the Wizengamot. Cuff him" said Amelia.
Dumbledore got up. He was filled with rage and the blood on his mutilated face and chest made it a gruelling sight. Daphne's claws had struck him directly on his face; he was blind in his right eye, it was difficult for him to speak and the pain from his injuries was unbearable, but he managed to, nevertheless.
"Ah, I thought we might hit this snag" said Dumbledore as he spat blood. "I believe you're under the delusion that I would, what is the phrase? Come quietly. I have no intention of coming quietly at all, Amelia. I could break out of Azkaban of course, but what a waste of time, really, and I could be doing a whole host of things instead."
Amelia discreetly looked at Harry who had a small smirk on his face. Just as Dumbledore turned on his heel to portkey out of the grounds while avoiding Amelia's stunner, to his immense shock, he was still there!
"That's my girl" said Harry, who was still kneeling on the ground, supporting an unconscious Daphne. "You see Dumbledore, while being just Lord Gryffindor or Lord Slytherin didn't give me much control over the castle, being Lord Gryffindor-Slytherin does. Daphne discreetly disabled the wards that would enable you to escape. You can't Apparate, you can't portkey, and you don't have a phoenix to help you anymore. What is your big plan now?" said Harry in a mocking voice.
Taking advantage of Dumbledore's shock, Amelia fired a stunner and binding charms on the man. The Aurors cuffed him with magic suppression shackles and took him away. Harry looked down at Daphne's beautiful face; she needed rest. He carried her bridal style and portkeyed to Potter Castle.
They had won.
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