The Trial of Dumbledore
The morning of Dumbledore’s trial Sirius and Andi arrived to collect Harry just as breakfast was finishing. Harry had been summoned to appear as a witness by both sides, the missive from Dumbledore a surprise but he was prepared for that. He’d asked his guardian and lawyer to drop into Gringotts before heading in for the trial so he could witness the final end of Riddle and get the paperwork he had the goblins working on. He was also interested to see how much it was going to cost him now all of the shards of Riddle’s soul had been acquired. In a rare gesture of helpfulness, which Harry suspected was linked to self preservation, Snape had offered to let them use his fireplace to floo directly into Gringotts once breakfast was finished.
Neville tried not to jump like he always did when he saw Harry’s lawyer walking into the room with Sirius Black.
Harry reached out a hand and briefly touched his friends arm. ‘You know she’s in Azkaban, Andi is nothing like her.’
‘I know but it’s hard, sometimes I, I remember things about, when it happened.’
He nodded. ‘I know and when I get back we will talk about it if you want.’
‘Thanks Harry.’
Andi and Sirius joined Harry at the Slytherin table. Looking around Sirius grinned.
‘So this is what I missed by talking the hat into going a different way for me.’ His eyes settled on the children opposite him. ‘I don’t remember ever seeing any of the other houses at the Slytherin table mind. And you look a lot like your parents Heir Longbottom.’
‘You knew them Lord Black?’
‘Frank was two years older than me and your mother was best friends with Lily so we all spent time together. Your dad was one of my training officers when I was an auror fresh out of the academy. Kept my sorry hide alive more than once.’
Neville sat a little straighter. ‘Perhaps you will visit The Abbey over Yule.’
Sirius nodded with a grin. ‘If your gran can handle it, I’d be honoured to call on you and tell lies with your dad.’ He turned to Harry. ‘You ready pup? You wanted to get to the bank first.’
‘Yes thank you, I have a project the goblins have been working on for me that will probably help with the trial.’ He rose to his feet and nodded to his head of house.
Sirius stood and shook his head. ‘My godson in the house of snakes, that I should live to see the day.’ He held an arm out for his cousin and they followed Harry and Snape from the Hall.
They stepped into the floo room of Gringotts and Harry used wordless and wandless magic to dispatch the remaining ash from his robes. He nodded to the goblin waiting and called for Kreacher.
Sirius jumped when the elf popped in beside him. Today he was wearing a more conservative three piece suit with a vibrant jewel toned purple waistcoat the only hint of colour with his black trousers, black shirt and black jacket. And the silver watch chain. Harry had asked him to give the elf Regulus’s watch and since then things had calmed between the wizard and the house elf. The watch proudly worn on a chain along with a number of formal suits made from the clothes in Regies room.
Kreacher bowed to Harry. ‘Is we dispatching the bad wizard?’
‘We are and I told you I’d have you there if I could.’ He turned to the goblin. ‘My account manager and the branch manager are expecting us.’
‘Indeed Lord Potter, follow me. We are going to the Ritual Room.’
Andi and Sirius exchanged looks and a raised eyebrow was the only acknowledgement between them as each pulled on their pure blood upbringing in the face of the unknown.
They were led though a door and deep into the bowels of the bank itself. Sirius suspected they were some of the few wizards not employed by the bank to ever make this journey. The Ritual Room was lit by hundreds of candles and in the center was a black carved bowl the size of a large cauldron.
Harry grinned as he nodded to the goblins. ‘May the blood of your enemies ever stain the soles of your shoes.’
‘May you always have gold in your pocket.’ Goldsword replied. ‘And you have brought the elf I see.’
Harry nodded. ‘He should see the results of his actions, most of this would not have been possible if not for him and his master Regulus.’
Sirius frowned. ‘Reg? My brother?’
Harry turned to his godfather. ‘Your brother defected from Voldemort and was the first to identify that the megalomaniacal fool had made horcruxes.’
Andi gasped. ‘More than one?’ Her usually impassive face blanched with a look of horror.
Harry nodded. ‘Including one he didn’t expect when he killed my parents. Which Dumbles is going to use as his justification for kidnapping me as a baby.’ He shook his head. ‘Anyway. Goldsword, if you would.’
Goldsword, branch manager and clan chief nodded and the contents of a black silk sack where tipped into the bowl. Harry reached for Kreacher’s hand and they watched as the goblins poured basilisk venom into the bowl and he cast a shield not knowing what the reaction would be.
There was a piercing scream and smoke bubbled out of the cauldron. Dressed in a white flowing robe a woman stepped into view and nodded to Harry who replied with a bow.
‘You don’t disappoint Lord Potter.’ Her soft Irish lilt filling the room.
‘Lady Magic, you honour us with your presence.’
She rested a hand on his shoulder. ‘You are going to cause so many problems.’
‘You are the one who arranged me to be here as your agent.’
‘Aye. Sad as I am that you had to, you have done well.’
‘Oh I’m not done yet.’
She smiled before vanishing.
Goldsword turned to Harry and shook his head. ‘That I should live to see the Lady come to my bank.’ He grinned. ‘They will sing songs of this beyond both our lifetimes you know.’
‘You’d have thought they would be sick of making new ones up.’ Harry replied.
‘Not since the last goblin wars have so many songs needed to be written. We do not regret that, it was time for a new chapter in our history. Come.’ He turned and began to lead them to his office. ‘I looked into the matter of Tom Riddle’s muggle inheritance and it by rights goes to you as he is now defeated.’
‘Good, you can use whatever it is to pay for all of it. Is there enough to cover it?’
‘There is.’ He reached for a folder and handed it to Harry. ‘These are the documents you asked for including the final death certificate of Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort. The copies have been sent to the Prophet as requested.’
Harry handed the file to Andi. ‘As my lawyer you need to go through this and see what you will need for the trial and when Dumbledore tries to tell the wizarding world I’m dangerous and need to be contained. He may even claim the horcrux I had removed in August has possessed me and that is of course, why I sorted into Slytherin. Never mind the ten years of abuse and being locked in a cupboard I had to deal with due to his meddling.’
Sirius growled. ‘He’s lucky I don’t want to go back to Azkaban.’
Harry just shrugged. ‘Whatever happens to him in life will be nothing compared to when he dies and Lady Magic gets hold of his soul.’
Andi checked the time. ‘We need to get to the Ministry.’
‘You are welcome to use my floo Lord Potter.’ Goldsword grinned. ‘For a fee.’
‘Send me the bill.’ Harry grinned as he crossed the room.
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Harry walked with the Black cousins as they headed for courtroom ten. He blocked out the whispers as they walked through the doors. The trial was closed to the public, only the Wizengamot and witnesses called to speak were present. Sirius took his seat and Andi threatened to stick him to the chair if he couldn’t be trusted by himself as she sat with Harry in the section set aside for them. Harry was a witness but Andi was also acting with the prosecution. She read the papers the goblins had provided as they waited. Putting the last document back into the folder she looked at Harry as the main doors were closed and the trial was called to order. Harry just nodded as Dumbledore was brought into the room in chains and secured in place.
Augusta Longbottom banged the gravel. ‘Do you have a lawyer or someone to speak on your behalf Mr Dumbledore.’
‘I will be represented by magic, the truth and myself.’
Harry snorted and whispered to Andi. ‘There is a muggle saying that the man who represents himself has a fool for a client.’
She shook her head and quietly agreed.
‘Alright, the Wizengamot has already witnessed the questioning that took place regarding the charge of negligence and endangering the children in your care when you were headmaster of Hogwarts. Along with the charge of kidnapping Harry Potter. Are there any further charges to be added at this time?’ She asked Amelia Bones and also looked to Andromeda Tonks.
Amelia Bones nodded. ‘The lawyers for Lord Potter wish to ensure the charges of child endangerment regarding Harry Potter are considered separately to those concerning his role as Headmaster and his endangerment of the children under his care at Hogwarts.’
‘Please explain Lawyer Tonks.’
‘Chief Warlock, the charges concerning the endangerment of Harry Potter were for actions outside of his role as Headmaster of Hogwarts. It is our position that his decision to monitor and interfere in the life of Harry Potter stem from his vigilante actions during the previous terrorist actions of Tom Riddle known as Voldemort. We request he be charged with line theft, kidnapping, theft from the Potter Heir Trust Vault and the Potter estate. Endangerment of a magical child by placing him in the home of his aunt against whom a restraining order was in place. Abuse of his position as Chief Warlock in illegally sealing the Potter wills and in neglecting his sworn duty to uphold the truth in allowing an innocent Sirius Black to be sent to Azkaban without trial. As the wizard who cast the secret keeper spell, he had an obligation upon the death of James and Lily Potter to inform the Wizengamot of the secret keeper being Peter Pettigrew. These claims relate to actions taken prior to Harry Potter attending Hogwarts and are therefore outside of his role as headmaster.’
Augusta Longbottom considered this and nodded. ‘Very well, these charges will be considered separate to the endangerment claims relating to his role as headmaster of Hogwarts.’
Albus sat up. ‘I object.’
‘Oh what grounds Mr Dumbledore?’
‘My actions were taken to protect Harry, it was only ever to protect him.’
‘That is not grounds for an objection. You would be advised to get a lawyer and I am again extending you the opportunity to do so.’
‘I do not need a lawyer I have right on my side.’
‘The greater good will not save you Mr Dumbledore. But very well, please let the record show that Dumbledore was offered the option to get a lawyer and declined.’
Chained to his chair Dumbledore nodded. ‘Thank you Chief Warlock.’
‘And how do you respond to the charges laid against you? Please be more specific than it being for the greater good as that is not an acceptable reason for breaking the laws that you are subject to.’
‘It was all to defeat Voldemort, which Harry is destined to do.’
‘Based on what?’ Augusta asked puzzled as to how that justified putting children in danger. ‘It is up to adults to do that, not a child.’
Harry leaned back and watched Dumbledore consider his answer. Would he announce the prophesy like it was his get out of jail card or come up with some other rhetoric to explain his negligence and determination to sit back on his laurels and let a child do what adults should have done.
Dumbledore considered his options and since much of his defense rested on it, he had little choice but to mention it. ‘I was given a prophesy.’
Andi rose to her feet. ‘Are you prepared to reveal the prophesy to the Wizengamot?’
‘I would rather not. It was given to me.’
‘Prophesies do not belong to the one they are given to and are subject to interpretation.’ Andi took the parchment Harry handed her. ‘You were giving Sybill Trelawney an interview for the role of Professor of Divination at the time where you not?’
‘I was.’
‘At the Hogs Head and not in your office in Hogwarts?’
‘Yes.’
‘Did you interview all your professors in the pub? Or was it just this one.’
‘Just her.’ He frowned, she knew far too much, this wasn’t helping.
‘Where Trelawney gave the following prophesy.’
‘I object.’ Dumbledore called out. ‘You can not reveal the prophesy.’
‘Actually I can.’
‘Carry on lawyer Tonks.’
‘The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him. Born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal but he will have power the Dork Lord, sorry, Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.’ She looked at Dumbledore over the top of the parchment page. ‘That is the prophesy you heard?’
Dumbledore was apoplectic with rage. ‘Yes and now his followers will be able to give it to him you foolish woman.’
‘But didn’t you arrange for one of his followers to over hear you?’
‘No.’
‘So you were in a fully warded room that no one could eavesdrop on you in.’
‘Well, no.’
‘You held an interview with the granddaughter of a known seer, in a pub, and didn’t ward the room?’
‘No.’
Harry Potter sat at the table and howled with laughter at the look of pure anger on Dumbledore’s face. He cast a silencing charm with a wave of his hand and felt tears rolling down his cheeks as he tried to calm himself enough to stop laughing.
‘Why are you laughing?’ Dumbledore shouted from his chained chair.
Harry shook his head and removed the silencing spell. ‘Are you a complete moron?’ He shook his head. ‘Who in their right mind would have a job interview for a role at Hogwarts anywhere but the castle in the first place. And in a pub? With no wards up? With a masked terrorist running about the place. Did you want to be overheard?’
‘I refuse to answer that question, you can’t ask me questions.’
‘No.’ Andromeda agreed. ‘But I can, and it’s a good one. Did you want to be overheard?’
Dumbledore tried to fight the compulsion to the truth woven into the fabric of the chair he was sitting on and spat his answer. ‘It was a risk I was prepared to take.’
‘Why?’
‘I was hoping Sybill would share her grandmother’s gift and provide insight into the war with Voldemort.’
‘Did she?’
‘Not how I’d have liked, she was, disappointing.’
‘She wasn’t the only one.’ Harry muttered.
‘What qualification do you hold in Divination that allows you to interpret the prophesy?’
‘None.’
‘Did you take Divination as a subject at school?’
‘No, unless one is a seer it’s a pointless subject.’
Amelia Bones rose to her feet. ‘Does your defense against the charges against you all rely on this prophesy?’
‘Mostly.’
‘And why did you want Harry Potter as a witness?’
Harry raised his hand. ‘Can I answer that?’
Amelia turned towards him. ‘You do not have to raise your hand in this room, Lord Potter.’
‘Can I answer the question?’
Dumbledore snorted. ‘Can you?’
‘I’ll even let you cast your truth spell on me, he did call me as a witness after all.’
‘We could just ask him, he’s the one on trial.’
‘Yes but I am getting a headache from his bullshit, his robes aren’t helping.’
Amelia looked to Dumbledore. ‘Objections?’
‘No, as long as I get to ask him questions too.’
Harry smiled. ‘He thinks I’m a horcrux. And he was trying to groom me to die.’
The room exploded. Around him Sirius heard some witches and wizards asking what a horcrux was and he saw realization dawn on the faces of wizards he’d long suspected where followers of the dork lord as Harry liked to call him.
‘Are you a horcrux?’ Amelia asked him.
Harry shook his head. ‘No. You can scan me if you like.’ He debated telling them he had been but that would only prove Dumbledore right so he decided not to elaborate.
‘You consent to me scanning you?’
‘Yes.’ He watched as her wand was raised and relied on Lady Magic to only show that he was not a horcrux, not that he previously was.
The spell cast revealed the results to everyone in courtroom ten. There was no horcrux. And Dumbledore’s face fell.
‘Do you know what a horcrux is?’
Harry nodded. ‘It’s where a wizard or witch commits an act that severs their soul. With the right ritual it will put the shard in a container to give the appearance of immortality.’
‘How do you even know this?’ A wizard Harry didn’t recognise called out.
‘I read books and I learn things. It isn’t just a Ravenclaw trait you know. I needed to know why someone would think Riddle wasn’t actually dead when clearly my mother did something that caused the killing curse to rebound back onto him. A horcrux was the only thing I could find so he.’ Pointing at Dumbledore. ‘Must have thought, or had knowledge that he neglected to share with, you know, anyone who could do something about it, that Tom Riddle made at least one horcrux. Why else would he be so insistent that the terrorist Voldemort was still alive. And that a baby was going to be the only one who could stop him.’
Amelia turned back to the crestfallen Dumbledore. ‘What evidence do you have that Riddle and or Voldemort isn’t dead.’
‘I have the prophesy.’
‘This one?’ Harry pulled a darkened orb from his pocket and placed it on the desk along with its label. ‘We picked it up on the way here. Pretty sure the weird little chap that helped us said this means it’s not an active prophesy.’ Harry tilted his head and gave Dumbledore a little smile.
Augusta banged the gravel. ‘Is there anything else you wish to bring into evidence to support your claims Mr Dumbledore.’
He shook his head.
‘You need to speak for the court records.’
‘I, no, I do not.’
‘And does anyone else have anything they wish to add to the proceedings?’
Harry stood up. ‘I have.’
‘Go ahead Lord Potter.’
He turned to the chained old man sitting dejectedly in his seat. ‘You ruined my childhood you meddling, old hypocrite. You made decisions that affected me and all the other children under your care as headmaster for a prophesy that allowed you to sit back in a war and do nothing to stop it. You are just as much of a dark lord as Tom Riddle ever was.’ He paused to let his words sink in before he continued speaking. ‘And I ask Magic to judge you for that. You said you stood here with Magic, the truth and yourself as your defense. So let Magic judge you.’
‘I am not a dark lord.’
‘You can’t put children in danger and call yourself anything else.’ Harry snapped back. ‘I call for Magic to judge Albus Dumbledore. Let her decide if you are worthy or are worth nothing.’ He felt the warmth of Magic building around him.
With a tiny shrug, almost too small to be seen Augusta banged the gravel. ‘Is it the ruling of the Wizengamot to let Magic judge Albus Dumbledore? Raise your wands with a blue light if you agree with the judgement Lord Potter has requested.’
The room was lit with blue.
With a bang of her gavel Augusta looked at Dumbledore. ‘Do you accept the decision to ask Magic to judge you? You have the right to refuse and the Wizengamot will decide on judgement.’
With all the confidence he was right to back him up Dumbledore nodded. ‘I accept. Let Magic judge me and you will all see I am not a Dark Lord. That I only ever acted for the greater good.’
Augusta called for the chains to be removed and Dumbledore was placed in a ritual circle which once activated would not permit him to step out. Harry took his wand out of his pocket and placed it on the table before stepping up to the point of the circle for the accuser.
Augusta called out. ‘Who will be Dumbledore’s witness?’
Diggle and Doge rose to their feet. They stood at the appointed places and wondered if this might have gone differently if they had provided their old friend with a lawyer. Each secretly suspecting it would have made no difference with Albus as a client.
Harry looked Dumbledore in the eye. ‘As your accuser I call Lady Magic to judge you for your actions. I accuse you of being a dark lord who is just as likely to be the dark lord of the prophesy in question as Tom Riddle ever was.’ He held eye contact as Dumbledore cried out.
Lady Magic did not let herself be seen as she moved around her champion and took the time to examine the soul in the circle. It was ragged and marked with scars that spoke to the death of his sister and his part in the rise of Grindlewald and the rise of Tom Riddle. That he thought he was acting for the good of Magic did not mean his actions were as pure as he believed. She let the colour of the soul show for all in the room. The sickly green of envy was veined with the black ambition of damnation. As the vision of his soul faded so too did his magic for she judged him not worthy of her gift. She faded along with his magic and he fell to his knees.
There was stunned silence in the courtroom. No wizard in living memory could have told you when the last time Magic was called to judge someone for their crimes. It was only possible because Dumbledore himself had said he stood with magic as part of his defense. He was released from the ritual circle and Amelia scanned him for any magic and shook her head.
Augusta banged the gravel. ‘The results of your scan please Madam Bones.’
‘Albus Dumbledore has been stripped of his magical core.’
‘I see. Does anyone know what happens next? As magic has judged him the Wizengamot has no further judgement to make but there was a claim of theft made on behalf of Lord Potter.’
Harry looked up to where his friend’s gran was sitting. ‘I am happy to leave that as a matter for the goblins. But if I may make a suggestion?’
‘The Wizengamot is listening Lord Potter.’
‘I see he has two wands, I claim them by right of conquest.’
Amelia approached Augusta and they had a short conversation.
Walking back Amelia Bones picked both wands up from the desk and handed them to Harry Potter. ‘By right of conquest the Wizengamot recognises your claim to the wands of Albus Dumbledore.’
Harry tucked the wands away along with his own. ‘Thank you, Madam Bones.’
Dumbledore rose unsteadily to his feet. ‘Do you realise what you have done?’
Andromeda looked at him with icy eyes. ‘You said you stood on Magic as your defense for the charges against you. Do not try and palm the blame onto anyone else if Magic judged you and found you wanting.’
‘But now Voldemort will have free reign to come back.’
Andromeda took the file from the goblins and withdrew a parchment with a black boarder. ‘I hold in my hands the death certificate for Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known by magic as Voldemort. It was issued by the Goblins and you will find a copy was also magically filed in the department of records. There is no coming back from that.’
‘But, there was a prophesy. Harry Potter had to die to destroy Voldemort.’
‘Says you.’ Harry snorted. ‘Andi, can I get a restraining order against him so he doesn’t try and kill me to make his version of the prophesy come true.’
She nodded. ‘We’ll talk to someone in the DMLE.’
‘That wont be necessary. It is the finding of the Wizengamot that Albus Dumbledore is a risk to Lord Potter and as such is not to be within two hundred feet of Lord Potter. I will expect both parties to sign a restraining order before the end of the day.’ Augusta banged her gravel. She was getting the hang of the little wooden hammer.
Andromeda pulled a parchment out from the pile the goblins had provided. ‘I have one that can be signed right now.’
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Snape looked at the scar on his forearm and ran a finger across the slightly raised skin. The dark mark was gone and he was finally free of bowing to two masters. He knew he probably had the Potter brat to thank but he was at peace with his past. Even if Dumbledore walked back into the school and his role as headmaster it wouldn’t matter. Debts were officially paid and he was free to make decisions for himself. Which meant he could now decide if he wanted to keep teaching or not. That was something to think about after he saw what changes the planned audits would bring. Checking the time he headed for the Great Hall, it was dinner, and he was sure the brat would be back by now which meant an evening edition of the Daily Prophet about Dumbledore’s fate. Based on how the previous questioning went it was unlikely Dumbledore would be twinkling his eyes at anyone and walking free. He strode though the halls and chivvied his snakes along.
Harry sat at the table and watched the room fill with students and wondered what the reaction would be to Dumbledore losing his magic. He was beyond caring what happened to the man, his own hubris was his downfall. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt for more wizards and witches to realise that was a possible consequence. Things hadn’t exactly worked out how Riddle or Dumbledore thought they would. There were still major flaws in the wizarding world that needed to be addressed but by rights, he was a kid. It was up to the adults to sort their shit out and fix the holes in their society. They may not enjoy his solutions if they continue leaving it up to him, but if the adults were happy to sit back and leave it to children, they only had themselves to blame if they didn’t like the outcome.
Hermione and Neville were sitting at their own tables for the evening meal. Harry had caught them and the twins up on what happened to Dumbledore and asked them to sit with their house mates. There was going to be a great deal of uncertainty and unease as word spread, not to mention fear. It was uncommon for magic to be stripped by Magic herself, binding magic was reversible, this was not. He watched as owls began dropping the emergency edition of the Prophet around the room with its shocking headline.
McGonagall looked up from the paper with the hint of tears in her eyes. She and Flitwick had been briefed on the outcome by Sirius and Andromeda when they brought Harry back. But to see it spelled out in giant letters across the front page was not something she could prepare for. She rose to her feet and strode with purpose she didn’t truthfully feel but had to square her shoulders and be present for the school.
‘As you will soon learn if you have not already read the paper appearing around the room, former headmaster Dumbledore has been judged for crimes against you all, this school and Lord Potter.’ She closed her eyes a moment and looked out to see her own uncertainty echoed back to her. ‘It is uncommon but not without precedent that one accused of crimes of this magnitude can call upon Magic to pass judgement. For reasons only known to himself Dumbledore clearly believed he would be found justified in his actions and was not. Belief in the righteousness of ones actions does not excuse illegal behaviour.’ She looked down at the paper she hadn’t realised she was clutching. ‘None of us is above the law and I would council you all to remember that. I would ask that all heads of houses make themselves available in their common rooms to answer questions after the evening meal.’ She returned to her seat.
The Prophet contained a transcript of the trial and sentencing of Dumbledore and flew out the door in record numbers. A trial that relied on a prophesy given to Dumbledore of one being born who would defeat a Dark Lord as his justification for endangering their magical children. The entire British wizarding world was in shock. Not, however, all for the same reason. The paper also included the printing of the magical death certificate for Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort. Leaving his supporters in just as much shock as those of Dumbledore.
The transcript repeating the accusation levelled by Lord Harry Potter that the prophesy could just as easily have referred to Dumbledore as the Dark Lord shocked everyone. Denials were shouted up and down the country but the response as judged by Magic herself was beyond doubt. Dumbledore, once considered one of the greatest wizards since perhaps Merlin, had been judged by Magic and found wanting. Leaving him with only memories of his once exulted position in their world.
Alone in his room Harry sat with his feet up on his desk and wondered what his next move should be. He wondered if this was what soldiers felt like coming home after the end of the first and second world wars. His entire life for the last seven years had been focused on survival and defeating Riddlemort. And now he was what, expected to slip back into a normal life like none of it had happened. Even ignoring the technicality that a huge chunk of it wasn’t going to happen now that he’d changed things.
How did he live a normal life when he’d never lived one before and didn’t know where to begin. But begin he must. Thinking back on the questions he’d once asked himself he had let some of them go and decided it was better that way. What would it serve him to know if Dumbles had acted with deliberate intent or just misguided belief in himself and a prophesy. It was done. And it wasn’t even halfway though his first year. He reached for his notebook and a pen and decided he needed a new to do list.
Help Luna and be her friend. Finish school with good exam results. Be happy.
He decided the last one was the most important thing on his to do list and with a smile decided trolling the rest of his house mates was a huge part of that.