Harrison Morningstar: A Harry Potter Fan Fiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: When Harry confronted the Ministry in his farce of a trial, he didn't bite his tongue or let Dumbledore make things worse. Instead, the so-called Saviour showed the Minister and his flunkies exactly what he thinks of them.
Author's Note: So…nothing to say with this one, especially since I know what's coming, so let's just get straight to it.
Don't like it, don't read it.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to everyone who enjoys my stories: my recommended reads are You're my Density by robst, The Renegade by Greed720, Triton by the elementa1ist, Paid In Blood by zaterra02, Enough by White Angel of Auralon, Master Demense by Different Dimension Demon, Basilisk-born by Ebenbild, Harry Potter and the Daft Morons by Sinyk, Earl of the North by Lord Silvere, Flames of Betrayal by marietsy2 and Birth of a Nightmare Man and The Nightmare Man by Tiro
Key Pairing: Harry/Mara (OFC)
Other Pairings: To be determined
Prologue: The Dam Bursts
As soon as Harry realised he would be alone against the raging tide that was the biased, corrupt, blind, feckless Minister and his cronies, it was like a switch had been flipped on inside the mind of the fifteen-year-old wizard.
It was bad enough that the time had been changed and the only one who seemed willing to say anything about it was Kingsley at the last minute, but to make things worse, Harry was meant to face the jackals alone, without so much as a friend on his side. Then there was the worst thing, the most-disgusting part of the whole ordeal; the one thing that made Harry's emotions shake up and froth like a bottle of fizzy drink being shook up at the heart of an earthquake, threatening to explode all over the place with uncontrollable consequences ahead.
The fact that this trial, changed in time as it was, was all for a crime he never even committed in the first place.
If it had just been the case of the third thing, Harry might have been able to endure what he faced.
However, the fact of the matter that the world he saved time and time again was so pathetic they had to try and trap him, without so much as a hint of aid or warning to be formal or official was too much to bear.
So, as Harry walked into the courtroom, none of the spectators had any idea just how much trouble they were in.
For the fizz had exploded, the bottle had shattered and now…only the unknown remained…
The loud bang of Fudge's gavel resonated through the chamber like a gunshot, bringing the room to silence before the pompous prince of pricks declared, "This disciplinary hearing…"
"Objection!" exclaimed Harry, even before Fudge had finished making the official declaration.
As soon as he said it, Harry saw several men and women looking at him in disdain while others whispered among themselves as, from where he sat like the king of his own world he thought he was, Fudge blanched before he asked, "On what grounds?"
"On the ground beneath my feet," drawled Harry, earning a few gasps and curious whispers from the Wizengamot members before, as though realising the meaning of the words, Harry feigned surprise as he asked, "Oh, you mean why do I object, Fudge? Well that's an easy one too: I object because I'm not only innocent of all charges you've cooked up to smooth your ego, but also because I think you're a lot of things, but a fair and impartial judge you are not!"
"I beg your pardon?" asked Fudge, his eyes as wide as saucers as Harry stood up from his seat.
"What's wrong, Minister? Can't you hear me over the crashing sounds of Malfoy and his ilk pouring gold into your pockets?" asked Harry, looking around the room before, spotting the other named man he'd said, he smirked as he added, "Oh, hi there, Lucius: tell me, what flavour balm does Tom put on his ass? I'd certainly never consider kissing it; he's got to be over seventy…unless there's something you're not telling us, which would explain Draco."
"ORDER!" Thundered Fudge, earning a sigh from Harry as he licked his lips before he hummed.
"I'll have the Pepperoni pizza, twelve inches, hold the sauce," drawled Harry, earning a few titters from those who got the reference before, feigning surprise again, he added, "Oh, you mean be quiet, do you, Fudge? Sorry, can't do that: you see, I've got to say this; you know? Speak now or else forever hold my peace…hold on…"
Here, Harry frowned before he shook his head as he added, "Sorry, that's for weddings…but, the point still stands: you've got ears, I've got a voice and, after four years biting my tongue so hard, it might as well be a snake's tongue, it's time I get heard!"
"I said order!" snarled Fudge, banging his gavel so hard that he actually broke it, sending the pieces flying across the room as he snapped, "You will sit down, Potter, and hold your tongue…no, wait!"
Too late, Fudge realised what he'd just said, even as Harry stuck his tongue out and held it, though as he did so, he looked up at Fudge before he asked in a garbled voice, "What…you mean, like this, Minister? Sorry about all the spit…has anyone got a napkin?"
"I AM TALKING!"
Slipping his tongue back into his mouth, Harry smiled icily as he added in an equally-loud voice, "AND I'M NOT LISTENING!"
Now, the horror, disbelief, outrage and, in the case of Fudge, humiliation was on a whole new high, but Harry didn't seem to be done; instead, as he looked to the Minister, he chuckled before he added, "There…now we're even; as I said, I know what you are, Cornelius and, quite simply-put, you are a fool, a liar, a hypocrite, a mongrel and, most of all, you are a pathetic insect who only got where he is because Malfoy's got gold to burn, isn't that right, Lucy?"
At that moment, the door to the courtroom flew open, though as Harry looked in the direction of the door, he scoffed when another loud voice insisted, "Witness for the defence…"
"And here's our other favourite old fool with money to burn and likes to think the sun sets when he sits down…what took you so long, Albie?" asked Harry, looking to a white-faced Dumbledore as the emerald-eyed scion waved mockingly before he asked, "So…this is what it takes to get you off that high horse and do the right thing, is it, Dumbo-door? From the sounds of it, you've been having too much fun as it is; pandering to Fudge's ego and fear…you know, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you wanted the man's job."
"I knew it!" roared Fudge, unaware of the devilish smile that crossed Harry's face as he snapped at Dumbledore, "I knew you were out to dethrone me, Dumbledore! Aurors? Aurors: get this man out of my sight before I arrest him for high treason!"
"Objection," remarked Harry, spinning back around as he chuckled before he added, "Treason can only be committed against royalty and you, Minister, are merely an acting voice of the Crown…not that Magical Britain has a crown anymore; I wonder what happened to them?"
"ENOUGH!" Thundered Fudge, slamming his fist down on the gavel, his mouth almost frothing with rage as he glared daggers at Harry before he insisted, "You will be silent, Potter or I will hold you in contempt of court, and have you arrested regardless of whatever lies you've come up with to defend yourself!"
"Aw…" groaned Harry, turning to Fudge once more before he gave a look that would have put the weakest, most-innocent puppy to shame as he remarked, "But please sir, I was under the Imperius Curse…that's the way to do it, isn't it? I don't know; we should ask a professional. I know, let's ask Lucius over there; what do you say, blondie?"
Before Harry could get an answer, Fudge's last nerve broke; grabbing the remains of his hammer, he threw it at Harry, but, to the shock of the rest of the Wizengamot, Harry caught the hammer as easily as if he was catching a tennis ball.
As if that wasn't enough, he actually tossed it from one hand to the other before, sighing deeply, he looked up at Fudge with a less-mocking air.
"That was the last straw," drawled Harry, idly juggling the head of the hammer from one hand to the other while he spoke again, "Let's get this straight, shall we, Toffee? You know, I know and everyone here, even the disgusting thing in the pink top over there, they all know that this trial is only a smokescreen to conceal what you know to be true, but because Malfoy and his ilk line your pockets, as I'm sure does McNair, Crabbe, Goyle, Avery, Snape and everyone else I could name. But I digress; because of them, you put your head in the sand, like a filthy ostrich in need of a serious plucking…and, unfortunately, it seems I've run out of tweezers."
Fudge was visibly trembling while Harry sighed before he looked around, lifting his voice as he declared, "And then, as if trying to really piss me off more than this pathetic council has done already for the past fifteen years, someone decides to send Dementors after me to finish the job. Why would they do that, I wonder? Are they hoping to score a night of pleasure with Voldemort?"
"HE'S NOT BACK!"
"Two words," drawled Harry, looking again to Fudge as he added, "Broken and Record, but go ahead, Pastor Nougat; preach to the crowd and praise God-Merlin, Hallelujah and Amen! So what next? Do we sing a magical variation of a well-known hymn, Father? I recommend Kumbaya…or maybe Jerusalem; I always liked that one."
"He's gone mad!" gasped an old man in the crowd, but Harry just sniggered
Ignoring the remark, apparently choosing to enjoy the fun he was having, Harry took a step back before he spread his arms as he added, "Maybe I have, maybe I haven't; that's for me to know and you to wonder, so let's get on with this, shall we? Hell, send me to Azkaban…if you can, but just know this, Cocoa Bean; when the truth finally comes out, you're on your own and, if I ever see any of you ever again, it'll be too soon!"
Once again, Fudge slammed his hand down on the gavel, though not before Harry smiled wolfishly as he added, "I rest my case."
Once again, Fudge hit the gavel, earning a sigh from Harry as he tossed the hammer back at the Minister, "Here: you can have this back. I'd hate for you to break your counting Galleons hand, Caramel…"
"Guards, take him away!" snapped Fudge, spitting froth everywhere as he snarled, "For misuse of magic, assault on the Wizengamot, intent for high treason and contempt of court…"
"And don't forget breathing," drawled Harry, letting out an overdramatic breath before he remarked, "Mustn't forget breathing…you sure I can't plead to being under the Imperius?"
"GET HIM OUT OF HERE BEFORE I THROW HIM THROUGH THE VEIL!"
This time, Harry left in silence, but as he did so, he was fully-aware of the lesser half of the Wizengamot staring at Fudge in abject disbelief, all of them thinking the same thing, even if they didn't know it at the time.
'What have you done?'
As for Harry, he thought along a similar line, but his was more-fun…
Well, for him!
'You have no idea what you've done, Dairy Milk…but soon, you will! And then, when that day comes, I pray you come crawling on your knees, begging me for a second chance…so I can piss all over you and tell you straight…"
Sniggering at the thought that crossed his mind, Harry lifted his voice one last time even as he left the courtroom, accompanied by the Aurors;
"GO FUCK YOURSELVES!"
So, a weird, dramatic and intense chapter and it looks like Harry's finally won the battle of wits with those who had none to spare to begin with, but as Azkaban beckons, what will this mean for our hero?
Also, was his 'craziness' just an act or could the stress and the strain of being a pariah one minute and a prince among men the next have finally broken Harry James Potter and, if so, who or what is left of him?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Harry James Potter, welcome to Azkaban: we hope you don't enjoy your stay;
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