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And with that, Mulciber undid every single bit of work that Dumbledore had done. Harry had no doubt that every single person in the room would have voted Guilty if they had been asked right this moment. He had no idea how anyone could salvage this situation.
But Dumbledore's stride was purposeful as he headed over to the witness stand to ask his own question.
"Are there any details you have on this potion that you are aware of?" he asked, and silence reigned. No one, not even Harry had expected this question.
Dawlish frowned, before answering, "I'd say it was fairly complex, considering it probably took months to brew in there."
Dumbledore did not hesitate, "Would you say that it could be brewed by a twelve-year-old alone?"
"Er…no," Dawlish replied, floundering a bit, "Pretty sure it couldn't. Our potions master said so himself."
Dumbledore turned to look up at the people watching uncertainly, as he spoke, "Esteemed members of the Wizengamot, this is proof that someone else was involved who more knowledgeable in potions. The one who manipulated Miss Turpin into using her apparent Parseltongue ability to record this message. The one who cast the enchantments from her wand. The one who guided her through making such a powerful potion. And that is the real culprit here."
Mulciber, who had probably realized that Dumbledore was starting to sway people, suddenly spoke up, "The Prosecution would like to call witness Harry Potter to the stand!"
The Judge agreed, and Harry, hoping that his acting was up to par, made his over to the witness stand, where Mulciber asked, "Mr. Potter? That night, was there anyone else you saw in there?"
Harry knew that now was the time to shine his skills, "Yes. I did."
Mulciber looked like lightning had struck him where he stood, "What?! Your official statement very clearly states that you saw no one else in there."
Making sure his voice was shaking a bit, he looked down, and said, "I did. I saw a man there, but before I could even see anything about him, he disappeared. I knew that people couldn't apparate inside Hogwarts, so I was afraid that if I told people they'd think I was a liar."
"That is a lie!" The elderly Lord snapped at him before he whirled around to look at the judge, "Your Honour, the witness is being uncooperative and is muddling facts. I demand a vote for Veritaserum!"
"I'm not lyin-" Harry started to refute, but was interrupted by Mulciber.
"Do stay quiet unless you are spoken to Mr. Potter," he snapped, "Maybe if you hadn't spent so much time moping over your friend's body in the chamber, then perhaps countless others would have been saved."
Harry's vision flashed red, and he would have probably done something really bad if the loud babblings of the Wizengamot members around him disapproving of Mulciber's words hadn't driven into him that he was being watched.
Instead, he settled for gritting his teeth and glaring at the man.
"That was out of line Lord Mulciber!" the Judge firmly chastised, "Mr. Potter not only had reasonable cause for what he did, but he also felt it right to confess in the middle of the trial. Your motion is denied! Any further mistreatment of witnesses will result in you being removed from your role as Prosecutor."
Mulciber glared at Harry, before turning to the judge and gritting out, "No more questions."
Dumbledore called from where he was standing, "No more questions from Defence as well." Harry could tell that he had a small smile on his face.
And so Harry went back, a small victory under his belt.
"The Prosecution would now like to call the accused to the stand." Mulciber finally said when Harry was back in his own seat.
"Objection!" was Dumbledore's immediate response, "Miss Turpin is nowhere near good mental health and the time she was forced to spend in detention here in the Ministry further exacerbated her condition. Letting her take the stand is by no means fair."
Mulciber's voice was snide and condescending as he refuted Dumbledore, "She is conscious and can answer questions. I don't think we need anything more than that."
The judge considered them both for a second before, much to Harry's dismay, he said, "I will allow it."
And with that, the preparations for bringing the accused girl began. A small portion of the floor in the center of the room vanished, and a foreboding looking chair with chains hanging off of the limbs rose up. An Auror escorted Lisa into the room, and Harry watched concerned as he took in her pasty skin, her sunken cheeks and her stumbling walk.
He worriedly cast his Healing skill at her, wondering if he could help with whatever was wrong with her.
Ping!
You are attempting to heal somebody with several ailments! Please chose one to heal:
Insomnia
Vitamin K deficiency
Fractured Mind
Magical Trauma
Harry frowned as he selected Fractured Mind.
WARNING: Status effect is MENTAL in nature and is very deep rooted. Removal has 80% risk of rendering the subject psychotic, 10% chance of rendering subject brain dead and 10% chance of permanent neural damage. Chances of recovery, 0%.
Proceed?
YES/NO
Harry almost cursed, before he pressed NO and selected the Magical Trauma.
WARNING: Patient has fractured dream-like memories about times in which she used the magic to do terrible things. These memories are causing her to consciously be repulsed by her own magic. Thus, the magic turns inward, harming her. Any heal would only be temporary unless she learns to trust her magic again.
Proceed for 6 month heal?
YES/NO
This one Harry pressed yes on. Six months was a long enough period of time, and not having her own magic harming her was always a good thing. He also pressed heal on her Insomnia and Vitamin K deficiency and gladly watched as some of her color returned to her face as she took her seat on the chair. She still looked completely unresponsive and in shock, but at least her body was healing.
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