Harry snaps during the trial in Order of the Phoenix

(This is taken from an actual fic I write on AO3 and FF, this take is just going to be more sex oriented [obviously])

WIZENGAMOT CHAMBERS

Harry Potter, aka Boy-Who-Lived, was not having a good day… scratch that, the entire fucking passed year had been absolute SHIT.

First the attack on the Quidditch World Cup led by **** Eaters.

Getting taught by a **** Eater in disguise for most of the school year.

Getting put into Triwizard Tournament, which was banned for the mortality rate.

Ron, and others, abandoning him because they thought he was a cheat or trying to take the spotlight.

Surviving the tournament tasks through luck and help from Barty Crouch Jr.

Then the fucking graveyard: Cedric killed, Voldemort being resurrected through Harry’s unwilling participation, the **** Eaters coming, then fucking dueling the Dark Lord himself and barely being able to escape.

Going back to Hogwarts to find out that everyone was going to deny his claims and everything else.

Then going back to the Dursleys.

Fighting two Dementors that had ambushed him.

Being told that he’s expelled from Hogwarts.

Finding out that he’d been slandered in the paper for months.

And now he was on trial for fighting the two dementors in front of his cousin Dudley.

The only satisfying things were he got to see his parents in the graveyard and then got to see Sirius again at Grimmauld Place.

Two highlights for the shit show that his school time had been so far.

And now he was listening to these people go on and on about shit and not getting anywhere, talking like he didn’t even exist or have a thought in his head besides what was told to him.

Well, this was just the final straw, the last hit to make Harry finally fucking have enough. His head was killing him, he was moody, irritable, angry, hormonal, and nearly ready to explode every moment on top of having a powerful mass murderinng psychopath after him.

This shit just finally ignited his very short fuse.

“ENOUGH!” Harry finally shouted, quieting the room as he stood and glared at them all. “Enough. Stop talking about me as if I’m some naïve child and that I’m not even the room!” He roared shocking everyone as they looked at him stunned.

“HOW DARE YOU!” A woman shrieked from the stands as she glared at Harry while wearing her official robes. “You will not talk to us that way, you-” She started before Harry glared at her and the room began to get colder while his eyes burned brighter.

“Shut up, you fucking toad!” Harry stated, not knowing who the fuck she is but she certainly looked the part of a toad.

He didn’t notice that some people were trying to suppress their laughter at that comment, even if many still had shock on their faces.

“You want proof, is that it Fudge? YOU WANT PROOF?!?!” Harry roared, not noticing or caring that his glasses had cracked and broken off his face, his eyes were glowing brightly enough that it looked like the killing curse would launch out of them at any moment, or that the room was getting colder as his magic was seeping out of him in waves.

He also didn’t notice that his scar was bleeding and glowing a blazing red, blue, silver, white, and gold mixed with black almost like two or three magics were fighting within it and that fight was trying to spill out into the open. If anyone was truly examining it, they’d see a green glow slowly growing within the mixing.

“I… that is… uh… yes. YES! Where is the proof?!?” Fudge managed to recover just enough to say, but instantly quieted at the look Harry gave him.

“Fine.” Harry growled as he turned and grabbed Dumbledore’s wand, his having been confiscated until after the trial. He raised it high in the air and glared at them all, ignoring the couple of aurors that aimed their wands at him, as they watched in shock as the wand glowed brightly, “I, Hadrian Arcturus Potter, heir to and soon-to-be lord of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, Peverell, and Black, do hereby swear on my life, magic, and my very soul that I used the Patronus Charm in front of my cousin Dudley, who is the muggle I am accused of using magic in front of in spite of the fact I live with him and thus he knows about magic already, to protect him and I from two dementors. I swear that I saw Voldemort return in the graveyard at the end of the Triwizard Tournament; I swear that I was made to compete and placed into the tournament by an Agent of Voldemort’s to ensure I’d win so I’d use the portkey on the cup; I swear that I fought Voldemort in the graveyard that the cup took me and Cedric Diggory to; I swear that I saw him kill Cedric Diggory and was helpless to do anything about it; and I swear that Peter Pettigrew was there and helped do it! So I have sworn it, so may it be!” Harry exclaimed causing a flash of magic making many look on in shock and Fudge pale in fear as Harry was still standing, meaning the vows were real and true.

Magical vows like that only worked if they were true, not if the person giving the vow believed them to be true. Meaning, everything the boy just swore to was the genuine truth, it was why they were so useful, but they were also deadly. If even one bit of the vow wasn’t true, it meant that the speaker would die, but if they didn’t… well… you had the undeniable truth.

Voldemort had returned, the boy hadn’t been lying and neither was Dumbledore.

Though a few wondered how he was the soon to be lord of some houses.

“You know what? Fuck it! Let’s keep going, shall we! Let’s just unload all the shit I’ve been keeping bottled up for the last FIVE FUCKING YEARS” Harry stated angrily as his eyes glowed brighter and his hair began standing on end as he kept the wand raised and the glow from it increased while his scar was slowly losing the black glow as said glow was being consumed by the red, blue, gold, white, silver, and green while said colors were fusing/mixing together though the green was slowly becoming the most prominent. “I, Hadrian Arcturus Potter, heir to and soon-to-be lord of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, Peverell, and Black, do hereby swear on my life, magic, and my soul that I saw Peter Pettigrew alive and well in my third year at Hogwarts and heard him confess that he betrayed my parents to Voldemort and caused the explosion that killed those 13 muggles and that he framed Sirius Black for it; I swear that he had been living as a rat, as that is his unregistered Animagus form, for over a decade to hide and bide his time to act in some manner; I swear that my Godfather, Sirius Orion Black, was never given a trial for his accused crimes and was thrown in Azkaban without due process or verification that he was a **** Eater; I swear that in my first year, I fought Voldemort while he was possessing Professor Quirrell and stopped him from stealing the Sorcerer’s Stone; I swear that I fought him and stopped him from unleashing a 70 foot Basilisk in my second year while destroying a dark artifact of his and killing said Basilisk with a sword while being poisoned by said Basilisk.” Harry listed making them all gape at him in shock and horror.

However, Harry wasn’t done and the more he talked/swore, the more the black glow was consumed by the others in his scar.

“I swear that Voldemort’s real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, the bastard son of a muggle and a squib from the Gaunt Family; I swear that he is a half-blood and not a pureblood; I swear that he was the one to tell me this; I swear that he opened the Chamber of Secrets in the 1940s, caused the **** of Myrtle Warren, and that he framed Rubeus Hagrid for it; I swear that Lord Malfoy is the one who gave the dark artifact to a student hoping for the attacks to happen; I swear he was a **** Eater of his own free will and came to the Graveyard when Voldemort called for his followers after his resurrection; I swear that Lord Crabbe, Lord Goyle, Lord Nott, and a man named Macnair answered Voldemort’s call too and were still swearing their loyalty and devotion to him! I swear that Voldemort addressed them by name and tore off their **** Eater masks to show their identities. So I have sworn it, so may it be!” Harry stated as he was still very angry and ignored the flash of magic, which occurred the same time his scar flashed and the black glow was gone and the others began to settle and mix back into his scar, as he tossed the wand back to Dumbledore, who was too stunned to catch it and everyone was too stunned to see that it was still glowing.

Harry took some deep breaths to calm himself, but he hadn’t reined in his magic that much and everyone seemed too stunned to even speak at this moment.

“I trust, Minister Fudge, that I am cleared of all charges?” Harry asked after a long silence of him trying to calm back down, though admittedly he felt better than he had in years or ever in fact, causing Fudged to fumble over his words trying to comprehend things. “I mean, the fact that I performed magic in front of a muggle relative who is aware of magic should have negated most of the charges. The fact that the underage law doesn’t apply to me also should have taken care of the rest of the charges against me even if I hadn’t used magic in self defense.” Harry stated making people look at him again.

“W-what do you mean, Mr. Potter?” A woman in the audience asked, still in shock.

“Simple, Madam, when I was forcefully entered into the Triwizard Tournament, I was told by Barty Crouch Senior that I was entered into a magically binding contract. However, because my legal guardians were never consulted over it, I shouldn’t have been able to enter into the contract since I was underage. However, I was then informed the contract was formed with or without consent and both the Goblet of Fire and Ministry would enforce the contract, thus meaning in the eyes of the Ministry, I am of age since they decreed that only those of age were to compete. Then there is the fact that despite my being underage, I am being tried as an adult for this trial, thereby meaning the Ministry views and recognizes me as an adult and as such I am classified as of age and therefore the underage laws do not apply to me.” Harry explained making everyone widen their eyes further.

“That is, of course, unless the Minister is going to admit that the ministry has committed fraud, knowingly endangering a minor, corruption, illegally allowing a minor to compete in an official tournament, forcing a minor to compete in a lethal tournament, railroading a minor, trying a minor as an adult without just cause, and possibly other illegal acts under his command to treat a minor as an adult despite not being legally recognized as such.” Harry commented as he looked at Fudge, who was paler than Voldemort was and seemed to be trying to say anything at this point.

“I think, given the legality of things as they stand, we must allow Mr. Potter to assume his titles and responsibilities.” A rather strict looking witch with red hair stated.

“M-madam Bones, you can’t be serious!” Another member shouted and Amelia merely looked at him.

“I am. If we do not, then as head of the DMLE, I will be required to arrest everyone here who did not object to Mr. Potter being tried as an adult, knowing full well he was still underage. If he is to be tried as an adult, then by our laws he is to be recognized as an adult along with all the privileges that come with it.” The now identified madam Bones informed making many pale in fear since that was a serious charge and could send many of them to Azkaban, or at least ruin them for years.

“I can’t technically claim the Black Lordship yet, Sirius is still Lord Black as he was never officially excommunicated from his family despite his mother’s wishes and being sent to Azkaban doesn’t remove you from your seat for your house.” Harry clarified making her and others nod.

“Understandable, I can assure you as well that the DMLE will be looking into your godfather’s case as to what happened and why he wasn’t given a trial since if he didn’t have a dark mark, then the previous head had no right to put him directly in Azkaban without trial.” Madam Bones answered making Harry nod while Fudge paled even further.

He’d have to work fast to save his image and face, but that also begged the question of should he? He was known to be connected to Lucius Malfoy, which would hurt him now that Potter revealed he was a real **** Eater. Plus if you-know-who was really back, he’d want the Ministry and that meant Fudge would either have to serve him or they’d kill him! The last war had over a dozen ministers killed in combat or assassinated, Fudge didn’t want to be one of them!

“I’d recommend going after the likes of Malfoy, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, and Macnair before they get wind of this trial or they could disappear and the only chance to deal with them is if they join their fellows in attacks. Better to get them now and drain all their information than lose them and they continue being their master’s pets.” Harry stated coldly making Madama Bones pause a moment before nodding.

“I see your point.” She stated before nodding to a very serious looking man, who returned the nod and left the chambers to get a move on that bit of action.

“Since this is still a trial, we will need a vote, I assume?” Harry asked making many nod.