Harry Styles Do Be A Potter

Chapter 10: Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

"This is the hearing of Harry Styles, just a poor boy who loves to sing." announced the judge clad in pink "the defendant has been charged with casting the unforgivable curse of," she made sure she was not touching her wand when she said, "avada kedavra," so she didn't accidentally cast it and go to Azkaban herself.

Harry hung his head, guilt filling every part of him. He remembered seeing the troll lying lifeless on the floor surrounded by a pool of Louis' blood. He wondered if that troll had a family.

It would never get to kiss its troll husband goodnight again, never get to see its troll babies. Leave them orphaned and abandoned, which Harry, unfortunately knew all too much about. Even though he was guilt ridden, he knew that he did what he had to in order to protect his friends.

"If I may, Your Honor--" Harry cut in.

"You may not." the mean pink covered lady chimed in, "you may not speak unless you are spoken to young man, and that goes for your little witness as well." She pointed a small and grubby little finger at Niall-Hermione who was the only person sitting in the witness section since Liam and Louis were both still passed out in the infirmary, "and an ugly one at that." She pointed her nose in the air in disgust.

"Okay but--" Harry started again.

"NO!!" The short pink covered lady held her hand up as if to strike him, Harry instinctually flinched even though she was like 12 feet away from him.

"Harry Styles, just a poor boy who loved to sing--" she began,

"It's 'loves', ma'am." Harry corrected sassily.

She glared at him and continued without correcting herself, "you have been charged with a serious crime!" her shrill voice cried out, "you have made a severe and continuous lapse in your judgment! Do not take this lightly!" she screeched furiously.

Harry looked out the window at the horizon. "I know it wasn't right ma'am but I did what I had to do in order to keep my friend's safe." His voice suddenly got low and husky, one that had been through many trials and tribulations in life, like a sexy lumberjack boy band member.

"You have five minutes to testify, knock yourself out," then quietly she mumbled, "literally." But the stenographer still caught it.

Harry took a deep breath, filling his lungs and engaging his diaphragm, preparing to keep his vowels tall.

He sang, "ooooh!! I killed a troll and I liked iiiiiit, but only because it helped my buddies. I killed a troll just to try iiiiiit, I am truly sorry Ms. Scary Judge. I'm only 12, I can't help iiiiit, sorry, I needed to save my dying friends--"

Niall-Hermione, suddenly inspired, joined in, "I saw him ma'am, he's not lyiiiing!! He was amazing, he protected u--"

"Niall...please stop singing, you...are not good." Harry let her down slowly. "How about you give it a go on the kazoo?"

Niall-Hermione smiled brightly and took out the still dirty kazoo from her back pocket.

With Niall-Hermione leading him in with an awesome instrumental solo, Harry finished his song, "I know it's bad, but I didn't before! Sorry, I had to learn my lesson ma'am. I killed a troll, now I'm soorrrrryy! But I wouldn't take it back cause then my friends would be dead. So yeah. I killed a troll, I don't regret iiiit. Though I am sad that it left its children orphaned."

He bowed.

The judges, except the pink one, clapped and wiped away their streaming tears with their robes.

"Wow! This poor boy does not deserve to go to Azkaban, he is a good kid, he was just trying to protect his friends."

"Yeah, plus, he is 12, and didn't know any other spell besides this one...though it makes one wonder how he learned such a spell in the first pla--"