Death's Chosen Child

Chapter 11: Part eleven

Tom's POV;

Tom had no idea a hearing could be this fun. Just the anticipation alone is enough to have him chuckling. They have enough evidence to give Umbridge the kiss, and if her ranting earlier meant anything, it will mean she will drag Fudge and Dumbledore down with her.

They are waiting for Fudge and Madam Bones to enter the Wizengamot. Dumbledore is already in his place as Chief Warlock because no one had sent him away just yet, and Umbridge is already chained and silenced in the middle of the room. Purple in the face from all the screaming she's doing. Salazar, he hopes she will get the kiss.

Tom leans a little to his right, looking to the neutral part of the stands, looking at Harry. When he finds him in the middle of the rest of the witches and wizards, he can't help but smirk, seeing that Harry is already looking back at him.

Not being able to touch him is already torture, and unfortunately, he doesn't know how long the trial will take.

He really wants to go home and devour Harry, kiss, lick and bite his lithe body until Harry can't take it anymore. Tom shifts a little to adjust himself, and Harry puts a hand for his mouth to hide a smile, seemingly aware of what he's doing to Tom's mind and at the moment to Tom's pants.

Both their eyes are drawn to the entrance when Madam Bones walks in with Fudge and six Aurors. Fudge is looking afraid and makes himself as small as possible. When his eyes find Umbridge shrieking in the middle of the room, he pales rapidly.

''W-what's this?! What's the m-meaning of this!?'' Fudge tries to demand, only to shrink under Bones' glare.

''Take a seat, Minister-'' Bones sneers, all pleasantries are gone from her face, and Tom almost wiggles in his seat because of it. He really likes a little chaos. ''-you will find out soon enough.''

Fudge protests some more, blabbering about how he's the Minister and a lot of other gibberish, but Tom doesn't really pay attention. He leans a little back before looking behind him to whisper to Sirius.

''Prepare. This is going to be nasty.'' He whispers, and Sirius nods solemnly. Tom sees some others are listening in, but he ignores them for now. It's clear that most of the Dark magic section has chosen him as the leader, pulled in by his magic and his confidence. Since he joined the Wizengamot, he has already gained the most powerful allies from the Neutral and Dark sections. He already kind of is the Dark Lord again, but now political.

''Today, we are going to do things a little different.'' Madam Bones declares, getting the attention of everyone in the room. She looks around the room with narrowed eyes before continuing.

''Because of recent discoveries, I shall lead this hearing, after the facts are revealed of this case, we shall give our verdict with a vote if Minister Fudge is suitable to continue his ministership, and if Albus Dumbledore will continue as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. Most of you will have questions, and I ask for you to wait until the end because most questions will be answered during this hearing.'' The no-nonsense tone Madam Bones uses makes it clear that she isn't in the mood to be messed with.

Whispers start immediately, but the crowd keeps their initial shock to themselves. Tom hears multiple whispers around him say, 'good riddance' and 'never trusted the old fool'. When Tom glances at the Chief Warlock he barely represses his smirk because Dumbledore is absolutely fuming in his seat. But he keeps silent. The control he shows is remarkable.

'' Silence !'' Madam Bones demands. The wizards and witches quiet down quickly. ''Today, we are here for the critical trial of Dolores Jane Umbridge. She stands to trial because she is accused of torturing children inside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dictating their freedom and blocking their correspondence from the outside world through post wards.'' Madam Bones recites with absolute coldness in her tone.