Lord of time (chapter 41-107)

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Nobody would admit it but everyone had been so focused on the spectacle in front of them, so when the doors of the court room slammed open loudly, they all jumped in fright, their hearts pounding away. They noticed that it was an Auror who had so rudely interrupted the proceeding of a trial, much to the Wizengamot's disapproval; they didn't like to be interrupted. They would have given him a glare to convey their feelings but the Auror didn't seem inclined to meet their eyes, he just dove over to Minister Lestrange and hastily began to whisper into his ear, his hand gestures wild and untamed.

"We found something in Dumbledore's quarters," he said hastily, "You'll want to see them as well, I've given a general description of a few of them." lowering his arm and handing over the parchment a little sheepishly as he became aware of his actions.

Lestrange rolled his eyes, Gryffindors, wearing their hearts on their sleeves, or apologising frequently. Still, he looked down at the parchment straightening up; his eyes narrowing in on the 'description' it seemed to contradict everything they had learned...unless it wasn't just Peverell but Slytherin too. He glanced speculatively at Tom Slytherin from the corner of his eye. The description wasn't enough, not for him, he wanted to see the memories. No, he needed to see them. This was going beyond harassment and it was creepier than stalking.

"What's going on?" Andronicus asked, standing up staring between the Auror and the Minister, caught between being curious and cautious.

"Where were they found, Auror Prewitt?" the Minister asked, clenching his first in anger.

"He had a secret compartment stashed away behind his bookcase," Prewitt admitted, "If we hadn't taken a second look we would never have found it, we had to call in Yaxley to tell us all the spells that were there and how to remove it." Yaxley might be a healer, but he was the most renowned magical seer (as in had the ability to see magic) they had, and definitely knew his magic, and thus they often asked for his expertise. Well him and a curse breaker who worked for Gringotts primarily.

Andronicus wondered what had been found, a glance at the paperwork told him it was memories.

"Remove the memories that are currently in the pensive, immediately," the Minister turned to Andronicus giving him a grim nod to move, he would get his answers soon enough. Pinching the bridge of his nose, the trial was going over its allotted time. Turning to his scribe, "Send out alerts that the next trial will be postponed for an hour," hopefully that would give them enough time to see it through. They might need to actually end this trial and see the end of it done tomorrow; they couldn't keep everyone here for much longer, especially not the students.

The scribe quickly ran out of the courtroom as if the hounds of hell were on her heels, to get someone to write out the missives so they all knew it was postponed. She also realised the possibility of another day of writing Dumbledore's trial, the press were going to be beyond pissed off at having to wait another day in the Ministry just to get an answer. An answer they were all eager to publish, instead of the usual 'Where is Grindelwald' and the war and destruction that followed in his wake.

"Sir, it's done," Andronicus informed the Minister, as dozens of memories now lay to the side safely ensconced in vials.

Prewitt knowing what came next removed the evidence bag containing a box before handing it over to the Minister gracefully. The box was then opened, and one by one the memories they'd found hidden were placed for public viewing in the pensive. The box was then placed aside, Lestrange stood up silently demanding attention, which the fifty wizards of the Wizengamot gave him without pause all wondering to themselves what was going on.

"New evidence has come to light, please spread yourself around the pensive so they may be viewed for your perusal." thankfully it would take only five to ten minutes with the few vials they had. Each of the Wizengamot members stood up and made their way around to the pensive in the middle of the room. Each had their wands unsheathed and out in front of them, then as one, they placed the wands above the shimmering memories, in complete sync having done this dozens of times they were very much used to it.