Lord of time (chapter 41-107)

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"Look I don't like it any better than any of you!" Spencer-Moon roared out, despite the arguing going on in the room, he was heard by the fifty plus people currently making a racket. "But the reality is...we have to stop him, for our sakes, for our children, for our grandchildren. He's making his way steadily closer to us. We have no idea what he wants, but I strongly suspect it's something here. He came to Britain once before, there IS a reason." He'd bet his job on that actually.

"Meanwhile our children learn there's no consequences for breaking the law?" Abraxas' father hissed out through gritted teeth, fury thrumming throughout his entire body. His son, Abraxas should have been sitting next to him, still learning the ropes of his duties, unfortunately, he had asked for a few days to himself. Abraxas had been working very hard, dedicating everything to learning it all, and doing so in a timely manner. He couldn't just deny him the only thing he'd asked recently. "That anyone could just walk free at any given moment? Do you realize who he antagonised?"

"I am aware that this situation isn't ideal, but he won't be going free, a house arrest is the next best thing I could offer him to get this far." The Minister argued, knowing it wasn't enough, it turned his stomach too.

"I assume you're going to tell Hadrian Peverell yourself?" Aaron Moody boldly proclaimed, an Auror and proud member of the Wizengamot.

"Peverell-Slytherin," one of the women reminded him, absently.

"Ah, my apologised, Peverell-Slytherin," Aaron stated, his bold proclamation causing all voices to cease as they stared at the Minister actually wanting to hear that answer themselves.

Spencer-Moon swallowed thickly, of course, they'd all bloody stare at him waiting on his answers. This didn't usually happen in a courtroom, it was usually the damn press that stared hawk eyed after a particularly juicy - to them anyway - question had come up. "Is that what it would take to get an agreement with everyone?" the Minister answered their question with one of his own.

The pureblood's they are, they saw through it, and refused to bite. Instead silently stared, waiting on an answer being given.

The thought of actually having to speak to the boy, actually left him feeling rather nervous. He wasn't even sure why, he'd only ever seen him at the trials. He had an air about him, of one who knew the power he held, and would wield it if needed. He even had every single pureblood backing him up. He and his husband were the upcoming power couple, nobody wanted to mess with. Doing this would mess with his standing, both in the magical world and the political world. He'd more than likely find himself out of a job upon re-election time. Yet, he knew, regardless of where it would lead him...he would need to do this. For the safety of everyone, Dumbledore was the only one who held a chance of stopping the powerful dark wizard in his tracks. "He deserves to hear it from me, so yes, I will tell him myself," he revealed with a resigned air around him.

"This is a bad idea," Lord Avery stated sharply, "Letting Dumbledore go, it's going to bite us when we least expect it." furious with the way the tide was blowing. With over fifty people in the room, he didn't like the odds of them actually getting the Minister to back down from his current path. Glancing over at Malfoy who looked just as grim as him, realizing the way things were going too.

"I'm in full agreement," Lord Malfoy insisted, "Less time with the Dementors and a bigger cell is all that man deserves."

"I only got the agreement for house arrest, anything less...will not do." Spencer-Moon sighed, slumping into his seat as if his strings had been cut. "You have to look at this objectively without feelings or emotions getting in the way. Dumbledore has the best bet at ending Grindelwald once and for all. The global was is taking its toll on all of us, can we risk losing our children to this dark wizard hell bent on domination? There is too much at stake to risk it. The American Aurors have tried their hardest to get him, and their forces are considerably larger than our own...we will lose." And he didn't want to be the Minister responsible for the decimation of the British magical world. Grindelwald was ruthless, his forces just as bad if not worse. They wouldn't be able to fight him, not alone, and they were spread thin as it was due to the global war.