A Hop Skip And A Jump Away

Immortal judgment

The inadvertent break in the trial allowed the spectators and the press a chance to get up and stretch. Some of the more iron stomached even went and got a snack. The quiet gossip about the trial and everything that had happened to lead up to it provided an almost soothing background noise.

Dudley had been led away at some point for a medical check before being given over to the appropriate children's services. If his medical check for some strange reason showed him to have magic he would be placed first with the Department of Magical Family Services(DMFS) then go to a magical family. He would go to the equivalent muggle government service with an appropriately modified file should he be a squib or a muggle. The only way he'd go somewhere else would be if someone applied to the DMFS for custody or adoption. Harry and Marge were the only ones who might be offered custody before anyone else as blood family. Harry had no intention of doing so and Marge would simply continue the abuse called over-indulgence thus disqualifying her.

Before they started again Harry took his fiances aside and dragged his courage out of its hiding place to blurt out something his Slytherin side had been dying to ask. "Do you think we can offer him to Lady Magic, Lady Fate, and Death to punish? I don't think we can actually do enough to him so that he understands what he's done wrong. If we give him to them he's less likely to be able to meddle while we try to fix this mess..." Harry was on metaphorical tippy-toes as he anxiously waited for the other two wizards to answer.

"That's not a bad idea," Voldemort said softly, glancing at Severus to confirm his thoughts on the matter.

"They might like the tribute if they're as frustrated with him as we are," Severus conceded, sending a speculative glance at the still unconscious wizard complete with shiny new skin.

"We'd have to call on them for judgement to make it official but it should work," Voldemort added, noting the relieved look of his little fiance. After that the court room was quickly called to order and everyone resumed their seats. The healer from earlier waited for everyone to get comfortable before tossing an angry Enervate at Dumbledore, forcing him awake for his part of the trial.

"The previous evidence presented against Albus Dumbledore is damning enough that we feel this court can not honestly judge this man. As such it has been proposed to present him to Lady Magic and Lord Death for judgement without outside interference," Voldemort announced with absolute authority and barely restrained anger matched with loathing aimed directly at the old man. The out cry was immense, the crowd wanted its pound of blood and those who followed Dumbledore cried out at the unfairness of such an unprecedented act.

"SILENCE!!!" Harry thundered, his magic enhancing his voice to a truly deafening roar. "This is the exact reason why we cannot accurately judge this man and his crimes. I call upon Lady Magic, Lady Fate, and Lord Death to render Judgement upon Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Judgement for the crimes and misdeeds he has committed against both Muggle and Magical worlds and the people individually affected by his callous disregard of both personal choice and basic rights of all beings!"

An ominous cloud made of dark purples and deep blues swiftly engulfed an area right in front of the panel of the Wizengamot. There were several shouts of surprise and screams of fear as the smokey cloud faded away to reveal three figures. Death had taken on his popularly recognized skeletal reaper form. To his right there were two beautiful women one with skin in palest white and the other a lovely caramel-mocha color. Lady Fate was in a slinky over the shoulder purple dress of the finest quality that offset her caramel colored skin to perfection while her eyes showed white hourglass pupils. Lady magic was draped in a robe of darkest night made of the best acromantula silk carefully blended with silky cashmere goat hair.

"FOR WHAT DO YOU CALL US MORTALS?" Death thundered, loud enough to shake the room to their very bones. Harry was both delighted and amused that Death was making a point of glowering at everyone but him and his two fiances. The flinch that Severus and Voldemort each were unable to suppress, however, nearly had him breaking his poker face and frowning in concern.