by DrT - Sahits

"What do you want, Cornelius? for me to swear an oath?"
Harry opened his eyes and frowned at the arguing members of the Wizengamot. He sat up and
glared. "Which one of you did that?" he demanded. When they paid no attention, he wandlessly cast
the Sonorus spell. "I SAID, WHICH ONE OF YOU ATTACKED ME!"
The courtroom went dead silent. Harry stood and he allowed a fair share of his magic power his
aura, making it visible -- a rare sight that not even Voldemort or Dumbledore could easily pull off.
He released the spells. "That wasn't Voldemort . . . oh, grow up! Tom Riddle is a powerful sorcerer,
but he's not THAT powerful."
Everyone looked at him stupidly. Harry shook his head. Most of these people were old enough to
remember the truth about Tom Riddle. Harry wondered if Riddle hadn't cast a confundus charm on
everyone but Dumbledore. Harry sighed and reached over and took Percy's wand, to the sycophant's
shock. Harry quickly did the 'TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE = I AM LORD VOLDEMORT' trick. As
he did so, no one noticed Harry wandlessly sending off two paper messenger spells. "As I said, you
dumb bastards can deny that Riddle -- or Voldemort, or 'Lord Thingy' or 'He-who-must-not-benamed'
or 'Moldishorts' or 'the Dick Lord' or whatever you want to call him -- is back if you want to
be stupid, or in the Minister's case, if you wish to maintain your pay from Lucius Malfoy. I prefer to
look at the truth."
He glared at them, and they all, even Dumbledore, took at least one step back in fear as his magic
flared around him. "Under the Founding Ministry Statutes of 1621, which cannot be amended, this
session of the Wizengamot constituted as a court is illegal, as I was not given due notification of the
time change. Also, since the Underage Magic of Act of 1911 has not been amended, although the
amendment has been proposed, there is no crime for this body to judge legally -- not that such
constraints have ever stopped the British Ministry from acting illegally, as in sending innocent
people to Azkaban without a trial, contrary again to the Founding Ministry Statutes. Therefore, the
most that I could be fined is fifty Galleons, since the Underage Magic Office was never properly set
up under the Ministry Regulations of 1869." There was a lot of uncomfortable movement. These
facts were well-known in certain small circles, and they were usually ignored, as no one wanted to
put in the time and effort needed to make things perfectly legal -- plus of course the loopholes could
be useful for the right people. "Even that is mostly moot, however, since the only magic I did was in
front of my cousin, Dudley Dursley, who is aware of magic."
Harry glared at Delores Umbridge, who quivered. "We all know who the Ministry liaison to the
dementors is, but I expect nothing will be done about that. Now, since I know I will not be allowed
to confront any of my false accusers, let alone duel with them, I am leaving. As I have reached my
fifteenth birthday and I am the sole surviving member and heir of one of the one hundred and
twenty-three Founding Families of Magic, who met at Glastonbury on the summer solstice of 924
to form the Original Wizengamot, I declare myself of age -- and remember, that group's laws and
customs take precedence over mere Ministerial decrees and even laws. This also again renders these
charges moot. I also declare myself to be a warlock. I renounce the Ministry of Magic's claims upon
me, and also any protections the Ministry or services the Ministry might provide."
"You can't do this!" Umbridge shouted.
"You'll never get your wand back!" Percy proclaimed.
Harry looked at Percy and snapped his fingers. His own wand appeared in his hand. Harry tossed
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