Equinox finale
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It would be appreciated if you could provide more power stones as they are the fuel to the story
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The Minister looked ashen white.
Dumbledore was in a similar appearance. One could have observed the goosebumps on the old man, but one did not need to by the look on his face.
"The audacity! I demand Bartemius Crouch be fired from his position now and put to trial for the monstrosity he had allowed and partaken in!"
"This is against Habeas Corpus, even the muggles place importance on the right!"
"SILENT" Dumbledore raged.
"And do what! This is idiocy on the highest level. If the Ministry can put a Heir of a Most Ancient and Noble house, what do they do with normal British citizens!?"
"SILENT" Dumbledore roared, this time silencing all of the members.
"The Wizengamot will retract the Kiss on sight orders for Sirius Orion Black." He said.
"Chief Warlock, unlawful detainment does not mean innoce-" "You will be silent Undersecretary," Dumbledore replied without giving a single glance.
"The DMLE will be arresting Barteimus Crouch senior and he will be put on trial tomorrow only. Lord Black will have his trial in a week, and all of the information of his case discussed here will be shared with the public."
"You can't do that Dumbledore. The Ministry-"
"The Ministry will provide Justice to the Potters, Either by the release of Sirius Black or the death of him. The Ministry will be putting a reward of a hundred thousand galleons on Sirius Black if he does not appear before the court of law after the given time. But for a willing surrender, the information about his case will be made public."
Minister Fudge was looking nervous. This was already a political suicide for the top Ministry hierarchy, if by any chance Sirius is found innocent, his neck will be out in the open even if he had no hand in the process.
"The Ministry" Albus continued "Will also be making a committee to review all the cases against the prisoners of Azkaban. The review committee will have three representatives from each faction of Wizengamot." Dumbledore taps his hammer into his place to announce the decision.
"The Wizengamot is adjourned for the day." Albus eyes Eren and the girl beside her.
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Barteimus Crouch Senior was not having a good day, not that he had one in a while.
The Crouch had been one of the sacred twenty-eight, not that it mattered anywhere except in their own noble circle.
The Sacred Twenty-eight was a joke that became reality.
Cantankerus Nott, one of the Notts wrote about the twenty-eight families who were still of pureblood in the 1920s. From then their status was lifted, and by the 1970s they were given a status of their own, despite not being the cream on the top of the British Wizarding World.
'A foolish notion. Blood purity matters to those whose blood has power.' Barty thought while drinking coffee, on his first ever holiday from his post of Head of the International Magical Co-operation, a new post he had been given after his junior, Amelia Bones had been promoted to the Head of DMLE.
And for good reasons, but bad intentions against Barteimus.
Barteimus was all but the next Minister of Magic, having a reputation for his ruthlessness, for fighting fire with fire against the enemies.
'So what, it's war. You don't pray them to surrender, you either make them or kill them.'
He sipped his coffee again, it was perfect for his first-time coffee experience.
He flipped the Daily Prophet. It was again an article about Fudge, that bastard.
As it was by the later 1980s, Barteimus was named the Minister of Magic, all but in name. He had his reputation, history, and Lords from the Neutrals and Light side who would have voted for him. His fight against the Dark Wizards and his record as the Head of the DMLE had been impeccable.
'And then enters the blasted Albus Focking Dumbledore.'
Saying that the war was over for more than half a decade, the Ministry should not have a war stance. The next Minister should be ready for peacetime and chosen as such.
The only contenders were him and a Ministry worker Cornelius Fudge, who was unknown to the point no one knew why he had been there.
However, Dumbledore's speech of how peacetime should be one where the underdog should be given a chance, and new blood should replace the old.
Cornelius Fudge for Minister, with Dumbledore's backing, took away Barty's all the Light votes and some Neutral votes and the Dark votes followed the Malfoys to support the new blood as they dubbed Fudge.
Barteimus lost, and he lost hard. And all the political clout he had gathered dispersed, to the point his juniors were promoted to replace him, and he had to let go of his position begrudgingly.
He took another sip of that bitter coffee, it did not taste as good as it had initially. He turned another page, not giving attention to the paper, instead thinking deeply of the events that had made him act how he acted.
His eyes roamed to the innermost room of the Crouch residence, where someone who should not be alive was there, under a spell which should not be used anywhere.
'But what could I do? The Gaunts are extinct, without any heir to speak of. I could not see the same happen to my House.' Barteimus Crouch thought, his initial thoughts leaning towards the use of a Love potion, but now his mind was delving into the use of the same spell he had used initially to lock the guest in.
His son had been under Imperius for thirteen months already, in that time, Barty Senior could not allow independence and the usual Love Potions did not work as he had expected on an imperiused Wizard.
The Last option was to use Imperio and make his son do the process of siphoning the Crouch name to the next generation without his thoughts, but Barteimus had been postponing the thought due to his reluctance to witness the attendance of his own son in such an act himself.
It was a shame Barteimus had not delved into the Dark Arts, for the Imperio either needed continuous casting or a mastery in the spell.
He flipped the Prophet again, to its first page. It had been his habit to read the Prophet from the last page, and till now his mind was not minding the information while his thoughts clouded anything else.
'Hmm?' There was a knock at his door.
Which was strange. Any and all Wizarding population would have requested a floo call. Not many knocked on the door, as they couldn't due to the houses of the magical population always being at places which could not be accessed through normal means.
Just then a floo call request was made. He saw who had been there.
'DMLE?' He locked the innermost door, only accessible by him himself. The floo revealed to be Amelia, and beside her came Rufus and the Minister himself.
Just then his door was knocked off the wall.
"What is the meaning of this!?" He was confused, no one could have known about his wife's suicide and breaking her son out of Azkaban.
"Barteimus Crouch Senior, you are under arrest for charges that are being compiled as we speak."
"I would like to know what I am accused of, I know my rights woman."
"That you don't Barty, that you don't."
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I forgot I had to post a chapter today, Now I have to write extra chapters so that I do not have to do the same last minute