Justice Served With A Side Of Fries by Lady FoxFire

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Title: Justice Served With A Side Of Fries
Author: Lady FoxFire
Pairing(s): None
Rating: PG13
Setting: Book 1
Warning: None
Category(s): AU
Summary: A curse, a blessing and old magic – It’s best to never assume anything.
Disclaimer: For sale NOW! New improved disclaimer with more ‘I don’t own the Harry Potter series’ and better ‘I make no money from this fanfic.’ Order yours NOW!

Bad Author Notes: Short chapter, sorry but I can promise the next two are longer.

With blurry eyes, Harry sat down heavily at the table assigned to those who have let to be sorted. He moved in an almost zombie-like fashion as he looked from one breakfast dish to another before he reached out and scooped up some scrambled eggs.

"Not a morning person, are you, Potter?" the dark skin boy teased.

"Uggghhhhh," Harry replied in the same zombie-like fashion.

"A bit like my father before his first of cup of coffee," the blond Muggleborn girl said.

"What's coffee?" the dark-skinned boy asked.

"The gift of life, at least that my father says it is," the girl replied. "It's a bit like tea but made with ground coffee beans instead of tea leaves."

The dark skin boy's lips curled back in disgust. "That's disgusting! They made a drink using beans."

"It's better than pumpkin juice," the girl replied as she looked down at her goblet of the juice.

Before the boy replied, Professor McGonagall appeared behind Harry. "Mr. Potter," she said in a firm tone of voice.

"Ugghhh?" replied as he looked up at the Deputy Headmistress.

"I think he needs coffee to get started in the morning, professor," the girl commented.

With a sigh, McGonagall said, "His mother wasn't a morning person either. Unfortunately, coffee is banned from Hogwarts."

"Why is it banned?" a 7th year Hufflepuff asked from his place at their table.

McGonagall sighed. "The Headmaster does not like the taste of it and therefore he won't allot funds to buy it. He claims it's not a proper wizard drink."

The Hufflepuff blinked at McGonagall a few times as what she has just said slowly sunk into his mind. "The bastard," he grumbled as he turned around to his meal.

McGonagall shook her head at the Hufflepuff comment before turning back to Harry only to find him staring down at his plate with a blank expression on his face. With a sigh McGonagall turned to the other students, "When Mr. Potter is awake enough to understand and reply in the Queen's English, please inform him that the Headmaster wishes to see him in his office after breakfast.

"Yes, Ma'am," a number of students replied.

McGonagall walked away shaking her head, "Just like Lily," she mumbled to herself.

~*~

Harry glared at the gargoyle that was blocking the way to the Headmaster's office. He stood there for a full 10 minutes before shrugging his shoulders and walking off.

An hour later, an upset Headmaster Dumbledore found Harry wondering the grounds of the school. "Mr. Potter," he snapped at the young boy, "why didn't you report to my office as you were ordered to?"

"I did," Harry replied.

"I don't like you lying to me, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore replied.

"It's High Lord Potter, Headmaster Dumbledore," Harry replied calmly. "And I did go to your office after breakfast; however, I was unable to get past your gargoyle. After a reasonable amount of time, I left."

"And why didn't you use the password to get past it?" Dumbledore demanded.

Harry looked at Dumbledore with an exasperated expression. "Because no one ever told me it," he replied.

Dumbledore looked at Harry in surprise for a moment before saying, "Never the less you should have waited for someone to fetch you."

Harry sighed. "And what did you need me for, Headmaster?"

"We were going to meet with the Minister of Magic and discuss on how we will be handling the Breith Chríochnaitheach," Dumbledore replied.

"It's quite simple, Headmaster. The Ministry will produce my parents’ betrayer within seven days," Harry said in a tone that left no argument.

"Now Harry…"

Harry raised a hand to stop whatever the Headmaster was about to say. "The matter is out of my hand, sir. If the Ministry will not bow to my demand, then you should hope that magic will be forgiving."

~*~

Two days after the disastrous sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall stood outside the entrance way to Hogwarts staring into the morning fog, waiting for someone or something to arrive.

Then, out of the fog, the shape of a human, a man, appeared.

A sad smile appeared on McGonagall's face as the fog reviewed a tall lanky man with greying brown hair dressed in a shabby robe.

"Remus," McGonagall said as she hugged the man before her.

"Professor," Remus said as he returned the hug. Breaking the hug by taking a step back, Remus looked at McGonagall. "So why has the Headmaster summoned me?"

McGonagall blinked in surprised. "You don't know," she gasped.

Remus shook his head. "No. I assume it's about Harry," Remus replied. "He is here. Isn't he? I mean he's alright?"

McGonagall patted Remus' arm in a reassuring manner. "Yes. Yes he's here."

"But there's something wrong," Remus said as they started their way into the school.

McGonagall sighed sadly. "Before Harry could be sorted, he announced a Breith Chríochnaitheach."

"Breith Chríochnaitheach… that's Gaelic for final judgment," Remus replied as he looked at McGonagall with a curious expression.

McGonagall nodded her head. "It's old magic," she said. "It used to be used by a head of a line when some who was trusted betrayed them."

"Sirius," Remus whispered.

"Yes," McGonagall said grimly. "He's to be brought to Hogwarts where Harry will be allowed to judge him and… punish him as he sees fits."

"And the Headmaster is allowing this?!" Remus exclaimed.

"He doesn't have a choice," McGonagall said. "Part of the spell… if Sirius isn't produced before seven days have passed, then anyone who heard the spell will be punished."

"Punished? Punished how?"

"We're not sure," McGonagall replied, her voice slightly tinged with fear. "It would be up to Magic itself to decide what happens. It's possible that we'll all lose our magic."

"And Harry did this in front of the whole school?" Remus said as dread crept into his voice.

McGonagall nodded her head.

Remus ran a hand through his greying hair. "How did he learn such a spell?"

"We don’t know," McGonagall replied. "It would something that James would have taught him or he would have found in his family history. There is no possible way for him to have learned it."

It was just as they reached the doors to the Great Hall that the shout of "Moony!" echoed through the hallway, just before the air was suddenly forced out of Remus' lungs as he suddenly found himself in a fierce hug. Looking down at the person, all Remus could make out was a mass of messy black hair.

"Harry?" Remus wheezed.

The youthful face of his best friend with the emerald green eyes of his wife looked up at him with pure happiness.

"Harry," Remus said wistfully as he brushed some strangles on hair from Harry's face.

"Hi, Moony," Harry said as he hugged the older man once again before releasing him

"You… you remember me?" Remus said in awe.

A smile appeared on Harry's face. "Did you really put a catnip bomb in Professor McGonagall's 1st year class?"

"Remus!" McGonagall gasped.

~*~

It was just after lunch when the reporters descended upon Hogwarts like a horde of locusts onto a field of grain.

They quickly found Harry near the lake as he watched the giant squid play a game of catch with Hagrid. In an instant, they were upon him, each of them jockeying each other for a better position. With the aggressive nature of a woman spotting the prized item during a sale, one woman pushed herself ahead of the pack.

"Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet," a woman with blond hair and wearing jeweled spectacles said as acid-green quill wrote down everything onto some parchment. "Lord Potter, how do you feel about putting your fellow students in danger?"

"What danger is that?" Harry asked innocently.

"Why requesting a Breith Chríochnaitheach, the final judgment in front of the whole student body of Hogwarts, of course," she replied as her fellow reporters recorded everything.

Harry looked at Rita in confusion. "But they're not in any danger," he replied. "I have been assured that my family’s betrayer is in the Ministry custody. The only way they could be in danger is if the Ministry refuses to hand them over in which case Magic may judge them as one of betrayer or if the man who is in prison…"

Harry trailed off with a confused look on his face as he looked at Rita's parchment. "Ma'am, I think your quill is malfunctioning," Harry said as he pats himself down looking for something. "Ah here we are," he exclaimed as he pulled out a Muggle pen. Offering the pen to Rita, he said, "I know it's a Muggle pen but it's better than taking a chance with your quill."

"Taking a chance?" Rita said as she looked at the pen in confusion.

"Of course. You don't want magic to think you're with my parents' betrayer," Harry replied.

A male reporter spoke up at that moment. "What do you mean by that Lord Potter?"

"Well… umm… “Harry said.

"Thomas O'Daly, of the Irish News, Lord Potter" the reporter stated.

Harry smiled. "Well Mr. O'Daly, a long time ago when the use of the Breith Chríochnaitheach was more popular, there was a stablehand who had swore in a court of law that his master at the manor at the time of the murder. So when the head of the family, Longbottom I believe, called for final judgment the stablehand was found guilty with his master. And his punishment…" Harry slowly shook his head with a grave expression. "Well I won't want the dear lady, here," Harry nodded to Rita, "to accidentally by punished by Magic due a malfunctioning quill after all who know what Magic do someone who said or write something that wasn't the whole truth as far as they knew it."

A number of reporters looked at their recording devices either quill or magical sound recorders before quickly switching them out.

"Ahhh… Lord Potter," a reporter in the rear called out, "Could you perhaps repeat your answer?"

"Ahh... what was the question?" Harry asked.

~*~

It was on the fourth day that the Ministry, under public pressure, agreed to bring Sirius Black to Hogwarts.

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Justice Served With A Side Of Fries by Lady FoxFire [Reviews - 30] Chapter or Story Table of Contents - Text Size + Title: Justice Served With A Side Of Fries Author: Lady FoxFire Pairing(s): None Rating: PG13 Setting: Book 1 Warning: None Category(s): AU Summary: A curse, a blessing and old magic – It’s best to never assume anything. Disclaimer: For sale NOW! New improved disclaimer with more ‘I don’t own the Harry Potter series’ and better ‘I make no money from this fanfic.’ Order yours NOW! Bad Author Notes: Short chapter, sorry but I can promise the next two are longer. With blurry eyes, Harry sat down heavily at the table assigned to those who have let to be sorted. He moved in an almost zombie-like fashion as he looked from one breakfast dish to another before he reached out and scooped up some scrambled eggs. "Not a morning person, are you, Potter?" the dark skin boy teased. "Uggghhhhh," Harry replied in the same zombie-like fashion. "A bit like my father before his first of cup of coffee," the blond Muggleborn girl said. "What's coffee?" the dark-skinned boy asked. "The gift of life, at least that my father says it is," the girl replied. "It's a bit like tea but made with ground coffee beans instead of tea leaves." The dark skin boy's lips curled back in disgust. "That's disgusting! They made a drink using beans." "It's better than pumpkin juice," the girl replied as she looked down at her goblet of the juice. Before the boy replied, Professor McGonagall appeared behind Harry. "Mr. Potter," she said in a firm tone of voice. "Ugghhh?" replied as he looked up at the Deputy Headmistress. "I think he needs coffee to get started in the morning, professor," the girl commented. With a sigh, McGonagall said, "His mother wasn't a morning person either. Unfortunately, coffee is banned from Hogwarts." "Why is it banned?" a 7th year Hufflepuff asked from his place at their table. McGonagall sighed. "The Headmaster does not like the taste of it and therefore he won't allot funds to buy it. He claims it's not a proper wizard drink." The Hufflepuff blinked at McGonagall a few times as what she has just said slowly sunk into his mind. "The bastard," he grumbled as he turned around to his meal. McGonagall shook her head at the Hufflepuff comment before turning back to Harry only to find him staring down at his plate with a blank expression on his face. With a sigh McGonagall turned to the other students, "When Mr. Potter is awake enough to understand and reply in the Queen's English, please inform him that the Headmaster wishes to see him in his office after breakfast. "Yes, Ma'am," a number of students replied. McGonagall walked away shaking her head, "Just like Lily," she mumbled to herself. ~~ Harry glared at the gargoyle that was blocking the way to the Headmaster's office. He stood there for a full 10 minutes before shrugging his shoulders and walking off. An hour later, an upset Headmaster Dumbledore found Harry wondering the grounds of the school. "Mr. Potter," he snapped at the young boy, "why didn't you report to my office as you were ordered to?" "I did," Harry replied. "I don't like you lying to me, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore replied. "It's High Lord Potter, Headmaster Dumbledore," Harry replied calmly. "And I did go to your office after breakfast; however, I was unable to get past your gargoyle. After a reasonable amount of time, I left." "And why didn't you use the password to get past it?" Dumbledore demanded. Harry looked at Dumbledore with an exasperated expression. "Because no one ever told me it," he replied. Dumbledore looked at Harry in surprise for a moment before saying, "Never the less you should have waited for someone to fetch you." Harry sighed. "And what did you need me for, Headmaster?" "We were going to meet with the Minister of Magic and discuss on how we will be handling the Breith Chríochnaitheach," Dumbledore replied. "It's quite simple, Headmaster. The Ministry will produce my parents’ betrayer within seven days," Harry said in a tone that left no argument. "Now Harry…" Harry raised a hand to stop whatever the Headmaster was about to say. "The matter is out of my hand, sir. If the Ministry will not bow to my demand, then you should hope that magic will be forgiving." ~~ Two days after the disastrous sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall stood outside the entrance way to Hogwarts staring into the morning fog, waiting for someone or something to arrive. Then, out of the fog, the shape of a human, a man, appeared. A sad smile appeared on McGonagall's face as the fog reviewed a tall lanky man with greying brown hair dressed in a shabby robe. "Remus," McGonagall said as she hugged the man before her. "Professor," Remus said as he returned the hug. Breaking the hug by taking a step back, Remus looked at McGonagall. "So why has the Headmaster summoned me?" McGonagall blinked in surprised. "You don't know," she gasped. Remus shook his head. "No. I assume it's about Harry," Remus replied. "He is here. Isn't he? I mean he's alright?" McGonagall patted Remus' arm in a reassuring manner. "Yes. Yes he's here." "But there's something wrong," Remus said as they started their way into the school. McGonagall sighed sadly. "Before Harry could be sorted, he announced a Breith Chríochnaitheach." "Breith Chríochnaitheach… that's Gaelic for final judgment," Remus replied as he looked at McGonagall with a curious expression. McGonagall nodded her head. "It's old magic," she said. "It used to be used by a head of a line when some who was trusted betrayed them." "Sirius," Remus whispered. "Yes," McGonagall said grimly. "He's to be brought to Hogwarts where Harry will be allowed to judge him and… punish him as he sees fits." "And the Headmaster is allowing this?!" Remus exclaimed. "He doesn't have a choice," McGonagall said. "Part of the spell… if Sirius isn't produced before seven days have passed, then anyone who heard the spell will be punished." "Punished? Punished how?" "We're not sure," McGonagall replied, her voice slightly tinged with fear. "It would be up to Magic itself to decide what happens. It's possible that we'll all lose our magic." "And Harry did this in front of the whole school?" Remus said as dread crept into his voice. McGonagall nodded her head. Remus ran a hand through his greying hair. "How did he learn such a spell?" "We don’t know," McGonagall replied. "It would something that James would have taught him or he would have found in his family history. There is no possible way for him to have learned it." It was just as they reached the doors to the Great Hall that the shout of "Moony!" echoed through the hallway, just before the air was suddenly forced out of Remus' lungs as he suddenly found himself in a fierce hug. Looking down at the person, all Remus could make out was a mass of messy black hair. "Harry?" Remus wheezed. The youthful face of his best friend with the emerald green eyes of his wife looked up at him with pure happiness. "Harry," Remus said wistfully as he brushed some strangles on hair from Harry's face. "Hi, Moony," Harry said as he hugged the older man once again before releasing him "You… you remember me?" Remus said in awe. A smile appeared on Harry's face. "Did you really put a catnip bomb in Professor McGonagall's 1st year class?" "Remus!" McGonagall gasped. ~~ It was just after lunch when the reporters descended upon Hogwarts like a horde of locusts onto a field of grain. They quickly found Harry near the lake as he watched the giant squid play a game of catch with Hagrid. In an instant, they were upon him, each of them jockeying each other for a better position. With the aggressive nature of a woman spotting the prized item during a sale, one woman pushed herself ahead of the pack. "Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet," a woman with blond hair and wearing jeweled spectacles said as acid-green quill wrote down everything onto some parchment. "Lord Potter, how do you feel about putting your fellow students in danger?" "What danger is that?" Harry asked innocently. "Why requesting a Breith Chríochnaitheach, the final judgment in front of the whole student body of Hogwarts, of course," she replied as her fellow reporters recorded everything. Harry looked at Rita in confusion. "But they're not in any danger," he replied. "I have been assured that my family’s betrayer is in the Ministry custody. The only way they could be in danger is if the Ministry refuses to hand them over in which case Magic may judge them as one of betrayer or if the man who is in prison…" Harry trailed off with a confused look on his face as he looked at Rita's parchment. "Ma'am, I think your quill is malfunctioning," Harry said as he pats himself down looking for something. "Ah here we are," he exclaimed as he pulled out a Muggle pen. Offering the pen to Rita, he said, "I know it's a Muggle pen but it's better than taking a chance with your quill." "Taking a chance?" Rita said as she looked at the pen in confusion. "Of course. You don't want magic to think you're with my parents' betrayer," Harry replied. A male reporter spoke up at that moment. "What do you mean by that Lord Potter?" "Well… umm… “Harry said. "Thomas O'Daly, of the Irish News, Lord Potter" the reporter stated. Harry smiled. "Well Mr. O'Daly, a long time ago when the use of the Breith Chríochnaitheach was more popular, there was a stablehand who had swore in a court of law that his master at the manor at the time of the murder. So when the head of the family, Longbottom I believe, called for final judgment the stablehand was found guilty with his master. And his punishment…" Harry slowly shook his head with a grave expression. "Well I won't want the dear lady, here," Harry nodded to Rita, "to accidentally by punished by Magic due a malfunctioning quill after all who know what Magic do someone who said or write something that wasn't the whole truth as far as they knew it." A number of reporters looked at their recording devices either quill or magical sound recorders before quickly switching them out. "Ahhh… Lord Potter," a reporter in the rear called out, "Could you perhaps repeat your answer?" "Ahh... what was the question?" Harry asked. ~~ It was on the fourth day that the Ministry, under public pressure, agreed to bring Sirius Black to Hogwarts. Previous Next You must login (register) to review.

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