Chapter 3: Trial.

Yo, this chapter might seem weird to some and that is cuz it is. I have a general direction i want to take this story, things i want the Mc to do, but it's hard to get there. This chapter is going to be my way of transitioning into the events i want the Mc to be a part of. But, writing this has been giving me trouble these last two days, Ill write more on it when you see what happens but don't crucify me if this seems weird okay?

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--Oberon

He was carried by the old man to what looked like a chimney. The reason why they were going towards the chimney, escaped him, so he waited and watched. The old man took a handful of a weird green powder before saying something and throwing the powder.

Oberon watched with horror as green flames shot up and consumed them. He closed his eyes and sat waiting to die. But nothing came. No heat, no burn, nothing. He simply felt a breeze and opened his eyes with much hesitation. He was now in a black tiled room that was somehow not dark.

"Oberon, it's best you prepare yourself. I have somewhat of an idea how this is going to go, and I don't like it. I have a plan, but it may very well not work. So please, prepare yourself for anything. I will stand by your side to help you." Oberon just nodded at the kind old man's words.

It was not long before he found himself inside of a circular room, with many faces peering down at him. Many held looks of disgust, others of sympathy, some even held looks of uncaring boredom.

Dumbledore placed him on the chair in the middle of the room, making sure he wasn't in pain or anything before addressing the court.

"Now, everyone, I have brought Oberon Gallagher here to the court today. The young man who released so much magic power a few days ago. Now, before any of you say anything, you will hear this young man's story. " he said and saw a few nods out of respect.

"I would like to call the Senior Auror, Alastor Moody to the stage. He is the only one who knows the boy's story better than I."

* Tap * * Tap * * Tap*

The sounds of Moody's peg leg echoed across the room. He took the stage and his eye yet again, darted across the room. Checking for anything that could be a danger to him.

* Ahem! *

"This young man has quite the story I tell you. But before I tell you, I ask for permission to read the boy's mind. Unfortunately, his vocal cords were cut out, so he cannot talk. His body is too weak for the proper potions to remake them right now, so his body ends up rejecting them. I would also like a more detailed version of his story to be able to present to you for proper evidence." He asked Cornelius Fudge, The current Minister of Magic.

"I'll grant it." Fudge responded after thinking for a few minutes.

"Thankyou." He turned to Oberon. "Boy, do i have permission to read your memories?" He asked out of courtesy. Oberon just nodded.

Moody stared into Oberon's eyes for a few minutes. Because Oberon had no mental defenses, and allowed Moody into his mind, Moody was able to get a proper story straight within minutes.

Moody exited his mind and shuddered. This had all of the Wizengamot on edge, after-all, they knew of the reputation of "Mad-eye Moody."

"The boy's story is a sad one. The very start of his memories shows him waking up in a dark, wet room. Chained to a wall. Going through his memories has shown me some horrible things. The poor boy has been tortured and experimented on. Daily! Every day for the past four years! I refuse to go into detail because we would have to reconvene this trail at a later date once everyone has emptied their stomachs."

"How will we know what happened if you don't tell us Moody?" Said Tiberius Nott with a sadistic grin on his face.

Moody shuddered once again and replied "Fine! You want to hear it? Ill tell you! The very first day the boy was there his nails were ripped out of their sockets before his fingers and toes were cut off! That was tame to some of the things i saw! Just in the previous year the boy was victim to the Cruciatus curse more times than i can count! It's a damn miracle that his mind isn't shattered beyond repair!" he yelled at the sadistic Tiberius Nott.

The court was floored. Four years of torture and the boy somehow wasn't broken? The boy had a will stronger than all of them combined! Murmurs were spreading throughout the entire court.

Cornelius smacked his gavel a few times and looked at madam Pomfrey.

"Madam Pomfrey. Give me a report of his Injuries."

"Yes Minister. Throughout the past few days i have ran every diagnostic spell i know of. His body is sad and grim. But not unsalvageable. He can still live. He needs time and rehabilitation. 37% of his body is covered in scar tissue. His fingers and toes have been cut off and regrown hundreds of times. If you will look at his nails." She said and the entire court looked at Oberon's fingers.

"His nails have been pulled out so many times that they simply grow back black now. I can fix it with time and potions, but his body is too weak for them right now. His hair is a pure white because of the stress from the torture." She said and gently lifted some of his hair for the court to see. "His hair was originally black." She exclaimed.

"His vocal cords have been cut out so he can't talk. His bones have been broken and regrown completely wrong. I can fix every problem on this list with time and potions except for the scars. They have been healed over already. Only time will allow them to fade."

"Thank-you Madam Pomfrey." Fudge replied.

"Please continue Moody."

Moody nodded. "Three days ago, he managed to escape through the pipe system. Considering torture is all he's ever known then it's understandable why he doesn't know our laws. The boy didn't even realize he was utilizing so much magic. He was subconsciously using it to make himself faster so he could escape! It's not the boy's fault!" Moody exclaimed heatedly. A few people started to exclaim about the boy. Some were afraid and said he should be executed because that much magic power should not be in the hands of a child, others were saying to throw out the court case.

Cornelius smacked his gavel down a few times.

"Order!" he said, and everyone shut up.

"Moody. You read through all of his memories. Tell me why I shouldn't have the boy killed and be done with it. It would obviously put him out of his misery, but more on the fact that he is an Obscurus! That black mist we saw that day is proof! Obscurials are very dangerous uncontrolled creatures!"

Moody was about to respond when he felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked down to see Oberon looking at him and pointing at his head. Moody read his mind.

[Will you tell the court what i would like to say?]

"The boy would like to speak to the court. But since he can't speak, I will speak for him, is that okay?" Cornelius just nodded.

Moody stared at Oberon for a few minutes before nodding.

"The boy says he has never had a problem with controlling his Obscurus powers. He would like to perform a demonstration with your permission to prove this fact."

"A demonstration? How am I supposed to know he won't simply kill us and leave once he "demonstrates" Fudge sputtered?

Dumbledore spoke up. "Cornelius, with all due respect, I am the strongest wizard alive. I am more than enough to protect you if anything goes wrong. The boy is also heavily weakened from his escape."

Cornelius sat in thought for a few minutes before reluctantly allowing Oberon to demonstrate.

Oberon slowly stood up from his chair, he stumbled a bit before catching himself on the chair. He held up his arm and used a partial shift into his Obscurus form. The arm turned into black misty fog and swirled around for a minute, before reforming into his arm.

Oberon sat back down so he didn't spend any more energy. He didn't know if he would need it later or not.

Dumbledore spoke up: "Cornelius. If I may propose a solution? The boy may attend Hogwarts to be under the watchful eye of me and three other selected aurors. That way I may keep an eye on the boy. There will of course be protections in place so other students will not be harmed. During the summer the boy will stay at Hogwarts with me. He will be kept under watch every minute of every day until proven trustworthy. I feel this is the most prudent solution as the boy deserves a chance at normalcy with all he has been through."

(A.n see what i mean? Oberon needs to attend Hogwarts for what i want to happen. But how the fuck am i supposed to do that? There is no way on god's green earth that they would allow an Obscurus to attend a school of children. This has given me so much trouble these past couple days. So please bear with the unrealistic happenings of this story and let it happen.)

Dumbledore said his piece and there were many protests. But many were also quiet, obviously thinking of the demonstration, and allowing their morals to be appealed to.

"Quiet!" Fudge said and smacked his gavel.

"We are at an impasse. There seems to be equal protests and agreements so we shall put it up to vote. All against letting the Obscurus attend Hogwarts?"

24 people raised their hands.

"All for?"

26 people raised their hands. Including dumbledore.

"Then it shall be so! The Obscurus is to attend Hogwarts to be under the watchful eye of Dumbledore and Three Aurors!" Fudge smacked his gavel down.

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(Yo, very weird and unrealistic chapter but it had to be done. Please do not crucify me!)