Trinity: omniverse traveling cat 61 the slumber of the beas

Alex was lead out of the courtroom in an adjacent room where he was snapped on suppressing magic cuff and his wrist and feet, the two linked in chains and rounding around his waist. He was muzzled before levitating, leaving not a single chance to attempt something. Under the watchful gaze of those twenty Aurors, he was directly lead to the apparition point to be evacuated to the shore of the sea.

The large group appears, in front of a desolate boathouse. It was only now that he learn that it was still in the infancy of the morning. Moody limp rapidly in the house while they lead him inside the end of the house facing the sea. In it, three wooden boats were waiting.

He was seated in the middle of them and flanked with four Aurors and the boatman. On each side, two other teams of four were pointing their wand at him as they start the long travel.

Fives hours later, the air has already turned cold and the sky heavily clouded, threatening them with a bone soaking rain. In the distance, the menacing dark tower could be seen, blacks specks littering the upper part of the triangular edifice of doom.

The effect of the Dementors was clearly felt by all, dimming the light in the eyes of all, some of the news Aurors could barley support the strain and were showing a distracting sight as their wands lower unconsciously, while they cower a little more by each passing second. Of all, the only still straight one where the boatmen, Moody and Alex. The firsts because of years of exposures and the last unaffected after passing easily decades in a far worse place.

When he sees the boy posture, Moddy couldn't help but click his tongue at the waste of such talent. The boy has survived ten Aurors without a scratch before being able to escape those blasted spiders, riding a broom in freezing weather shirtless before taking down four more Aurors and a werewolf at the age of eleven for merlin shake! When he sees that the Dementors still hadn't any hold this near when Aurors start to flatter he was disappointed at what they became after the war, only sinking deeper and deeper each year.

Half an hour later, they finally made their way to the island, where a committee was already waiting. Wanting to finish with this the fastest possible, they made their way inside the warden room. They received a Dementor's repelling medallion while Moody takes him to strip down and wear his prisoner garb.

When he sees the bracelet at his wrists he looks at him.

"That too boy, your not allowed to bring something with you."

"Can't do, not without severing my hands, their binding charms on them, family magic."

The experienced Aurors frown at this, and after a good twenty or so attempts to take them off, he could and slap the cuffs and let them on.

The next half-hour climb was followed by ever-rising screams, they soon arrive at the highest floor, the house of convicted Death Eaters.

"What do we have here? Are you bringing a new friend?" The voice of the sanest witch in this hell hole responds, proving the badly damaged mentality of any others when Bellatrix Lestrange seems the sanest around.

"New friend alright, you will surely love the boy, Lestrange" Gurffly responds Moody, attracting the attention of the warden.

"Speaking of this, how came for an eleven-year-old to be sent at Azkaban under this heavy security?"

If he wanted his word to be discreet, the following strange silence that follows tell otherwise, as the permanent residents aware enough to understand them made silence, waiting for the response. Moody knows what would follow and didn't want to respond, but one of the Auror has lost a friend in yesterday's event, thus he was angry, letting pieces of information he shouldn't, slip.

"The little shit killed eleven Aurors!" Say him, before readying a strike at the back of Alex's head, the warning of Moody came too late.

"Ridges, don't!"

But it was too late, because of the heavy security, Moody was relegated to the external of the security circle around Alex, making his reaction fall short because of the human wall all around him. Seeing the blow came from the corner of his eyes, he evades it by a hair, gripping the Auror robe by the sleeve with is teeth and yank on it. Unbalanced by the sudden pull, the Auror falls toward the ground, and Alex before any could react, the latter ripped the man's throat apart with his teeth in a single bite, splattering the surrounding socked Aurors with the man blood gushing out of the sectioned carotid.

The smell of blood rouses the lethargic prisoners when they see that it was an Auror, they strike their cell bars while yelling, exited. Alex was shoved in his own rapidly while the rest of the task force was trying to save the man's life but the damage was done and he succumbs a few seconds later.

Knowing that it will only be worst the most they stay theirs, Moody leads the group out with a levitating corpse behind them, still leaking blood. Alex split the chunk of flesh through the bars before melting in the shadow of his cell.

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While he was taken away, the majority of the ones present in the courtroom rejoice, Fudge immediately fly to the gathering journalists. He was soon boasting at a swift and well-deserved justice, that England stood tall against crimes, the habitual bullshit only aimed at boosting his popularity. Those of the dark side were relieved to be able to get rid of an ever-growing threat and once James Potter skips out of the courtroom with a bill in hand.

While it wasn't the same amount he lost to the kid, it will do the Potter vaults great good and let them step out of poverty, leaving the man unaware of the actual sums he was drained by the boy. So after a short time for the reporters, he made his way to the Atrium and Floo to the leaky cauldron and to the Alley.

Like any Wizard, he directly goes for the nearest free goblin, stating an important business and order for a meeting with his account manager. Unaware or unwilling to put in his eye the angry snarl of the goblin, he was lead in a twenty minutes tour of the goblins corridor before introduced to the very goblin he was looking for. Without any greeting of any kind, he slaps the bill on the desk.

"I came here for you to retrieve what is mine from the boy account!" Ignoring the man, he looks at the bill and raises an eyebrow at the name.

"What happens?"

"The boy had just been convicted by the Wisengamot, won't see the light for the next 68 years." Say a grinning Lord, feeling quite generous after this victory and being free of the boy.

He mistakenly takes the large bloodthirsty smile of the goblin for a mutual feeling. Without a word the goblin takes the set of stationery on his desk, writing a short missive before calling for a goblin to come.

When the messager hears the destination of say letter, he pales before bolting out of the way, already sweating that he was delivering the letter too late. He reappears four minutes later with a response. Headcrusher smile grows even more for a second before he nods at the goblin who hastily exit the office.

"I'm afraid that its impossible, Lord Potter."

The smiling face of the man immediately crumbles as he slaps his hands loudly on the desk and yells.

"What?! That inadmissible, your bank in under treaty with wizards, you are oath-bound to accept this bill!" He barely finishes before realize that the tips of five goblin swords were ready to separate his head of his body.

Headcrusher rises from his seat and looks darkly at the now kneeling man.

"We don't take threats very well Lord Potter, I will pass on this affront for once but it will be the last. The next time you dare to raise your hand or threaten us in our wall, your blood will water the steel of Gringotts. As for your previous claim, Gringotts is unable to please it as the one know as Alexander Daren Evans doesn't possess vaults at Gringotts."

"That impossible! He receives gold from my vaults, not four months before!"

"While it was indeed the case, he never leaves it in our care, as long as this gold isn't in handled with another bank, he is free to do what he wants with it, and he retrieved the complete amount of those same bills."

With a wave of his hand, James Potter was dragged out of Gringotts by its security guard under the eyes of all present in and out of the bank. A few minutes later, an employee of the Ministry will submit the same fate when he came for the same thing.

While this was happening, the now returned reporters were racing against time in order to include those last news in the morning edition of Daily Prophet in a special page, soon rejoin by the news that Lord Potter and the Ministry emissary where booted out of Gringotts, unable to reclaim the sums has the boy never leave his gold under goblins care.

That news would send an uproar not only on the island but in the world. Contrary to England, not a small number of magical communities would agree with the words of the boy throw in the worst prison know of wizards. Once again Britain became the laughing stock of the entire magical world, as this time, the Ministry wasn't able to edit the news before they were released.

True to their world, the Evans elves stay in Hogwarts in order to keep an eye on the two girls and those that have wronged their House, awaiting their master return to unleash their fury.

Chapter end