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A/N: See the end of chapter

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Summary: Harry Potter has thrived in Westeros for almost a millennium and rarely intervenes in the events that shaped the world, but with an invite to King's Landing for the wedding of King Joffrey and Lady Margaery, he might not be able to help it. The Only King of Braavos, has returned and he will change the rules of the game of thrones.

Chapter 5: And the Trials They Face

The morning of the trial was cold. It had been so long since Harry had truly experienced a chill, mainly because he had spent most of the last hundred years in countries that winter did not touch. Strangely it reminded him of London.

Harry was standing in a chamber off to the side of the throne room, waiting to be announced. From what he had learned about the Queen's plan for the trial, the first string of witnesses would appear and testify against Tyrion and then, after a short break, he would speak before ending with a witness that was said to guarantee the guilty verdict. The short break was nearly over and Harry was ready to be done with this trial.

A hand gripped his shoulder and the wizard turned quickly with a curse on the tip of his tongue, only to stop when he saw who had touched him.

Jaime Lannister stood in front of him in the white cloak of the King's guard. He looked stricken and tired, no doubt worrying for his brother. "Can I help you, Ser Jaime?" Harry asked.

The man took a step back and looked him up and down before letting out a dry chuckle. "I do not think I have ever seen you look so much like royalty!"

And it was true, Harry was dressed up like a ruler. It had been Tyrion's idea, but also Lady Olenna had made it clear that if he wanted to be treated like a King in the capital then he would have to behave like one which meant dressing up as one as well.

He was wearing an emerald tunic with gold stitches that was designed into a golden phoenix that covered most of his chest. Around his shoulders was a gold cloak, that sparkled and shimmered in the light from the surrounding torches. The crown on his head was not the band that he had worn at the wedding, but instead a gold crown that was raised into seven points with a glittering emerald on top. Each point was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, with a triangle to symbolize the cloak, a line to symbolize the elder wand and the circle to symbolize the resurrection stone.

Harry gave a grin that almost looked like a grimace before responding, "I am sure you did not come here to tell me that I look like a king." Twitching his fingers, the rubies, diamonds and of course emeralds sparkled in the light, all but one that seemed to be just a dark stone. "Why did you seek me out?" he asked.

The Golden Lion leaned forward and said gently, "I love my brother. I do not want to see his head on a spike. I would much rather have him spend the rest of his days whoring and drinking until he dies in his sleep at a nice old age. I know he did not kill Joffrey."

"I do as well, and I will promise you that I will do everything in my power to try to save his life. He will not die for something that he did not do."

The knight stared into his eyes for a moment longer before bowing his head in gratitude. There was a brief knock on the door to signal that it was time to enter.

Jaime bowed his head once more and slipped down the hall to enter closer to the Iron Throne. Harry watched him go with narrowed eyes, curious about the man that wanted him to save his brother. Shrugging, he sighed and waited for the doors to open.

Once they did, there was silence at his appearance besides the soft click and clack of his heeled boots upon the smooth marble floor of the throne room.

Tyrion looked thin and tired, chained to a chair in the center of the room. Lords and Ladies from all over the Seven Kingdoms were sitting in rows along each side of the huge room. Oberyn, Lord Tywin and Lord Tyrell were standing at the front of the room.

Despite the fact that his son was on trial for the murder of his grandson, Lord Tywin did not look anything other than impassive, as if the decision of his son's fate did not rest on his shoulders. The man instead, gave a short bow and took his seat on the Iron Throne.

As Harry walked, the shadows in the corner of the room slinked into suits of armor with swords that gleamed in the light of the torches. Two guards appeared in front of him and two behind him.

Finally he stopped before the judges and beside Tyrion. The dwarf looked at him with grateful eyes and seemed to grow taller when Harry gave him a nod in acknowledgement.

Turning his head toward the Queen Regent, Harry noticed that she would not look into his eyes. No one here seemed to truly want to gaze into his eyes besides Tyrion and it reminded him of a time so long ago, when he was in the dwarf's place and the one person he had looked to for comfort had avoided his eyes.

"Interrogators: Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minster. Court Scribe, Percy Ignatius Weasley - "

" - Witness for the defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," said a quiet voice from behind Harry, who turned his head so fast he cricked his neck.

Dumbledore was striding serenely across the room wearing long midnight-blue robes and a perfectly calm expression. His long silver beard and hair gleamed in the torchlight as he drew level with Harry and looked up at Fudge through the half-moon spectacles that rested halfway down his very crooked nose.

The members of the Wizengamot were muttering. All eyes were now on Dumbledore. Some looked annoyed; two elderly witches in the back row, however, raised their hands and waved in welcome.

A powerful emotion had risen in Harry's chest at the sight of Dumbledore, a fortified, hopeful feeling rather like that which phoenix song gave him. He wanted to catch Dumbledore's eye, but Dumbledore was not looking his way; he was continuing to look up at the obviously flustered Fudge.

And the man had not looked at him. He had not looked at Harry for nearly nine months. It had been one of the most confusing and stressful year of his life, only beaten by his first year in this new world.

He remembered the fear he had felt and was glad that he was there for Tyrion.

Pulled out of his thoughts, Lord Tywin stood from the Iron Throne and gazed down at him and it was in that moment that Harry truly could see how alike the Lord Hand and his youngest son were.

"King Harry of Braavos, you are here to testify for Lord Tyrion Lannister in the crime of regicide. What do you have to say in his defense?"

The wizard gave him a grin and said, "I am here for Lord Tyrion, yes. But I am not the one who will be testifying on his behalf."

There was a gasp throughout the crowd and Tyrion looked at him with hurt and confused eyes. Harry ignored the look and once again turned to gaze to the royal family. While Tywin looked confused, Cersei still would not meet his eyes and Jaime stared past him as if he was in a different world.

"Then who will be testifying on his behalf, your grace?" the Hand asked almost sarcastically, though it was only noticeable if you were looking for the change in the tilt of his voice. Lord Mace Tyrell gave a little chuckle and Tywin turned his eyes to the man, who then seemed to choke in embarrassment.

Oberyn glanced at the two men beside him before rolling his eyes and turning to Harry. He gave him a little grin and said, "Please, King Harry, continue."

Bowing his head slightly in agreement, the Master of Death pulled one of the rings off his finger and removed the black stone from its holding. He stared into the dark abyss that was the Resurrection Stone before lifting his chin and staring at the Queen.

He did not speak until she met his gaze, and once she did, he said, "Joffrey Baratheon, son of Cersei Lannister," three times and threw the stone in the air.

Before it hit the ground, the spirit of the previous king appeared before him. He looked like the same boy that had died on his wedding, with his purple face and lips and a golden crown on his head. The crowds were all standing and pointing at the previous king and Tyrion was staring in horror, but with a gleam of humor in his mismatched eyes.

Lady Margery let out a loud wail and crumpled to the floor in a dead faint. Several guards and servants rushed to her and all eyes turned to watch her brother scoop her up and carry her out of the throne room.

But it was Cersei that Harry could not turn away from. She was shaking and her green eyes were riveted to her son's form. Standing partially up from her throne-like chair, her thin fingers reached for her son and a sob nearly escaped her throat.

"Joffrey?" she asked with confusion and joy staining her voice, but the boy king did not turn to her; instead, his eyes were riveted to the Stranger that stood behind him.

After a moment, Tywin Lannister stood from his seat quickly and placed his hand on the sword at his side. "What is this trickery?" he asked in a booming and powerful voice.

"I did not bring him back from the dead, Lord Hand. I merely summoned forth his spirit from where it resides after death. He will be the one to tell you of Tyrion's innocence," Harry responded.

The previously murdered king turned at last to face the court that was adjourned for the trial of his own murder. His eyes looked hollow and held none of the viciousness that they had once been known for.

Harry watched the faces of the crowd before him. Some stared in confusion, others with fear and some with shock; however, none gazed upon the boy with joy besides his mother.

"King Joffrey, you have been brought from death to testify on your murder. Do you know who killed you?" he asked.

The Queen sank into her seat with tears streaming down her face as it was once more brought up that her son had not returned to her.

The golden haired boy glanced over his shoulder to catch Harry's eye, but it was the woman in black, the shadow that only the dead and its master could see, that held his gaze. With a shudder he responded, "I do not know who killed me."

Tywin's grip on his sword tightened before he turned his bright green eyes to Harry's emerald ones. "If he does not know then why bring him forth? What are you playing at, wizard?" he asked.

Ignoring the jibe at the lack of his true title, he merely glanced at the man and continued speaking to the previous king, "You were poisoned, Your Grace. Tyrion Lannister is accused with the crime of killing you. Did the dwarf commit the act that so many had failed to do so before?"

It was misleading, but the King of Braavos wanted the boy to admit that it was not possible and despite being but a shade of his true self, Joffrey Baratheon would never admit to being outplayed by the one person he had hated most in the world.

The previous king let out a loud guffaw, "The imp demon could never succeed at killing me. He is a weak spineless fool that has no power, no control over me or mine. It would take true power to slay a king and my uncle is far from powerful."

Tilting his head, Harry continued, "But you pointed to him before your death, King. Why point at him if it was not to accuse him?"

"I did not point at the demon monkey!" he nearly yelled. "I pointed at the woman in black," Joffrey said with a shudder.

"A woman in black?" asked his grandfather.

"The Stranger came for me. She reached out to touch me and I could not deny her. She is death and she cannot be denied," he responded in a whisper.

The crowds broke out in gossip and shock, some stared fearfully at Harry and more than one woman fainted in the stands.

"King Joffrey, let us stay on track. Did Tyrion ever show any sign of planning on killing you?"

The blond haired teenager let out a scoff, and said, "Once, at the Battle of Blackwater. He wanted to send me out to the front lines! I knew it was a plan to have me killed by my enemies without casting blame upon himself."

Harry winced at that and glanced quickly at Tyrion, who was avoiding his eyes. No doubt he was feeling bad for not informing Harry of that particular act.

Lord Tywin leaned forward in his seat and asked the spirit, "So it is possible that you were murdered by Lord Tyrion?"

Joffrey let out a sneer at Tyrion before he caught the gaze of the Stranger who was pacing back and forth behind the wizard and the dwarf. Ripping his dull green eyes from her sparkling green ones, he turned back to his grandfather.

"He would not be able to do it without help," he said eventually.

Lord Tywin let out a noise of disbelief and asked, "And who exactly would help him? His wife?"

"Never! That shewolf was pathetic and weak ever since she arrived in Kings Landing. It would have to be someone who was powerful! I would not be dead otherwise."

"And who do you think helped your uncle, your grace?" asked Lord Tyrell.

The boy looked around the room before his eyes landed on Harry, whose own eyes narrowed. The former king raised his hand and in an eerie sort of way mimicked the last moment before his death and pointed his finger at Harry.

After a few more questions, the court adjourned for supper and Joffrey was sent back to the place where people like him go to after death. Harry was sitting with Lord Tyrion sipping on wine and nibbling on cheese while the court dined in a separate hall.

Once they were alone, Tyrion looked up at the wizard and said softly, "Thank you for trying to help, my King. But I doubt that Joffrey's testament will make a difference. My father will dismiss it as an illusion."

A little bit of wine dribbled down Harry's chin and he hastily slopt it up with the end of his cloak. Setting his glass down, the wizard was about to speak when Ser Jaime entered the throne room at a dead sprint.

"Brother!" he yelled out as he came to a halt beside them.

"Jaime? What is it?"

The knight took a deep breath and glanced at Harry before dismissing him in order to respond to his brother. "Father said that he will allow you to accept the Black and go to the Wall if you plead guilty! It is better than him taking your head."

"But he is not guilty," said Harry.

The knight turned to him and anger briefly flashed in his green eyes. "I know! But he will get the guilty verdict regardless. My father and Lord Tyrell have already decided that he would be guilty. They will see him dead before they let him regain any power in King's Landing."

Tyrion let out a sigh and buried his head into his hands. Letting out a frustrated roar he tried to stand, only to have the chains that were connected to his wrists pull him back down. The fall seemed to take his anger and his strength. "I will die either way brother. The Wall was not made with me in mind and I shall no doubt perish there if I even made it. No doubt our lovely sister will see me dead on the roads before I ever reached it."

Harry shook his head. "This is not fair. You are innocent. The people have seen that even the man you were accused of murdering did not believe that you had done it."

"No, they believe that he did not do it alone," interrupted Jaime. "My father knows that they cannot accuse you. No cell could keep you and no army could stop you from leaving. Instead they will claim that Tyrion had help but still committed the crime."

"Not all of us are as infamous, King Harry," Tyrion said after a bitter laugh. "Not all of us can vanish from one city, only to reappear in another miles away within the same day. Not all of us have magic that can summon forth an army. Not all of us cannot die."

Harry leaned back in his chair and looked away from the brothers who seemed content with ignoring him in favor of discussing what to do in order to protect the dwarf on his journey to the Wall.

"What if you could vanish?" he asked suddenly.

Jaime and Tyrion turned to him with confused expressions. Harry let out a little tipsy giggle despite only having one glass of wine. "What if you could leave Lord Tyrion? Vanish and reappear in another city within the same day? Would you do it?"

Tyrion glanced at his brother and then considered the wizard's words. "Well… yes. I suppose so. Though I do not know how much I will enjoy being away from the games of court. It will be a hard adjustment, but far better than death. What do you have in mind?"

Grinning, Harry responded with a not-so-crazy idea and hoped that the brothers would agree to it.

Sooooo umm yeah… Sorry for the late update and short chapter! I have been so caught up with trying to play out this scene that I have neglected this chapter. But at last I have found a way to move on with the story and while I will have to change some of the chapters that I have already written I am pleased with what I came up with.

Thank you to all who have stuck by waiting for this chapter to come up! I am so thankful to everyone who has commented, followed and favorited this story. It is an honor.

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