Courtroom 4: The Trial of Rydiger Von Heap

[Rydiger von Heap]

"I'm not denying I had a blackout, I'm denying that the Imperius Curse don't both take control over you and makes modifications on your memory, which is the case. That means it more to it."

Heap closed his eyes and dried some swet of his forhead.

"I also have some information to you and the other Aurors might be interested in, if it might help my case."

[John Dawlish]

I'm afraid there's a bit of confusion. Your response has not actually answered my question. But now you seem to be saying that the blackout has nothin to do with an Imperius Curse and now an Imperius Curse can't modify your memory AND take control of you at the same time, despite the fact that you stated earlier that you had been imperiused and both those things DID in fact happen to you?

:;Dawlish was now 100%sure that this man was guilty.::

[Rydiger von Heap]

"I have said that I first belived the blackout had a medical explanation, which it hadn't. And I did say that the Imperius Curse itself didn't have anything to do with the blackout, because the Imperius Curse just take control over you. I did never say anything of the unknown individual that placed it on me. So, the person who imperiused me would simply have to put in an Memory Charm or two to make me forget, but perhaps the caster was more skilled with Dark Arts than memory modifications, seen those branches of magic is quite different form each other. It is however the possibility that if I am the victim of a combination of the Imperius Curse, the Memory Charm and the Confundus Charm, which seems more and more likely for the minute, the Memory Charm was perhaps poorly preformed and in which case, I'm lucky not to have some kind of brain damage."

He stoped, as he remembered something.
The "I have information" thing was just to catch his attention. But now he remembered the pub he had met Rowle in. A well hidden pub that very few know of. It was actually randomly that he had found it too. At least, he did remember where it was and that he found it without much effort as he just fell down some kind of staircase and suddenly finding himself in the entrance. But why or how he cameon the thought of looking in the area of Knockturn Alley was as blank as some of his other memories.

"The Serpent..." he whispered slowly.
The pub was hidden away. Heap doubted no Ministery Offical except perhaps the Auror girl he had seen ever had set foot on the place, or even knew of it. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage?

"The Silver Serpent..."

[Baron Papanoida]

*Heap said something about not having had his brain damaged, but then followed it with inane rambling about snakes. It was difficult to know what he was trying to say. Perhaps a charge of insanity was in order.*

*He rose from his seat.*

I would like to question the initial decision to come to this country in the first place.

*He lifted some parchment.*

I have here some copies of the document Mr Von Heap handed to several members of staff here in an attempt to assert authority.

*He held on to one and passed the bundle on to those around him.*


International Magical Cooperation. Section 15-b, § 1.2

Each individual Ministry of Magic is responsible for hiding the presence of the magical community in their own country. Each Ministry is held responsible for, among other things, the control of magical beasts, curbing public displays of underage magic, and ensuring that magical games and sports are played without fear of discovery. And if, and only if, The International Confederation of Wizards has reason to belive that a magical community is going to fall into a series of events that will reveal the existence of the wizarding world, The Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards will be sent to the current location with with the authority to assist the current Ministry of Magic out of the problem. He or she will have a power that can only be surpassed by the Ministry's Minister for Magic.


Please make sure the Minister and Von Heap get one.

Now, I am familiar with the first section of the law, but the rest is poorly worded and seems to completely misjudge the role of the Supreme Mugwump.

[Rydiger von Heap]

The star from Baron did not fell on blind eyes, and Heap turned to him. "Have you ever heard of the Silver Serpent?"

"And for the law." Heap explained. "You see, after Mr. Fudge in his time as Minister refused to belive the return of You-Know-Who, the Confederation felt that he, you know, put the entire Wizarding Community of Great Britain in danger, and was afraid that if something similar happened again, it would possibly breake the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. So, since the Confederation has a great deal of influence in the International Magical Office of Law, we made a binding magical contract that the Mr. Fudge signed while being the Minister of Magic himself. And seen as it is a unbreakable binding magical contract, for at least fifty years until the agreement must be renewed, I come when the Confederation told me it was appropriate. As far as the agreement goes, the document stated that Fudge admitted he did a terrible mistake and that he wanted to secure the future of the Ministery by making sure it got help when seen necesarry. At least that's what I've been told, and the document stated, which is approved by both this Ministery, the Confederation and of course The International Magical Office of Law."

[Baron Papanoida]

*He rolled his eyes.*

You don't get to a position like mine without knowing a thing or two about Knockturn Alley.

I put to Mr Fudge. Do you recall signing this document?

[Rydiger von Heap]

"Really? I don't doubt you knowing the place, Have you heard of The Silver Serpent? It is a secret and well hidden pub in Knock Turn Alley. It is located beneath the store called Borgin & Burkes, A large well known for selling Dark Arts effects. But have you ever been there? the Silver Serpent is the Important trace. I suggest you and the Aurors gets an search warrant to take a look. It's where I met Rowle the first time, so it seems likely to be a secret meeting place for Dark Wizards as the Death Eaters and the like. If you know the place, why isn't it shut down?"

[John Dawlish]

::Heap really punched his buttons. No one questions the enforcement by the Ministry.::

How dare you question our authority! The acts and missions of the Law Enforcement office is none of your concern Mr.Heap. In fact, talk of it has no place in this trial. We are the ones questioning you. Don think you have the same privilege.

[Rydiger von Heap]

"How dare I question your authority? Excuse me, Mr. Dawlish, but this is not about question authority, it is about me suggesting you take a look on a place, and do what every one else does when it is something they don't know, ask for an answer. That's all. And it's up to you guys to if you decid to answer or not. And I would prefer if you lowered your voice if you would be so kind? It's not necesarry to shout at me."

[Rufus Scrimgeour]

*He held his forehead in his palm.*

Mr Von Heap. As you were once apparently Head of the German Law Office, I should like to think you would know the etiquette of trial.

You are not here to question the court or put suggestions to them. You are here to explain yourself of the actions you are charged with.

Now, are there any more questions, from the court?

[Rydiger von Heap]

"I have already explained what happened. All I can do now is to wait for the court to either choose to see the truth and believe it, or come with more questions to get me to explain myself further and then see the truth, or transfer me to Germany as you were legally obligated to do in the first place after discovering that I was sent by the Confederation and not the German Ministery."

He said and leaned back in the chair. "I have already told you that I'm not a murderer. Okey, I've might be a jerk, but not dangerous unless I'm cursed with Dark Magic. That's the truth and that's what I both must and can relay on."

"Mr. Malfoy, you are kind of my lawyer, what do you make out of my explanation?"

[Lucius Malfoy]

*He had been stood back, a little out of sight and was slightly taken by surprise at being called to. He stepped forward. Aware that the Minister had asked the court to speak and Heap was again taking his own initiative to try to turn things his way, Lucius attempted to stay civil.*

If I may Minister.

*He paused and bowed his head graciously.*

As it is painfully clear for all to see, Mr Heap may be greatly gifted with his capacity for constructing copious words, but the coherency can be quite another thing.

It seems to be, in my conversations with him that due to the unfortunate series of events involving a number of hexes and curses, his mind has become quite addled, leading to not having a particularly clear understanding of what happened himself. It is merely his own keenness to impress and satisfy which leads him to offer the numerous possible explanations for what could have transpired.

I am sure he apologises for any confusion caused.

*Off the top of his head, he was quite pleased with his attempt to tidy up the mess.*

[Rydiger von Heap]

Look at Lucius and nodds. "Well spoken, Mr. Malfoy."

[Rufus Scrimgeour]

Thank you Mister Malfoy, your input is appreciated but at this time I wish to hear questions from the court.

*He gave Heap an irritated glance. The fool seemed to have not even the slightest idea of the position he was in or its seriousness.*

[Cornelius Fudge]

*Sighs, having always been on good terms with Lucius, and hopes that Heap won't destroy his old friend's reputation*

Mister Malfoy, it is quite abundantly obvious that Mister Von Heap has what my mother calls the "gift of the gab", but his circumlocution and excessive verbosity leads me to believe that he is trying to avoid the questions posed to him.

*Frowns, and faces the Minister for Magic*

Minister Scrimgeour, I move that we hold Heap in contempt, and deliberate on the evidence given, rather than the flimsy defence he has constructed. The longer we allow him to ramble, the more chaotic this trial becomes, and I for one am becoming weary of listening to his babbling. His explanations are at best tedious, at worst like the elaborations of a poor liar.