He quickly exited the room, cast a Notice-me-Not charm on himself and removed the cloak.
Quickly checking himself over to ensure all was as it should be, he stepped back through the doors, deactivating the Notice-me-Not and activating other charms that were on stand-by at the time.
First, Harry let off a charm that had the first riff of the brass band version of 'Hail to the Chief' blare out as he, taking reasonably long strides, strode into the room. He held his head high.
What those in the room saw when they focused their gazes on him, drawn to him by the blaring trumpets, was the missing Lord Peverell quite outlandishly dressed. He was dressed in pure white old-fashioned closed robes with near-neon coloured and completely animated fireworks going off in the embroidery, covering the entire set of robes. On his head was a narrow-brimmed conical hat with the peak tightly 'rolled' forward and down. On his feet were white wizarding slippers, which just peeked out from under the hem of his robes as his feet scissored back and forth as he strode. The only non-colourful part of his dress was the two crests on his breast signifying him to be the Lord of the twin Houses of Peverell and Potter.
The entire chamber had gone silent as he entered. It could have been due to the blaring of the trumpets, his outlandish dress, simple shock or any combination of the three. Either way, they remained silent as he walked forward.
Focused only on Bones, who looked back at him in gaping shock, he lightly smirked at her when her monocle dropped out of her eye socket. And came to a stop slightly forward of Dumbledore.
"Ameeeellia, my dear guuuurrllll!" he cheerily called, clearly mocking Dumbledore.
"How wuuun-derful to see you!
I'm suuuurre you'll excuse me for being a condescending tool by not addressing you by your rightful title. I am, after all, Alby-Walby Above-the-Law Dissemblemore, Headjob of Pig Pimple School of Prankcraft and Trickery, Dictatorial Head of the Order of the Flaming Flamingo, Leader of the Bright!"
Using a hidden rune in the cuff of his off-hand sleeve as he spoke, suddenly his hat unfurled straight up on the word 'bright' and, as the red pom-pom on top appeared to rattle a little, it actually gave the sound of a loud raspberry. Then it immediately rewound down and tight. In an imperious and condescending tone he added, "You may... genuflect!"
That had quite a few in the Members' tiers start snorting and snickering; though they also tried to muffle it.
Appearing almost as an after-thought and before the chamber could recover from its collective shock Harry raised his right hand flicked it about the room saying, "Wandless compulsion charm... Wandless compulsion charm... Wandless compulsion charm." That had a few, especially in the Members' tiers, snap out of their shock and draw their wands for a quick scan of themselves.
"Really, Lord Peverell," snapped Bones, one of those first to scan themselves... and come up clear.
"Now, Ameeeelia; you can call me... Dictator Dissemblemore," he returned before pointing a finger at his eyes. "Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle."
That earned him a few more snickers and a quick, short burst of laughter.
"I, of course, demand...
sorry... insisty-wisty you address me by my proper title while I address you by your first name, just so you understand that I am superior to you," he said. "Of course, I also address you as 'my dear girl' to further cement within your minds that you are an innocent child to my wise and more powerful adult self."
That earned him a few angry exclamations. That's when he turned to look at Dumbledore. "Al-bus!" he mock-exclaimed. "My deeeeeear boooooyyy! It appears you have managed to finally get yourself... arrested!"
One of the Members gave an explosive snort of amusement before he started giggling.
Giving an overly-dramatic gasp of shock, Harry ignored it and asked, "Gasp!... Alby?... Have you gone... dull?!"
That had the giggler start laughing. Quite a few were now snickering and snorting in amusement.
"It's you who is dark, Peverell," the old man practically snarled back.
"I can't be dark, Albie-my-boy," Harry condescendingly returned. "For I am the leader of..." striking a heroic pose, "The bright! While you, Albie..." Then gestured at the chained older man. "The gold of the prisoner's chains just do not go well with the muted fuchsia, Albie-old-boy."
That earned him a few more snickers, chuckles and giggles from the Members as Dumbledore spluttered in near choleric anger.
Turning his attention to the gurney, Harry looked at the again unshrouded face of Riddle, held his left hand up as if cupping under a skull and said, "Alas! Poor Tommy; for you knew him... Albus."
"Lord Peverell!" barked Madam Bones; the only one, besides Dumbledore, who didn't seem amused by Harry's antics.
Immediately adopting a choir-boy-like expression, even if it was ruined by the slight smirk on his face, Harry looked back and asked, "Yes, Ameeeelia?... my dear giiirl?"
"Stop that!" she snapped back. "Oh?" he asked, still smirking. Indicating Dumbledore he said, "Old Albus, here, behaves like a condescending tool all the time. Don't you, Albus?" Then he immediately ignored the man, deliberately denying him a response, as he turned back to Bones. "I figured everyone let him get away with it because he supposedly earned the Order of Merlin, First Class. Since you're trying to hang the same award around my neck... I also figured it was alright to behave with the same condescending attitude he constantly employs with all of you."
"No!" barked Dumbledore. "You can't give him an Order of Merlin... not even Third Class! I'm telling you, Voldemort will be back!
"This is a trick by the dark... probably some plan dreamed up between Voldemort and Peverell... to lull people into a false sense of security! They want everyone to believe Voldemort is dead so the light becomes easy pickings." That little diatribe stunned everyone.
Harry was one of the first to recover, gave a snort and said, "Wow, Alby my dear boy! For your upcoming trial I see you're going for the mentally incompetent strategy. Can't say I blame you. With the wealth of evidence mounting against you, I think it's your only viable option."
"I am not losing my mind!" snap/growled the old man.
"More dissembling, Albus?" asked Harry. "I didn't say 'losing your mind', I said 'going for the mentally incompetent strategy'.
"Even though you near-constantly go with the fake wise old... and dottery... grandfather schtick you've had going on for years, I do not believe you're losing your mind. Your ability to constantly give an answer that isn't an answer, but is rather a one-off statement that gives the appearance of an answer, is truth enough of that!"
"Gentlemen!" snapped Bones, cutting in when it appeared Dumbledore was going to snarl something back at Harry.
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