I shouted fiercely at the red head wizard, “Stop it! He’s not doing anything wrong!”

I closed my eyes, hoping I would be able to sleep without thinking one thought about Charlie Weasley
 

  “Brilynn!” His voice was louder this time, but where was he?

 
Suddenly, I heard a noise come from outside, and my fire was now extinguished. I swallowed, drawing my wand even though it was no use. The countless torture I’d endured for years had repressed my magic so much that it was worth nothing now. I glanced around, asking nervously, “Who’s there?”

Sometime later, the metal bars creaked as my cell door was opened. An auror spoke sternly, “Brilynn Lestrange, the time has come for your hearing with the Ministry.” 

 
My voice barely came in a whisper, “Charlie.”