Hermione sat down. Her legs were aching; her hands were sore and her head pounded. The guards tied the chains around her, once they had finished she could hardly breathe, the chains were so tight. She squinted in the audience to see if she could see Harry, or Ginny, Mcgonagall, anyone she knew would do just fine, she had felt so alone the past few days after they caught her. She spotted Harry and Ginny; they were holding hands, Hermione almost smiled but then the judge appeared. It was an ancient looking man, with a long nose and long grey hair. The court stood. Hermione gulped,
'I didn't do it, I didn't do it…' she muttered to herself. She took a deep breath and the trial began.
1 month later
Hermione sat on the stone cold floor and shivered. She hated this place. It was always so dark and cold and the memories the horrible, scary memories, they never went away.
'Visitor time' said a man's voice.
There was a loud squeaky noise as the gate opened and a patch of light shone through. Hermione sighed as she got up. There was no point of visitor time, who would come all the way to Azkaban and face those horrible dementors just to see her! After all, they all believed she had done it, but she knew she hadn't, never would she have done that, never.
'Hurry up' said the same man's voice.
Hermione gave another sigh and got to her feet. She moaned as her feet stung with pain, she hadn't used them for so long that they were tired, out of use.
She stepped outside and felt that usual cold chill, but it was stronger outside, the dementors were nearer outside. She joined the queue. There were about fifty of them. Most of them were death eaters, She could see Lucuis Malfoy, he was standing with two other men who looked remarkably like the two huge boys that his son usually hung around with. Hermione continued to stare until she recognized them; they were Crabbe and Goyle's parents! She should have known, Hermione thought back to the time when Draco had found out his father had been sent to Azkaban, he had been so angry with Harry. As Hermione's thoughts drifted to Harry she felt a trickle forming in her eye, like it always did when she though of him, or Ginny or anyone else she once knew and cared for. Hermione blinked away her tears as she tried to forget about Harry. She focused on the person in front of her, studying their horrible shirt, she looked down at her own shirt, which was identical, just like everyone's, it was part of the horrible uniform.
The line moved forward and after an age Hermione finally got to the front. She waited for the man to say the usual, 'No visitors today' he had said the other two times there had been a visitor day.
'Table Number six, Granger,' He said.
Hermione looked up, a visitor! She had a visitor! The man gave her a card and she headed towards the door which led to table six. She felt excited for the first time since she had reached Azkaban. The dementor guarding the door hissed as she went by. Hermione shivered but held onto the thought of the visitor.
She spotted table six and hurried over. She could faintly make out a person sitting there, as she got closer she realised who it was, it was Harry! Hermione's hart leapt with joy as she smiled for the first time in ages.
As she sat down at the table she realised that Harry was not sharing her joy. His face was dirty and his hair stood up more than ever, his clothes were torn and looked old, he smelt as if he hadn't had a shower for days.
For a few seconds he just stared at her, like she was a complete stranger.
'Harry, I…' Hermione started, but she didn't know what to say. She wanted to tell him that she didn't do it, that she would never do anything like it and she wanted him to say he understood and that he knew that it wasn't her. They sat for another few seconds in complete silence.
'Why?' asked Harry, breaking the silence. Hermione looked up confused.
'Why?' Harry asked again.
'What…' started Hermione.
'Why?' Harry asked again. His voice was louder. 'Why did you do it Hermione? Why? What did he ever do to you? He was your best friend, your boyfriend! He loved you and you killed him!' he was practically shouting now.
'Harry I…' Hermione started again.
'You killed him Hermione! You killed Ron Weasley! My best friend, Ginny's brother, Mr and Mrs Weasley's son! How could you?' his voice was getting dangerously loud.
'I didn't do it Harry! I didn't! Never! Never would I have done it!' wailed Hermione
Harry stood up, towering over her. His eyes were filled with rage. 'Stop lying Hermione! I know you did it! Everyone knows you did it! The evidence was all there! The curse came out of your wand!' Harry screamed. Hermione had seen him angry before, but never this angry. Harry gave her one last dirty look and then turned and left. Hermione sat shocked for a few seconds. Then buried her head in her hands and sobbed.
