"Who speaks?" His voice echoed across the hall.

"I speak." He stepped forward as he spoke, moving closer to the throne.

"Who listens?" The man seated in the throne spoke again.

"I listen." Lanterns were lit as the crowd spoke, showing just how large it was.

"Who judges?" The first man spoke again, relaxing back into his throne.

"I judge." Five people stepped out of the crowd, their faces hidden.

"Who is judged?" He spoke once more, relishing his role.

"I am judged." The second man and his friend spoke.

"Who is punished?" That was my cue.

"I am punished." My voice rang out, sounding strong and defiant.

"So it shall be. Begin." He nodded at the second man, whose hair seemed to stand out in the crowd of black.

"I have done nothing wrong. I have not spoken to her," he gestured to me, "since your new laws were passed. I have twice seen him," he pointed at his friend, "talk to her, and I have heard reports of more conversations. It was through him that I discovered her hiding place. That is the truth," he paused, "My Lord."

I gasped. Not only did he hand me to the worst person, but he had abandoned everything he once stood for. A traitor to the Light.

"What is your judgment?" The man spoke to the judges.

"Both guilty." A woman's voice rang out. She stepped forward and removed her cloak.

Pansy Parkinson.

"Both guilty." A man's voice this time. He removed his cloak and stepped into the light.

Theodore Nott.

"Longbottom, guilty." Another man. He also removed his cloak as he moved forwards.

Blaise Zabini.

The fourth person stepped forwards. "Weasley guilty." She removed her cloak.

Millicent Bulstrode.

"A divided answer. Perhaps the last can make it fair." The man in the throne in the cloak nodded at the last shadow.

The shadow moved forwards, and to the side. They moved so that they were in front of me, blocking my view of the throne.

They faced Voldemort, the Dark King, and then stated quite clearly, "Neither guilty."

He removed his cloak, turned and released me from the chains preventing me from moving. He grabbed me around the waist, and quickly Apparated away, leaving a stunned crowd of Death Eaters behind.

I just got a glimpse of his hair as we landed, before passing out. My last thoughts were But that's not possible……


A/N: Next chapter soon. Who do you think it is? What will Voldemort do? Why did Ron turn to the Dark side? All will be revealed............ Eventually. Please R&R.

27/04/2010