Just a fic about an OC.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything about Harry Potter except my OC.
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Cindy Jenkins sat on a bench outside a Ministry courtroom, hands and feet bound in taut knots. Tears streamed from her eyes.
"What did I do to deserve this?" Cindy asked herself, even though she already knew the answer to the rhetorical question.
She was a muggleborn. Or the more popular term, a mudblood. She had allowed herself to go to Hogwarts, be sorted into Hufflepuff and do magic. Apparently in the 1998 Ministry of Magic, this was a crime.
"Cindy Lou Jenkins!" a high-pitched voice called, sickeningly sweet.
Cindy let out a terrified sob, knowing what was coming. Two tall, black, and horrifyingly scary dementors seized her arms and dragged her into the courtroom.
When she was dropped in a chair, chains sprang over her wrists, forearms, and ankles. She looked unwillingly glanced upward.
There, in all her pink filled glory, stood Dolores Jane Umbridge. The twisted stout toad smiled, (or rather beamed in a highly disturbing way), down at Cindy.
"Cindy Lou Jenkins. You are brought before the court of the Ministry of Magic for these crimes: Stealing a perfectly viable pureblood warlock or witch's wand, calling yourself a witch, and using illegal and prohibited magic- since you are a muggle. Do you plead guilty to these horrid crimes?" The pink clad toad charged her with these completely untrue crimes, all the while simpering at her.
"No! I'm a witch! I can prove it!" Cindy retaliated, struggling against her bindings.
"Oh, that's fascinating dear! Now tell us, who did you steal this wand from?" Umbridge giggled, disregarding Cindy's previous comment.
"I didn't steal the bloody wand! It's mine. It chose me when I was but eleven!" Cindy bellowed at the old hag.
"Oh yes, we completely believe that incoherent nonsense, don't we Yaxley?" Umbridge screeched, her sweet façade slipping away.
Yaxley grinned. "Your scum, Jenkins, and scum lies."
"You're the scum, Yaxley! All of you are idiotic simpletons who know nothing about REAL MAGIC!" Cindy yelled, a shrill shriek coming from her mouth.
"Take her away THIS INSTANT!" Dolores screamed, her hefty face turning from red to purple in a period of seconds.
Cindy laughed angrily. "Oh sure! Take me away. Kill me, torture me, and take my soul, but you won't win. Harry Potter will SUCCEED!"
"GET HER OUT OF HERE NOW!" the 'Ministry Hag" screeched, her crocheted hat tumbling off her mousy brown hair, which was sticking up in several directions by now.
The dementors dragged Cindy to a different room. A dark one, with a small window near the very top.
Attempting to compose herself, Umbridge stalked over to the window. After hauling her stout figure on a step stool, she peeked in the window.
Dementors swarmed over Cindy's feeble figure, already lifting their torn hoods. Cindy screamed, and the dementor's kiss was given to the innocent muggleborn.
Umbridge smiled, sweet as honey as she watched the wisp of silver vapor go into a dementor's mouth.
"Isn't the feeling simply fabulous, Yaxley, when you know you've done something to benefit all wizards and witches?" Dolores chuckled slightly, walking off before Yaxley could reply.
Yaxley nodded slightly.
"One down, a million more to go,"
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