Prologue:
It was still so surreal. We had won. It has been two years but still we had won and we were some what at peace. Sure there were still the rouges, the fighters. But they were easily taken care of or destroyed.
The trials had started over a year and a half ago. All the most dangerous and easiest to convict were tried first. They were given two options, to give names of others who were not so easily convicted, along with evidence to prove the conviction, or to receive a fate worse then death. Some would give fake names which only prolonged them receiving the horrible fate.
There were some, though very few, that avoided the prison sentence. Their part in the war did not warrant any crime though they fought for the wrong cause. But it wasn't an easy process to go through.
First there had to be a substantial proof that they did not kill anyone, next was the witness testimonies. If they had even one person on our side of the cause convinced that they are not a threat to society, then that person would need to divulge their story to convince the counsel that the person on trial was not a threat. Then they were placed in a home with a family or another person that had been on the right side of the cause. They would be required to take a course for one year, the person or family that housed them making sure that they complete their studies. At the end of the year if they did not pass the finale course and final evaluation they would be sent away and imprisoned like the others. If they passed the course then they would receive their wand back and be placed back into society. Their past charges being cleared so not to be held against them.
I stand looking up at the double doors in front of me. Beyond these doors was where a hearing was about to take place for someone that I knew, well someone I use to know. His and my story was nothing special but I was probably going to be the final verdict on whether or not he was going to be kissed by a Dementor. But with the way things had ended between him and I, I was not sure how I could face him.
"I can do this." I say to myself confidently. I open the doors and step into the circular room. I knew this room very well. I had been to many trials before. There was order in this court room, there was tragedies as well, even I they were criminals. But The Wizengamot was very strict on the new laws passed. I had seen how strict the laws were, the unpleasant feeling floating over me.
"First case of the day Wizengamot verses Malfoy." Say The Minster of Magic. I hold my breath, my heart rate increasing in anticipation of seeing him.