Hello! I'm new here and that's my first story. It's just a sample chapter to see if anyone likes it. If you want me to seriously start writing this shit, send me a review or some shit and i'll get my ass working. otherwise i wont waste my time here and will write depressing songs and then proceed to burn them.:

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There was a young couple sitting on a stone bench in a dark corner of the Ministry of Magic. The girl had long brown bushy hair, slim figure, and a stupid look on her face, the look that only young people have when they are in love for the first time. The boy's face mirrored the girl's one perfectly. He had short hair the color of a freshly peeled carrot, freckles all over his face and was wearing a robe that looked like it used to be black.

They seemed to be cozily wrapped up in their little bubble of happiness.'What a shame'', professor McGonagall thought,'what a shame I have to walk up there and pierce it. She sighed and walked up to them with a serious face that could bring no good news.

Ron and Hermione were laughing, smiling and cuddling on the bench, and were so busy with each other that they hadn't noticed professor McGonagall standing less than a meter away from their love nest until she coughed a bit. They jumped away from each other, embarrassed about the position they were found in. As their red faces were looking at the floor, as it was the most interesting thing in the whole world, professor smiled and said No need to be ashamed, Ron, Hermione! You are doing the right thing. The war has been won and now is a right time to spend time with those whom we love and cherish. But, she continued with a more serious voice, I'm afraid I've got some news that will complicate our lives a bit. Would you be so kind and follow me? She said while turning, leaving no time for the confused couple to actually answer the question.

The old witch walked very fast and she skillfully avoided everyone in the crowded corridors. Ron and Hermione were not so used to walking in The Ministry and professor had to wait for them once every while. They walked past the courtrooms where they had med, and walked up the giant marble stairway. They've entered the main hall of the ministry, which was even more crowded than the rest of the hallways. They walked past the fountains and Hermione threw in a couple of coins. Ron looked at her with a oh come on, you believe that brings luck?' look, but Hermione shrugged, frowned and proudly said'What! It can't harm anyone, and it's donated to St. Mungo's anyway. Ron smiled and leant in to kiss her cheek. In the process they realized they' ve once again lost the sight of the new Headmistress. There was a crowd all around them and they were feeling kind of lost.

They hurried in a direction they thought was right and noticed her tall gray hat bouncing on the top of her head as she walked. They smiled and ran after her, what turned out to be a very hard job, regarding all the fancily dressed people crowding around them were sending them angry looks.

When they finally caught up with the professor, they were no longer in the spacious hall, they were now in a small corridor. It was still very well lit, but as they continued walking it started becoming darker and darker. The wooden floor had turned into stone one, and with fireplaces becoming rarer and rarer the temperature started to drop. Hermione started to shiver. She was starting to get tired from all this walking and al she wanted was to go back to the Burrow and cuddle with Ron. 'Where is this woman taking us?' she thought angrily. 'I hope it's something important! Doesn't she get that we were living in fear for the last year? I just want some peace and quiet and...

We're here. Mc Gonagall' s voice cut the flow of her thoughts. She looked up. They were now standing in the end of a corridor. The natural light was all gone, the only thing which allowed them to see was a lonely torch, which was burning with a weak flame. Hermione could barely see Ron's face. She wanted to use a Lumos to at least see what kind of door is in front of her, but to her surprise she found out that the spell just wasn't working.

'I see you noticed you can't use spells here' said McGonagall. 'Yes, this place is completely spell proof. We keep our most dangerous prisoners here, in this room, for here, they are nothing more than ordinary muggles. We keep them locked the old, muggle way, with keys and handcuffs. We realized that method would be the most efficient, for now it's only the physical force that counts.

Hermione looked at Ron with scared and surprised eyes. Why are they here? Why must they face those criminals?

''At the moment'', Mc Gonagall continued,'we keep only one prisoner here. I'm sure you know her.''

''Her? Hermione thought'That vicious criminal is a she?''

Ron was just standing there, his mouth opened in surprise. In his world, the war was over and forgotten, and he just couldn't manage to understand that criminals still exist.

''Now'', Mc Gonagall said, what you will see inside this room may shock you, but, it is essential that you two keep calm and quiet, and follow my orders.

Hermione never forgot what happened afterwards. Mc Gonagall unlocked the door, and in a dark circular room, filled with guards, there was a woman. Handcuffed to the stone wall behind her. Kneeling. Bleeding. Hurt and humiliated in every possible way. When the woman lifted her head, Hermione recognized those eyes. Eyes of a woman that scarred her for life. Eyes of a woman who killed so many people. Eyes of a woman whom she thought was long dead.

Kneeling among about a dozen armored men was Bellatrix Black.