This idea wouldn't leave me alone, so here we go. This will be updated every other week, unless there is an amazing response.
I do not have a beta, all of these errors are mine. I wouldn't mind one though who will kick me up the ass to get me to update though!
"So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked
One maniac at a time we will take it back
You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start."
-Fall out boy.
I will only say this once, I do not own anything if I did, the world would have been very different.
Trials were rare these days, most death eaters got sent down without a second glance. This man wasn't branded but he was a wanted man, so why was he getting trail? No one really knew. There had been a request for a trail and once that request was in it had to be fulfilled. The need to fulfil these random cases were really beginning to put its toll on the few remaining ministry workers, it was a month since the war had ended so they had recruited a few survivors but it was getting difficult.
The tall man sat in the chair he was bound to, "Could we get on with this please." The gruff voice almost barked.
"Now, Mr Greyback," the words were coated in venom as they escaped Mafalda Hopkirks lips, "I was not the one who requested this trial, so please be patient."
A grunt left the werewolves lips before he looked down, bored of the full body bind he was being held in, they had adapted the spell so he could still talk but couldn't move, the binding to the chair was just for good measure.
"Now, Mr Greyback is here on trial today, we have evidence that he was involved as a death eater, and even before this was bought forward his name has been on our books for years, he is a 'savage werewolf and a convicted murderer' so it will take a lot to free him from our care." The witch described him as the ministry had been done on their wanted poster they had released not that long ago.
"I have a reason" Stepped forward was a heavily cloaked man, the person had discussed themselves for safety but all would be revealed.
"Then please, step down and let us hear it." Mafalda's voice didn't lighten up she just wanted Fenrir kissed. It was a sentiment she was sure she shared with many others in the room.
The cloaked wizard nodded, slowly stepping down and coming to stand beside Fenrir, no fear was clear on this stranger. He gave a nod to the werewolf before turning his attention back up to the jury.
"It has been bought to my attention that over the last two week you have passed a law, that within two years anyone over the age of eighteen must have produced at least one child." He started of as he began to walk up to the witches and wizards he was presenting himself to.
"This is correct, but what is your name." A wizard stepped up this time.
"My name is not important." The voice was almost on edge.
"Anyway, if Mr Greyback here could comply with that law, that in turn should effect his chances on being kissed."
"But who would want to reproduce with that!" This time it was Percy Weasley who stepped forward.
Ignoring the outburst the wizard continued.
"If he could comply he would be able to have his sentence released, correct?" The question was purely rhetorical as he continued before anyone could answer him. "So if my calculations are correct then Mr Greyback here could be freed so to say, yes he has done wrong but haven't we all? Even Hermione Granger killed in the war." He continued on looking up to the witch who was sat near Percy Weasley.
Hermione looked away at being mentioned keeping her hands in her lap.
"He killed before the war started! He kills for fun!" Spat an Auror, he wanted this man dead.
"So if one of you who are competent in maternal magic would like to step down, please do so as I would like the spell to be cast upon myself. A Maternal spell to show I am pregnant, and then a paternal to show that the child is in fact Fenrir Greybacks, I will go under veritaserum to show I gave consent also."
"Hermione, you are the strongest in this kind of magic." Kingsley Shaklebolt spoke up for the first time.
Reluctant about being put on the spot Hermione nodded regardless and slowly stepped down, "please remove your cloak sir." She tried to stop her voice from being blunt but she wanted this werewolf away for what he had done.
The wizard removed his cloak just enough to show the bare skin below, showing an already slightly swollen stomach.
The two spells were cast, the second drawing a gasp from Hermione. That was not to be expected. The man held her gaze a silent promise not to reveal his identity till it was needed.
"Yes, this man is pregnant. Four months along, and Fenrir Greyback is one of the fathers." Her voice was almost broken.
"Who is the other father?" Mafalda asked.
"It is not my place to say." Was all she managed before she quickly ran from the room. She was going to be sick.
Kingsley groaned this was not what he needed. " If no one else has anything else to add for his innocence please could you leave us in the room to deliberate.
The wizard pulled on his cloak casting a final look at the werewolf before he headed out of the room with the others that had just witnessed what had occurred.
Fenrir was taken from the room and placed inside a locked small padded room just next door, this place had really taken too much influence from muggles.
"This is an outrage!" Dawlish stepped forward his voice little more than a growl.
"The man deserves to know his child, despite what he has done." Arthur Weasley spoke up, earning several gasps. "Whoever that man is has done his research he knows what we can and cannot do, my guess its someone from inside the ministry."
"Arthur is right, regardless of what he has done, he has a right to know his child." Minerva spoke out though she seemed shocked to see the words coming out of her lips.
"Right, those in favour of over riding the law ad getting Fenrir kissed, raise your hands."
Two hands rose.
"Those in favour of fifteen years in Azkaban"
Seven hands rose.
"Those in favour of four years in Azkaban, then being worked in the ministry to repay his debt."
The rest of the hands rose.
It was sorted Fenrir Greyback was a free man, almost, as close as a heavily wanted man could get anyway.
"I will go allow the others to return." Arthur opened the doors with a flick of his wand and the fellow witches and wizards flooded back into the room with a murmur of conversation. The cloaked man went and stood by the chair of Fenrir as he was bought back in.
"We have come to the decision that Mr Fenrir Greyback will serve four years in Azkaban Prison, with allowed visits of his child once the child is over a year old. Though once that time is up he will have to serve ten years working for the ministry." Kingsley spoke out clearly.
Chaos erupted in the room.
"Sir, who are you?" Arthur Weasley asked as he came over to the wizard. Being this close the man still looked young, maybe around the age of his Ronald, certainly no older than the twins - no George. No older than George.
"All will be revealed soon enough, Mr Weasley. Thank you." The wizard thanked him with a small smile.
He pressed a kiss to Fenrir's temple as two Aurors came to take him, "I will be in to see you soon." Was all he promised before he walked away leaving the chaos behind him.