(A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time out of you day to read my fanfiction! I really do appreciate it! Please tell me how I did, I want you hear all of your honest opinions!
DISCLAMER: I do not own the Harry Potter series, all credit for the original idea goes to J. K. Rowling.
PLEASE READ: There is error on this page, where it says. ""," the minister started," it is suppose to say, ""Mr. Brocklehurst," the minister started," but for some reason I cannot fix it, sorry about that.)
"Order! Order!" The head minister of magic called, a few small sparks flew from his wand to try and get the attention of all the other council. Soon, the chattering and whispers died down till there was nothing but silence. He cleared his throat and then began. "Terry Augustus Stitches." The head minister addressed the pale thin man in the black bared cage in front of him. "You have been charged with the felony of murder, following the dark lord, and baring the dark mark along with the title of Death Eater, how do you plead?"
The man named Terry just kept his face down and hidden. He was being prodded by the many spikes on the inside of the cage, but didn't seem to care. "Not guilty minister." Terry mumbled, in a raspy voice.
In the stands, as witnesses to this trial, where some well known witches and wizards, such as, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Alastor Moody, and others. Along with Terry's horrified son, Troy Stitches and Troy's trembling wife, Suzy Stitches, who was round and swollen with their first child. Only three days before, Troy had been the one in the cage, about to receive his one way ticket to Azkaban, unless he could convince minister that he was in fact under the Imperius Curse, which he did successfully. But, know it was his father's turn, to show the minister how innocent he really was.
One by one, the witnesses in the stands told about their experiences with Terry Stitches, altimetry determining if the tall raven haired man went to Azkaban or not. Everything seemed to be going smoothly at first, no one had anything to report as evidence that Terry was not under the Imperius Curse and was completely innocent. Then, a medium build chestnut haired wizard was called to the stands, his faded green pointed hat was almost pulled over his eyes, as he scuffled up, keeping his head down.
The head minister looked down at her paper, then back at the witness. "Mr. Brocklehurst," the minister started, "you have claimed have some knowledge of Terry Stitches, will you tell us what you know?"
Mr. Brocklehurst finally raised his head; his eyes were bursting with pure rage. Troy's eyes widened and he tighten his grip on his wife' hand, this wasn't going to end pretty. "Yes, minister." Snarled Mr. Brocklehurst, "Why wouldn't I know all about the man who single handedly KILLED MY WIFE!" He slammed his hands hard down on the desk in front of him, and stood up so fast he knocked his chair over. A shrill surprise echoed through the crowd.
"Mr. Brocklehurst may you please remain seated!" One of the minister's council called, only to be ignored.
"WE HAVE A DAUGHTER! DO YOU NOW THAT? HER NAME IS AMANDA! AND NOW, BECAUSE OF YOU, SHE WILL NEVER GET TO KNOW HER MOTHER!" He screamed, you could just see the suffering he had went through all over his face, ready to battle because of it, maybe even ready to kill.
Terry shuffled as far back in his cage as it would allow. "Please stop! I swear I was under a curse!" he yelped, raising his hands in defense. But his pleads for mercy where useless, Mr. Brocklehurst's pure rage was overwhelmed any sympathy or forgiveness. He wiped out his wand.
"Mr. Brocklehurst put that away this instant!" Demanded the head minister, standing up and pointing at the man, people scrambling out of their seats to try and get the witness under control, including Troy. But, no one could stop him now.
"I CURSE YOU TERRY STITCHES! I CURSE YOU AND ALL WHO BARE YOUR BLOOD OR FAMILY THROUGH MARRAGE! YOU WILL ALL SUFFER THROUGH ENDLESS DISASTER AND THE MOST ROTTEN LUCK! UNTILL YOU ALL DIE A GORY DEMISE!" He slashed his wand through the air, and green lightning busted from the tip. It hit Terry in the heart dead on.
Finally, the wizards and witches watching managed to struggle the wand away from Mr. Brocklehurst, but it was already too late. Terry was ablaze all over his body, slowly dying a most painful death.