DISCLAIMER: I don't own Potter, Malfoy or the rest of them. JK does. As if I need to tell a clever cookie like you.
A.N./WARNING: Slash/Yaoi lies here within(it's mild, but if you don't like that sort of thing, don't read...plain and simple). Thou shall not stir trouble with a big spoon and flame with thine slings and arrows. Constructive and encouraging reviews will be treasured greatly. Part of the title (A Love Before Time), comes from the song of the same name from the motion picture 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon'.
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"Sirius Black. You have been accused of using the Avada Kedavra curse upon one Percy Weasley."
At this Mrs. Weasley started bawling and crying out her son's name. Her husband wasn't crying as openly, but it was obvious it took every ounce of strength in him to hold himself from breaking. The loss of his son had hit him harder than he was letting on.
The judge continued. Like a statue of stone, his face was unmerciful and unfeeling.
"Do you, Sirius Black, deny this?"
"No I do not. But I wish for everyone to know I was only-"
"Silence! You do not have the right to talk except to answer the questions of the court."
"Let him explain!" Hermione Granger leapt up from her seat at the back and glared at the judge. "Let him tell everyone the truth."
"Be quiet! Sit down!" The judge's granite eyes looked at her with a coldness that could quench flames. Hermione snorted.
"You don't scare me you stupid-"
"Hermione sit down!" Neville hissed, tugging at her robes. The angry fire in Hermione's eyes dulled slightly as she gruffly muttered something under her breath and took her seat again. She glanced over at Harry on the other side of her. His head was bowed, his raven tresses shielding his face. Hermione didn't have to exactly see the deep green behind round black glasses to know that at this moment, Harry's eyes were full of tears. As she turned back to the front of the court, the judge's monotonous yet booming voice came back into focus.
"...Black, you are hereby charged with the atrocious crime of murdering Percy Adam Weasley. As I am sure you know, the usual punishment for such crimes is a life sentence in Azkaban. However, considering all things as they stand, and your past history, your punishment will be different. You will spend the next month in Azkaban, but on the twenty-third of November, you will be given the Dementor's kiss. This hearing is now over. Court dismissed."
People slowly shuffled out the door. Sirius didn't have time to glance back at his god-son. He was immediately lead out of a side door by two burly wizards and a dementor. Harry remained where he was, silent tears making silvery trails down his gaunt face. Hermione reached over and gently took Harry's hand in her own.
"Harry...I..."
He looked up at her, and the lost look in his eyes scared her. They looked empty...dead, almost. His voice was hollow, and strangely desolate.
"Hermione, there's nothing to say..."
"Harry-"
"Why do I destroy everything and everyone that matters to me? Why are the things I love the most taken away from me?" His eyes still had the haunted look.
Hermione didn't have an answer. She looked down at her shoes, almost mesmerised by each usual scruffy detail; like the way the laces looped around, and the tiny silver star buckle on each side.
"Hermione...Sirius died for me. He died for me. Percy was one of Voldemort's followers, and he was sent on a mission to kill me. Sirius stepped in. If he hadn't destroyed Percy, Percy would have destroyed me. And now he's paying with his soul because he saved mine. And I've lost the only parent I've ever really known." Harry's voice cracked with emotion and he started crying openly. Hermione wrapped her arms around the broken boy and let him cry on her shoulder. Her heart ached for him. During the eighteen short years of his life he had suffered so much.
//Why?// She demanded. //Why him? Whoever's listening --- why is this happening to our Harry? He doesn't deserve it. Wasn't saving the world enough? Why does he have live such a hard life of misery and sorrow??//
"Shhh....listen," Hermione gently rubbed Harry's back through his robes. "Come on...shhh...it will be all right." Even she knew how pointless her words were.
A.N./WARNING: Slash/Yaoi lies here within(it's mild, but if you don't like that sort of thing, don't read...plain and simple). Thou shall not stir trouble with a big spoon and flame with thine slings and arrows. Constructive and encouraging reviews will be treasured greatly. Part of the title (A Love Before Time), comes from the song of the same name from the motion picture 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon'.
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"Sirius Black. You have been accused of using the Avada Kedavra curse upon one Percy Weasley."
At this Mrs. Weasley started bawling and crying out her son's name. Her husband wasn't crying as openly, but it was obvious it took every ounce of strength in him to hold himself from breaking. The loss of his son had hit him harder than he was letting on.
The judge continued. Like a statue of stone, his face was unmerciful and unfeeling.
"Do you, Sirius Black, deny this?"
"No I do not. But I wish for everyone to know I was only-"
"Silence! You do not have the right to talk except to answer the questions of the court."
"Let him explain!" Hermione Granger leapt up from her seat at the back and glared at the judge. "Let him tell everyone the truth."
"Be quiet! Sit down!" The judge's granite eyes looked at her with a coldness that could quench flames. Hermione snorted.
"You don't scare me you stupid-"
"Hermione sit down!" Neville hissed, tugging at her robes. The angry fire in Hermione's eyes dulled slightly as she gruffly muttered something under her breath and took her seat again. She glanced over at Harry on the other side of her. His head was bowed, his raven tresses shielding his face. Hermione didn't have to exactly see the deep green behind round black glasses to know that at this moment, Harry's eyes were full of tears. As she turned back to the front of the court, the judge's monotonous yet booming voice came back into focus.
"...Black, you are hereby charged with the atrocious crime of murdering Percy Adam Weasley. As I am sure you know, the usual punishment for such crimes is a life sentence in Azkaban. However, considering all things as they stand, and your past history, your punishment will be different. You will spend the next month in Azkaban, but on the twenty-third of November, you will be given the Dementor's kiss. This hearing is now over. Court dismissed."
People slowly shuffled out the door. Sirius didn't have time to glance back at his god-son. He was immediately lead out of a side door by two burly wizards and a dementor. Harry remained where he was, silent tears making silvery trails down his gaunt face. Hermione reached over and gently took Harry's hand in her own.
"Harry...I..."
He looked up at her, and the lost look in his eyes scared her. They looked empty...dead, almost. His voice was hollow, and strangely desolate.
"Hermione, there's nothing to say..."
"Harry-"
"Why do I destroy everything and everyone that matters to me? Why are the things I love the most taken away from me?" His eyes still had the haunted look.
Hermione didn't have an answer. She looked down at her shoes, almost mesmerised by each usual scruffy detail; like the way the laces looped around, and the tiny silver star buckle on each side.
"Hermione...Sirius died for me. He died for me. Percy was one of Voldemort's followers, and he was sent on a mission to kill me. Sirius stepped in. If he hadn't destroyed Percy, Percy would have destroyed me. And now he's paying with his soul because he saved mine. And I've lost the only parent I've ever really known." Harry's voice cracked with emotion and he started crying openly. Hermione wrapped her arms around the broken boy and let him cry on her shoulder. Her heart ached for him. During the eighteen short years of his life he had suffered so much.
//Why?// She demanded. //Why him? Whoever's listening --- why is this happening to our Harry? He doesn't deserve it. Wasn't saving the world enough? Why does he have live such a hard life of misery and sorrow??//
"Shhh....listen," Hermione gently rubbed Harry's back through his robes. "Come on...shhh...it will be all right." Even she knew how pointless her words were.
