A/N: Hello! This story collection is for CheekySlytherinLass's "One and One" Challenge, which means each chapter will be based on a prompt that is one character and one word. The title of each chapter will tell you what the prompt is. Overall, there should be 25 chapters. I hope you enjoy this first one, in which Mary Cattermole attends Umbridge's trial after the war!

Mary looked critically into the mirror, unsure if she was overdressed. She didn't want to look like she was gloating, even though she supposed she was. She supposed she should be, at least.

"Are you sure you want to go?" Reg asked her again.

"Yes," she lied.

He held out his hand and they appeared together to the Ministry. "I have to go straight to work," he told her, almost nervous. He didn't really know what he was supposed to say. "Do you want to come with me to the office or-"

"Maybe I'll just head down. I don't want to be late. Tell Jake and Sean and everyone I say hi."

"I will. Good luck," he said, kissing her on the cheek and then setting off for the Magical Maintenance Department office.

Mary tried to keep the bad memories at bay as she descended the stairs to the courtrooms. Coming here today was supposed to be about moving on…

Once she had reached the very bottom floor, she was shocked at the crowd of people waiting in the hallway. They couldn't all be there for the trial… could they?

"Biggest turnout yet, I think," said a voice behind her. She turned and nearly jumped in surprise; it was Harry Potter. Obviously she'd been reading about him; even now, months after You-Know-Who's defeat, it was all the Daily Prophet could talk about. But he'd been staying out of the public eye. He wasn't giving comments or interviews, let alone going out into the wizarding masses. Mary had always assumed that she would never see him in person again- she'd barely even seen him the first time, as he was disguised as Runcorn and all. It hadn't been until the day after her escape that she'd fully understood what had happened.

Seeing that she was still at a loss for words, he continued. "It'll be in Courtroom Three I hear- only one big enough for the uh- spectators." He shrugged. Like everyone else, he seemed determined to remain offhand. "A lot of people wanted to come. But I'm sure you can understand that."

"D-Do you remember me?" she asked, surprised.

He chuckled in kind surprise. "Remember you? Well of course! It's not every day you break into the Ministry of Magic! How's your family- you have kids, right? Did you end up leaving the country?"

"Oh! Well, everyone's fine- great actually. And yes, we ended up in Spain- Maisie, my oldest, she can speak a little Spanish so it seemed the best place to hide out until- Well, until things were over," she said, unsure how to say it to the person who had ultimately ended 'things.' "But we're back home again."

He nodded. "Good, good."

Before she could ask how he was, the courtroom door opened and people began filing in. The Wizengamot was already seated in the front of the room, where they could all see the (currently empty) chair where the accused sat. In this room, there were also several rows of seats behind that chair, where people could watch the trial if they had permission.

Mary was thankful that it was in a different room than her own trial was, and she was also secretly happy that she would not have to look at That Woman's face.

"Usually only family's allowed in," Harry told her. "But they've been making exceptions recently- given the circumstances."

"For closure," she whispered.

"Exactly."

She wasn't sure why he was still talking to her- although she noticed that no one seemed to be with him. People were trying to get close to him, of course, noticing who he was, but he didn't seem to be accompanied by any of his friends.

"That's why I'm here," she told him.

He gave her a small smile. "Me too," he said, and she noticed he was rubbing the back of his right hand almost subconsciously. She wondered what The Woman could have done to him.

And then they brought Her in. She sucked in a breath, watching the very person who had haunted her nightmares for months be led across the room, head hanging. She looked different- thinner, in a sickly way, and her hair was grayer, which was accentuated by the fact that she was wearing a dull gray dress which looked nothing like the too-bright pink Mary had seen her in before.

She sat down, still avoiding everyone eyes, and Kingsley Shacklebolt, from his seat at the head of the room, started in a grave, tired voice. "Dolores Jane Umbridge…"

Mary shuddered in her seat. She hadn't been able to think the name, let alone say it- she had never understood why people hadn't liked using Voldemort's name so well as she had since the day she had herself stared evil in the face. Shacklebolt read out the charges, each more horrible than the last. Mary hadn't known that some of the Muggleborns- people just like her- had died in Azkaban. She felt horrified again by the reality of what had happened to her, and was suddenly very aware that she had never thanked Harry Potter for rescuing her. But she couldn't now- not properly, it was so quiet that even in the large room, anything over a whisper would have drawn attention.

It didn't take nearly as long as Mary had expected it to- most people on the Wizengamot knew what she was and Umbridge didn't say a word the entire time. The verdict was unanimous.

She dug deep within herself, trying to search out a part of her that felt better. She felt the same. In fact, when the guards came to drag Umbridge off to Azkaban and the woman did start screaming- insults, pleas, anything really- Mary found she was not vindicated or even relieved. She didn't feel bad for the horrid woman by any means, but it was a terrifying sight…

Harry, still sitting just behind her, seemed to share her feelings. "A bit anticlimactic, isn't it?" he mused. "Oh well. It was nice to see you again-" he was rising to leave.

"Before you go- I just wanted to thank you," she said quickly, anxiously. When he looked confused, she added, "You know- my trial. Getting me out and all that."

For the first time, he looked mildly uncomfortable, shrugging her thanks away awkwardly. When he spoke again, it was as if he hadn't heard her at all. "Mrs. Cattermole, I meant to ask- how was Spain?"

She blinked, unsure of what was happening. "Um- it was alright. It was a bit hard to find a place to stay on such short notice, but the scenery was lovely."

He nodded. "I've been thinking of leaving the country myself for a while," he said quietly. He was distant, almost as if he was speaking to himself, and a moment later, when his face snapped back to its polite smile, he had the air of someone who'd just said more than he meant to. "Oh- I should say hello to Kingsley. Have a good day, Mrs. Cattermole. Goodbye."

And before she could even return the goodbye, he was gone, rushing to meet the Minister at the front of the exiting crowd. Mary swept her eyes over them. A few people wore the satisfied, vengeful look that she thought she was supposed to show. A few more were crying- these looked to be the families of the deceased. But most looked like Mary really felt- very tired and a little confused. They were all shuffling off, but they barely seemed to know where they were going.

It wasn't long before she was alone in the room and in something that was either a surge of bravery or simply a desire to feel something deeper, she touched the chair, whose sister she'd been chained to some three rooms over less than a year ago. She didn't understand why she didn't feel happy. That woman- Umbridge- was in prison.

Of course, that didn't undo all the fear Mary had felt anymore than it brought those Muggleborns back to life. It was the hard truth that everyone was dealing with in their way- just because the good wins out doesn't mean the bad didn't happen, didn't take and destroy and permanently ruin lives.

But there was nothing to be done except to try to rest easier, knowing that one more of the monsters was where she belonged. And as Mary appeared to the warmth of her house and was immediately welcomed by the happy chaos of her children, she began to think that maybe Umbridge wasn't the only one who got what she deserved.