"Harry James Potter you are under arrest for the murder of Ronald Weasley. I would recommend that you say silent for anything you say can and will be used in a court of law."
A young man with raven-colored hair was dragged from a house in the English countryside. Two dementors flanked the group turning the summer air into ice. As soon as they passed the wards surrounding the house two 'pops' were heard, they were gone.
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He woke up in a jail cell that smelled faintly of blood. His normally messy hair was even worse than usual with blood caked in it. His robes were ripped and torn, dust settling all around them. He was now rid of his glasses making his eyes stand out. Their green depths were lined with mascara and eyeliner which cotrasted greatly with his pale skin. The dementors stopped in front of his cell, it was time. For his trial.
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They were in front of the courtroom. The same room he had been in yesterday, and the day before. It was nearing the end. He was led into to the room. This one was different. Now there were press surrounding the Wizengamot. Rita Skeeter was in the front, her acid green quill standing attention on her parchament ready to write. The trial was over. Now it was time for the verdict.
He was thrown into the chair by the Dementors, the chain coiling tightly around his wrists and ankles. The room was silent.
"Harry Potter you are found guilty of the murder of Ronald Weasley, and will shortly be administered the Dementor's Kiss. Rot in hell, Mr. Potter."
Cheers were heard troughout the room as this was said. He said nothing. He was led through the room.
"You deserve that you murderer."
The voice of Molly Weasley rang through the crowd, reaching his ears. Rita Skeeters quill was busy scribbling on the parchament no doubt making a spectacle of the situation. He could see the title in his head.
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A rush of cold blew through his skin as he was pulled from his cell again. A Dementor grabbed each of his arms. He was led o the end of the hall this time. A place he had never been but he knew exactly what happened there. The screams could be heard for miles as someone was put into that room. Then everything was silent.
He was strangely unafraid of his death. He knew that killing him only resulted in everyone else dying so he was in a way happy. The would all die with his death.
Cold lips descended upon his. A Dementor was in front of him, with others surrounding. The world slowly turned black as he faded into nothingness, leaving only a corpse behind him.
A young man with raven-colored hair was dragged from a house in the English countryside. Two dementors flanked the group turning the summer air into ice. As soon as they passed the wards surrounding the house two 'pops' were heard, they were gone.
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He woke up in a jail cell that smelled faintly of blood. His normally messy hair was even worse than usual with blood caked in it. His robes were ripped and torn, dust settling all around them. He was now rid of his glasses making his eyes stand out. Their green depths were lined with mascara and eyeliner which cotrasted greatly with his pale skin. The dementors stopped in front of his cell, it was time. For his trial.
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They were in front of the courtroom. The same room he had been in yesterday, and the day before. It was nearing the end. He was led into to the room. This one was different. Now there were press surrounding the Wizengamot. Rita Skeeter was in the front, her acid green quill standing attention on her parchament ready to write. The trial was over. Now it was time for the verdict.
He was thrown into the chair by the Dementors, the chain coiling tightly around his wrists and ankles. The room was silent.
"Harry Potter you are found guilty of the murder of Ronald Weasley, and will shortly be administered the Dementor's Kiss. Rot in hell, Mr. Potter."
Cheers were heard troughout the room as this was said. He said nothing. He was led through the room.
"You deserve that you murderer."
The voice of Molly Weasley rang through the crowd, reaching his ears. Rita Skeeters quill was busy scribbling on the parchament no doubt making a spectacle of the situation. He could see the title in his head.
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A rush of cold blew through his skin as he was pulled from his cell again. A Dementor grabbed each of his arms. He was led o the end of the hall this time. A place he had never been but he knew exactly what happened there. The screams could be heard for miles as someone was put into that room. Then everything was silent.
He was strangely unafraid of his death. He knew that killing him only resulted in everyone else dying so he was in a way happy. The would all die with his death.
Cold lips descended upon his. A Dementor was in front of him, with others surrounding. The world slowly turned black as he faded into nothingness, leaving only a corpse behind him.