Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. JK Rowling is the wonderful author of Harry Potter and as much as I wish I owned a few of her characters ;] it hasn't happened yet.
"It is hereby declared that Draco Lucius Malfoy has been charged with willful and intended harm to wizardkind for his actions during his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Including, though not limited to, the use of the vanishing cabinet that directly correlated to the death of Headmaster Albus Brian Wulfric Percival Dumbledore." The courtroom was so quiet not a single breath could be heard. Not even Draco's, the blonde man sitting with a calm demeanor in front of the Wizengamot. Whether or not he was worried about his trial wasn't detectable to anyone else. He'd long ago mastered the art of hiding his emotions from the public. "How do you plead, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco's silver eyes never once left the man in front of him. He didn't bother looking around the room to see if there was anybody he knew. None of them would help him even if he bothered. There weren't a lot of choices here. A yes or no question where the answer he gave wouldn't change a single opinion of those conducting his trial. Even calling it a trial was a mockery of the word. It was as much a true trial as he was a Gryffindor. He could hear his mother in his head reminding him again, as she had that very morning, to mind his attitude during the trial. No doubt there would be a harsher punishment were he to let the sarcastic remarks fly. "Guilty, your honor."
The words themselves weren't a lie.. He had indeed been the cause of the vanishing cabinet allowing Death Eaters into the school. But he hadn't been the cause of Albus Dumbledore's death. Not directly. That had been on his godfather, who of course wasn't able to go to his own trial because he had been murdered mere moments before the end of the war. His throat ripped apart by a snake. Swallowing hard he rid himself of the bile that crept up his throat at the thought of what his godfather had endured at the end. "Then the court hereby sentences you to a fate worse than death. You shall receive the kiss and live out the rest of your days in Azkaban with your father." Gavel met wood with a resounding smack that reverberated throughout the room, the teen's ears ringing from the volume.
"Wait!" Another smack, this one from behind him as he heard the voice that had become the bane of his existence long ago. "You can't simply sentence him to the kiss. It was one bad action. You aren't even going to mention anything he did for the good of wizardkind? What about how he didn't give Harry up at his manor when he was asked to, making it so that the Death Eaters couldn't call upon Voldemort to kill us. They switched sides. And even before that he was constantly having to convince the Death Eaters that he was on their side. I agree that he is guilty for the incident with the vanishing cabinet, and for a multitude of other reasons, but that shouldn't result in the kiss. He was just a boy."
All of the members of the Wizengamot looked down at the frizzy-haired witch below them. She had made such a ruckus that they couldn't very well ignore what she said. There would be too many witnesses. "And what exactly would you have us do with him?" An older gentleman asked from the girl's right.
"Make him into the one thing that he hates most in this world," she said seriously. Draco wanted to laugh. What were they going to do? Give him polyjuice potion so he had to spend the rest of his life looking like her? "Make him a muggle. No magic. No contact with the wizarding world. Just a plain muggle. He'll probably wish for the kiss, but at least the punishment will be more humane."
She was right. He absolutely would rather have the kiss. At least then he would still be a wizard. Even if he lost his mind. To become a muggle? Surely they wouldn't think that was a more humane punishment. "No. Absolutely not. I would rather jump off the astronomy tower, mudblood."
And there it was. The reason that he had learned to control his emotions. To hide them from everyone. As soon as the word no left his mouth, he could see that the Wizengamot's minds were made up. Becoming a muggle would be his only choice.
A/N: New story guys! I am having a hard time coming up with anything for Letter To Me but I wanted to write so I went through the plots I have written down and chose to start this one. Let me know what you think.