The Truth Behind The Lies
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Chapter Four
Wizard courtrooms are completely different from muggle courtrooms, the rooms are large and circular with a pair of large oak doors at one side, a slope of wooden benches surround the room and in the middle a small wooden chair in which the defendent sits. The Judge sits in the middle of a crowd of jury people opposite the door, some say because he wants to make a clean getaway, others say he wants to see who is coming in through the door.
Ginny sat next to Draco, she had refrained from telling him the extent of his mothers injuries until he could see her.
"Okay Ma..Draco, no need to be nervous, you aren't on trial today."
"I wasn't nervous, I'm innocent." Ginny sighed, it was always the same reply,
"I know, but until your let out on bail there is bugger all I can do to help you." Sneering Draco raised a silver eyebrow,
"Weasley I'm shocked, you mean you don't know all the answers?" It took Ginny several minutes to refrain from punching him and breaking his perfect straight nose, when she had finally calmed down the Judge had arrived.
"All rise!" A voice called and Standing Ginny watched as Judge Cho Chang walked in, since the death of Cedric Diggory in Ginny's third year Cho had changed, she had given up Quidditch and had cut her hair short.
"It was," she had said, "in accordance of the traditions of my culture." Nobody really understood what that meant but then again, nobody argued, it was after all disrespectful to the deceased Cedric to argue with his grilfriend.
Judge Cho was well known for her strictness againts Death Eaters and other followers of Voldemort, in the past three years she had given life sentences in Azkaban to eighteen Death Eaters and Soul sentences using Dementors to at least four.
"Draco Malfoy, your lawyer has applied for bail, I have agreed that you be given bail until your trial begins on 31st July, you are free to go but in accordance with rule 263 section B paragraph D, Draco must stay with his Lawyer until the time of said trial." Ginny looked up sharply, besides her Draco was smirking, but Ginny could see in his eyes he was as shocked as she was,
"Your honour, may I approach the bench?" Cho nodded and shakily Ginny walked over to where she was sat,
"Your honour, I can't have Draco at my house!" Cho raised a coal black eyebrow,
"why is that Miss Weasley?"
"Well, it isn't good to have him in my house, my brothers will most likely try to beat him to a bloody pulp, then how would I defend him if hes on a life support bubble at St. Mungos?" Cho laughed and for a brief moment she looked like her old self, then she seemed to shake herself and the serious Cho returned,
"Yes, maybe, but you applied for bail, I'm assuming you knew the conditions of the bail?" Ginny nodded miserably, and Cho said with a fake smile,
"well then, either he stays with you, or he doesn't get bail, it's your decision!"
"I'll make up a bed in the spare room." Cho nodded,
"I'm glad you see it my way."
"I refuse to live with you!" Ginny groaned and clenched her fists,
"You have to be kidding Malfoy! You either live with me or go back to jail until your trial." Draco sighed, he was getting sick of seeing Ginny every week let alone every day.
"Oh stop with the sighing, it isn't going to be a picnic for me either." Ginny snapped, smirking Draco watched her as she packed her case, her long red hair cascading down her back and a faint aroma of dewberry and lavender filled the courtroom, Draco was beginning to find the aroma intoxicating, he mentally shook himself. *Draco she's a Weasley! No! you cannot like a Weasley, I'm sure we've been through this! Stop looking at her, you hate the scent of dewberry, keep that thought!*
"We'll go by your place first, you'll need some clothes, and a shave, you look like a goat." Draco instantly felt his beard, he had done his best to keep it neat but it didn't seem to be doing a lot of good.
"What about your brothers? They'll kill me!"
"No they wont! Draco don't tell me your scared of them!" She laughed and Draco felt himself going red, surprised he mentally scolded himself, *you don't blush for anyone Draco, let alone a Weasley, you aren't listening to me are you? Pathetic!*
"Draco?" Ginny asked, her voice unusually sweet.
"Yes?"
"Why are you staring at me?" inwardly groaning at being caught Draco rolled his eyes and forced himself to sneer at her,
"Why would I look at you? There are so many more better things to look at than at you." Ginny narrowed her eyes,
"If I catch you staring at me again I will tear your eyes out and shove them up your ..." The sound of footsteps in the hall forced Ginny to stop and Hermione appeared in the door, "Ginny, are you using Floo Powder or getting a taxi?"
"Floo Powder!" Draco answered for her and after glaring at Draco, Hermione reached in her bag, pulling out a packet of Floo Powder she tossed it to Ginny who caught it.
"Thanks Herm, I'll see you later, give my love to Harry." Hermione grinned and dissapeared,
"give my love to Harry." Draco mimicked, "Weasley, your infatuation with Potter is getting pathetic!" Something inside Ginny snapped and she swung her hand round slapping Draco hard across the face.
"You should be thanking me! I could have left you to rot in jail, but I didn't, and if you want to know what pathetic is try looking at your jealousy of Harry, that is pathetic."
"Lets just go Weasley, as you said, I need a shave."
"Fine!" Throwing Floo Powder into a fireplace in an adjourning room Ginny called out,
"Malfoy Mansion" seconds later Ginny was spinning in circles, landing with a thump in a study fireplace, standing by a desk, duster in hand Draco's maid let out a scream of surprise.
"Oh sorry Miss, I wasn't expecting you, who are you?"
"A guest of mine!" Draco said and moving Ginny felt relieved that he had come so she wouldn't have to explain her presense.
"Mr Malfoy, I am glad you are back," the maid said, Ginny noticed a light Russian accent and guessed she must have been living in Britain for quite a few years.
"Eight to be precise." Mariana said interupting her thoughts,
"How did you know what I was thinking?" Mariana smiled,
"Although I am a squib I did learn a few things such as the ability to read minds, it was more of a muggle party trick so it wasn't enough for me to go to Hogwarts." Ginny nodded sympathetically,
"Malfoy, I didn't expect you to hire actual humans, I though house elves were more your style?"
"Well you thought wrong Weasley, I keep telling you, I am nothing like my father."
"Malfoy, give it a rest, now go and pack your bag, meet me here in half an hour." Grumbling to himself Draco walked off and Mariana giggled,
"I've never seen anybody treat Mr Malfoy like that before, its very unusual," Ginny laughed and she could feel her cheeks burn,
"I've known Malfoy a long time, I've learnt to give as much as I get when I'm dealing with him."
"I have a feeling if I did that I'd get fired!"
"Did what?" Mariana coloured and started polishing an ornament,
"nothing for you tro worry about Malfoy, you ready?" Ginny asked, Draco nodded and after saying goodbye to Mariana, Ginny threw a pinch of Floo Powder into the fire, calling out Weasley residence. The spinning made Ginny dizzy and falling forwards she was gratefull she had landed in her livingroom, a wave of nausea swept over her and she blacked out.
Stepping into Ginny's livingroom Draco's attention was immediatly drawn to Ginny laying unconscious on the floor, her normally rosey cheeks pale. He checked her pulse and was relieved that she was alive, rolling her onto her back he grabbed a magazine and fanned her face, the colour started to return to her cheeks and she moaned amd woke up.
"What happened?" For a brief moment Draco had the urge to hug her, he put the thought out of his head.
"You fainted, are you going to be okay?" Ginny nodded, an act she immediatly regretted,
"Shit my head hurts!"
"I think you banged your head on the table, do you want a glass of water?" nodding Ginny felt the back of her head, there was no blood just a lump,
"ouch, I think that was the fireplace, I always fall out instead of stepping out, boy my head hurts." Draco helped her up and went in search of a kitchen, he found it and was surprised that the room was painted in various shades of blue with modern muggle appliances. One object he suspected was a kettle, a wire attached it to the wall,
"So this is electricity is it?" He said outloud and Ginny who was leaning against the doorway laughed,
"It was my Dads idea, he just loves the thought of having a daughter with a muggle house." Grinning she walked over to the kettle and flicked the switch, it started to boil and Draco felt his jaw drop.
"Muggles have it easy, who did you but this house off?" Ginny groaned, *is he simple?* she thought to herself,
"an estate agent, I must admit it was so funny when I said my only requirement was an open fire."
"How is that odd?" Draco asked as he watched the steam pouring out of the spout of the kettle.
"Well most muggles require bedrooms and central heating mayb even a gas fire, not an open fire and nothing else."
"ah, I see. So Weasley, where am I sleeping?"
"In the spare bedroom" Ginny answered pouring the boiling water into two mugs and adding tea bags and sugar.
"It's quite small, but It'll do." Draco shrugged,
"I must visit Mother, you said she was at your parents house, why? has something happened to father?" Ginny shook her head and took a sip of tea nearly burning her tongue,
"Your father I am sure is perfectly fine, it's your mother who is hurt, he beat her up very badly, and left her without her wand to bleed, she stole a broomstick and flew to Mum and Dad's house, she will be fine, I'm sure." Draco paled and quickly downed the rest of his tea,
"Oh shit, I have to see her, where's the floo powder?"
"its quicker to apparate, give me a minute and we can go straight there." Draco winced remembering Ginny's earlier encounter with Floo powder, he wondered if her should appologize, he didn't think it would make a difference.
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"Dearly beloved we are gathered her today to mourn the loss of three lives, three of God's creatures who's lives were taken away from them......" Harry zoned out the vicar and stared at his hands, the vicar had wanted him to say something but he knew that if he stood up all the anger and suffering they had caused because of their narrow mindedness would come back to him, and he didn't want to say something he would regret. standing next to him Hermione squeezed it back gratefully,
"Are you okay?" She whispered to Harry who nodded, in front of them Aunt Marge was sobbing loudly, and Harry wondered if he should say something to her.
*After the funeral Harry, don't interupt.* Harry smiled, it was times like these that he was glad Malfoy had tampered with a potion he, Ron and Hermione had madein their final year, it was a simple potion that for an hour gave them the ability to read each others thoughts, but because of Draco's tampering the effects had been permanant. Professor Dumbledore had helped them to shield the thoughts they wanted to remain private, but Harry knew occasionally he would let them slip and either Ron or Hermione would know what he was thinking.
*I don't know if I should talk to her though, I've always hated her and she was never nice to me, I don't think I can be nice.* Hermione shrugged,
*It's up to you Harry, whatever you choose is best* kissing her on the cheek Harry thought,
*Please come with me?*
*Of course I will, I'm not a sadist*
*thankyou* At the end of the funeral Harry went over to where Marge was standing, Hermione followed close behind,
*I dont know what to say to her, Hi Aunt Marge, nice weather for a funeral! Help me please!* Marge stood sobbing unaware of the silent conversation behind her and Hermione replied,
*Just be nice, polite remember she actually loved Vernon!* Harry nodded and stood next to Marge who paid no attention him,
"Er, are you okay Aunt Marge?" He finally said, wincing at calling her aunt, she turned and glared at him,
"This is your fault, if you had never been in their lives they would be alive, I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't you who murdered them." Harry stared at the ground, his green eyes showing no emotion,
"I may not have loved them, or even liked them, but, they were still my family and I wouldn't harm them, they were my only family, I have none left now." Hermione gave his hand another squeeze, and Harry was surprised to find tears in his eyes, blinking them back he turned and slowly walked away, Hermione took one last look at the graves and followed. Once they were at a safe distance away from thegrave yard they apparated back to their apartment, and Harry was glad he had gone to the funeral, a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders and the guilt he had been feeling over the death of his family had gone. For the first time in weeks he smiled a genuine smile and Hermione who was watching him felt tears come to her eyes.
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Chapter Four
Wizard courtrooms are completely different from muggle courtrooms, the rooms are large and circular with a pair of large oak doors at one side, a slope of wooden benches surround the room and in the middle a small wooden chair in which the defendent sits. The Judge sits in the middle of a crowd of jury people opposite the door, some say because he wants to make a clean getaway, others say he wants to see who is coming in through the door.
Ginny sat next to Draco, she had refrained from telling him the extent of his mothers injuries until he could see her.
"Okay Ma..Draco, no need to be nervous, you aren't on trial today."
"I wasn't nervous, I'm innocent." Ginny sighed, it was always the same reply,
"I know, but until your let out on bail there is bugger all I can do to help you." Sneering Draco raised a silver eyebrow,
"Weasley I'm shocked, you mean you don't know all the answers?" It took Ginny several minutes to refrain from punching him and breaking his perfect straight nose, when she had finally calmed down the Judge had arrived.
"All rise!" A voice called and Standing Ginny watched as Judge Cho Chang walked in, since the death of Cedric Diggory in Ginny's third year Cho had changed, she had given up Quidditch and had cut her hair short.
"It was," she had said, "in accordance of the traditions of my culture." Nobody really understood what that meant but then again, nobody argued, it was after all disrespectful to the deceased Cedric to argue with his grilfriend.
Judge Cho was well known for her strictness againts Death Eaters and other followers of Voldemort, in the past three years she had given life sentences in Azkaban to eighteen Death Eaters and Soul sentences using Dementors to at least four.
"Draco Malfoy, your lawyer has applied for bail, I have agreed that you be given bail until your trial begins on 31st July, you are free to go but in accordance with rule 263 section B paragraph D, Draco must stay with his Lawyer until the time of said trial." Ginny looked up sharply, besides her Draco was smirking, but Ginny could see in his eyes he was as shocked as she was,
"Your honour, may I approach the bench?" Cho nodded and shakily Ginny walked over to where she was sat,
"Your honour, I can't have Draco at my house!" Cho raised a coal black eyebrow,
"why is that Miss Weasley?"
"Well, it isn't good to have him in my house, my brothers will most likely try to beat him to a bloody pulp, then how would I defend him if hes on a life support bubble at St. Mungos?" Cho laughed and for a brief moment she looked like her old self, then she seemed to shake herself and the serious Cho returned,
"Yes, maybe, but you applied for bail, I'm assuming you knew the conditions of the bail?" Ginny nodded miserably, and Cho said with a fake smile,
"well then, either he stays with you, or he doesn't get bail, it's your decision!"
"I'll make up a bed in the spare room." Cho nodded,
"I'm glad you see it my way."
"I refuse to live with you!" Ginny groaned and clenched her fists,
"You have to be kidding Malfoy! You either live with me or go back to jail until your trial." Draco sighed, he was getting sick of seeing Ginny every week let alone every day.
"Oh stop with the sighing, it isn't going to be a picnic for me either." Ginny snapped, smirking Draco watched her as she packed her case, her long red hair cascading down her back and a faint aroma of dewberry and lavender filled the courtroom, Draco was beginning to find the aroma intoxicating, he mentally shook himself. *Draco she's a Weasley! No! you cannot like a Weasley, I'm sure we've been through this! Stop looking at her, you hate the scent of dewberry, keep that thought!*
"We'll go by your place first, you'll need some clothes, and a shave, you look like a goat." Draco instantly felt his beard, he had done his best to keep it neat but it didn't seem to be doing a lot of good.
"What about your brothers? They'll kill me!"
"No they wont! Draco don't tell me your scared of them!" She laughed and Draco felt himself going red, surprised he mentally scolded himself, *you don't blush for anyone Draco, let alone a Weasley, you aren't listening to me are you? Pathetic!*
"Draco?" Ginny asked, her voice unusually sweet.
"Yes?"
"Why are you staring at me?" inwardly groaning at being caught Draco rolled his eyes and forced himself to sneer at her,
"Why would I look at you? There are so many more better things to look at than at you." Ginny narrowed her eyes,
"If I catch you staring at me again I will tear your eyes out and shove them up your ..." The sound of footsteps in the hall forced Ginny to stop and Hermione appeared in the door, "Ginny, are you using Floo Powder or getting a taxi?"
"Floo Powder!" Draco answered for her and after glaring at Draco, Hermione reached in her bag, pulling out a packet of Floo Powder she tossed it to Ginny who caught it.
"Thanks Herm, I'll see you later, give my love to Harry." Hermione grinned and dissapeared,
"give my love to Harry." Draco mimicked, "Weasley, your infatuation with Potter is getting pathetic!" Something inside Ginny snapped and she swung her hand round slapping Draco hard across the face.
"You should be thanking me! I could have left you to rot in jail, but I didn't, and if you want to know what pathetic is try looking at your jealousy of Harry, that is pathetic."
"Lets just go Weasley, as you said, I need a shave."
"Fine!" Throwing Floo Powder into a fireplace in an adjourning room Ginny called out,
"Malfoy Mansion" seconds later Ginny was spinning in circles, landing with a thump in a study fireplace, standing by a desk, duster in hand Draco's maid let out a scream of surprise.
"Oh sorry Miss, I wasn't expecting you, who are you?"
"A guest of mine!" Draco said and moving Ginny felt relieved that he had come so she wouldn't have to explain her presense.
"Mr Malfoy, I am glad you are back," the maid said, Ginny noticed a light Russian accent and guessed she must have been living in Britain for quite a few years.
"Eight to be precise." Mariana said interupting her thoughts,
"How did you know what I was thinking?" Mariana smiled,
"Although I am a squib I did learn a few things such as the ability to read minds, it was more of a muggle party trick so it wasn't enough for me to go to Hogwarts." Ginny nodded sympathetically,
"Malfoy, I didn't expect you to hire actual humans, I though house elves were more your style?"
"Well you thought wrong Weasley, I keep telling you, I am nothing like my father."
"Malfoy, give it a rest, now go and pack your bag, meet me here in half an hour." Grumbling to himself Draco walked off and Mariana giggled,
"I've never seen anybody treat Mr Malfoy like that before, its very unusual," Ginny laughed and she could feel her cheeks burn,
"I've known Malfoy a long time, I've learnt to give as much as I get when I'm dealing with him."
"I have a feeling if I did that I'd get fired!"
"Did what?" Mariana coloured and started polishing an ornament,
"nothing for you tro worry about Malfoy, you ready?" Ginny asked, Draco nodded and after saying goodbye to Mariana, Ginny threw a pinch of Floo Powder into the fire, calling out Weasley residence. The spinning made Ginny dizzy and falling forwards she was gratefull she had landed in her livingroom, a wave of nausea swept over her and she blacked out.
Stepping into Ginny's livingroom Draco's attention was immediatly drawn to Ginny laying unconscious on the floor, her normally rosey cheeks pale. He checked her pulse and was relieved that she was alive, rolling her onto her back he grabbed a magazine and fanned her face, the colour started to return to her cheeks and she moaned amd woke up.
"What happened?" For a brief moment Draco had the urge to hug her, he put the thought out of his head.
"You fainted, are you going to be okay?" Ginny nodded, an act she immediatly regretted,
"Shit my head hurts!"
"I think you banged your head on the table, do you want a glass of water?" nodding Ginny felt the back of her head, there was no blood just a lump,
"ouch, I think that was the fireplace, I always fall out instead of stepping out, boy my head hurts." Draco helped her up and went in search of a kitchen, he found it and was surprised that the room was painted in various shades of blue with modern muggle appliances. One object he suspected was a kettle, a wire attached it to the wall,
"So this is electricity is it?" He said outloud and Ginny who was leaning against the doorway laughed,
"It was my Dads idea, he just loves the thought of having a daughter with a muggle house." Grinning she walked over to the kettle and flicked the switch, it started to boil and Draco felt his jaw drop.
"Muggles have it easy, who did you but this house off?" Ginny groaned, *is he simple?* she thought to herself,
"an estate agent, I must admit it was so funny when I said my only requirement was an open fire."
"How is that odd?" Draco asked as he watched the steam pouring out of the spout of the kettle.
"Well most muggles require bedrooms and central heating mayb even a gas fire, not an open fire and nothing else."
"ah, I see. So Weasley, where am I sleeping?"
"In the spare bedroom" Ginny answered pouring the boiling water into two mugs and adding tea bags and sugar.
"It's quite small, but It'll do." Draco shrugged,
"I must visit Mother, you said she was at your parents house, why? has something happened to father?" Ginny shook her head and took a sip of tea nearly burning her tongue,
"Your father I am sure is perfectly fine, it's your mother who is hurt, he beat her up very badly, and left her without her wand to bleed, she stole a broomstick and flew to Mum and Dad's house, she will be fine, I'm sure." Draco paled and quickly downed the rest of his tea,
"Oh shit, I have to see her, where's the floo powder?"
"its quicker to apparate, give me a minute and we can go straight there." Draco winced remembering Ginny's earlier encounter with Floo powder, he wondered if her should appologize, he didn't think it would make a difference.
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"Dearly beloved we are gathered her today to mourn the loss of three lives, three of God's creatures who's lives were taken away from them......" Harry zoned out the vicar and stared at his hands, the vicar had wanted him to say something but he knew that if he stood up all the anger and suffering they had caused because of their narrow mindedness would come back to him, and he didn't want to say something he would regret. standing next to him Hermione squeezed it back gratefully,
"Are you okay?" She whispered to Harry who nodded, in front of them Aunt Marge was sobbing loudly, and Harry wondered if he should say something to her.
*After the funeral Harry, don't interupt.* Harry smiled, it was times like these that he was glad Malfoy had tampered with a potion he, Ron and Hermione had madein their final year, it was a simple potion that for an hour gave them the ability to read each others thoughts, but because of Draco's tampering the effects had been permanant. Professor Dumbledore had helped them to shield the thoughts they wanted to remain private, but Harry knew occasionally he would let them slip and either Ron or Hermione would know what he was thinking.
*I don't know if I should talk to her though, I've always hated her and she was never nice to me, I don't think I can be nice.* Hermione shrugged,
*It's up to you Harry, whatever you choose is best* kissing her on the cheek Harry thought,
*Please come with me?*
*Of course I will, I'm not a sadist*
*thankyou* At the end of the funeral Harry went over to where Marge was standing, Hermione followed close behind,
*I dont know what to say to her, Hi Aunt Marge, nice weather for a funeral! Help me please!* Marge stood sobbing unaware of the silent conversation behind her and Hermione replied,
*Just be nice, polite remember she actually loved Vernon!* Harry nodded and stood next to Marge who paid no attention him,
"Er, are you okay Aunt Marge?" He finally said, wincing at calling her aunt, she turned and glared at him,
"This is your fault, if you had never been in their lives they would be alive, I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't you who murdered them." Harry stared at the ground, his green eyes showing no emotion,
"I may not have loved them, or even liked them, but, they were still my family and I wouldn't harm them, they were my only family, I have none left now." Hermione gave his hand another squeeze, and Harry was surprised to find tears in his eyes, blinking them back he turned and slowly walked away, Hermione took one last look at the graves and followed. Once they were at a safe distance away from thegrave yard they apparated back to their apartment, and Harry was glad he had gone to the funeral, a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders and the guilt he had been feeling over the death of his family had gone. For the first time in weeks he smiled a genuine smile and Hermione who was watching him felt tears come to her eyes.
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