Hola all! This is the big escape chapter. I hope it's ok. Also, there's another Harry Potter fan fiction out there by the same title. I'd like to say, right now, that my publish date is earlier than theirs' and I've been thinking up this story since December. So there.

silentC: Yes, we should work on our fic together. Did Book Five give you some ideas? I thought maybe a Luna Lovegood story, because I love her so much. I made Daisy really cool in this chapter. Hope you enjoy.

Sunday was spent in lavish rest. Draco seemed to be pouring over something for work, so I went to the Manor library to check on spells that Daisy could be using on Harry. I found nothing.

The next day we got up early. It was the day for the trail, my part of the trail anyway. We dressed in our best robes.

We had the driver take us to the Ministry of Magic's visitor's entrance. Of course, we were late. We ran past the security checkpoint, thanks to my MIA badge. We took the elevator all the way to the bottom, and then ran down the stairs to the big trail rooms.

Draco pushed the doors open. The room was deadly quiet. Carefully, we walked to the benches were Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting at. Only after we had settled did I look around. On the bench in front of us sat the rest of the Weasley family and Luna Lovegood, the girl who helped Harry fight the Death Eaters in the fifth year, and Neville Longbottom, whose parents were driven insane. Further down our row was the Order of the Phoenix, Remus and Tonks, of course, holding hands. They had been married for a few weeks now.

After a few minutes, the officials walked in, lead by Fudge himself. They were seated without ceremony. A few minutes more and the doors behind us burst open. Everyone turned to look at this. Lord Voldemort was lead in by five guards, armed with wands and Muggle guns. He was leaden with chains and his arms were held out to his sides. The room became much more tense, as hands flew to their owner's wands, while my free hand pulled out my gun to rest on my leg.

The guards lead him to the chair in the center of the room. Even the chains on the chair flung themselves around his body. "Tom Marvolo Riddle!" shouted Fudge from his post

"Don't call me by that name!" yelled back the disheveled Lord.

"Today," continued the Minister, as if it never happened, "the Americans are charging you with the murder of Rodger and Helen Dobbins." I could feel my heart skip a beat. "We decided to keep you in England though, since we like you so much." Some of the Ministry workers laughed.

Fudge consulted a piece of parchment before calling, "We call to testify Miss Jennifer Dobbins." Ramming my gun back into its place, I stood slowly, walked down the row, and strode up to the testimonial chair. Shaking, I sat down.

I looked up at the council. Most of the faces were hard, unreadable. But Fudge's had softened. "Pleas state your name and occupation for the court."

"Jennifer Dobbins. MIA, secret agent," I said, looking over my shoulder. I didn't see anyone who would have been a threat. I was glad Daisy wasn't there.

"Now, tell us dear," Fudge purred as if addressing a five year old rather than a full grown witch, "what happened to your parents?"

I sighed. This is what Draco wanted. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I started, "I was five when it happened. My parents were also secret agents. They were on to Voldemort, tracking him, making sure he didn't go there, to America. They even captured his American Death Eaters." My voice swelled with pride. I was damn proud of my parents.

But the prisoner punctured my swelling ego. "Anyone could have caught those idiots," he laughed that cold hearted laugh. I flinched.

Continuing as if nothing had happened, I said, "That's why I think he came after them.

"It was a very dark night. I woke up because there were strange sounds coming from downstairs, as if a million people had invaded our house. My father came into my room and carried me into my parents, telling me to hide in the closet. Dutifully, I did as I was told."

"That's where you were?" shouted Voldemort. "Well, I'll be sure to always check the closets from now on, you rot, you filth!"

"He killed them!" I shouted over his voice. The memories came flooding back and I shouted them out, all of them. "I heard my father scream, begging him not to hurt his wife. And that git over there," I pointed at the man, now glaring at me as if I was an insolent follower, "he promised he wouldn't. I saw the flash of green light, heard my mother scream, felt my father's body hit the ground, and smelt his delight. Then, I saw the flash again, as he killed my mother. He lied to my father!" I was standing now, moving closer to the man people called the Dark Lord, to the scum that lied to an honest man. "And I waited in that closet until my parent's boss came and adopted me."

Voldemort growled, "So I lied, big deal. Your father was nothing compared to me, your mother was nothing, and you, my dear, are certainly not smart enough to see the trap I have laid right in front of your face." The way he said it sounded like a real threat.

I furrowed my brows. "What does that mean?"

He laughed. Just laughed. "You'll see," he gagged out between peals of laughter.

Instantly, I felt someone drop onto my shoulders, pulling my hair, forcing me to my knees. I threw the person off backwards, screaming in pain as they took handfuls of my hair with them. Turning, I saw Daisy Kemps, now standing with her wand out, chucks of my hair in her hands. She let the strands fall to the floor in front of me as she laughed with Voldemort.

I most have looked shocked. "See, I'm with him. You didn't think I'd really go out with Potter," she spit the name like venom.

Reeling with rage, I stood up and threw a punch at her. She ducked and pushed my back, sending me flying into the huge elevated bench where the judges were sitting. I flipped over and managed to take the blow on my back but landed on my neck.

I saw Daisy give Voldemort his wand. He burst through his chains, throwing hexes at random people. The Order was rushing toward him, throwing both curses at him and counter-curses at his victims. Ron, Draco, and Hermione, suddenly smart to Daisy's plan, formed a block around Harry. Unfortunately, she got to him anyway, by flipping over all three, grabbing him, than jumping up to the rope and escaping magically. Voldemort followed shortly, after laughing out, "I told you, little Jenikins."

Then, they were gone. And I blacked out.