A/N-Thank you to everyone who reviewed...they are greatly appreciated! The
rate that I post these chapters might be a little slow because I sort of
have a writers block with this, I mean I know where I'm going I'm just not
sure how to get there. I figure something though! And thanx to my beta-
reader 'the.grey.lady'. And I couldn't think of a creative name for where
the trial was going to be held so it's the Ministry Trial House. And just a
note, people have been commenting on the court system, well this is how I
wanted it; it's the wizarding court system. I thought that their system
should be different from ours because really, they don't do anything in the
magical world that has much to do with muggles. So, I know in the "real
world" it wouldn't work like this, but in the wizarding world it does.
DISCLAIMER-If you recognize something as JK's...it probably is.
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Twenty-two year old Hermione Granger walked hurriedly down the marble hallway of the Ministry Trial House. She was late, and late was definitely not a good thing, especially when you were supposed to be on the panel of prosecutors. She reached the oak doors that served as an entrance to the trial room, and taking a deep breath she opened them.
Hearing the creaking of the doors, all the people that crowded the large room turned to look back. Hermione glanced around the room searching for someone specific; her stopped when she had laid eyes on him. He was sitting alone, with no one in front, beside or behind him. Laughing slightly to herself she made her way confidently up to the jury bench.
After making sure that she was situated, Percy Weasley the head of the Department of Trials and Investigations began to speak. "We are gathered here today, because a crime was committed." Hermione snorted silently to herself in amusement, Percy was being his normal pompous self. "A crime," he continued, "that is still at the forefront of our minds. Albus Dumbledore was murdered, five years ago and we are here to finally bring the culprit of this truly heinous crime to justice." He paused, "would any of the prosecutors like to suggest someone to question." He surveyed the nine people sitting on the bench before him. The man next to Hermione stood up.
"I would." It was Terry Boot; he had been in Hermione's year at Hogwarts. "I would like to call to the stand Mr. Sirius Black" At these words everyone gasped. Hermione turned around and saw Sirius stand up, during her glance around the room she had not spotted him, she smiled at him as he walked up to the questioning chair and Terry stood up.
"Sirius Black," Terry began, "I understand that you and Dumbledore were quite close, you kept in touch with him often?"
"Yes, that is true." Sirius was looking at Hermione with a helpless look on his face, Sirius knew the story and Hermione could tell he was debating on whether to lie or not. She discreetly held up her hand to signal him to wait.
"Now, Mr. Black, how long had it been since you had talked to Dumbledore before he was killed." Terry was now pacing back and forth, his hands behind his back.
"I had talked with him that day." Hermione smiled inwardly; she knew what Terry was going to ask next and she knew Sirius would be forced to lie.
"And what was it that you talked about?" Terry asked in a tone louder than the one he had been using.
"Well," Sirius paused, "we talked about normal things you know, my Godson, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," he smiled, "just basically shooting the breeze." Hermione couldn't deny it; Sirius was a good actor. The way he had smiled it seemed as if he was fondly remembering the conversation. Hermione well knew though that their conversation could not in any way be considered a "fond" memory.
"Now you say that you two discussed your Godson, Harry Potter, now isn't it true that he disappeared that day?" Terry seemed to think that he was getting somewhere but he had no idea how truly far away he was.
"Yes, that is true, Harry did disappear that day but I assure you that the circumstances surrounding his disappearance had nothing to do with Dumbledore or his death!" Hermione could not believe how well Sirius was doing, he looked thoroughly offended and it seemed as if talking of his Godson was causing him great pain.
"Ok, calm down I was merely enquiring." Terry looked discouraged now, as if he had just lost his lead. He looked to Percy, "that is all." Terry sat down with a disappointed thump next to Hermione and crossed his arms. With his brows furrowed and kept murmuring to himself, "this just doesn't make sense...just doesn't make sense."
'But it does make sense', Hermione thought to herself, it made sense if you knew the real story. For the past five years Hermione had been dying to tell people the truth, dying to tell them what really happened, dying to reveal to them the true colors of Albus Dumbledore. It made her livid to see people crying over Dumbledore, regretting his death; mourning his memory. She laughed savagely to herself thinking of how the people would react if they knew what they were crying over.
Lost in her thought, Hermione had not realized that two other people had been questioned, Professor McGonnagal and Professor Flitwick. Percy seeming utterly unsatisfied dismissed court for lunch. Hermione made her way to the back of the room to talk to the individual she had been so anxious to converse with.
Seeing her walk over the figure still heavily clad in dark disguise smirked. "Fancy seeing you here." He muttered to her sarcastically.
"Oh, such a kidder," she muttered half to herself. "What made you decide to come?" She questioned in a more serious manner.
"You." He said simply. Hermione hated when his answers were short like that, it made her think that he was hiding something. She decided not to show her annoyance and simply nodded. But something was weighing on her mind, something she needed to discuss.
"I think we should tell the truth." She whispered quickly; thankful she finally got it out. The person she was standing before just stared at her, (or at least she thought he did, it was hard to tell beneath the sunglasses.)
"Are you mad?" He said in an overwrought voice. "Telling could ruin everything!"
"The people deserve to know! They are mourning his death, I mean come on the man doesn't even deserve that!" She took a deep breath, she needed to calm down, she was starting to draw attention to herself. "It has been five years, and I think this has gone on long enough...really, it's time."
"I suppose you might be right." He said in a defeated voice, "After the break you may if you desire tell them the truth." He paused thinking for a brief second. "But you must understand the consequences that might arise, I mean they may not even believe you."
"I know but I do have other people who know the real story who would back me up, you, Sirius, Snape..."
"Really Ms. Granger I insist you begin calling me Severus, you are after all no longer one of my students." Hermione jumped at his words and turned around to see a very tired looking Severus Snape standing there. "Now, what might I ask were you saying about me?"
"Well, Professor...I mean Severus, we have decided to tell the truth." Snape's mouth curved into a thin smile, something that looked extremely foreign on his gaunt face. He had spent the last six years as a double agent and had gone through quite an ordeal. He had a good reason to look thoroughly worn.
"At last..." was all he managed to say before court was called back into session.
Hermione made her way back to her seat among the ocean of whispers, the whole courtroom had all seen her talking to the mystery person. She didn't care though she was used to whispers.
When everyone was all settled down and back in their seats, Percy made his way back to the front of the room. "Who would the jury like to call to the stand next?" He said rather loudly. Hermione stood up. "Yes?"
"I'd like to call myself to the stand." She said boldly. The room burst into an explosion of whispers. Hermione didn't even wait for Percy's response; she went up to the stand, sat down and said simply, "I know who killed Albus Dumbledore."
"Who?" Percy said excitedly.
"Before I tell you, it is necessary that you know the real story and the real Dumbledore."
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Okay...I wrote that practically a year ago, but I am considering continuing this as an AU, because it does not go with anything that happened in the fifth book. I know that much of the technical stuff is not accurate either, but the plot is what I am mostly focusing on, not the technical stuff anymore.... | | |
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~*~*~*~
Twenty-two year old Hermione Granger walked hurriedly down the marble hallway of the Ministry Trial House. She was late, and late was definitely not a good thing, especially when you were supposed to be on the panel of prosecutors. She reached the oak doors that served as an entrance to the trial room, and taking a deep breath she opened them.
Hearing the creaking of the doors, all the people that crowded the large room turned to look back. Hermione glanced around the room searching for someone specific; her stopped when she had laid eyes on him. He was sitting alone, with no one in front, beside or behind him. Laughing slightly to herself she made her way confidently up to the jury bench.
After making sure that she was situated, Percy Weasley the head of the Department of Trials and Investigations began to speak. "We are gathered here today, because a crime was committed." Hermione snorted silently to herself in amusement, Percy was being his normal pompous self. "A crime," he continued, "that is still at the forefront of our minds. Albus Dumbledore was murdered, five years ago and we are here to finally bring the culprit of this truly heinous crime to justice." He paused, "would any of the prosecutors like to suggest someone to question." He surveyed the nine people sitting on the bench before him. The man next to Hermione stood up.
"I would." It was Terry Boot; he had been in Hermione's year at Hogwarts. "I would like to call to the stand Mr. Sirius Black" At these words everyone gasped. Hermione turned around and saw Sirius stand up, during her glance around the room she had not spotted him, she smiled at him as he walked up to the questioning chair and Terry stood up.
"Sirius Black," Terry began, "I understand that you and Dumbledore were quite close, you kept in touch with him often?"
"Yes, that is true." Sirius was looking at Hermione with a helpless look on his face, Sirius knew the story and Hermione could tell he was debating on whether to lie or not. She discreetly held up her hand to signal him to wait.
"Now, Mr. Black, how long had it been since you had talked to Dumbledore before he was killed." Terry was now pacing back and forth, his hands behind his back.
"I had talked with him that day." Hermione smiled inwardly; she knew what Terry was going to ask next and she knew Sirius would be forced to lie.
"And what was it that you talked about?" Terry asked in a tone louder than the one he had been using.
"Well," Sirius paused, "we talked about normal things you know, my Godson, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," he smiled, "just basically shooting the breeze." Hermione couldn't deny it; Sirius was a good actor. The way he had smiled it seemed as if he was fondly remembering the conversation. Hermione well knew though that their conversation could not in any way be considered a "fond" memory.
"Now you say that you two discussed your Godson, Harry Potter, now isn't it true that he disappeared that day?" Terry seemed to think that he was getting somewhere but he had no idea how truly far away he was.
"Yes, that is true, Harry did disappear that day but I assure you that the circumstances surrounding his disappearance had nothing to do with Dumbledore or his death!" Hermione could not believe how well Sirius was doing, he looked thoroughly offended and it seemed as if talking of his Godson was causing him great pain.
"Ok, calm down I was merely enquiring." Terry looked discouraged now, as if he had just lost his lead. He looked to Percy, "that is all." Terry sat down with a disappointed thump next to Hermione and crossed his arms. With his brows furrowed and kept murmuring to himself, "this just doesn't make sense...just doesn't make sense."
'But it does make sense', Hermione thought to herself, it made sense if you knew the real story. For the past five years Hermione had been dying to tell people the truth, dying to tell them what really happened, dying to reveal to them the true colors of Albus Dumbledore. It made her livid to see people crying over Dumbledore, regretting his death; mourning his memory. She laughed savagely to herself thinking of how the people would react if they knew what they were crying over.
Lost in her thought, Hermione had not realized that two other people had been questioned, Professor McGonnagal and Professor Flitwick. Percy seeming utterly unsatisfied dismissed court for lunch. Hermione made her way to the back of the room to talk to the individual she had been so anxious to converse with.
Seeing her walk over the figure still heavily clad in dark disguise smirked. "Fancy seeing you here." He muttered to her sarcastically.
"Oh, such a kidder," she muttered half to herself. "What made you decide to come?" She questioned in a more serious manner.
"You." He said simply. Hermione hated when his answers were short like that, it made her think that he was hiding something. She decided not to show her annoyance and simply nodded. But something was weighing on her mind, something she needed to discuss.
"I think we should tell the truth." She whispered quickly; thankful she finally got it out. The person she was standing before just stared at her, (or at least she thought he did, it was hard to tell beneath the sunglasses.)
"Are you mad?" He said in an overwrought voice. "Telling could ruin everything!"
"The people deserve to know! They are mourning his death, I mean come on the man doesn't even deserve that!" She took a deep breath, she needed to calm down, she was starting to draw attention to herself. "It has been five years, and I think this has gone on long enough...really, it's time."
"I suppose you might be right." He said in a defeated voice, "After the break you may if you desire tell them the truth." He paused thinking for a brief second. "But you must understand the consequences that might arise, I mean they may not even believe you."
"I know but I do have other people who know the real story who would back me up, you, Sirius, Snape..."
"Really Ms. Granger I insist you begin calling me Severus, you are after all no longer one of my students." Hermione jumped at his words and turned around to see a very tired looking Severus Snape standing there. "Now, what might I ask were you saying about me?"
"Well, Professor...I mean Severus, we have decided to tell the truth." Snape's mouth curved into a thin smile, something that looked extremely foreign on his gaunt face. He had spent the last six years as a double agent and had gone through quite an ordeal. He had a good reason to look thoroughly worn.
"At last..." was all he managed to say before court was called back into session.
Hermione made her way back to her seat among the ocean of whispers, the whole courtroom had all seen her talking to the mystery person. She didn't care though she was used to whispers.
When everyone was all settled down and back in their seats, Percy made his way back to the front of the room. "Who would the jury like to call to the stand next?" He said rather loudly. Hermione stood up. "Yes?"
"I'd like to call myself to the stand." She said boldly. The room burst into an explosion of whispers. Hermione didn't even wait for Percy's response; she went up to the stand, sat down and said simply, "I know who killed Albus Dumbledore."
"Who?" Percy said excitedly.
"Before I tell you, it is necessary that you know the real story and the real Dumbledore."
AN- That's it! Review review review! And my beta-reader and I have agreed that having a second beta-reader would be helpful because we cannot catch everything. So if you are interested please e-mail me. Top of Form 1
Okay...I wrote that practically a year ago, but I am considering continuing this as an AU, because it does not go with anything that happened in the fifth book. I know that much of the technical stuff is not accurate either, but the plot is what I am mostly focusing on, not the technical stuff anymore.... | | |
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