Goodnes me I am being TERRIBLE at updating! I'm just too lazy. This is the court scene and I'm not too hot at those so have an open mind. I did the best I could. Thank you my lone reviewer and I wish I had more from other people but they seemed scared of me or something. Anywho, enjoy!
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One week later Desiree Black stood in front of the full length mirror that was in the seventh year girls dorm and took in the sight of herself.
Chocolate brown robes that matched her hair and eyes adorned her body and was cinched at the waist with a gold loop belt. The flare of the sleeves gave it a very sophisticated look and feel to Desiree.
She was dressed like this today because it was the day of the trail. Today Lydia Doubir would meet her maker and Desiree would finally have some form of justice.
While she was still standing in front of the mirror, Desiree took a deep breath as Nadina decided to voice her opinion. `You look like a thirty year old harlot.' Trying to be strong, Desiree ignored the voice.
`Do you really want to go through with this? This will just make your soon to be punishment several times more painful.' "Just shut up, you have no idea what your talking about." Desiree said softly out loud. "If lord whats his face wants me, he can just bring it but I can't guarantee he'll be left standing in the end." Nadina scoffed and replied `Yeah, right.' and continued on with her criticism about Desiree and such. Being the stronger and bigger person, Desiree chose to ignore it because she needed all her wits about her today.
"Are you ready Desiree?" Hermione asked carefully while she poked her head in through the door. After Desiree received the letter about her mom, she filled Hermione and Ron in, along with apologizing profusely.
"Yeah, I'll be right down." She took one last look in the mirror before she headed down the stairs to meet her grandfather Bruce Black, who was accompanying her to the courtroom.
~~~Courtroom~~~
Desiree nervously glanced around the courtroom from her hard wooden seat. It seemed as if they were in a dungeon of some sort with bleachers behind Desiree, a judges seat to the front, and jury benches to the right.
Desiree sighed heavily as she felt her grandfather's hand pat her leg under the table. "It will be all right little one. Just be patient." he said with a small, comforting smile on his face.
Through the past hour Desiree had come to adore her grandfather. Though getting on up in his years, Bruce Black still had the eyes and charm of a younger man and was always ready with a peppermint whenever Desiree wanted one. Bruce was also a wizard lawyer and was going to prosecute Lydia for her crimes.
"All rise for the honorable Judge Robert Harris." A voice from the far left corner of the large courtroom echoed. Everyone stood up as a pot bellied man with thin gray hair in billowing black robes sat down behind the judges table.
Desiree glanced to her left where Lydia and her lawyer sat, a smug look was plastered upon her face as she turned her head to meet her niece's glance. Desiree tore her eyes away from her to sit down and face the judge who was now speaking.
"We are here today to decided whether or not Ms. Lydia Doubir is guilty of Death Eater activity, kidnapping, and child abuse and neglect inflicted upon minor Desiree Black. Mr. Black, attorney for the minor, you may begin your case."
"Thank you your honor. I would like to call my first witness up to the stands. The afflicted, Miss. Desiree Black." Desiree took a deep breath, stood up, and went to the stands where a bailiff was waiting for her to swear in.
"Please state your full name ma'am." The bailiff asked in a strict voice. "Desiree Hope Black." "Upon the Order of Merlin, do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth?" "I do." "You may be seated"
Desiree sat in the wooden chair next to the judges stand and looked up at the faces in the room. Rows and rows of people in which Desiree had no absolute clue as to who they were sat and stared at her. Some with pity, some with wonder, and some with hate.
She tore her eyes away from the hating faces to find a comfort zone three rows behind her grandfather. Remus Lupin, Molly Weasly, Bill Weasly, and Albus Dumbledore all sat in a row and gave her encouraging looks and warm smiles. Desiree returned their smiles weakly and looked at her grandfather who was prepared to begin.
"Desiree, do you know who this woman is?" he asked her pointing to Lydia. "Yes." Desiree answered bluntly. "Her name is Lydia Doubir and she has pretended to be my mother for the past fifteen years but I recently found out that she was my aunt because my mother has passed away." Bruce nodded and continued. "What was it like living with her as a child?"
Desiree paused and put her head down to think how to put her childhood into words. After several seconds of silence in the courtroom Desiree lifted her head and said "It was...just....horrible. She was never around, I had to teach myself how to cook and clean by time I was five because she either didn't want to or didn't know how to, I can't really answer that one but, she always ignored me. Then when she did pay attention to me she would just hit me or yell at me, too drunk or high to really do anything else. She would always bring these nasty guys home with her who would sleep with her, then..."
Desiree paused and tried to compose herself because tears where threatening to flow down her face and her anger was starting to rise but calmed down when she felt Harry's comforting spirit in her, even though she knew he was not here.
She took a deep breath and continued. "Then they would go look for me, and would either beat me or rape me, or both. After awhile I stopped caring and was sent to a military school where I did whatever I could to get attention or to just get in trouble for no reason. I had no morals or respect for myself because I had no one to show me what those things meant or were."
"What about now?" Bruce asked gently. "Now it's different. I know who I am and I am proud of it. I know who my family is and there are people who actually care about me. I even know how to love. My boyfriend, friends, and family helped me realize that there are more things to life than just getting revenge, laid, or drunk. They made me realize that your life is what you make of it and I am going to make mine the best to my ability."
Sniffing was heard across the courtroom and Molly Weasly held a handkerchief to her face to try and dry the tears that ran down her face.
"Desiree," Bruce pressed on. "did you ever see the Dark Mark on Lydia?" "Yes." answered Desiree. "It is on her left forearm." "Did you ever see her do any dark activity?" "No. Until August I did not realize that the wizarding world existed. I never saw her use a wand or say a spell or anything." "Thank you Desiree. No more questions your honor."
Bruce sat down behind his desk and waited for the other lawyer to begin his piece. "Mr. Ellis, you may begin." Judge Harris told Lyida's lawyer.
"Thank you your honor. Now, if I may point out to the jury, that this case is nothing but a child who didn't get what she wanted and is throwing a fit because of it. My client was not around much because she had to work to support Miss Black and herself. Miss Black had a bad temper and threw tantrums and my client could not put up with it so she sent her to military school. My client also claims that she is not a Death Eater and never was. However, Miss Black," The man said to Desiree as he began to walk towards her. "did you ever sit down and talk with your mother?"
"She's not my mother. My mother's name was Nacole Black." Desiree reminded the lawyer, whom she was quickly writing off as stupid.
Mr. Ellis gave a cocky smile and a disgusting laugh and said "Excuse me, my mistake. Now back to my question, did you ever sit down and talk with your aunt?" "No." "Why?" "Why? Why should I? I never spoke to her becasue there was no point. She would just tell me to shut up or slap me or whatever. There was no point in even going near her. She was, and still is, nothing but a slush and a slut and I'm embarrassed to say that I even went out in public at one time with her."
"Did you ever love her?" asked Mr. Ellis who was quickly losing his steam. "No." said Desiree as she stared at Lydia. "I hate her. She almost destroyed my life before I had a chance to live. Oh but you better believe all that has changed now. I'm in control and I say what goes on in my life."
Mr. Ellis began to shuffle the papers in his hands, looking for some point of inspiration. "Aha." He said ever so softly. "You have a mightly long track record with the authorities back in Miami and even one here in London, do you not Miss. Black?"
"Yes I do." Stated Desiree truthfully.
"What do you have to say to that? And think about how this looks to the jury." "Your honor he is badgering the witness." Bruce Black said as he stood up. "Restate your question counselor." The judge said. "Why is it that a seventeen year old child can have a record this heafty and not be guilty of something?" The lawyer pressed onto Desiree.
Desiree leaned foward in her chair slightly and said in an even tone. "Back then I was under the impression that she was my mother correct?" Mr. Ellis nodded in compliance. "Well isn't your mother supposed to be a little girls role model? Yes they are and my `role model' sold drugs, got arrested, did whatever it says on that sheet of paper in your hand, and taught me how to do it. She taught me how to pick locks, she taught me how to make crystal meth, she taught me everything I know that's wrong. In a sense it is my fault, but in another, it's not. It's hers. She stole me from my daddy and she made me what I was."
"And what about now?" "I'm Desiree Black. I'm a beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, I'm one of the top students in my class, I'm the daughter of Sirius Black and I am so proud of it." Mr. Ellis looked slightly abashed for a moment before her said "No more questions your honor."
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"Now Lydia, why did you do the things you did to my client?" Bruce asked Lydia later on in the hearing. "I didn't do anything, I was a good mother." Lydia replied in a sickly sweet voice.
"A good mother." Bruce repeated. "A good mother wouldn't leave her child alone in an apartment for hours at a time. A good mother wouldn't bring strange men or illegal drugs home. A good mother would have left the child in question with her actual family instead of kidnapping her and impersonating her mother!"
Bruce now stood in front of Lydia with his hands on either side of the chair and asked this time in a more quiet voice. "Why?" Under Bruce's deadly stare Lydia began to sweat and dart her eyes around the courtroom, looking for some form of escape.
Lydia raised her stare to meet Bruce's and said in loud and almost crazy voice "I did it for the dark lord! He wanted me to trian her to be cruel and hateful so when it came time for the transformation the dark child would rise again and rule the world with him. And I almost succeded if that crooked old man Dumbledore didn't stick his long nose into everything and screw it up. However,"
She said more quietly. "the transformation will still take place. Only now it will be more pain than even that little bitch can bear and the dark world will rise again and nobody will be able to stop lord Voldermort. Not you, not Desiree, not Dumbledore, not even Harry Potter."
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One week later Desiree Black stood in front of the full length mirror that was in the seventh year girls dorm and took in the sight of herself.
Chocolate brown robes that matched her hair and eyes adorned her body and was cinched at the waist with a gold loop belt. The flare of the sleeves gave it a very sophisticated look and feel to Desiree.
She was dressed like this today because it was the day of the trail. Today Lydia Doubir would meet her maker and Desiree would finally have some form of justice.
While she was still standing in front of the mirror, Desiree took a deep breath as Nadina decided to voice her opinion. `You look like a thirty year old harlot.' Trying to be strong, Desiree ignored the voice.
`Do you really want to go through with this? This will just make your soon to be punishment several times more painful.' "Just shut up, you have no idea what your talking about." Desiree said softly out loud. "If lord whats his face wants me, he can just bring it but I can't guarantee he'll be left standing in the end." Nadina scoffed and replied `Yeah, right.' and continued on with her criticism about Desiree and such. Being the stronger and bigger person, Desiree chose to ignore it because she needed all her wits about her today.
"Are you ready Desiree?" Hermione asked carefully while she poked her head in through the door. After Desiree received the letter about her mom, she filled Hermione and Ron in, along with apologizing profusely.
"Yeah, I'll be right down." She took one last look in the mirror before she headed down the stairs to meet her grandfather Bruce Black, who was accompanying her to the courtroom.
~~~Courtroom~~~
Desiree nervously glanced around the courtroom from her hard wooden seat. It seemed as if they were in a dungeon of some sort with bleachers behind Desiree, a judges seat to the front, and jury benches to the right.
Desiree sighed heavily as she felt her grandfather's hand pat her leg under the table. "It will be all right little one. Just be patient." he said with a small, comforting smile on his face.
Through the past hour Desiree had come to adore her grandfather. Though getting on up in his years, Bruce Black still had the eyes and charm of a younger man and was always ready with a peppermint whenever Desiree wanted one. Bruce was also a wizard lawyer and was going to prosecute Lydia for her crimes.
"All rise for the honorable Judge Robert Harris." A voice from the far left corner of the large courtroom echoed. Everyone stood up as a pot bellied man with thin gray hair in billowing black robes sat down behind the judges table.
Desiree glanced to her left where Lydia and her lawyer sat, a smug look was plastered upon her face as she turned her head to meet her niece's glance. Desiree tore her eyes away from her to sit down and face the judge who was now speaking.
"We are here today to decided whether or not Ms. Lydia Doubir is guilty of Death Eater activity, kidnapping, and child abuse and neglect inflicted upon minor Desiree Black. Mr. Black, attorney for the minor, you may begin your case."
"Thank you your honor. I would like to call my first witness up to the stands. The afflicted, Miss. Desiree Black." Desiree took a deep breath, stood up, and went to the stands where a bailiff was waiting for her to swear in.
"Please state your full name ma'am." The bailiff asked in a strict voice. "Desiree Hope Black." "Upon the Order of Merlin, do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth?" "I do." "You may be seated"
Desiree sat in the wooden chair next to the judges stand and looked up at the faces in the room. Rows and rows of people in which Desiree had no absolute clue as to who they were sat and stared at her. Some with pity, some with wonder, and some with hate.
She tore her eyes away from the hating faces to find a comfort zone three rows behind her grandfather. Remus Lupin, Molly Weasly, Bill Weasly, and Albus Dumbledore all sat in a row and gave her encouraging looks and warm smiles. Desiree returned their smiles weakly and looked at her grandfather who was prepared to begin.
"Desiree, do you know who this woman is?" he asked her pointing to Lydia. "Yes." Desiree answered bluntly. "Her name is Lydia Doubir and she has pretended to be my mother for the past fifteen years but I recently found out that she was my aunt because my mother has passed away." Bruce nodded and continued. "What was it like living with her as a child?"
Desiree paused and put her head down to think how to put her childhood into words. After several seconds of silence in the courtroom Desiree lifted her head and said "It was...just....horrible. She was never around, I had to teach myself how to cook and clean by time I was five because she either didn't want to or didn't know how to, I can't really answer that one but, she always ignored me. Then when she did pay attention to me she would just hit me or yell at me, too drunk or high to really do anything else. She would always bring these nasty guys home with her who would sleep with her, then..."
Desiree paused and tried to compose herself because tears where threatening to flow down her face and her anger was starting to rise but calmed down when she felt Harry's comforting spirit in her, even though she knew he was not here.
She took a deep breath and continued. "Then they would go look for me, and would either beat me or rape me, or both. After awhile I stopped caring and was sent to a military school where I did whatever I could to get attention or to just get in trouble for no reason. I had no morals or respect for myself because I had no one to show me what those things meant or were."
"What about now?" Bruce asked gently. "Now it's different. I know who I am and I am proud of it. I know who my family is and there are people who actually care about me. I even know how to love. My boyfriend, friends, and family helped me realize that there are more things to life than just getting revenge, laid, or drunk. They made me realize that your life is what you make of it and I am going to make mine the best to my ability."
Sniffing was heard across the courtroom and Molly Weasly held a handkerchief to her face to try and dry the tears that ran down her face.
"Desiree," Bruce pressed on. "did you ever see the Dark Mark on Lydia?" "Yes." answered Desiree. "It is on her left forearm." "Did you ever see her do any dark activity?" "No. Until August I did not realize that the wizarding world existed. I never saw her use a wand or say a spell or anything." "Thank you Desiree. No more questions your honor."
Bruce sat down behind his desk and waited for the other lawyer to begin his piece. "Mr. Ellis, you may begin." Judge Harris told Lyida's lawyer.
"Thank you your honor. Now, if I may point out to the jury, that this case is nothing but a child who didn't get what she wanted and is throwing a fit because of it. My client was not around much because she had to work to support Miss Black and herself. Miss Black had a bad temper and threw tantrums and my client could not put up with it so she sent her to military school. My client also claims that she is not a Death Eater and never was. However, Miss Black," The man said to Desiree as he began to walk towards her. "did you ever sit down and talk with your mother?"
"She's not my mother. My mother's name was Nacole Black." Desiree reminded the lawyer, whom she was quickly writing off as stupid.
Mr. Ellis gave a cocky smile and a disgusting laugh and said "Excuse me, my mistake. Now back to my question, did you ever sit down and talk with your aunt?" "No." "Why?" "Why? Why should I? I never spoke to her becasue there was no point. She would just tell me to shut up or slap me or whatever. There was no point in even going near her. She was, and still is, nothing but a slush and a slut and I'm embarrassed to say that I even went out in public at one time with her."
"Did you ever love her?" asked Mr. Ellis who was quickly losing his steam. "No." said Desiree as she stared at Lydia. "I hate her. She almost destroyed my life before I had a chance to live. Oh but you better believe all that has changed now. I'm in control and I say what goes on in my life."
Mr. Ellis began to shuffle the papers in his hands, looking for some point of inspiration. "Aha." He said ever so softly. "You have a mightly long track record with the authorities back in Miami and even one here in London, do you not Miss. Black?"
"Yes I do." Stated Desiree truthfully.
"What do you have to say to that? And think about how this looks to the jury." "Your honor he is badgering the witness." Bruce Black said as he stood up. "Restate your question counselor." The judge said. "Why is it that a seventeen year old child can have a record this heafty and not be guilty of something?" The lawyer pressed onto Desiree.
Desiree leaned foward in her chair slightly and said in an even tone. "Back then I was under the impression that she was my mother correct?" Mr. Ellis nodded in compliance. "Well isn't your mother supposed to be a little girls role model? Yes they are and my `role model' sold drugs, got arrested, did whatever it says on that sheet of paper in your hand, and taught me how to do it. She taught me how to pick locks, she taught me how to make crystal meth, she taught me everything I know that's wrong. In a sense it is my fault, but in another, it's not. It's hers. She stole me from my daddy and she made me what I was."
"And what about now?" "I'm Desiree Black. I'm a beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, I'm one of the top students in my class, I'm the daughter of Sirius Black and I am so proud of it." Mr. Ellis looked slightly abashed for a moment before her said "No more questions your honor."
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"Now Lydia, why did you do the things you did to my client?" Bruce asked Lydia later on in the hearing. "I didn't do anything, I was a good mother." Lydia replied in a sickly sweet voice.
"A good mother." Bruce repeated. "A good mother wouldn't leave her child alone in an apartment for hours at a time. A good mother wouldn't bring strange men or illegal drugs home. A good mother would have left the child in question with her actual family instead of kidnapping her and impersonating her mother!"
Bruce now stood in front of Lydia with his hands on either side of the chair and asked this time in a more quiet voice. "Why?" Under Bruce's deadly stare Lydia began to sweat and dart her eyes around the courtroom, looking for some form of escape.
Lydia raised her stare to meet Bruce's and said in loud and almost crazy voice "I did it for the dark lord! He wanted me to trian her to be cruel and hateful so when it came time for the transformation the dark child would rise again and rule the world with him. And I almost succeded if that crooked old man Dumbledore didn't stick his long nose into everything and screw it up. However,"
She said more quietly. "the transformation will still take place. Only now it will be more pain than even that little bitch can bear and the dark world will rise again and nobody will be able to stop lord Voldermort. Not you, not Desiree, not Dumbledore, not even Harry Potter."
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