My heart will go on
Chapter eleven
Lucius stood up making his way to the front so the wizengamot could see him, his head was held high and his expensive looking scarlet robes billowed out behind him.
He nodded his head to the judge who motioned for him to begin.
"I have raised my son by the ministries guidelines and rules; however he was never interested in working for the ministry as I do, from a young age he buried himself in dark Arts books and has never looked back."
His voice soft and drawling, he was acting as if he had somewhere better to be and Harry had a hunch that gold had exchanged hands because it seemed that Lucius wasn't trying very hard.
"At school he forever wrote letters to me, he sometimes begged me to help him join the deatheaters, it seemed to be his life goal."
"Why did you not report him?" A member of the wizengamot asked, it was the same witch that had questioned Harry.
"Because I loved my son dearly, when he turned sixteen he claimed to be a spy for the light working for Albus Dumbledore, that was his cover, he was a loyal deatheater and reminded me every time he came room, which thankfully was hardly ever."
"We found a diary in Godric's Hollow, where it states and I quote: I have the equipment I need to perform the ritual, it needs to be started on the full moon and will take a month to complete. My father has declined my offer for him to join me in this brave attempt to resurrect our Lord. Is this what you refer to Mr Malfoy?"
"Yes."
"This diary was found along with a Dark Arts book at Mr Potter's residence, the handwriting inside has been positively matched with Master Malfoy's handwriting from a form he completed recently at the hospital."
"Bollocks." Harry shouted standing up. "There's a charm that can change handwriting to match anyone's, you can't use that as evidence against him."
"Please take your seat; we are well aware of the various charms that 'could' have been used. Is there anything else you would like to add?"
"Yes, as Mr Potter says I did go and visit my son, and we did have an argument, which resulted in him assaulting me."
Harry stood up outraged, how could one man lie so much to a court room full of people.
"Draco never went near him, my daughter Hannah threw up on him after he asked to hold her, and if I'm not mistaken babies generally throw up."
"Please sit down Mr Potter." The judge said fiercely. "Please continue Mr Malfoy."
"Mr Potter accused me of being a deatheater and then I tried to tell him that it wasn't I that was a deatheater but my son. He ordered me out of the house so I left."
"That is the truth."
"Yes, it is."
"Thank you, now we call Narcissa Malfoy, the mother of the accused, to stand in his defence."
Lucius gave his wife a death glare as he walked proudly back to his seat, head still held high as a timid looking Narcissa stood up.
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