I pulled the jacket close around me, to guard against the chill in the London air. Professor Dumbledore walked on one side of me, and Remus on the other. We were nearing the Ministry of Magic headquarters.

I tried to think of something happy. The image that came to mind was my room when I had gone back there yesterday. It had been filled with gifts from the prefects, the less arrogant of Slytherin House, and from Fred and George Weasley. I had a hard time putting it all away. I had to enchant my trunk so that it had more than one compartment. I did do something, though, before I went to bed. I set off one of the Everlasting Fireworks that the Weasleys gave me. The common room was full of fireworks until morning.

"We're here," Remus said. We were standing outside a phone booth.

"A phone booth? That's the Ministry of Magic?" Remus gave me a look that silenced me. He went into the phone booth, followed by Dumbledore. "Coming, Angie?" Remus asked, seeing my hesitation. "Or are you chicken?" I squished in.

"Remus," I said, "You are a git."

"I know," Remus said before picking up the receiver. He dialled 6-2-4-4-2.

"Ministry of Magic. State your name and reason of visitation," A cool voice said.

"Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Angel Morte, here for a disciplinary hearing," Dumbledore told no one in particular. Three badges came out of the coin return slot. "Thank you for visiting the Ministry of Magic. Please check your wands upon entrance." Remus hung up and the elevator began to move. Dumbledore took the badges out of the Coin return slot and handed each of us one. I decided to wait to put mine on. It was hard enough to move around in the phone booth.

We emerged from the phone booth into a long hall. On the sides were fireplaces for Floo travel. In the center was a statue. I went over and examined it. A witch and wizard stood surrounded by a house elf, a centaur, and a goblin. The goblin is a grumpy looking fellow, the house elf has an independent expression, and the centaur stands apart from the others, like he doesn't want to be there.

"I see you have found the statue that Fred and George donated to replace the one your father broke," Dumbledore said. "I think that they wanted to tell the ministry that it was time for change." Remus clapped me on the shoulder.

"We should get to the courtroom," Dumbledore said, and I was steered in the direction of the security desk.

"Hello Eric. Life treating you well?" Remus asked the security guard as he handed over his wand.

"Pretty good." Eric put Remus's wand onto the scale. The scale immediately gave a slip of paper.

"9 ½ inches, willow and a unicorn hair for a core. That right?" Remus nodded, and Eric handed Remus back his wand. Dumbledore handed Eric his wand. Eric put it on the scale.

"12 inches, birch, a phoenix feather core?" Eric asked.

"Yes," Dumbledore said, taking back his wand. I handed my wand to Eric.

"13 ½ inches, yew, a Phoenix tail feather core?" Eric asked.

"Yes," I said, although I had no idea. My wand had been broken in battle, and someone had picked up my father's wand as mine. Eric handed back my wand.

"Good day," He said, and we went through a door to a set of lifts.

"When did you get your father's wand?" Dumbledore asked.

"It was with me after the battle. It works better than my wand. I guess that's because I learned how to use it first." Dumbledore nodded, and pushed the lift call button. In moments a lift came up. We went in. Floating around the top of the lift were several paper airplanes.

The lift went down each floor, and with each floor my heart sunk even more. A cool female voice announced each floor. We went all the way down to the ninth floor. There we got out.

"We have a bit of a walk," Remus said. I nodded, to nervous to speak.

"No need to worry," Dumbledore, said, giving my hand a squeeze before walking ahead. I followed, conjuring up another happy memory.

(Flashback)

I sat at the end of Slytherin table, like I always did. Madame Pomfrey had allowed me to leave the hospital wing in time for breakfast. I poked at my food, too nervous to eat.

"Hi, I'm Vera," A Seventh year said as she sat next to me.

"I'm Angie," I told her.

"Did you hear? Professor Malfoy is doing a Transformation Potion with us next. I wonder what it will transform into?" Vera was a gossip mill, I gathered.

"No idea. Professor McGonagall is going to let us start to transfigure desks next," I told Vera.

"How cool is that? I would love--" Vera was interrupted by a huge Grey owl. It held what looked like a Howler in its beak.

"Better open it. It'll be worse if you ignore it," Vera whispered. I took the Howler and it began to smoke. I opened it and it began to sing.

Fred

Don't scream, Don't cry,

Not a tear in your eye,

That judge'll let you off,

Or we'll feed him a toff,

Make him fat,

(Think he'll make a good cat?

George, sh!)

George

Or if it's a she

Send her to me

Once I turn on my Charms

She won't dare take arms

Against you

Both

You're the best, the brightest

(Excuse me; do you know how much this light is?

Get out!)

You'll think of a way to get off

Or we'll feed you a toff

With Dumbledore by your side

We won't need to lie

About where we hid the body

I was laughing so hard that I nearly fell of my chair. I looked up at the head table and saw the teachers in all states of shock. Professor McGonagall had her lips pursed, Professor Dumbledore was laughing merrily, andHagrid was laughing so hard he shook the hall. Draco had a bemused smile on his lips, and Professor Flitwick was balancing precariously on his stack of books.

(End flashback)

We were outside a heavy wooden door. The walls were grey stone, and it was very cold down here. I let the smile linger on my lips for a moment, and then wiped it away before I enter before the Wizengamot. The Wizengamot was seated on benches against all of the walls, only leaving about four feet for a door. A chair wrapped with chains was at the center of the room. I went and stood beside it, with Dumbledore and Remus at my side.

"Please, have a seat, Ms. Morte," The Minister of Magic said. I sat in the chair, not really wanting to. The chains snaked around me. I gave no reaction to this, not sure if giving one would be wise. Inside I was scared as hell.

"Disciplinary hearing of the 20th of December, into offences committed under the Decree of illegal magic by Angela Percivus Morte, on the 12 of December, 2005. Interrogators; Cornelius Fudge, Minster for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Alan Krumpnik, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. Court scribe; Percy Ignatius Weasley. Witness for the Defence; Albus Dumbledore. Charges; Use of an unforgivable curse against another wizard." The minister looked down at us. "You may begin."

"First of all, I would like to point out that you brought Harry Potter forth for the exact same charges 18 years ago. You let Harry off because he was defending himself from Lord Voldemort. Having thought that Mr. Potter had killed Voldemort, you let him off. The truth is, Harry did not kill Voldemort. Ms. Morte here is the one who killed Voldemort." Dumbledore said this with amazing eloquence. I would have looked at him if I had not been taking in the Wizengamot. They all wore purple robes, and they each looked down at me with disdain.

"Ms. Morte, is this true?" A woman to the side of the minister asked.

"It is," I said, more confident than I felt.

"Describe what happened on the night of December the 12th."

I took a breath. "Before or after the fight had begun?" I asked the interrogators.

"Since 6:00 p.m."

"Very well. Professor Dumbledore had just called me into his office and expelled me--" An interrogator interrupted me.

"Expelled you?" He asked. I assumed he was Alan Krumpnik.

"Professor Dumbledore was under the impression that I was a danger to the school." I was going to be perfectly honest here, no matter what.

"And why was that?"

"You will have to ask him." My voice, my face, it betrayed no emotion.

"Why did you feel the need to expel Ms. Morte, Headmaster?"

"I was trying to get rid of all the students and teachers I thought were possible Death Eaters." The Headmaster was showing no emotion either.

"Ah. And are you a Death Eater, Ms. Morte?" Jeez, these people were tough.

"No. My father is Lord Voldemort. I believe that is the reason the Headmaster expelled me." A gasp went up from the Wizengamot.

"Quiet! QUIET!" The minister quickly restored calm. "Describe this so called "battle" from the beginning, Ms. Morte," The minister said.

"It started when I saw James Potter coming toward the Forbidden Forest, where I was with the Order of the Phoenix and the DA. James was a Death Eater. We duelled. He overpowered me by using the Crutacius curse. When he stopped using it I found myself bound and levitating. Lucius Malfoy then proceeded to take me to my father." I stopped for a breath.

"And did they not realise that you were the daughter of Voldemort?" Alan Krumpnik asked, making it sound more like a sneer.

"Draco Malfoy had put a spell on me beforehand so that I would not be recognized. I have expressed it to him many times that I would rather die than become a Death Eater."

"Draco Malfoy? As in Lucius Malfoy's son?" I did not want to tell them every intimate detail of my life.

"Yes." The chains were getting tighter.

"Very well. I believe the Wizengamot has enough information to vote." The minister turned to the Wizengamot behind him. "All in favour of letting Ms. Morte off, raise their hands." He was interrupted by Dumbledore.

"I believe that I have the right to call more witnesses, Cornelius?" Dumbledore asked.

"Very well, Dumbledore, but make it quick."

"Yes. Remus, can you tell me what happened after the Battle? How may bodies were taken away?"

"Ten. Six Death Eaters, three of the Order and DA, and Lord Voldemort." Remus put hate into the name Voldemort.

"And did you see Lord Voldemort get killed?"

"Yes. Ms. Morte killed him, with his own wand." Remus's voice shone with pride.

"No further questions. I am finished, Cornelius." The minister turned back to the Wizengamot.

"All those in favour of letting Ms. Morte off, raise their hands." About a quarter of the people raised their hands. "The majority rules. Now, for the sentencing." The minister turned to the other interrogators and they conversed in hushed tones.

"We tried," Remus said, looking at me.

"Yes, we did. You were wonderfully calm and composed. You shocked the Wizengamot." Dumbledore smiled at her.

"We have the verdict," The minister announced. Remus and Dumbledore turned to face The minister. "Due to circumstances beyond our control, we have reduced the life sentence in Azkaban to 5 years." Relief swept over my mind. But what also came with it was worry for the future.

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