Disclaimer: Still don't own anything but the plot and the chair I'm sitting on.

A sick smile found it's way to my lips. 'The Girl Who Lived.' Now that's what I should knit onto a sweater.
"Mrs. Riggs?" the judge seems worried about me, his eyes big as he looked at the sick little smile. I look up, jaws have dropped, Draco looks uncomftorable, and Harry looks confused. Was he worried that I'll take his role as hero?

Impossible, he doesn't want to be known as the boy who lived. Never has, and now that he's not even a boy anymore, never will. Enough room examining, it was time to go back to the real world, the world that seems to be disturbed by what was just revealed. I know why they're shocked. I still looked like sweet, little, innocent Ginny who could never live. I must be lying.
"Yes?" my tone is bland in response to the worried judge. There's no need for him to be so scared, I'm okay. Smiling and everything.
"Are you okay?" he just wouldn't stop talking down to me.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I have crossed the point of feigning being okay to toying with the room. As if having this revealed should be a piece o' cake. "Well, the, um, lie Mr. Malfoy just told." his words are hard to find. He doesn't know what's wrong with what he just said.
"He's not lying." my voice is so patient, Dumbledore must have been proud. In fact, he was sitting in the back, watching closely. Quite a few fellow classmates were in the courtroom watching with unsure eyes.

"What do you mean he's not lying?" The judge is a moron. He simply could not grasp the idea of me being so strong. It seemed that no one truly thought of what happened to me.
"Judge, honey, you do realize that I was accused of revealing secrets to the Death Eaters? And that I did in fact give up information?" it was my turn to talk down to him.
"Well, yes..." "Did you, or anyone else for that matter ever stop to wonder how a seventh year, supposedly weak girl could have secrets from the Order to reveal? Is it not rather obvious that something else must have been going on?" my questions were patronzing, but no longer just directed at the judge. My eyes were scanning the room, bringing up thoughts that had once been avoided by so many people.
"Now, I suppose now is a good enough time to explain what really happened.

"I was a plant for the Order. Intentionally captured whilst on a Hogsmeade trip, only no one knew but Dumbledore and myself. I was so sick of the war, sick of waiting to hear who wouldn't be coming back, sick of hearing who went to the other side, sick of all of it. Which is why I was the one chosen for this particular mission. You see, I was told when we would make the final attempt to fight, which at the time, no one besides Dumbledore did. I was captured, taken prisoner, found, whatever you want to call it, rather early into the trip. Which was convenient for me. I didn't want to spend my entire trip waiting. I am grateful that they delivered. Anyways, after I was captured I'm not sure where they took me, it was all very secretive. There were quite a few people there, to torture me, but Lucius wouldn't share. A selfish man, that one. Well, my first instincts were to confess, say when the attack would be, but my better judgement told me to keep my mouth shut. So I sat and suffered the crucio after crucio. Twenty-two t be exact, before I finally started saying the one word that tipped them off. Do you know what that word is? Water. I said water over and over again. Frustrating for Lucius until he figured out that I meant the water supply, a heavily guarded thing for the Death Eaters. Then, the information that was needed was found. They knew what was going to happen next. I'm not quite sure how they knew I'd know, but my guess is there was a plant in the school. To get back to the story, Lucius then Aveda'd me and left."

Jaws were hanging open, everyone thought I had just made up a big long lie and was about to laugh at all of them. Instead, I mindlessly drummed my fingers on my lap as the eldest Malfoy giggled some more. The man had clearly lost his mind.
"Why? Why would Dumbledore tell you the truth?" the judge sputtered, I sighed before answering, as if he should have known.
"Well, since all the Death Eaters figured out that all of the Order would be attacking at the water reserve, they got everyone down there, ready to fight. So, while the fighting was going on, Dumbledore had soldiers secretly out there freeing prisoners from Death Eater grasps. I wish I could have seen it, but I was off recovering. Which is more than most can say after a suicide mission"
"Dumbledore sent you on a SUICIDE MISSION!" the judge proclaimed, his eyes now bugging out of his head. He had bushy eyebrows so it looked like catepillars sitting on eggs.
"Well, yes. Did you not hear the Aveda part? Or the fact that I was sick of everything? I figured I should at least go out in a productive way." my words came out so easily, like pouring ice water into a fire. It all sizzled and screamed and steamed, as the captivated court room sucked everything in. I could see several sets of eyes flash towards Dumbledore, but for once his twinkling eyes were too filled with remorse for reality. "He hadn't wanted to send me, I had insisted when I accidently heard that it would be necessary for this all to happen, for the secret to be revealed. The only problem was when it was all said and done, I was still alive." I remained calm as I explained Dumbledore's side. I looked at him with soft eyes, for which he seemed grateful.
"So you wanted to die?" the judge had a real sputtering problem, with his words having some more trouble finding their way out of his mouth. "Well, I guess you could say that. I didn't want to have to deal with the aftermath of what was done, but I wasn't particularly looking forward to missing out on a Voldermort free world. Turns out it wasn't so great, seeing as I was marked for weak and foolish, again." My words were twinged with a hint of annoyance. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to be the 'little girl' all your life? Well, if you do, you have my empathy.

"Well I did my part! Haha! I tried to kill you! You should have cooperated!" Lucius laughed his words out.
"Well, I'm sorry! That was the weakest Aveda curse I had ever been hit with! You suck!" I was arguing with a man attached to a dolley.
"How many times have you been hit!" and he was arguing back.
"That is beside the point!" Not only was he arguing back, he was winning. "See! It seems that you're just a freak! FREAK! Where's your scar, Freak! Hehehehe!" Lucius' outburst was hurt by the fact that it was followed by a fit of giggles, which calmed me down.
"On my back. Where you hit me with it. After you threw me down. Don't you remember?" My normal speaking voice took over, along with a seemingly calm demeanor. I was still denying the fact that I was arguing in front of a courtroom full of people against a man attached to a dolley. "Can I see it?" I couldn't tell if he was anxious to see his handiwork or doubting that he really had performed the curse at all.
"No." I responded curtly, not interested in taking my shirt off for anyone at the moment.
"Why not?" he whined. This whole set up was beyong ridiculous, yet highly amusing.
"Because if I show you I'll have to show everyone." I was acting as if I was speaking to a child, which it seemed like I was.
"But everyone's here!" he had a point. Everyone was there, and looking at the two of us with wide eyes of disbelief.
"This whole thing makes me uncomftorable." I say I commented, but I was later told I whined.
"I WANNA SEE THE SCAR!" Lucius shouted so violently that his dolley fell over. I held in giggles, and felt uncomftorable again. No, it was more than discomfort, it was pain. The room had switched their focus onto the dolley man on the floor, but luckily for me, Sky was looking at me.
"I think I'm having labor pains!" I dramaticly mouthed to her.
"What?" She mouthed back. I repeated, she repeated her comment.
"I said, I think I'm having labor pains!" I shouted. The attention instantly went of off Senior Dolley onto me, as I clasped a hand over my mouth suddenly well aware that my last words had not been mouthed.


A/N: Did that earn a review? I explained a lot. C'mon...review!