The Trial

Harry, Ron and Draco were finally able to leave the cold hell-like atmosphere of Azkaban only to attend Draco's trial. Of course, they were all in chains to prevent them from escaping.

The courtroom wasn't that full. Everyone from the Order and the Weasleys were there to witness. Neville slowly got up and began his opening arguments.

Harry looked around. He was instantly reminded of the courtrooms in the muggle world except for a few differences. There wasn't a judge but several council members and there wasn't a jury.

"And just how do you plan to prove Mr. Malfoy's innocence, Longbottom," Harrison stated moments later.

Neville nervously looked at the three men before going to jar and handing it to Harrison. He poured it into a large bowl and persuaded the council members to go in observe.

"This memory is from a man who witnessed Draco defend the innocent murderous death-eaters," Neville explained.

Reluctantly, the council members got sucked into the pensieve. Giving the three of them one last glance, Neville followed.

×××××

The doors opened after being forcefully kicked in just as lightening flashed. A man in a dark cloak made his way into the house, his wand at the ready. Neville frowned. He'd never seen this memory before… He watched as Draco revealed himself before barging up the stairs of the old house…

Everyone followed but Neville was starting to feel very nervous as he followed along. They ended up in a bedroom, finding Draco standing over an elderly man, his wand pressed against the old man's forehead.

Neville began to feel horrible. He was sending his friends and himself to hell. He watched astounded as Draco hit the elderly man and dragged him out of the room, down the stairs and slamming him against the wall.

"You bastard," Draco spat at the man.

"Please—Please don't—"

"AVEDA KEDAVRA!"

Neville watched petrified. What was going on? This wasn't the evidence he'd collected.

"This is enough," Harrison's voice echoed when Draco turned to a woman standing in the doorway. Suddenly, they were back in court.

×××××

Neville slumped down on his seat. He couldn't explain what was going on. His whole case had been sabotaged but who had done it? He looked up Harrison, his anger and his frustration rising.

He couldn't help it. "You son of a bitch," he exploded causing everyone to gasp break into murmurs. "You did this! He changed my evidence! Son of—"

"Hold your tongue, Longbottom," Harrison shook his head. "How dare you accuse me of such treachery?"

"You did this! You did it," Neville continued to rave.

"SILENCE! Hold your tongue or you'll surely be sorry!"

"I don't give a damn about—"

"On all counts, all of you are guilty! Send them to Azkaban!" Harrison demanded.

They were all grabbed by Aurors and dragged out of the court while they yelled out curses protests. Soon the five of them were sitting in a cell moping. On the plus side, Harry had Hermione with him. He could make sure she was okay.

"I should've killed the damn bastard," Neville banged his hands against the prison bars. "Son of a bitch!"

"Neville, yelling out profanity isn't going to help," Hermione sighed.

"I know he's behind all of this," Neville shook his head. "He's behind all of this!"

As much as Harry wanted to agree, Harry said,

"You don't know that. You can't just assume."

Neville's accusations couldn't be swayed. He turned to Harry, a deadly glint in his eyes.

"No. I know he did and I'm going to make him pay."

I'm going to make you PAY!