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It was four days later and the trio checked out of St. Mungo's. Dumbledore restored himself to society and gave all the students a week off from school. Therefore, Harry decided to stay at the Burrow for the week. Jacqueline was still in the hospital in her deep, deep sleep. No one could touch her still other than Draco Malfoy. She had no visitors and was transferred to the last floor into a small room.

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"Harry, you are in the newspaper for fifth day running," said Ron.

"Joy," said Hermione.

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Oh, listen to this," said Ron. He took a bite of his apple and read part of the article. "Jacqueline Mireille, also You-Know-Who's goddaughter, said that she was not associated with him. Her word has been found to be faulty as she sided with him in the end. She is now in St. Mungo's and is in a comma. When she wakes up, immediate trial awaits her."

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It was Friday afternoon, and the nurses were gathered together for dinner. Suddenly, a nurse's wand began to glow red. The owner of it picked it up and apparated to the last floor, color coded red. She checked a charmed piece of parchment and saw that the patient in room 691 was awake. The nurse grew excited and hurried to it. She opened the door and saw the patient in truth awake.

"Where am I?"

"You're in St. Mungo's Ms. Mireille," said the nurse and quickly explained what had happened.

Jacqueline didn't react, but just stared at the ceiling above her. In an hour, her door opened and Cornelius Fudge and Albus Dumbledore entered. Jacqui surveyed them with cold and alert eyes.

"Ms. Riddle," said Fudge coldly, "Is there anything you want to tell us before hand?"

"Before hand what?" smirked Jacqueline.

The minister's eyes narrowed. "Careful what you say, girl. I don't care that you are the Girl That Lived. You will appear before a jury in two days."

"Very well," said Jacqueline coldly, "We'll talk then."