Ok, so I lied a little. I didn't update that soon. I am sorry! I shall update next Saturday, and if not, then I will update each day of the week for one week to make it up to all of you. Well here in the next part, this is the trial. Read and REVIEW!
As I opened my eyes, they fell on many of the people sitting around me. It seemed to be the entire Order. Harry and Ron were sitting in the back row, near Dumbledore. "Are you okay?" I heard from my right. Ginny was sitting besides me. Draco was on the other side. "Where are we?" I whispered back to her.
"We are being trialed to see what we know. We are at Hogwarts. Only the order is here and everyone wants to know who you are. We refused to tell, so did him." Ginny said as she pointed to Remus. I wanted to kill him more than anything. I wanted to kill them all. I began to get up, but soon I was pulled back down by Ginny and Draco.
"You three are being charged as deathearters and of trying to kill most of Order, how do you pled?" Dumbledore looked furious.
"Guilty," I yelled standing up. Ginny and Draco did the same thing to give me support.
"What are your names?" Dumbledore asked. I could see a boy writing everything said down on a piece of parchment.
"We will not tell you!" Draco said, Ginny turned to look at me and we both had the same worried expression on our faces.
"All of us know two of your names, Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley. Who are you, Miss?" Dumbledore directed towards me. He could of won a staring contest against a hippogryph; with the glare he gave me.
"You do not know, neither do you Ron or Harry?" I asked, a grin showing. "Oh my gosh, how dumb could all of you get? I went to school with Ron and Harry and even Ginny and Draco. I was your friend." I started to pace up and down, I needed more time to think then just the few minutes I had.
"We have never meet you, why would we?" Harry snarled at me as he stood. "You are totally filth beneath any of us. I would never be a friend with you."
This is what I had expected, but I was not ready to hear it coming from him, at least not yet. Ginny came over to me and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I hope you don't mind if I speak." Came a familiar voice. Remus stood up and looked at Dumbledore.
"Of coarse not, Remus. Do you know who she is?" Dumbledore looked as if he had never hoped for anything more.
Remus shook his head. "Yes I know who she is. She kind of told me who she was, before you stunned her. By the way Harry," Remus turned to look at Harry, "you might regret what you said a few minutes before. This will come as a surprise to many. Her name is Hermione Jane Granger." As he said this, everyone looked totally shocked. Draco came to me, and whispered some words of confidence.
"Is this true? Are you Hermione Jane Granger?" I was about ready to cry as these words spilled over Albus Dumbledore's pale form. Although my face was even paler as I shook my head yes.
"How did you change you appearance, Hermione?" I heard Harry say, as if he did not want to believe it to be so.
"All of us can change out appearance." I said back. My anger level was boiling. I turned to look at Dumbledore. "I have something to say to you Dumbledore. You are one of the reasons I am like this. You would not even look at me, when I needed your help. I went to the only person that would even look at me. And I am proud to stand here to day with the mark on my arm and next to my true friends." My words seemed to have shocked everyone. Not one person would look me in the eyes, except Dumbledore, Draco, and Ginny.
"Is that so Miss Granger? Maybe I should clear something up, that you forgot to say. You came to me after spending four years in Azkaban."
"That is because of him." I pointed angrily at Lupin. "You left and never came back. I gave everything to you and you in turn killed the life I loved." I could feel my body breaking down from no sleep, food, water, and most of all anger. My legs would not support me any longer, so I fell to the floor.
"I agree with Hermione. When I found her, she looked terrible. No one would help her. But I did. I was her school rival, but at least I know what is right to do." Draco had found the courage to speak from all the words I said. "Then when we found Ginny, her parents had abandoned her. And here they sit to day. I would like each and every one of you to go to Hell. You guys killed two of the best witches the world has seen in a long time and not one of you would even think twice about it." Draco was looking as angry as I felt. "We found friends in the Dark Lord and in the Deatheaters we met and at least we stick together." Draco walked over to me, pulled me of the ground, and put his arm around my shoulder, Ginny did the same. I had never had such good friends.
"So this is the life all of you have chosen?" I heard Mrs. Weasley's voice. "I came home one day to find Deathearter clothes in Ginny's bedroom. When she was asleep I looked at her arm and found the mark. I never thought she would do that. Now that I see Hermione up there to, I don't know what to think. I never imagined I would see those two on that side." Mrs. Weasley had stood up and I could tell she was close to tears. Finally she let her tears fall like a waterfall. Her husband started to comfort her.
"Does anyone have any idea what we should do with them?" Dumbledore asked sorrowly as he looked at us. His eyes fell on me. His eyes were full of tears.
"I think I will take them." A cold voice said from the back of the room. Everyone turned to see Cornelius Fudge. "From what I have heard, these threes are deatheaters and will be taken to Azkaban immediately."
"I can not let you do that, again. These three are at my school and they are our spies into Voldemort's hands. They were just reporting what they heard. Hermione please tell me what Voldemort said to you?" Dumbledore gave me a warning glance as to play along.
I decided it might be better if I did. "The Dark Lord, he is going to attack at the next Quidditch game in Ireland." I did not think anyone would believe me. But it looked like the minister did, at least.
"Alright, why are you trusting someone who was in Azkaban for four years any ways?" Fudge asked turning to Dumbledore. Dumbledore took Fudge off to his office. Many members came and trapped us in a circle. Hands grabbed our arms and pulled us into a room. Only one stood, as watchman. I hated everyone especially Dumbledore. His name said it all. He was Dumb as a door. I hid in the corner, crying into my arms. One thought came back to me. One I heard along time ago.
'I thought you would welcome death, all your friends abandoning you.'
It was something a dead man had said. Not to me, but to another. But those words fit me perfectly. I am afraid they always will. All me memories were flooding in and out of my head. Killing. I wanted revenge on the boy who killed two people I loved. I went after him. When I found him, I killed him. I made him suffer. My mistake was doing it. I was caught, red handed, his blood stained my hands. Shoved into Azkaban was the fate that awaited me. My sentence was four years since I was a murderer, but still so young. I earned the title of murderer, but I wouldn't let them put me into the newspaper. I never had a problem killing since then.