Chapter Four- Mysteries from the Beyond
AN- Most of this chapter is dialog (which is not my best skill in the world). Also I would like to thank HP Lexicon for all the wonderful help that they have given me, not only in this fic but in everything. I've been, out of the loop, for some time, so-to-speak, but I WILL continue this fic until the alternate ending which I plan on writing. I'm not so sure about the chapters, lengths or how many will be created, but I could use all the help and ideas! –thanks for reviewing as well! (next chappie will have a special surprise and a hint on what's going on)
'Your honor, the prosecution would like to call Miss Sibyll Patricia Trawlney to the stand.' The blonde haired witch, right of the isles stood and walked to the stand. Her flowing purple hippie skirt followed her as she went. Huge thick spectacles magnified her gaze at the audience.
'Miss Trawlney, how do you know the defendant?' Umbridge spoke sullenly with a twisted grin.
'She is my colleague.' Trawlney beamed, intoxicated in the midst of her haze of perfume.
'Your colleague? How well do you know Miss McGonagall, as a colleague?'
'I know that she is considered one of the best in her area of expertise. My Inner Eye has told me of the things she has done and I deem her to be a very wise person.'
'I see. And on the night of Albus Dumbledore's murder, did your Inner Eye 'tell' you anything?'
'Yes. My Inner Eye had told me many things that evening. On of which concerned Minerva.'
'What, exactly did your 'Inner Eye' tell you?' Umbridge said getting annoyed at the woman on the stand.
'My Inner Eye saw Minerva pointing a wand at Dumbledore. That is what 'it' showed me, that and nothing else regarding Minerva.'
'Of course your Inner Eye can be wrong sometimes and can leave off pieces of information, can it not?'
'My Inner Eye is always correct, but it does not always see clearly.'
'Very well, that is all, your honor.' McGonagall rose to resume her position.
'Miss Trawlney, did your 'Inner Eye' tell you what had happened?'
'No, it only gave the picture.'
'So you had no idea what had happened before the image you had received?'
'Objection,' Umbridge stood up abruptly, 'leading the witness.'
'Overruled Dolores, everyone leads a witness to something. Please answer the question Miss Trawlney.' Fudge spoke softly as if he was protecting her. Umbridge sat down mortified.
'No. I only saw that one image. For all I know, you could have been putting a drying charm on him.' McGonagall sat down.
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