The courtroom was rowdy. Wizards and witches of important positions within the Wizarding society and the Ministry gathered for a significant event. The rows on the right held the matriarchs and patriarchs of Pureblood families. Some anxiously await, some shown indifference or annoyance while others looked with disgust. Lines after lines of witches and wizards judges on the opposite, chattering and whispering about the daily, the mundane and the incident at St. Mungo.

Bill sat amongst the Pureblood, uncomfortable visible through his fidgety and shirt-collar pulling. Fenrir had been transferred to Azkaban, his repentance for the crimes he committed. Bill had been worried about his mate's welfare. Though the punishment was just and his mate agreed, that does little to disperse the anxious thoughts during the night. It was ridiculous, Bill realized one afternoon, for him to fell for a criminal. Fenrir granted him the scars that, at each full moon, gave him pain and scared his siblings. Fenrir terrorized the world, the children; doomed Remus Lupin into the life of suspicion and discrimination. His mate was a menace, but Fenrir was his mate. Someone calmed him at night, someone whose presence relaxed him of dark thoughts and worries. Even if they both agreed, Bill does not felt comfortable with the decision.

Sat next to him was the oldest male of the Prewett, Aldric Prewett and his mate, Conall McLeish. The boy was the youngest amongst them, just under eighteen and innocent of his family's sins, yet shouldered the responsibilities and expectations of a patriarch. Next to him was the female, Lennox Prewett, and her mate and fiance, Jocelyn Wyndham. A woman whose age was similar to Bill, and whose personality was more fierce than his. He had met with Lennox once, a month before the trial, and many aspects of her assured Bill of the Prewett's safety and prosperity. Lennox was a strict and stern woman, whose traits allowed her to maintain order amongst the young. She provided assistance to Aldric, and for the moment Lennox Prewett was the head of her family.

Bill had yet conversed with the Prewett's patriarch. He tapped the boy's shoulder, startled him and annoyed his mate. "Anxious, Aldric?"

"Yeah No, no I'm not ... anxious, Bill mister Bill ..." Aldric chewed his lip, a finger tapped against his thighs. "Mister Weasley?"

"Bill's fine, Aldric," Bill said. "Don't need to be formal with me, got it."

"I'm sorry, I'm still new and now I've to represent my family, and their crimes and their children. You don't have to worry! It's somewhat easier to handle, though, recently, so sorry for worried you, Bill." Aldric spoke, smiled tiredly at him. There were the signature ginger hair and freckles associated with their family, but black spots under his eyes and tiredness exuded from his body. Cornall rubbed the boy's shoulder and Aldric sighed happily. "He's nice."

"I'm his Omega," Aldric whispered, "He's forced to, even though I'd asked him not to because I'm yet worthy of his attention. Probably instinct. Alpha protects their Omega, you know," Aldric said with force chuckled. It was instinct for an Alpha to protect an Omega, especially theirs. Yet, an Alpha's instinct was that, protect theirs Omega from harm. Provide comfort, stays through sadness and happiness, and extended help to those their Omega loved was not an Alpha's instinct. Something happened to Aldric, Bill thought.

Three hammered sounds echoed, and the room silenced. Kingston stood on the podium, dressed, like the others, in a black robe. Once he had said his greeting, Kingsley bellowed and Aurors guided the prisoners inside. His father and mother, the former Patriarch and Matriarch of the Weasley.

"Arthur Weasley. Molly Weasley nee Prewett. And 187 adults of the Weasley and Prewett. You're all here for your crimes of forgery documents, deception, assault, child abuse and experiment, and attempted murder. Do the crimes we listed fitted your actions of the past centuries?" Kingsley spoke, stern looks stared at the two culprits. His mother leered at him and his father huffed.

"We've committed none!" Arthur said, angry eyes stared back at Kingsley. The Minister responded with nothing. "Our only crime is our failure to raise our offspring," Arthur said while scowled at him. "What we did was for the benefits of everyone here. So that's none of us will be restraint by nature, so we can choose who we want!"

"And that justifies what you did to Percy?" Bill shouted, anger risen when he heard their reasoning. A world where they choose who they love, where they would not be restraint by nature. To love the wrong person and the right person, to fail and repeat and learn and fix your mistake. A life where choices matter, where your individuality matter. Where nature impacts only the tiniest of your life. "A world you described is wonderful to live. Something most of us desire. But did you gave us the choice? Did you give us the choice to choose, when you seal these parts of us away? Did you give Percy a choice when you used him, tortured, lying to him? Did you?"

"We did. We've given all of you the freedom you want, when we seal those disgusting traits!" "And look at the world," Bill muttered. "Looked at the world, its history, the deaths and the livings! Tell me that your freedom brings peace to the world. Tell me, because I will tell you that you failed!

The world's shit. Your decision enabled those like Voldemort and Grindleward to rise. Your decision ended with the goods death and our world stagnated. Your decision shifted the world worsen than it could've been. Look at my brother. Your decision nearly cost his life, and you broke him. You never acted like a parent, I realized someday ago. The reasons you said nothing when me, Charlie, George, Fred grew into something you dislike, because Percy's. Percy's the golden child, and you already had him, so why bother with us." Bill sat down, unable and wanted to keep silent for the rest of the trial. Arthur and Molly gave him furious and shock looks.

The trial went fast, for much evidence piled until neither of the guilty could counter. By the end, both the judges and the heads of the Pureblood families unanimously agreed on the punishment. Death for Arthur and Molly, with the eldest and the heads of both families. The rest received indeterminate imprisonment.

There were lots of sympathy for him and his siblings. Patted on the back, glances, words came from friends and strangers. Bill silently nodded and subconsciously responded. He wanted to sleep, to rest after the shouting he gave. 'I should gather the family tomorrow for some reintroduction. Not everyone knows everyone.'

As Bill moved through the Atrium, he saw Cornall McLeish wrapped his arms around Aldric Prewett. Aldric looked around sheepishly. They held their hands tightly.