Bill's Bill

Chapter 7: The Wizengamot

Hey,

Fingers were clearly not crossed enough. I kinda accidentally deleted the last four chapters so I've been working on re-writing them as well as continue working on a new story that will be coming out as soon as this story is completed. As of now, Bill's Bill has 18 chapters with the possibility of an epilogue. The new story will be a Dramione that should be about twenty chapters. The first half of the Dramione story is written and I'll be posting both stories every Thursday once I'm done posting this one.

Also in case, anyone is curious my song for Charlie and Tracey is dangerously by Charlie Puth. The song has a special place in my heart because it saved me from being hit by a truck. No seriously, a truck.

-Chefke

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Harry Potter. All characters and ideas are solely the property of JK Rowling (Long live the Queen) and all that jazz.

Minister of Magic's Office, Monday 7:40 AM

Bill looked up at the clock and then to Kingsley's. Hermione was in a bit of a whirlwind and he had seen about three seconds of her blurry curls before she disappeared out of the office again. She had somehow managed to brief him, ask him over twenty questions, and give him a list of things not to do in front of the Wizengamot. She was way too good for Ron, not that Ron needed the reminders.

It was almost time to leave. Where was Dad?

"Where is my father? It's almost time to leave." Kingsley visibly grimaced at his question.

"Your father is under the impression that this session is in the afternoon. The Wizengamot doesn't want war heroes present because they think it will cloud certain members of the Wizengamot judgment. The Wizengamot was actually going to deliberate with or without you. I know you would prefer to have your fam-"

"They do realize Hermione is my solicitor and half of their witnesses are 'war heroes,' right?" Bill mumbled. He regretted not sleeping more last night. "It's probably for the best, if this goes south then at least we don't have to worry about it reflecting too badly on them." He sighed, standing up from his chair. "I just want to get this over with."

"Try and be more positive Bill. Legally based on their charges, the worst thing that the Wizengamot could do is force you to change your name and deny your right to be the Weasley heir when your father passes. Even then, one of your brothers would have to contest his will and I've been assured none of them plan to do that." Bill clenched his fists and nodded. Intellectually he knew he had no reason to be fearful but deep down something was gnawing at him like right before he approached a particularly nasty artifact that he needed to cursebreak.

Kingsley nodded sympathetically as he stood flicking his wand effectively disillusioning Bill. He wondered idly if the press had made it into the building yet. An interview with a 'Death Eater Order Spy' was definitely a big break for any reporter.

"Don't worry so much. Come on, we'll go together. They're about to start." They hurried down the hallway and passed a now quiet Pamela who had her head buried furiously in her work as the Floo was now blocked. They approached the Minister's elevators and they both stepped inside. Kingsley murmured words of support as the elevator made its way through the levels of the Ministry. They stepped out and walked briskly down a dark green hallway towards a room ominously marked '13.'

Inside was a room full of witches and wizards shuffling around in the usual level of Ministry chaos. The viewing chairs were all empty save one portly court reporter, the Ministry solicitor, and Hermione waiting patiently to be called upon. As the doors behind them slammed shut he noticed the Aurors who had been stationed behind the door and at regular intervals around the room. The entirety of the Wizengamot rose in respect for the Minister of Magic and began to quiet down as he walked up to the chair in the middle of the room. Bill seated himself in the chair as Kingsley removed the disillusioning spell.

The room erupted into noise as the Wizengamot members talked between themselves about his 'sudden appearance.' He was relieved that no one had leaked his arrival, although he hadn't really met anyone who would have leaked it so far.

The Ministry Wizengamot members were definitely not thrilled about his appearance. He scanned the many faces to find that most were shocked muttering to their neighbors while shaking their heads in confusion. One particular blonde woman was looking at Bill with pure unadulterated rage in her dark green eyes. There were some that were so outraged they beat their hands in the air demanding for shackles and Aurors. There were a few that simply sneered at him in disgust.

Bill tried to meet the eyes of the less disgusted, as Hermione had instructed him to, but he felt overwhelmed in the small wooden chair surrounded by the tall stands with imposing witches and wizards of power. Hermione insisted that looking into the Wizengamot member's eyes reminds them that the person they are dealing with was human, like them. He was attempting to calm his breathing when he felt a squeeze on his shoulder. Hermione smiled kindly at his side and took over staring down the Wizengamot members. He hadn't even heard her enter the room, it was so noisy. Kingsley remained standing behind him waiting for the uproar to die down.

A tall blonde bespectacled woman rose and the Wizengamot began to quiet down to the occasional murmur. Due to Kingsley's familiarity with his family, he retreated to sitting in the stands for this case. A tiny little woman with brown eyes and thin blonde hair stumbled over to Wizengamot stands. She wore plain grey robes with a pin that identified her as the court reporter. She had only just sat down and set up her things when a blonde woman looked up from the stack of papers in her hands and began to speak.

"Thank you for your presence, Mr... erm…" she turned away from Bill and began murmuring to the court reporter who looked little more than terrified of the blonde woman. "Karyn… I mean Miss. Umbridge... what..."

The woman leaned over and consulted the court reporter, Karyn as the Wizengamot began to murmur amongst themselves, once again.

Bill could hear them argue amongst themselves about the scandal surrounding his birth and the shame his Pureblood parents were. Bill winced silently as the blonde woman continued to speak to the court reporter furiously. The longer they spoke the more furious her hand motions and the smaller Karyn shrunk into her chair. As their disagreement grew so did Bill's anxiety as to the nature of their argument.

A loud bang echoed throughout the Wizengamot's chambers. The initial noise had all the Auror's wands drawn and Bill resisting the temptation to jump to his feet. Only Hermione's humongous smile at Bill's side kept him from drawing his wand. When Bill turned his head, he saw George and Charlie stomping towards him their faces red and furious, the famed Weasley temper clearly on display for all of the Wizengamot. He wasn't sure if he was happy or nervous to see them, a bit of both if he was being honest.

"Try and stop me from getting to my brother. I dare you." Charlie snarled at a burly Auror twice his size.

Despite the drastic size difference between the two men, Charlie was the scarier looking one. Bill's younger brother wrestled with dragons on a daily basis and had gone directly after the werewolves and giants during the Battle of Hogwarts. After the war, someone had written an article on Charlie and some of his workmates and their annihilation of all the giants at the battle. The article speculated that anyone who could so coldly cut down creatures that were border-lining extinction was not fit to care for Dragons. Charlie's response had been an invitation to the dragon colony he worked at. Within a week, the Prophet was running multiple articles praising the Dragons colony. The Prophet was currently running a monthly series with pictures and stories from the reporter's visit to Romania. Bill along with the rest of the wizarding world found the stories intensely fascinating.

All of the stories with Charlie confirmed that he was a mother-like figure to many of the dragons and confirmed what all of the Weasley's had believed about their brother for years. That he held a special place in his heart for creatures and treated them like his very own children. After the Second Wizarding War had ended he had taken Hagrid's little brother, Grawp to Romania and cared for him. Bill had met Hagrid several months ago and he had proudly announced that his brother was an official Dragon Handler Aide and Hagrid got to visit the Dragon colony as much as he wanted. He even got to visit someone named Norbert. Bill wasn't entirely sure who Norbert was but Hagrid had large tears and a paternal tint to his voice when he spoke of him.

The Auror stumbled out of Charlie's path and George followed him. They had made it to the viewing area but could not pass it because they were stopped by four Aurors with the wands drawn. The Weasley brothers glared the Wizengamot's Auror division down. There was a slight murmur among the Wizards as the Weasleys stared up at the Wizengamot. Voices broke out in argument, some in shock some in outrage.

"What is the meaning of this commotion?" Demanded an angry balding man in the bottom row. Hermione turned sternly towards the Wizengamot indicating towards the Ministry's solicitor standing to the far left of him.

"Mr. Weasley's case was meant to be hidden from the press, not his family. Your solicitor, Mr. Travers failed to provide information regarding the relocation of the case to my client's family. Furthermore, upon Mr. Arthur Weasley request for the time and place of this hearing he was not only denied the information but given an armed Auror guard to accompany and hold him hostage in his office here at the Ministry." Hermione glared at Mr. Travers, the Ministry's solicitor.

The blonde woman motioned furiously at the court reporter who began to scribble things down at her request. She rubbed her temples and waved off the guards allowing George and Charlie to pass the guards and stride up to Bill's sides standing defensively, ready to protect their older brother.

The gavel came down loud and hard, momentarily deafening the room. Everyone rose.

"Order. We will have Order." Voices hushed around the packed room as Bill felt his brothers' firm presence at his side help him stand tall and unafraid.

"So we begin."

Wizengamot Chambers, Monday 8:00 AM

The blonde woman stood revealing herself to be quite tall and elegant amongst the other Wizengamot members. Kingsley was the first to sit, his Minister robes brushing the floor as he did. She adjusted her spectacles before her voice boomed over the courtroom.

"Due to the familial nature of this case, Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt has voluntarily chosen to abstain from this specific case. I, Camila Regina Macmillan will be residing in his stead. We will have a fair and honorable hearing. Even though all of the Wizengamot have taken their usual oaths on their wands to keep the matters of familial cases private, it has been decided that extra measures will be taken. There will be no talk of this case outside of this courtroom and anyone who disobeys this ruling will be subject to a fine as well as a maximum of thirty-day incarceration in Azkaban. So has signed the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt."

She motioned towards the side doors where five or six witches and wizards were allowed to sit at the back of the viewing seats. Bill noticed that for what was such a public case most of the stands were empty. Only his brothers and several Order members were there. Hermione sat beside him scribbling notes. She had not shared the Wizengamot's look of surprise that Kingsley was stepping down for this case. They had agreed together it was best while going over his testimony. He needed to win fairly so that the decision could not be challenged at a later date. Having a close family friend at the head of his trial looked bad even from where he was sitting. If it got out that Kingsley was his family's secret keeper, Kingsley could lose his job.

"Opposition, please rise and officially state your case to the Wizengamot." Ms. Macmillan stated. As she sat down her eyes were glaring daggers at Bill. He had to use all of his self-control not to shrink in his chair. The solicitor pranced up in front of the Wizengamot, he was a short and pale man that made Peter Pettigrew look like the most attractive man in all of Britain. Now, he stood in front of the Wizengamot in robes that were far too tight on him causing his bulging belly to roll like a river every time he moved. It was nauseating. He ruffled some parchments in his hands and passed out parchment to Mrs. Macmillan and then to the entirety of the Wizengamot. Mrs. Macmillan's eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline while reading the parchment contents.

"Explain this." She said sternly. He tossed the last of the parchment into Hermione's face which she caught and then read. Her face turned red and then white in record time. Bill shifted uncomfortably. Hermione was rising but Mrs. Macmillan held up a hand to stop her. She motioned for the man to continue.

"The Opposition requests a re-write on the charges ma'am."

"This is a courtroom, not a playground Travers. The charges were pre-set for this hearing before you came in here. The charges were familial in nature, not justice related. Additionally, these charges are for a grand trial, not a hearing."

"Yes, but we acquired an additional witness whose testimony has caused a shift in our case." Ms. Macmillan looked exasperated but allowed his motion to pass. The court reporter documented the change shooting Bill an apologetic look as she did so.

"Please rise as we hear the opening statements." There was shuffling as the entire room rose. Hermione leaned close to Bill as he stood.

"Bill, Bill... please be calm. We will fix this. I swear we will-" Hermione murmured.

"The Ministry of Magic stands to accuse the impersonator, Mr. William Arthur Weasley of falsifying evidence in that of the cases of his true father and known Death Eater, the right hand of You-Know-Who, Lucius-"

"Mr. Travers do not waste this court's time. Opening statements and opening statements alone." Ms. Macmillan barked. Travers pursed his lips looking visibly agitated.

"The Ministry is accusing Mr. William Arthur Weasley of Death Eater Activities during the Wizarding War and pushes for a life sentence in Azkaban. Based on our findings in court today, we are also requesting but not limiting ourselves to a trial for Mrs. Molly Weasley, and retrials for the entire Malfoy family."

Had George and Charlie not been standing on either side of him, he would have collapsed. He felt light headed as the room spun. He was vaguely aware of people behind him shouting and arguing. This had not even been in Kingsley's worst case scenario. Kingsley had assured him that this could not happen. Bill was stunned back into reality as the gavel came crashing down once more. The room went quiet immediately, the only sound in the room was the echoing of chains loud and clear in Bill's mind.

"ORDER. I will not tolerate this. Silence yourself or recuse yourself!"

The room silenced instantly.

"Miss Granger, if you please." Hermione squeezed Bill's hand and stepped away from him. In a similar movement as Travers, she handed out documents to the Wizengamot as well as placing the last parchment politely on the opposition's desk.

"To the esteemed members of the Wizengamot. Mr. William Arthur Weasley is just that a Weasley. He had his family members illegally arrested after private medical information was illegally obtained by Aurors. This medical information was subsequently used as the foundation for multiple racially biased arrests. Not only were the arrests made without warrants or good legal standing but the Auror's are responsible for the damage of an entire wing in Saint Mungo's. In addition to the damage, my client Mr. Weasley was chased with wife and a small child by Ministry officials acting without a warrant and without proper authorization. I am moving to not only have all charges against my client dropped but for the rest of his family and the Malfoy family as well. Thank you."

Bill and his entourage all moved to sit in the stands behind the chair while the Aurors went to fetch the first witness. Had he been incarcerated he would have been chained to the chair. His brother's towed him to his new seat, and their eldest brother simply collapsed in between them. Charlie rubbed his arm as Solicitor Travers brought in his first witness.

A burly sandy-haired Auror with a squashed nose swept into the room. He was massive. There was no other way to put it. One of his arms could have crushed Bill's skull. He looked at Charlie and they both had the same thought. That troll had been the one that had attacked their mother. They had both seen the Auror report. What kind of imbecile would be proud of stunning an elderly woman covered in burns and suffering from temporary memory loss?

"Calling to the stand Witness for the court Auror Flint." Announced Travers. Travers began to pace in front of Flint after the Auror sat.

"State your name and occupation for the record."

"My name is Jack Flint and I am an Auror."

"How long have you been an Auror Mr. Flint?"

"Eleven years this May."

"Would you say you're a seasoned auror amongst your peers, Mr. Flint?"

Hermione stood. She looked at Ms. Macmillan with an exasperated sigh.

"What does this have to do with your claims against Mr. Weasley, Mr. Travers?" Mrs. Macmillan grumbled.

"I am establishing my witness's character." He responded calmly.

"Hurry up then." Ms. Macmillan snapped. Hermione sat down grumbling to herself.

"You want character. I'll show you character."

George snorted, Bill, elbowed him to keep him quiet. The guy looked like a thug. The only character he was exuding was a bloke that was handy in shady underhand deals in Knockturn with the remote chance of having actually have been involved in Death Eater activities.

"As I was saying before I was interrupted... I mean Miss. Granger... have you ever even been in a wizarding court before?" Hermione's cheeks went scarlet and before she had time to respond Travers pressed on. "Mr. Flint were you present for the battle at Saint Mungo's?"

Bill blanched. Battle, they were classifying it as a battle? Had it really been that bad?

Auror Flint looked up confidently. "Yes."

"Can you describe what you witnessed there?"

"We were called into aide Aurors regarding a dispute that the Weasley family had started while evading a lawful arrest. Once we arrived I was separated from my commanding officer, Auror Charles Snaphorn. I was assigned under Auror Torren. She and I proceeded down several hallways clearing civilians from any dangerous paths. Once we entered the main reception area we asked Mrs. Weasley to surrender.

"She refused, while in negotiations with Mrs. Weasley myself and another Auror were assaulted by two more Weasleys. They were incapacitated after stunning my fellow Auror and sent to prison cells where they were later released on a technicality she managed to find." All eyes in the courtroom fell to Hermione. She lifted her chin defiantly.

"Mr. Flint are you able to identify the two Weasleys that assaulted you and your fellow Aurors in the line of duty?"

"Yeah," He pointed at George and Charlie. "Those two over there." Travis turned to face the Wizengamot.

"Please take note that he pointing to Mr. George Weasley and Mr. Charlie Weasley who used brute force and armed wands to gain entry to this Wizengamot session."

"Mr. Travers! I granted them entrance to this session." Snarled Mrs. Macmillan.

"There is no reporting in the courts' documents ma'am. No verbal permission was issued." She turned to the court reporter.

"Mrs. Umbridge, in addition to amending Mr. Weasley's name you will also amend the court documents to include my nonverbal admittance of both Mr. Weasley's. Mr. Travers, you may continue, but I am warning you to show more respect to the courtroom or I will have you removed from it." Mr. Travers bowed low mockingly.

"Of course ma'am. Mr. Flint, did you fight during the second wizarding war?"

"Yes, under the Ministry and at the Battle of Hogwarts." He smiled wickedly.

"Do you remember seeing Mr. Weasley at the battle of Hogwarts?"

"Yes, he was talking to the wolf Death Eater, Greyback. No hexes or curses just talking." Bill felt his face drain of blood. He hadn't seen Greyback during the battle. He had searched for him, but he hadn't found him. He wanted to kill him before he could maul anyone else. Sadly for Ron's ex, Lavender Brown he didn't find him.

"Mr. Flint, was Mr. Greyback ever found after the war?"

"No, sir. He was one of the fifteen or so active Death Eaters that weren't found. The Lestrange men as well." He added as an afterthought. Mrs. Macmillan leaned forward, as did most of the Wizengamot. Bill got a sick feeling in his stomach. Where were they going with this?

"The Lestranges? The ones that are in relation to Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy? The Malfoy's who are, according to the Weasley matriarch the father of Mr. Bill Weasley? Are we speaking about those Lestranges?" He spoke quickly his face grinning in a fashion that resembled Harry's depiction of his Dursley cousin.

"Yes, sir." He smiled broadly.

"No further questions." Travers looked at the Wizengamot his eyes suggestively staring from Bill to his dimwitted witness. Travers flounced back to his seat, his held high. They were fucked. They were royally fucked. George squeezed his leg in comfort but Bill was having trouble breathing. Hermione stood and walked in front of Travers facing the Wizengamot.

"Permission to cross-examine the witness?" She asked of the Wizengamot. Mrs. Macmillan looked surprised as did the entire Wizengamot.

"Pardon?"

"Mr. Travers has had a chance to ask his witness questions, I ask for that same privilege." The Wizengamot murmured amongst themselves and after a quick vote she was awarded the ability to 'cross-examine the witness.' Whatever the buggering hell that meant.

Hermione stepped forward and the room fell silent.

"Mr. Flint, good morning. Thank you for coming in today. In your testimony, you stated that you were called to aide in a lawful arrest. Were you given a signed court order as per Ministry regulation and Auror code 14-32.9b prior to being dispatched to attempt as you say, a legal arrest?" Bill straightened up. How did she even know this stuff?

"No."

"So, in your words, you entered the field, Saint Mungo's to make an illegal arrest with your peers?"

"I was given direct orders by my supervisor, Auror-"

"I am aware Mr. Flint. However, the Aurors code 14-32.7 dictates that you may not be dispatched for an arrest without proper documentation from a court, Head Auror, or the Minister of Magic. Per the signed testaments I have handed out to the Wizengamot and Mr. Travers, you and your peers did not have clearance or documentation from any of the aforementioned options, therefore, your entire trip to Saint Mungo's was not only illegal but considered a group assault on the hospital. Due to the amount of Aurors and the fact that it is a hospital and place of employment such an act would be classified as a terrorist attack. Would it not, Mr. Travers?"

Whatever quiet murmuring or shuffling that was going on in the courtroom quieted immediately. After several seconds of silence, a white-faced Mrs. Macmillan chimed in.

"Mr. Flint please answer the question."

"We were given orders ma'am. I followed them. That's all I have to say." Hermione smiled kindly at him.

"Understandably Mr. Flint. I have several more questions, please bear with me. Mr. Flint have you ever met a person from Mr. Arthur and Mrs. Molly Weasley's family before?" Travers stood up abruptly.

"This is ridiculous! Witches and Wizards of the Wizengamot she is merely confusing my Witness and trying to use muggle tricks to discredit him. This is outrageous! I demand she be removed from the courtroom and this absurd behavior cease." He was sweating and looking extremely nervous. He had managed to paint a very bad picture of Bill and Hermione was beginning to tear his witness apart. If she could dismantle the lie about Greyback...

"Mr. Travers, believe it or not, this practice was originally adopted by witches and wizards during Merlin's time. I am more than happy to provide literary proof given a recess-"

"Absolutely NOT! She's stalling!" He turned towards Ms. Macmillan who was rubbing her temples.

"Mr. Travers sit down. Miss Granger requested to cross-examine your witnesses and was given permission by the Wizengamot. You will be afforded the same opportunity with her witnesses should you request it. Unless you are questioning the decision of the Wizengamot?" Travers slumped into his seat looking defeated.

"No? Excellent. Mr. Flint, please answer Miss Granger's question." Auror Flint wrung his hands together nervously as he struggled to answer.

"No, I guess not."

"Actually Mr. Flint, you have worked with Mr. Arthur Weasley on fourteen different cases in the last eleven years. If the Wizengamot and Mr. Travers would peruse their documents they would find case files that Mr. Weasley worked with Mr. Flint on the same cases. Their names were signed moments apart on documents for cases that involved the two. Mr. Flint, can you tell me in what capacity Mr. Weasley aides the Auror department?" The blonde Auror smiled, somehow it made him look dimmer.

"I do remember him. He's a PI, outside help for the Auror department." Travers audibly groaned.

"Mr. Flint, Mr. Weasley has been working for the Misuse of Magical Artifacts office for over thirty years. Given his shock of orange hair and his loud and bubbly personality, I find it odd that you have no recollection of him. Given the fact that you could not remember someone you worked with for eleven years I would like to point out to the Wizengamot that it is unlikely that he remembers what either of his red-headed 'attackers' looked like and if they match any of the three-headed individuals in this room. Additionally, I would like to remind the Wizengamot that this 'technicality' that the Weasley sons, Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy, Healer Davis, and Mr. Harry Potter were released on, was the fact they were not lawfully arrested in the first place. Therefore no arrest should appear on the record. Please also note that Mrs. Weasley, who is suffering from temporary memory loss and trauma due to a level Sven potion trauma, is currently still in her cell receiving medical treatments as the Healers have assessed her too weak to be moved. You will find this documentation in your packets."

Several Wizengamot members whispered amongst each other or nodded their heads, other's who had not opened the packets were now reading through them. Bill felt a reprieve as there were no eyes on him and all on Hermione. Bill missed being invisible. A young woman from the back of the Wizengamot raised her voice.

"Miss Granger, may I ask, why was there no direct order from the Head of the Aurory?" Hermione met the woman's eyes and smiled.

"That I believe is a question for the Auror office, however, I do happen to know that the Head Auror was on personal leave for a week when the incident occurred. He has been brought in from his break to assist in damage control but the Assistant Head Auror was in charge during the incident at Saint Mungo's Hospital."

"Carry on." The witch nodded. Hermione turned toward her prey. Flint looked marginally alarmed.

"Sir, just a few questions left. Is it true that you have had multiple write-ups for violations of section 3 of the Auror code?" Flint looked down at her and sneered. Clearly, his patience of being cross-examined had run out.

"You're going to have to be more specific I don't remember all the rules by heart." He smirked as if he was proud of himself that he managed to make Hermione sound dumb. What he didn't realize was he just breached the first code in the Auror code. That all Aurors had to know the code by bloody heart. What kind of thick-headed idiots did they have in the Aurory? Bill could see Travers visibly sinking in his seat.

"Mr. Flint are you telling me you do not know the Auror code?" snapped Mrs. Macmillan.

"Of course I know it. She just wasn't specific about the violation." He kept his smug smile in place. Bill was nauseated just looking at him.

"Mr. Flint answer Miss. Granger's question or I will hold you in contempt."

"I'm an Auror ma'am." He shrugged. Mrs. Macmillan looked like she was going to actually blow a hole in the ceiling of the roof.

"Mr. Flint following these court proceedings you will be suspended for two weeks without pay while this court reviews your behavioral conduct and your continued employment with the Ministry of Magic. Miss. Granger, please continue." Hermione nodded.

"Since Mr. Flint refuses to answer my question I shall answer it based on the files I requested from the Auror department. I would like the court to note and document that Mr. Flint's supervising officer Mr. Snaphorn would not release the forms even with the three court issued order I served him with. Thankfully the Minister of Magic himself retrieved the files for me. We are currently on page 48 of the documents I handed out. Mr. Flint has had thirty-seven violations in just this calendar year. I do not believe that Mr. Flint is a sound witness for the Courts based on the aforementioned violations and his aggressive behavior in the past. Furthermore, I would like to request a pensieve viewing of Mr. Flint's alleged scene he witnessed involving my client with Mr. Greyback and the Lestranges. Should he have fabricated the event I would insist the courts place charges for his false testimony."

"How dare you! You filthy little bi-" Flint had jumped up out of his chair and shouted. The manacles on the chair immediately restrained him, protecting Hermione regardless of the fact that many Wizengamot members had raised their wands to do just that. Hermione turned her head towards the Wizengamot without so much as a flinch.

"I would also like to take this time to serve Mr. Flint with assault charges from eleven different Healers from Saint Mungo's. Stunning Healers because they are standing in a hallway aiding patients in an evacuation is not only the height of unprofessionalism but it is behavior unfitting of an Auror. That is all." Hermione turned and returned to her seat leaving a screaming and volatile Auror in chains behind her. Two Aurors came and secured him and then dragged him from the room kicking and screaming. Hermione's face was still level and she didn't look like she had just driven a man to spare parts, at all.

Charlie looked at George and Bill.

"Ron was right. She's brilliant but scary."

Daily Prophet Morning Special Edition

Saint Mungo's under Heavy Fire for Healer's Involvement in Scuffle

Several charges have been filed regarding the Auror led attack on Saint Mungos earlier Sunday morning. According to sources at the Ministry not only did several Aurors intended to arrest several wizards without a warrant, they hurled several stunners inside a patients room.

Several Healers from the Saint Mungos staff have already named their attackers as being Aurors and have already filed charges with the Ministry of Magic. One Healer stated, "Im' not after money, I have plenty of that. You Know Who, was a thug, a bully. The fact that we have Aurors that act like thugs and think it's okay to wave their wands around with total autonomy is terrifying. So, no I am not after their money. My colleagues and myself are after their badges."

Healer Tutlebarge, I couldn't have said it better myself.

-Parvati Patel

SEEKING APARTMENT IN NORTH SIDE OF KNOCKTURN ALLEY - DOUBLE FINDERS FEE

Daily Prophet Special Edition

Ministry Lies and Illegitimate Heirs?

My dear readers, what a morning it has been! I bring you this edition of the Prophet to enjoy over your mid morning snack with quite the surprise, I assure you. The Ministry of Magic was able to procure William Arthur Weasley, the illegitimate son of Lucius Malfoy (death eater) and Molly Weasley from hiding! The good work of our hard working underpaid Aurors has finally come to fruition when the court adjourned this morning.

Using archaic and outdated laws, Mr. Weasley's solicitor, one Hermione Granger managed to discredit a seasoned Ministry official. Using a law of 'fact checking' reliable and honorable witnesses that was last used during Morgana Lefoy's trial by Merlin; Mr. Ron Weasley's girlfriend managed to dissuade the Wizengamot from sending the accused Weasley to a cell.

A source has related to me that the charges have been updated to include war crimes, and aiding abetting Fenrir Greyback and the famed Lestrange brothers in their escapes. Miss Granger has argued that her client should be given the 'benefit of the doubt' and is not guilty until proven otherwise. One has to wonder if she has ever seen the inside of a wizard it courtroom at all.

-Rita Skeeter

So what did you think of this last chapter? Should I have put more witnesses? Was it too dry? I would love to hear your opinion! See you next Thursday!

-C