Chapter 11

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"Morning Hermione." Kingsley asked as she walked into courtroom four. He looked at her face slim and gaunt, her hair hung limply around her face and there were dark circles under her eyes that she made no attempt to hide with make up.

"Kingsley," she smiled weakly "please tell me you don't need me in the witness stand again."

"No," he smiled "I told you last time "that was it."

"Good," she nodded "good." Kingsley made a mental note to ask Harry to keep an eye on his friend.

"Just sentencing today Hermione."

"Good who's preceding."

"Colwyn Peters."

"He's fair."

"Take a seat Hermione." Kingsley motioned to the benches beside him were a reporter from the Prophet was already seated and taking notes with a quick notes quill. Hermione noted that the wizenmogot were already seated in their positions and when Kingsley took his seat the judge Colwyn Peters banged his hammer fiercely and announced.

"Order the court is in session." The man had a low and gravely voice with a welsh lilt that made him sound angry but he was an expert in magical law and had a reputation for being fair.

"Members of the Wizenmogot you have heard all the evidence before you and you will now be asked to Judge Thorfinn Jenson Rowle and Draco Lucius Malfoy. Firstly the accused Thorfinn Rowle." A ministry employee forced the tall Rowle to his feet. "Thorfinn Rowle," continued "you have been accused of murder of various peoples, attempted kidnap, actual kidnap and rape." Peters turned to the people beside him "the defendant has pleaded not-guilty. You must decide if you accept this verdict. Please place your hand in the air now if you find the defendant guilty." Hermione looked up for the first time she barely breathed as one by one hands were raised and in a minute every member of the wizenmogot had his or her hand in the air.

"Thorfinn Jenson Rowle," Peters said seriously "you have been found guilty of heinous crimes already mentioned and for that I sentence you to life imprisonment in Azakabahan." Peters waved his hand and another ministry employee took Rowle out of the courtyard. Just as he was about to exit the room Rowle turned around and stared directly at Hermione who felt as though the man was looking straight through her as though he was about to eat her. Hermione shuddered forcing her face away to look by to the trial of Malfoy which had begun.

"The defendant has pleaded not guilty. You as members of the wizenmogot must decide if you accept the plea." Hermione watched this time s one by one several witches and wizards raised their hands one by one. Hermione looked at the wizenmogot she was unsure if Malfoy had been found guilty as Peters asked for those who thought Malfoy was not guilty. "Draco Malfoy the wizenmogot have found you guilty of attempted kidnap, rape and bodily harm. Hermione froze she hadn't expected that from Malfoy. True she always thought he had been a toad but rape that didn't seem Malfoy's style. As he walked away Malfoy too turned to look back to the wizenmogot and his eyes fell on Hermione for a second their eyes locked before it was broken.

"We are done here Hermione," Kingsley said kindly as Hermione turned back to looking at the floor. "Are you going home?" He asked.

"Yes its 5 p.m," she replied looking at her watch "they are going to think I have disappeared at St. Mungo's." She smiled weakly.

"Hermione just a suggestion get a good nights sleep tonight."

"I know," she said her face dropping "its just been a long week."

"I understand," he said taking a seat beside her "but I often find that a good nights sleep is the cure."

"Thanks Kingsley." Hermione smiled wide this time "I think a walk through St. James Park on the way home might be an idea too."

"Night Hermione."

"Bye Kingsley."

Half an hour later Hermione decided that a walk through her favourite park in London had definitely been one of her best ideas. St. James park took Hermione close to the tourist hotspots of Buckingham Palace and the mall but somehow always seemed much quieter than the much better known Hyde Park. Hermione took a seat on a bench in the park and opened 'Tess of the D'Urbvilles' her mother had leant her the book months ago but Hermione had only just begun to read it. As she turned the page Hermione heard arguing. A young couple seemed to be having a very public argument.

"You were staring at her top," the woman was saying, she was short with long blonde hair which she tossed over her left shoulder.

"I wasn't," the young man protested.

"Oh please Dean you-" but Hermione didn't hear anymore, her blood had just run cold. Behind the tall young man she saw a short stocky man with sandy hair. Hermione knew his face even though she had only seen it once in he life. This was the same man who had tried to kidnap her. When he saw she had been him he smirked and Hermione felt her blood run cold. Hermione dropped 'Tess of the D'Urbevilles' and and began to run. Since her attempted kidnap a week ago she had worn flat shoes. She ran as fast as she could. Her legs soon began to hurt and her breath came in short sharp gasps but she knew she couldn't stop running. Hermione looked behind her and saw the man chasing her as she turned her head back she saw a flash of green light before Hermione Granger collapsed hitting the park's gravel path with force. Her arms and face covered in scrapes. The man behind her disappeared with a loud pop.

"What was that?" Alena Martin asked her boyfriend her heart thundering in her chest "that man he just disappeared and that girl do you think she's ok?" Alena's boyfriend felt his own heart thundering in his chest. He knew that girl running over he pressed his fingers to her wrist. On finding nothing her searched for a pulse on her neck still failing to find anything he placed his face above her mouth to see if she was breathing.

"Is she ok?" Alena asked. "Her arms are scratched and everything." When her boyfriend failed to reply Alena's voice became louder. "Dean is she ok?"

"She's dead." Dean Thomas replied in a clam flat voice even though he didn't fell calm at all. "Hermione Granger is dead."