The Trial of Narcissa Malfoy
By: Hobblefoot.11
Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to Joanne Rowling and not me.
Authors Note: I've been trying for ages to find a good story from Narcissa's point of view about her trial after the battle and I couldn't find one so I decided to write one of my own. Please review.
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Chapter Two – After the Battle
Eventually we were herded into a room off the Great Hall. We didn't fight. Draco knew as well as I did it would do no good. They took my wand from Draco's hand. There were almost twenty others in the room with us.
I saw Lucius in a far corner, his head in his hands, but I didn't go to him.
This might be my last chance to hold my son. Would we even have a trial? It didn't much matter. We would all go to Azkaban anyways. Suddenly the tears spilled over and I did nothing to hold them back.
It must have been hours I held Draco in my arms, and he never pulled away.
Lucius never joined us. Perhaps it was out of pride. Or maybe he felt so lost he didn't even realise we were here.
After a while the door opened and six wizards came in, wands out. I recognized Minerva McGonagall and Kingsley Shacklebolt. Shacklebolt pulled a piece of paper from his robes and began to read.
"The following are being held for torture, murder, aiding Lord Voldemort, actively working against the Light side, theft and use of the Unforgivables as well as various other crimes."
He started to read out a long list of names. I only listened when he called out three certain names.
"Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy..."
At some point Draco moved out of my embrace, took my hand and led me over to sit on the stone floor against the wall.
"You will all be given fair trials," Shacklebolt continued, "Beginning in one hour. You will be summoned ten minutes prior. Any struggling or defiance on your part will result in an immediate trip to Azkaban." He concluded, and the wizards left.
A small ray of hope lit in my chest. Might they not convict me? But wouldn't it be better to serve time if my family did too? Would they let us share a cell?
"It's going to be okay, mother." Draco assured me, and although I knew he was lying, it warmed my heart. Maybe it was just a pipe dream, but perhaps there was hope after all.