In the end, Narcissa Malfoy was also cleared and Lucius was sentenced to a year in Azkaban and would never be allowed to hold an important office again. It was Draco's trial that made the headlines though.

I received a few owls asking me if I was willing to give testimony against certain Death Eaters and war criminals. I refused all but one. Harry, I heard from Ginny, was bombarded with owls for days with the same request. Many of us were. Neville gave an astonishing report at the Carrows' trial, actually displaying some of the scars they gave him. They were given life sentences in Azkaban.

Somehow, it was very satisfying to help get these people shut up for what they had done to us…and our families.

It was painful to hear about these things. It was even harder to speak about them. After speaking on Draco's behalf to general astonishment, Harry told Robards that he would attend every trial and only testify if there was really no other evidence. He, like me, like many of us, only agreed to one trial that he would definitely speak at, though he was sure there would be other evidence. Almost all of us were going to. We were even looking forward to it.

The powers-that-be had decided that there would only be one trial a week. The Malfoys had gone first, partly because Draco was young to be subjected to Azkaban for an indefinite amount of time and partly because they had a lot of money. Next there were the Carrows, both of whom had somehow survived, followed by Selwyn and Wilkes, two little known Death Eaters who had, among other things, tortured Mr. Lovegood and kidnapped Luna, who gave a wonderfully calm and complete account of their behavior.

Finally, a month after the trials began, the one I was most anticipating arrived.

When I arrived at the courtroom with Verity, there were a solid three rows blocked off for witnesses. Already seated were Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Terry Boot, Cho Chang, Padma and Parvati Patil, Ernie Macmillan, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, Lee Jordan and Dean Thomas. As far away from the others as possible were Zabini, Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson. There were other people too, looking angry and ready to say the worst. Harry identified them as Muggle-borns or half-bloods who had suffered under Voldemort's regime.

Lee jumped up and gave me a huge hug. He whispered in my ear, "I finally got Angelina to go out with me!" I grinned back. It was nice to see him.

Harry waved and called, "I have a seat saved for you!" I smiled.

"I'll go find a seat," whispered Verity. "Good luck." I squeezed her hand and she hurried off.

I went to sit next to Harry. To my surprise, Professors McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout showed up and sat in the witnesses section in between the Slytherins and everyone else.

The room was filling in fast. Dennis Creevy and Susan Bones hurried to the few remaining seats in our section.

Robards stood up. After his usual beginning statement of the way the trial was run, he announced, "Bring in the accused."

Two dementors came in. Along with the customary despair that usually accompanied their appearance came a glow of satisfaction at seeing their captive.

"We call Dolores Jane Umbrigde to the stand," continued Robards.

A few of us cheered. "She is accused of: Child abuse; namely, the illegal use of a blood-quill on students and other unnatural punishments. Persecuting Muggle-borns. Making up evidence for trials. Accepting bribery. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty," she said in that awful sugary sweet voice.

Robards attempted to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. "Please explain your plea."

"I was legally allowed to do whatever I wanted. I was the High Inquisitor," she said. "When I persecuted Muggle-borns, I was because that was what was acceptable and expected in the Ministry at the time."

"We had overflowing positive responses when we sent out owls asking if people wanted to be witnesses," continued Robards, gesturing at our area. "First we call up Lee Jordan."

Lee stood up, waving at the crowd. He came down to the front.

"Did Dolores Umbridge use a blood-quill on you?"

"She sure did," replied Lee emphatically, showing everyone his left hand. I could faintly make out some white scratches there. "You can barely read it now," Lee continued, "but once it said 'I will not be an impertinent, obnoxious student with no respect for my betters.'"

"What did you do that merited this punishment?"

"Well, it was after her decree that teachers couldn't talk to students about anything other than their classes. So I told her that she wasn't allowed to yell at me for playing Exploding Snap during class because it doesn't have anything to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts."

I swear I heard Kingsley chuckle.

"That was kind of rude, don't you think?" asked Robards, who was struggling to keep a straight face.

"Yes." Lee nodded. "It was."

"Do you have any questions for the witness?" Robards asked her. She shook her head.

"Now we call up…" he glanced at his piece of paper, "George Fabian Weasley."

I took a deep breath and walked down.

"You and your brother Fred left Hogwarts early, is that correct?" asked Robards.

I nodded.

"Why did you do that?"

"We felt that we were done with formal education. We weren't learning anything anyway."

"Why was that?"

"Umbridge wasn't teaching anything. It was all from books and with Voldemort loose, we thought we'd do better on our own."

"Do you have any questions for the witness?" asked Robards. Surprisingly, she nodded.

"What had you done right before you left?" she asked.

I suppressed a grin. "Are you referring to our advertising one of our products by demonstrating it in the hallway?" A few giggles came from the witness stand.

"I'm referring to the swamp you created in the hallway," she simpered.

"Only questions, please," Robards interjected.

"Fine. Did you create a swamp in the hallway?"

"We did," I said. "A Portable Swamp. We invented it."

"That's beside the point," she went on. "Are you aware that such a thing is against school rules?"

"Actually," I said, "nowhere in the extensive list of Hogwarts rules, which I have studied multiple times in detention, does it mention anything about creating swamps in the hallway."

She coughed. "Hem, hem." The familiar sound annoyed me. "My dear boy," she said in that awful honeyed voice, "surely you knew that blocking the hallways would be a nuisance and annoying?"

"Well, yeah," I replied, "that's sort of the point."

"The point of what?"

"Fred and I run—ran—have a joke shop. It's intended to be a nuisance to whomever the prank is played on. To everyone else, it's hilarious."

"So you thought it was funny?"

"It was," I replied.

"No further questions," she said. I was pleased.

I went back to my seat.

"You were great," whispered Katie. Dean slapped me five. Angelina and Oliver gave me thumbs up. I grinned back and plopped into my seat.

"That was really good," said Hermione.

Ginny gave me a hug.

Robards was talking. "…Angelina Johnson to the stand…"

Angelina complained about the 'No Teams' rule and her preference of the Slytherins. Hermione, who was next, talked about her unfair dismissal of Hagrid. Professor McGonagall mentioned her persecution of certain students and how she ignored the other teachers. It went on and on.

Finally, someone came up to speak about her Muggle-born persecution. "We call Mary Elizabeth Cattermole to the stand," said Robards.

Next to me, Harry, Ron and Hermione gasped simultaneously.

"Ms. Umbridge persecuted you in court. Care to talk about that?"

"She didn't believe anything I said," whispered the woman. "I told her everything truthfully and she just yelled at me. She would have killed me or sent me to Azkaban if the intruders hadn't come."

"What kinds of things did she do?"

"She stole my wand. She had dementors near me…it was awful."

I was shocked. Dad had mentioned things like that, but always in an undertone. Everyone was talking.

She went on. A few other people talked about her too. She was really a totally twisted evil woman.

"…Harry James Potter to the stand."

Harry grinned and walked down. He showed his scars. I must not tell lies. "The 'lie' I told was that Lord Voldemort returned."

The room was silent. He continued, "Oh and, by the way, this was before she was appointed High Inquisitor. She did not have the right to do anything she wanted at that point."

Harry returned to his seat.

"All in favor of conviction?" asked Robards.

Every single member of the Wizengamot raised his or her hand.

"Guilty," announced Robards.

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