The trial
When it came time for my trial, they took me to the Ministry of Magic. As I came into the foyer, I was met with chaos. Thousands of people were conversing and buying copies of the Daily Prophet. Unsurprisingly, the headline was all about me. On the paper, a picture of me was printed. Above it was the line, You-know-who part 2? It probably contained some article telling my life story, what my mother said, and all the gory details of the past seven years. Most likely including a horror story of how I was out for blood. If the journalist was scummy enough, some fabricated quote was within the article of me saying how I hated mud bloods and would kill anyone in my way.
After we had successfully navigated the main hall, I was placed in a room where many witches and wizards in judicial robes sat. Beside the ministry officials, there was a large audience attending my trial, people were streaming out the door and standing in any crevice they could find. Many these people I knew personally: my father, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and countless others from school. My brother wasn't there and I didn't blame him for not attending, but I wish he had.
A great din was caused by their loud conversations, all of which were quieted as I entered the room. They all stared at me as I was led to the center of the room. Most of them glared at me with a mix of fear and hate. A handful only stared at me, their eyes full of pity.
Hiding my annoyance I sat in chair provided, where they cuffed and chained me to the floor. "Is this really all necessary", I scoffed. "If had the intention of running away, wouldn't I have already done it?" My escorts ignored my remark.
The minister of magic Kingsley Shacklebolt walked into the room and took his place.
His booming voice filled the room. "Clarissa McGee, you are being charged with countless murders, conspiracy against the ministry, underage magic, use of the forbidden curses, and being in the service of the one called Voldemort. How do you plead?"
You could hear a pin drop in the room as I replied, "Guilty of all charges." Why should I lie, all of it was true.
My answer caused an eruption of murmurs. I kept my composure strong and didn't show emotion. I refused to let them humanize me.
The minister looked tired. As if he was sick of sending people to Azkaban. Yet he still responded with strength, "By the circumstances in which you came into his service, the Ministry shall give you a chance to lighten your sentence. We are well aware of your status within the hierarchy. So you are able to give us the names of all the death eaters and conspirators."
This was my chance. My opportunity to either give in to their demands, or strike fear into their hearts.
I laughed. Again whispers ran through the crowd. "You think I would break so easily. That you could keep me in that black hole for who knows how long, and expect me to cooperate? My father never did anything that cruel to me. Isn't it obvious that darkness breeds darkness?"
Laughing bitterly, again I spoke. "In that festering pit I had a lot of time to think and consider my response. You know what I believe? The ministry is corrupt and needs to be overthrown. So heed my words. This is not the last you have seen of me."
Shacklebolt's face grew more tired as he spoke. "Very well. Miss McGee, you shall spend the rest of your days in Askaban. This hearing is adjourned."
As the mallet met the wood, the crowd was silent. They were, no doubt, shocked and fearful of my words. That was my point, to keep fear present. I would be back, and I would change the world.