Chapter 34
So, all in all, it was quite a morning.
So, I was helping the Wizengamot for the next few days, confirming that several were Death Eaters. Then, on my third day with the Wizengamot things got…interesting.
I was just about to fall asleep in my chair, which was now right next to Madam Bones, who was in charge of the Wizengamot, because Kingsley was out on a regular basis, helping his former colleagues catch fleeing Death Eaters.
That was when my parents were brought in. This would be…interesting.
They were put down in the chairs, the chains attached to it snaked their way up her arms and bound her there. My mother glared at me viciously, murderously, as she sat in the chair as if it were a throne. Go figure.
I hated being confronted by either of my parents. My face was bloodlessly pale. I had to take deep breaths so I could remain calm. I wasn't afraid of them—I was ashamed, angry, and disappointed, but not afraid, despite that my mother was my boggart.
Several in the Wizengamot noticed her glare and looked from her to me, confused. They must not have heard of my true parentage. Wow…
"Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange," Madam Bones began. "You have been brought here, before the Wizengamot, so we may sentence you appropriately for the crimes you have committed.
"The charges against the accused are as follows: the use of all three Unforgivable Curses on countless occasions, the murder of countless wizards and Muggles alike, the torture of numerous individuals including Frank and Alice Longbottom, conspiracy against the Ministry, and other, untold, illegal activities."
"How does the defense plead?"
Their answers were very pointed, venomous glares at me.
Madam Bones looked to me, curious and a bit surprised, then back to the two Death Eaters.
"Is there something you two wish to say to Miss Swan, Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange?" she asked.
Oh no.
" 'Miss Swan'?" My mother laughed. "So she did legally change her name, the worthless wretch!"
None of the Wizengamot moved or said a word.
Coldly, I said, "Yes, I did. So that I am judged for my character, not for my parents' heinous, odious deeds."
"You shamed the family name, you blood traitor!" my so called 'mother' spat.
I shook my head calmly. "No. It is you who shamed the Lestrange and Black names. And, quite frankly, I changed my name so people would not associate me with people like you."
All the eyes of the Wizengamot were flicking between my parents and I.
"Miss Swan…" Madam Bones began, utterly confused and bewildered.
I looked to her.
"…What is going on here?" she asked weakly.
I sighed, but loudly and clearly, I spoke.
"Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange are my parents."
There was dead silence. Not a soul moved, until my mother began laughing maniacally. I always knew she was a loony.
Ignoring her, I explained, "When Professor Dumbledore heard Professor Sybil Trelawney's prophecy about Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, and I, he knew that I was one of the two children of the prophecy. Severus Snape, still then a Death Eater, overheard half of it and reported what he heard to Voldemort. Dumbledore realized that Voldemort might have realized it was me. He and the members of the original Order of the Phoenix concocted a plan and rescued me from them before they realized the meaning of the prophecy. They changed my last name legally. The Potters took me in. For they, too, were hiding from the Dark Lord.
"The rest is history…"
Needless to say, they were sent to Azkaban for life.
The Wizengamot was taking a break after the trial and, seeing as she was my mother, I got a chance to say a few words to them before she was carted away to Azkaban.
"Goodbye, father, mother," I said, my voice filled with apathy. Briefly, I wondered what my life would have been like if they—my parents—hadn't been lead into Voldemort's service. If they'd been normal parents.
My mother sneered. "You had better watch out, you wretch! The next time I see you, I'll kill you myself--if its the last thing I do!"
And then, they were gone.
Later was when the Malfoy family was on trial. I told the Wizengamot my tale from the 'Battle of Hogwarts'. After much debate on my part, the Malfoys avoided Azkaban. Well, mostly. Mr. Malfoy was sentenced for a short period of time.
Other Death Eaters were sent to Azkaban. Meanwhile, the Ministry severed all connections to Dementors. They were banished away, to some far off place.
Everything was becoming perfect, everything shaping up just right...
A/N: I know, kind of a boring chapter, and a filler. THIS IS THE NEXT TO LAST CHAPTER!! THE NEXT IS THE LAST!
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