8th September

"You're wearing all black?" Fred and George said to me this morning at breakfast, they got up early to see me off.

I nodded and curtseyed, "Today, I am going to the funeral of my parents."

"Right you are." George said, kissing my forehead.

"And the red lipstick," Hermione retouched it for me after I finished my coffee, "because of the bloodshed and power in the pout. This girl is dangerous." She encouraged me.

I let out a booming laugh. I had my hair down and curly. I was wearing the black lace dress Narcissa bought me, and the black heels. Draped over my arm was a black leather satchel and black trench coat. I meant business. My guard was up and I was doing all I could to hide my nerves.

"Good morning Miss Pink," Umbridge approached me, "Aren't you looking awfully grown up?" she looked me up and down, "That amount of makeup is inappropriate for school, and surely a more respectful choice of outfit would be more suffice? Hem-hem."

"I apologise Professor if I have offended you. I was informed that black was the most appropriate colour to wear to court. I will know in future to consider offence when choosing outfits. Thank you for your words of comfort at this difficult time." I said sincerely before turning to look at my group of friends who were desperately trying to maintain straight faces.

Draco approached me, "Good luck today, Kathryn!" he wrapped his arms around me and briefly held tight, "Dressed like a true woman in power, I like." He nodded, "hopefully we'll have you over for Christmas and next summer, too! Let me know when you get back?" he smiled widely looked at his watch.

"Will do." I looked at my watch too, "Look Draco – about yesterday…"

"Already forgotten about!" he said, "Parkinson won't say anything either, promise."

I nodded to him in appreciation, "Want me to pass on anything to your mum?"

Draco shook his head as he made his way over to the Slytherin table, I had twenty minutes until Narcissa arrived, anxiety kicked in and I started tapping my feet nervously. That was when the owl post arrived and Percy's letter was regarding front page news. Hermione began to read…

DOLORES UMBRIDGE APPOINTED FIRST-EVER "HIGH INQUISITOR"

In a surprise move last night the Ministry of Magic passed new legislation giving itself an unprecedented level of control at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "The Minister for Magic has been growing uneasy about goings-on at Hogwarts for some time" said Junior Assistant to the Minister for Magic Percy Weasley. "He is now responding to concerns voiced by anxious parents, who feel the school may be moving in a direction they do not approve."

This is not the first time in recent weeks Fudge has used new laws to effect improvements at the wizarding school. As recently as 27th August Educational Decree Twenty-two was passed, to ensure that, in the event of the current headmaster being unable to provide a candidate for a teaching post, the Ministry should select an appropriate person.

"That's how Dolores Umbridge came to be appointed to the teaching staff at Hogwarts," said Weasley last night. "Dumbledore couldn't find anyone, so the Minister put in Umbridge and of course, she's been an immediate success-"

"She's been a WHAT?" Harry said loudly, "This is a joke, right?"

"Wait," Hermione said grimly, "There's more…"

"-totally revolutionising the teaching of Defence Against the Dark Arts and providing the Minister with on-the-ground feedback about what's really happening at Hogwarts."' It is this last function that the Ministry has now formalised with the passing of Educational Decree Twenty-three, which creates the new position of Hogwarts High Inquisitor.

"This is an exciting new phase in the Minister's plan to get to grips with what some are calling the falling standards at Hogwarts", said Weasley. "The Inquisitor will have powers to inspect her fellow educators and make sure that they are coming up to scratch. Professor Umbridge has been offered this position in addition to her own teaching post, and we are delighted to say that she has accepted." The Ministry's new moves have received enthusiastic support from parents of students at Hogwarts.

"I feel much easier in my mind now that I know that Dumbledore is being subjected to fair and objective evaluation," said Lucius Malfoy, 41, speaking from his Wiltshire mansion last night. "Many of us with our children's best interests at heart have been concerned about some of Dumbledore's eccentric decisions in the last few years and will be glad to know that the Ministry is keeping an eye on the situation."

"I could have bet Father would have been part of this." I said in my best mimic of Draco's voice, "Wonderful thing is, I know Fudge and Lucius have been in cahoots about something… I bet this is much bigger that it shows itself to be…"

"You knew something about this?" Harry asked accusingly.

I shook my head, "No, I hardly know anything, I know snippets of things that are going on, both sides of the phoenix." I rolled my eyes, "Remember, no one tells me anything these days…" I urged Hermione to keep reading…

"Among those 'eccentric decisions' are undoubtedly the controversial staff appointments previously described in this newspaper, which have included the hiring of werewolf Remus Lupin, half-giant Rubeus Hagrid and delusional ex-Auror 'Mad-Eye' Moody.

Rumours abound, of course, that Albus Dumbledore, once Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, is no longer up to the task of managing the prestigious school of Hogwarts. "I think the appointment of the Inquisitor is a first step toward ensuring that Hogwarts has a headmaster in whom we can all repose confidence" said a Ministry insider last night."Wizengamot elders Griselda Marchbanks and Tiberius Ogden have resigned in protest at the introduction of the post of Inquisitor to Hogwarts.

"Hogwarts is a school, not an outpost of Cornelius Fudge's office", said Madam Marchbanks. "This is a further disgusting attempt to discredit Albus Dumbledore." (For a full account of Madam Marchbanks' alleged links to subversive goblin groups, turn to page 17).

"Well, Madam Marchbanks and Mr Ogden, no matter how noble your resignations are, I doubt they'll care, and they'll probably have you replaced with much, much worse in due course…" I said.

Ron looked at me, "I think you're right."

"So now we know why we've ended up with Umbridge… because of this educational decree… Fudge is allowing her to inspect all the teachers…" Hermione sighed, "I can't believe this! It's outrageous!"

Ron started to smirk, we urged him to divulge, "Oh I can't to see McGonagall inspected," Ron said happily, "Umbridge won't know what's hit her."

"BOOM." I used my hands to demonstrate the extent of the explosion when those two women collide. I looked down at my watch, it was minutes before half 8, "Shit, I've got to run, I'll see you all later!" I grabbed my coat and bag.

"You will be FINE!" George put his hands on my upper arms before pulling me in to a hug, "You are barely recognisable from the young, sweet, innocent little girl who stood on the stand." He joked.

"Oi." I said, whacking him affectionately, "I guess I had no choice but to grow up," I raised my eyebrows at him, "you'd know all about that." I smirked.

"I would…" George said reminiscently before leaning down and kissing me tenderly, "I love you," he whispered, "I've got something for you…" he handed me a tissue.

I glared at him, "Har-de-fricken-har." I shook my head, "keep your parchment on you, I'll write if anything bad happens or if I'll be back after dinner time. Just…"

"We'll be fine!" he smiled, kissing me affectionately again, "I'll see you at dinner. We'll fill you in on all the gossip."

"Yeah," I bit my lip.

"Good luck!" Harry said.

Ron chipped in, "Yeah, you'll be fine."

Hermione rolled her eyes before hugging me, "I'll see you later! I think it would be best not to mention the article to-"

"I know." I nodded.

Fred gave me a hug, too, "Don't break too many hearts."

"Thanks guys. Harry, behave yourself today." I warned him, "'Mione, make sure they don't do anything stupid…" I said turning to walk to McGonagall's office, "Oh, George…." I couldn't help but giggle, "You've got lipstick all over your-"

"Good morning, Princess." Narcissa smiled as she arrived at McGonagall's office, "I've renamed you Princess, a warrior Princess."

"Oh yes, that's me." I lifted my wand out of my pocket and pouted, posing with it jokingly, "Princess Katy of Pink."

"Katy?" Narcissa's eyebrows furrowed.

I smiled, "That's what George calls me, it's a running joke that I'm Princess Katy."

"Ah." She said, "Shall we get going?"

I took a deep breath in slight panic, we went out the main entrance of Hogwarts, walking down the path to the gates with gargoyles on either side. On the other side of the gates, Narcissa and I side-along apparated into the centre of Muggle London. It was raining heavily.

As I put on my trench coat, Narcissa reached into her large handbag, "Here." She said, handing me a full length travel cloak, "Put it on." We were in an alley between two tall buildings, I slipped on the cloak which covered me from top to toe, the hood disguised my face well, "Stay close to me."

We rounded the corner and there was the courthouse straight in front of us. There were hundreds of reporters, cameras, photographers and members of the general public all crowded on the steps up to the building. On the opposite side of the road, where Narcissa was negotiating where best to cross, someone was handing out free newspapers. I inconspicuously grabbed one and hid it from the rain under my cloak. I decided to take on the role of navigator as Narcissa clearly felt uncomfortable dealing with London traffic. I took her by the hand and directed a path for us through the normal rush hour traffic and in the back entrance to the court without gaining any unwanted attention.

"Miss Pink."

"Mr Snow." I said, taking down my hood, revealing my face.

"Good disguise," he complimented, "Did anyone see you?"

"No," Narcissa answered, "We're quite capable of looking after ourselves." She said shortly, "Would you mind, we have a court session to attend, we have ten minutes to get seated." There was a hint of sharpness in her voice.

I cleared my throat, "Cissa?" I didn't appreciate the rudeness, "Court doesn't start until ten o'clock, and I've got a private meeting with Mr Snow first, I asked him to meet us here." I raised my eyebrows at her, challenging her, when she said nothing, I continued, "I'll see you in court one whenever I'm done."

"She has a problem with authority." I said, "She's a woman who's used to getting everything she wants. She's very protective of the people she loves and in this situation, where she has little or no control and power makes her very vulnerable and naturally she hates it."

"Naturally," William nodded, he paused for a minute, "So you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yes," I nodded, "I've decided to take the offer. I have not discussed the numbers with either of my foster mothers and appreciate it if it didn't get discussed with them. If you have to discuss with an adult, speak to Professor McGonagall, I consulted with her on the matter."

William sized me up, "Understood."

Something dawned on me, "Is today going to be the last time I see you?"

"It may well be," he replied, "but I do imagine there will be documents to be dealt with at a later stage." He paused, "Or in future, you may come back to me, to ask about details of your parents' case."

I nodded, "So today we are sentencing my parents, signing the settlement and getting me some substitute parents until I turn 17."

"That's the plan," William stood, "Shall we?" he opened the door, "We don't want to have Mrs Malfoy waiting too long."

We walked into court room one minutes later, Narcissa immediately stood and waved me over to a seat that she was saving. A few individuals in the small gathering took a double take as they saw me before realising who I was.

A lady with a familiar sounding voice approached me, "Kathryn, remember me? Aileen Murphy?"

I looked at her blankly for a minute then remembered the accent, "You told me that I was not schizophrenic."

She chuckled, "Yes, that was me."

"'Precite it." I smiled, shaking her hand, "I can't say I remember much of what people said to me that day!"

"I can understand that!" she said, "I could tell that the day was taking its toll on you. You're only what… 14?"

"I'm 15 now." I corrected her, "But yes, it was a pretty awful day.

"No George today?" she asked, "He was lovely."

I shook my head, "He's doing the equivalent of A'levels this year and couldn't afford a day off. Well, I wouldn't let him come…" I smiled, really wishing right now that he was standing there, holding my hand, "How have you been?" I asked courteously.

Aileen nodded, "I've been well, just trying to get life back on track again.

"Amen to that."

"Kathryn?" another familiar face approached me and shook my hand, "look at you, you look awfully grown up in black."

"Paul Reid?" I questioned and he nodded, he had introduced himself to me in the room where I had a near mental breakdown, too, "I'm attending a funeral today." I smiled.

Paul looked at me in confusion, "A funeral?"

"Yes, of my parents. After today, they will be dead to me." I smirked.

He smirked too, "That's a good way of thinking of it, I wore a black tie, too." He fixed it, "We're attending the death party of our past to make way to the future."

"That's it." I smiled.

"Please take your seats." A man stood at the front of the court, his voice loud and clear.

I quickly shook hands with the rest of the victims as I took my seat at the far end of the row. I could see Molly fixing herself, as though she had just come in, Narcissa was two seats up, so I was to play piggy in the middle. I hoped that there would be no trouble between the women. As I was about to take my seat, I took off my coat and placed it under the seat and I saw a lady with a red hairband sitting right behind me.

I smiled at her, I couldn't help it. Tonks in disguise nodded back to me and emphasised her pen and paper.

"She will not be giving out any interviews. If you harass her, I will have you physically removed from the building, do I make myself quite clear?" Narcissa threatened.

Tonks gulped, "Yes ma'am."

"All rise." The man with the loud voice said and entered into the court room, the judge from the trial. When told to be seated, I started bouncing my foot nervously and playing with the charm bracelet around my wrist that Tonks gave me for my birthday.

I saw the individuals further on up the row acting similarly, especially when the judge invited my parents Helen and Richard Pink to enter the courtroom.

"The court has assessed all aspects of the offences committed by Mrs Helen Pink and Mr Richard Pink. They have both been accused of the murders of Miss Noreen Fleming, Mrs Alison Boyd, Mr Jacob Brown, Mr Colin Lee and Mr Stuart Montgomery, the grievous bodily harm of Mr Simon Spector, the shooting and robbery of Mr Paul Reid, the assault and battery or Mr Geoffrey Clark, the attempted poisoning of Mr Derek Taylor, the assault of Mr Anthony O'Brien, the stabbing of Mr Damien O'Toole, the kidnap, assault and battery of Dr Odhran Murphy and his wife Mrs Aileen Murphy, the assault and harassment of Miss Kalin McDermott and the attempted murder and abuse of their daughter, Miss Kathryn Pink."

I felt a shiver up my back. Molly took a hold of my hand and squeezed. I didn't realise I was shaking until her firm and reassuring hands met mine. I noticed that Mum had lost a lot of weight; she was only a frame of the woman she had been.

"Opportunity will now be given for Mrs Helen Pink to reaffirm or change her plead." The judge spoke, reading though the list of charges one by one. My mother stood in the dock and stared forwards, she replied not guilty to every charge, "And for the attempted murder and abuse of your daughter, Miss Kathryn Pink, how do you plead."

My mother paused. Her eyes followed the line of her victims then rested on me. She stared at me for what seemed like an eternity before saying the words, "Not guilty."

I let out a slow measured breath.

My father then took to the stand. The judge asked him the same round of questions as he did my mother. My father almost sounded bored as he stood and said not guilty over and over again. I could hear Kalin, the other female victim let out a few strained sobs. I forced myself to focus on the sound of the judge's voice. The booming voice, sounding of great power and self-confidence.

"Now we will hear statements from each of the prosecution." The judge spoke.

A range of different men and women in formal wear and curly wigs all stood and pleaded their cases for their victim. The first to take to the stand was a lady in a plain, smart, black dress, "My name is Ms Fiona Harding and I am representing Dr Odhran Murphy and Mrs Aileen Murphy. Dr and Mrs Murphy were going about their daily business. Dr Murphy had just returned home from a day in surgery, saving the life of a young boy who had been involved in a car accident. Dr Murphy found his wife tied up in their kitchen, she was unconscious and bleeding heavily. Mrs Helen Pink was holding a knife as Mr Richard Pink punched Dr Murphy, causing him to become unconscious. When he woke again, he was tied to a chair beside his wife, gagged and disorientated. The two were interrogated for hours on end, in the household of Mr and Mrs Pink, for information on victims Mr Geoffrey Clarke and Mr Damian O'Toole whom Dr and Mrs Murphy had treated in their respective job roles. Both Helen and Richard used brutal interrogation techniques including waterboarding, breaking of toes, flailing, stress positions and sleep deprivation as they were held as hostages for seven days with no food and little hydration. The extreme stress caused by Mr and Mrs Pink at this time caused Aileen to miscarry-"

"Oh no, no, no..." I put my hand up to my face to stop myself from screaming. Tears started flowing before I could stop them. Molly pulled me in close to her and I had my head on her shoulder as I cried and cried, listening to the other victim's stories. Geoffrey Clarke was punched and kicked on the street in the middle of the night and had broken ribs and a badly broken nose and a dislocated shoulder. Damian O'Toole was stabbed by my father which was assisted by my mother. These men met Dr and Mrs Murphy as they had treated them in hospital for their wounds and PTSD.

The rest of the lawyers spoke, but the last to stand for the witnesses was William who said, "An innocent girl, abused by her parents all through her childhood, thrown down stairs, stabbed, kicked, scalded, beaten, thrashed, resulting in black eyes, broken ribs, pneumothorax, lacerated kidney, broken leg, sprained arm, broken toes. From a young age, this girl had to fight for herself as her parents, Mr and Mrs Pink wouldn't stand up for her. Accusing her of poor mental health, making her feel worthless, unloved, unwanted… and bullying, threatening and hurting the professionals who tried to help. Then she was abandoned, left to die. She lives today with that emotional trauma. That girl is their daughter, Miss Kathryn Pink, who has survived the most horrific past and lives to see her parents being imprisoned for a long, long time."

By this stage, I was sitting bolt upright, the odd tear escaping my undoubtedly red, puffy eyes as I watched my parents' lawyer, Jeremy take to the floor, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr and Mrs Pink are loving parents and hardworking entrepreneurs who are generous in their donations to local charities including those for individuals with mental health problems, such as schizophrenia, which their daughter suffers. Both Mr and Mrs Pink have clean records, Mr Pink has trained with the army whilst Mrs Pink has completed a degree in business. They have provided nothing but the best schooling for their children, supporting them to make the best choices in life such as supporting Kathryn in her creative writing and supporting Peter in his affinity with mixed martial arts. Character witnesses have proven time and time again that Helen and Richard are good people, caring, friendly, honest and respectable members of society…"

"This is bullshit." I said a lot louder than intended.

Jeremy continued speaking about my parents, explaining that they were good people, I believed that he believed they were good people. There was no doubt that Jeremy was good at his job, but there was no doubt that my parents were bad people from the 10 victims that sat opposite. He finished by stating, "My clients are innocent and deserve to walk away from this unscathed."

"The court has heard both prosecution and defence and have stated the relevant sentencing guidelines. It has already been stated that the jury believe Mr and Mrs Pink to be guilty of all charges. In response to this, Mr and Mrs Pink have both pleaded not guilty and will both be sentenced to time in prison. Would Mr and Mrs Pink please stand."

"This is it, isn't it?" I asked, both Molly and Narcissa took my hands as my parents stood in front of the judge for their sentence to be passed.

Both ladies squeezed my hands, and I let go and covered my face, allowing myself to see through the gaps in between my fingers. My heart was beating as though I was sprinting for my life. I leaned forwards, my elbows resting on my knees.

"Mrs Helen Pink, for the murders of Miss Noreen Fleming, Mrs Alison Boyd, Mr Jacob Brown, Mr Colin Lee and Mr Stuart Montgomery, the grievous bodily harm of Mr Simon Spector, the shooting and robbery of Mr Paul Reid, the assault and battery or Mr Geoffrey Clark, the attempted poisoning of Mr Derek Taylor, the assault of Mr Anthony O'Brien, the stabbing of Mr Damien O'Toole, the kidnap, assault and battery of Dr Odhran Murphy and his wife Mrs Aileen Murphy, the assault and harassment of Miss Kalin McDermott and the attempted murder and abuse of your daughter, Miss Kathryn Pink… I sentence you to life imprisonment in Bronzefield high security prison in Surrey with chance of parole after a minimum of 16 years."

My hands left my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Mr Richard Pink, for the murders of Miss Noreen Fleming, Mrs Alison Boyd, Mr Jacob Brown, Mr Colin Lee and Mr Stuart Montgomery, the grievous bodily harm of Mr Simon Spector, the shooting and robbery of Mr Paul Reid, the assault and battery or Mr Geoffrey Clark, the attempted poisoning of Mr Derek Taylor, the assault of Mr Anthony O'Brien, the stabbing of Mr Damien O'Toole, the kidnap, assault and battery of Dr Odhran Murphy and his wife Mrs Aileen Murphy, the assault and harassment of Miss Kalin McDermott and the attempted murder and abuse of your daughter, Miss Kathryn Pink… I sentence you to life imprisonment in Frankland high security prison in County Durham with chance of parole after a minimum of 16 years."

I rose so quickly out of my chair and yelled, "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" I didn't realise I had said what I had been thinking, "THEY RUIN MY CHILDHOOD, THEY LEAVE ME WITH SCARS AND THEY GET OUT AFTER 16 YEARS?!"

"Kathryn, sit down." Narcissa grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down.

I fought free, I took a few steps forwards, "I HOPE YOU TWO DIE IN THERE! I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" I retorted in anger, staring at my parents, my mother's cold eyes looked back into mine with the same threatening glare that I was no longer afraid of. My father, the once proud man looked very small and insignificant as he could hardly meet my eyes, he stared forwards. There was nothing they could do, they were chained and bound to their prison guards, they couldn't fight back.

This was the last time I was going to see them. I was the one standing strong. I was the one with all the power yet I was furious with the results… Both Molly and Narcissa were standing behind me, as were the rest of the victims, who all looked downtrodden, some were crying, others were angry, like me. Only 16 years were guaranteed without them roaming the streets, threatening innocent people, or those who don't agree with their ideologies or were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time…

"Take them away." The judge spoke and my parents disappeared.

I returned to my seat and sat, trying to take in everything that had just happened. Both Molly and Narcissa tried to comfort me, either by taking my hand or linking arms with me, "Don't touch me." I said, putting my hand up to both of them.

"Compensation and settlements will be commencing in one hour, each victim will be called forward individually into a private court, I would appreciate your patience and cooperation at this time." The judge slammed his mallet and off he went.

"Can I get you a coffee?" Narcissa asked Molly and me, "I can't say I'm up for having a big lunch."

"I'd love a coffee." I said, "But I can't leave here… I'm sure there's a room-"

Narcissa nodded, "Don't worry, I'll get the coffees across the road and bring them over, we're allowed to sit in conference room B. I won't be too long, and I'm sure Molly will gladly look after you."

"Of course." Molly nodded.

Narcissa disappeared into the crowd leaving the court room. "I don't think I realised until now just how much anxiety and emotion there is in this courtroom. I know you said it was awful, Molly, but this… this is like having a Dementor behind you…" the girl with the red hairband sat beside me.

"Hey Tonks." I whispered, barely managing to get my words out. I put my head on her shoulder and sighed.

"I've said this before and I'll say it again," Tonks spoke, "you are so unbelievably brave."

I lifted my head and looked at her, "Thanks." Then I put my head back down again, "I didn't want to know what else my parents did. I-" I stopped talking, I didn't know what exactly I wanted to say, "I thought it was just me…" I was riddled with guilt for not saying anything sooner. But my counsellors and psychiatrists all knew what was happening and I was too young to understand. No one had the courage to fight for me, to fight against my parents…

"You were only a baby… You weren't to know…" Molly comforted me.

"Oh…" I said, suddenly remembering my other problems in life, I reached into my bag and lifted out my diary, "McGonagall told me to show you this." I handed it to Tonks and turned to the page highlighting my first encounters with Umbridge, "It will give you more clarity on the letter."

Tonks sat and read whilst Molly asked me questions about school. She initially asked about Ron and Hermione and how they were getting on as prefects. I told her that Hermione was taking everything very seriously and Ron was a little more laid back about the whole situation. She was particularly interested in Fred and George and what they were up to. I said ask no questions and I'll tell you no lies, Molly. She laughed and said that I spent too much time with them. Then she asked about Draco, I told her that we still talk and I told her that I wasn't going to become a Death Eater and for her not to worry. She nervously laughed, as though she wondered how much truth was in that sentence.

"Are you scared of this woman?" Tonks asked sincerely.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm scared of what she knows and what she's capable of. I'm aware of what was written in the paper this morning… She's completely anti Voldemort being back, she's working for Fudge, who hates me, so I'm on her radar and she does that stupid-" I did my best impression of Umbridge's hem-hem, "she's not teaching us how to defend ourselves, she made me copy full chapters out of a textbook simple enough for primary school age children to understand! I get that the Ministry is taking more control of the school but… we'll see how it all unfolds. If she calls me out in front of class again, she'll have another thing coming."

"We should move." Molly lifted my coat and cloak and began chauffeuring Tonks and me out of the now empty courtroom. She then directed us into the side room where all the victims and their families could sit around a large table. What I hadn't noticed before was the name on the door: Conference Room B.

"If she sees me in here, I'll find myself on the road to Azkaban for causing hassle for her dear Kathryn." Tonks said as the three of us sat down at the table towards the back of the room.

I cleared my throat, "Princess Kathryn."

Tonks and Molly shared a laugh, "You have her wrapped around your little finger, I don't know how you've managed it, but consider me impressed." Tonks admired, "Any tips?"

I snorted, "I have no ideas other than the fact that I'm friends with Draco. Don't get me wrong, Molly, he did my head in during first year and probably second year, but then we started talking and he cares."

"Yeah, we all know what that means, Kathryn." Molly smirked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I can definitely use that to my advantage and have done."

"And what does my Son think about this?"

I smiled, "George knows he's safe, we've talked about it. Ron is conflicted about the whole thing. Besides, I'm not stupid. I spent two months under their roof, I had questions asked and I bluffed my way through, they got nothing of any use out of me."

"You'd definitely make a good Auror." Tonks smiled, "I'll train you, pleaseeee it'll be so much fun!"

"What would you like to do dear?" Molly asked.

"I don't really know…" I said honestly.

Molly gave a comforting smile, "As long as you don't waste your time doing something stupid like Fred and George, then I'll be proud."

I grimaced, "They will surprise you, and in a good way, they have great ideas and bundles of enthusiasm. You know I'm going to support them. If it works out – happy days! If not, I'll be there to help them find a new passion."

Molly seemed suitably content with my statement as Narcissa came through the door and Tonks nose-dived under the table. In the panic, I took her hand and made her invisible. "Where'd she go?" Molly whispered.

"She's an Auror," I said, my hand under the table, Tonks must have had the prettiest sight of everyone's legs, "She's been trained in this stuff."

"Mocha for you, and two regular coffees, a brownie, a caramel square and an iced bun."

"Take the brownie or caramel square at your own risk, Molly." I joked but in a serious way.

I shuffled uncomfortably at the table, trying my best to find a position where Tonks would be able to hold my hand, then I realised I hadn't any tights on and put her hand on my leg, I thanked myself for shaving thoroughly that morning. Tonks started stroking my leg and I kicked her. I was the only one who could hear her laughing and joking under the table, and it was extremely off-putting. I tried to sit there and drink my coffee, but Tonks kept messing about. It took everything I had to keep myself neutral.

Narcissa was clearly at a loss for conversation, "How is the brownie?"

"The brownie?" I questioned distractedly, "yeah, it's good!" I said.

"You've gone very pale, Kathryn, dear, are you alright?" Molly questioned, feeling my forehead.

I took this as my opportunity to escape with Tonks, "Actually, Molly… I think I could do with a bit of air… I'm feeling a bit trapped in this room again!" Molly stood to go with me, but I encouraged her not to, "I'm a big girl, I don't need you holding my hand!"

I could see Molly and Narcissa exchange glances as I stood slowly, allowing Tonks to crawl out from under the table and then stand and hold my hand. I left the boardroom and headed towards the back door, but on the way stopped off quickly at the disability toilets, locked the door and threw up.

"Wotcher, Kathryn!" Tonks held back my hair.

"Sorry…." I apologised, "I've been feeling queasy all day."

Tonks rubbed my back, "You're not… pregnant are you?"

I grabbed a piece of tissue paper and wiped my mouth and stared at her with a deadpan expression.

"I mean…" Tonks tried to cover her tracks, "You and George are…. close… and well, you know, things can happen."

I laughed, "There is enough time for being pregnant in future. Distant future." Tonks looked at me funny, "What?" I asked, "I'm definitely not pregnant, I promise! I'm just nervous!" I washed my hands and looked in the mirror fixing my hair, "the tension between my two guardians could blow up at any given time and I don't want to be in the middle of it."

I opened the door to the toilet and Tonks followed me to the back entrance and sat on the step beside me, "There's something else that's annoying you, isn't there?"

"What, do you mean that I am a) being threatened in school, b) both my parents are now in prison, c) both my guardians hate each other and d) I am starting the year of hell that is O.W.L.S. which also happens e) to be the last year I have with George in Hogwarts and he'll probably find someone better than me as soon as he leaves school." I put my head on her shoulder and sighed.

Tonks rested her head on top of mine, "I hear you, girl. I wouldn't worry about George, now. Keep an eye on Umbridge, don't trust her but I think you're already ahead on that one. Your parents should be the least of your worries, considering they can't touch you."

"You'd be surprised what they're capable of." I sighed again, "They have contacts."

"The Order won't let anything happen to you," Tonks assured, "O.W.L.S. are something you'll look back on and wonder why you stressed out so much."

"Yeah, but you're so laid back, you're almost horizontal." I smirked.

Tonks lifted her head off mine, "Oi."

I lifted the newspaper out of my bag and on the first page, was a sketch of my face as I testified against my parents a matter of weeks ago. The headline was:

JUSTICE FOR THE ABUSED DAUGHTER OF
THE TORTUROUS TWOSOME?

"Lovely." I said, "I actually am the main story."

Tonks ripped the paper out of my hands, "You really don't want to read that." she tucked it into her bag, out of sight.

"Why?" I questioned, "the headline is about me."

Tonks wrung her fingers together awkwardly. I knew what she was going to say before she opened her mouth.

"They'll probably be wondering where I am…" I stood, "I'll see you around."

Tonks stood quickly, "What just happened?" she followed me as I walked, "Where are you going?"

"Back to Molly and Narcissa?" I said.

Tonks overtook me and stopped, blocking my way down the corridor, "No. You're going to tell me what just happened. You just went funny on me. Did I offend you or something?"

I put my hand on my hip, "Are you going to be wanna be mumma number… 4 now?"

"No!" Tonks was taken aback, "I'm here to support you, but as a sister, I thought you knew that?"

"Then what are you doing withholding information about me, from me?" I said, "I have every right to read that paper. I'm a big girl, I can handle it. There is no innocence left in me to preserve! You're acting like a parent and I don't need that. I need a slightly irresponsible big sister. The type that feels my leg up underneath the table." I gave her a side glance, "I'm being completely honest with you. I've never had anyone like that before. So I can't sit there and be treated like I'm oblivious to what's happening in reality. When reality is going to come and bite me in the arse one of these days."

Tonks laughed, "Fair point little sister." She handed me the paper.

"I'm still going back to Molly and Narcissa, just so you know." I said, "You can morph into someone else and stay if you like?"

"Alright, off you go. I'll see if you can recognise which person is me." she smiled widely.

I returned back to conference room 2 and sat in between Molly and Narcissa who both put wide smiles on their faces upon seeing me, "You two are acting very suspicious."

Molly smirked, "That's because we were talking about you?"

"All good, I hope?"

Narcissa drew her chair closer to me, "We both agree on something… we both think you're coping very well with everything... And whatever decision is made later on, we're both very proud of you."

"You know…" I began, "Buttering me up now won't change their decision later."

Both of the ladies laughed. It was nice to hear Narcissa laugh, it wasn't an emotion she expressed often.

"Miss Kathryn Pink to court one." A man in a suit announced.

Molly and Narcissa stood with me, "Ladies," I said, "I'm a big girl, I can sign this agreement without handholding."

They resumed their seats as I followed the man into court one where I saw Mr Snow sitting at a table with the judge. "Please take a seat."

I was handed an official looking document, listing my injuries and the breakdown of money allocated to each in compensation. I read through everything, even the fine print and nodded. I was getting £100,000 for my trouble. £100,000 for losing my childhood to parents who abused me. £50,000 of which was for the emotional trauma. I would pay £100,000 to have a do-over, to start again with new parents, ones who love and care for me. A family that I didn't have nightmares about.

"Are you satisfied with the compensation agreement?" the judge asked. He didn't appear as high and mighty sitting at the end of the table on the same level as me, instead he seemed like a tired old man who had spent too much time in doors.

Mr Snow nodded at me, encouraging me to speak.

"Suppose so." I said.

"Would you mind signing along the dotted line?" Mr Snow handed me a pen and I signed. I really missed using pens…

Mr Snow and the Judge also signed the agreement, "Off the record," the Judge spoke, "I believe it was your evidence that swayed the jury's decision. Your bravery. I want to pass on my best wishes for your future as you grow up in the wizarding world. Don't let what has happened to you in the past affect your future."

I nodded courtly, "Thanks." I said.

"John, would you mind bringing in Mrs Weasley and Mrs Malfoy?" the Judge looked up at the man who brought me into the room, "Miss Pink, if you don't mind, there are seats outside the court for you to wait to be recalled."

I took that as my cue to go.

Molly and Narcissa both went into the court room and I sat nervously bobbing my foot up and down again. I watched the comings and goings of people walking up and down the marble-floored corridor. I heard the chime of a clock in the distance, bong bong bong… It had just gone 3pm. I wondered what I was missing in Umbridge's class and decided that being here was definitely the best option. I felt like I was sitting outside the courtroom for ages, as the cold draught was now giving me shivers and my bum had well and truly gone numb. My mind started to wonder…

"Miss Pink? Would you mind re-joining us?" John popped his head out the door. My mind was somewhere back with George up in the hill-mountain where I felt free. I was the happiest I had been in a long time up there in his arms, looking out at the spectacular views.

"Sorry!" I said quickly, getting up to both feet. Mr Snow encouraged me to take the seat beside him and as I sat, I saw the smiles on Molly and Narcissa's faces.

"Miss Pink?" the judge grabbed my attention, "Would you be comfortable having Mrs Weasley and Mrs Malfoy as your foster parents until you turn seventeen? As I understand you will be an adult then."

I looked over to the women who were beaming at me, "Yeah, they'll do." I winked. Official documents were then read, passed and signed. I was now officially half Weasley, half Malfoy. That will definitely go down well. I can't say I'm worried, though.

"Is there anything you'd like to ask or say, Miss Pink before concluding this trial?" the Judge spoke.

I stood, "I just wish you could guarantee that people aren't going to come after me for putting the torturous twosome into prison. Or after sixteen years when they've been released, they find me and kill me themselves. I'm pretty sure that'll be high up on their agenda. Other than that, thanks for believing me." I shook the Judge's hand and Mr Snow's, "All the best with the new arrival."

"Thanks Kathryn, it was a pleasure meeting you." Mr Snow said.

"Shall we get you back to school, then?" Molly asked.

I nodded, "Back in time for dinner and homework, what a good mother." I said sarcastically.

Narcissa gently placed a hand on my shoulder, "That's everything?" and the three of us left the court and made our way out the back of the building, "Well, Kathryn, it's up to yourself if you'd rather spend Christmas at Malfoy Manor or with the Weasleys. Don't be afraid to write and if you need anything, I'm here." Narcissa hugged me, "And would you mind giving this to Draco for me? I was going to post it to him but forgot."

"Yeah, no worries." I accepted the package and put it into my handbag, "I guess I'll see you around." I smiled, "Thanks for coming today." I hugged her tight, "I appreciate it."

"It was my pleasure." Narcissa let go, "I'll see you soon." She turned on the spot and apparated.

Molly then turned to me and straightened my outfit out of habit, "I hope you can find some relief out of today?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I guess I'm just disappointed. My parents ruin fifteen years of my life and will probably never leave my nightmares, yet they only get a minimum of sixteen years in prison. I thought I would never have to worry about them, that I would be done, that I can put it all behind me after today, but I guess it was never going to be that simple..." I felt a lump at the back of my throat, I swallowed and made it disappear.

Molly stroked my arm, "You are never going to forget them, but time heals wounds, time makes it easier for you to move on. You will get through this, just make sure you don't bottle it all up. Narcissa is genuinely there for you, as am I, okay?"

I nodded taking a deep breath, "Tell Tonks thanks for coming and thank you for coming too, I do honestly appreciate it so much, just to have someone hold my hand though it all."

"I'll tell her tonight at the next meeting," Molly smiled, "And I'm only happy to support you in any way that I can." Then she looked me up and down, "You want to get back to Hogwarts, don't you?"

"Pretty much, yeah." I said, taking a hold of Molly's outstretched hand.

We apparated to just outside the Hogwarts gates where we took the short walk up to the castle. It is safe to say that Molly and I were both completely out of puff as we reached the huge oak front doors and took a few seconds to regain ourselves before entering the magnificent castle. I could immediately hear the sound of everyone eating in the Great Hall.

"I'll not embarrass my children by popping my head through the doors, but give them my love." Molly smiled, "I have a short meeting with Minerva, so I'm just going up to her office. Write to me if you need anything." She stroked my cheek before marching up the marble staircase.

I pushed open the door to the Great Hall and looked along the Gryffindor table, the Weasley children were unmistakable with their fiery red hair patched along the rows. I saw Fred elbow George who quickly stood and alerted Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny of my arrival. I walked quickly in George's direction which turned into a run as I flung my arms around him and he lifted me off my feet and kissed me tenderly. I breathed his familiar scent and quickly found the lump reappearing at the back of my throat. This time I couldn't stop the tears from flowing as he set me back on my feet again, "What happened?" he held me close.

I hid my face in amongst his robes and whispered loud enough for only him to hear, "They got a life sentence with a chance of parole after sixteen years." I felt my chin wobble, "A week after my 31st birthday, they're going to be roaming the streets again… They're going to f-find me and they're g-going to kill me, Georgie."

George stroked my hair gently, it was soothing and made me feel calmer, "They'll never find us," he said after a while, "I won't let them get anywhere near you. I think avada kedavra has an opening for them and a number of people would be willing to cast that curse for you." He kissed my forehead, "Okay?"

I looked up at him, my arms still wrapped around him, "Okay," I said in barely a whisper, "Oh, and another thing… I'm officially part Weasley, part Malfoy."

George wiped away my tears with his fingers, "What a hideous combination." He winked at me, "How are we going to share you at Christmas?"

"Where I stay is up to me." I smirked, dabbing away the rest of my tears with a tissue, "I am now the proud owner of twenty thousand galleons, we could go off on holiday together, we could rent a private island, we could solemnly swear that we are up to no good."

George chuckled, "Sounds good. What about, in the meantime, dinner?"

"Yeah," I smiled, "I feel your sister's presence behind me, though." I turned on the spot, "Gin."

"How did you know it was me?" Ginny smiled, giving me a tight hug.

I grimaced, "I can smell you."

Ginny inconspicuously smelled under her armpits and I couldn't help laughing at her, "What?" she said, "You say you can smell me and I'm feeling self-conscious."

"Your perfume, darling." I smiled.

Ginny screwed her eyes up, "Oh. So are you going to tell us what happened today or are we going to be in the dark?" Ginny encouraged me to take a seat beside her. Hermione was on the other side and both Ron and Harry looked expectantly across the table at me, "Go on then…"

George leaned over as I sat silently, "Gin, don't push her."

Ginny folded her arms, just like her mother did when annoyed about something, I could see her deliberating on what exactly to say next, "Just because you know what's been going on, doesn't mean we don't have the right to know either," she was only getting started, "sometimes it's like you two are in your own little bubble and" she stopped herself, "Come on, Kit-Kat, it's just us."

I smirked, "You are so impatient." I served myself food and started eating, realising just how hungry I felt, "they got a life sentence with chance of parole after 16 years."

"SIXTEEN YEARS?" Ron nearly spat out his food.

"That's outrageous!" Hermione shouted.

Ginny and Harry both looked at me bleakly, "So I have until I'm 31."

"Then we're going to put any curse we like on them if they come anywhere near us." George concluded, he placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed comfortingly.

"What about mum and Narcissa?" Ron asked, thankfully he had swallowed what was in his mouth.

I looked up from my plate of food, "Joint custody."

Ginny set down her knife and fork, "But you're coming to our's for Christmas, right?"

"We'll see what happens." I stated, "Narcissa said I had a choice, but I don't know how well it'll go down if I choose to spend all the time with you guys…" I sat, balancing my head on my hands.

"Kathryn?" came the familiar voice of Draco Malfoy and I looked up at him, to which his reply was, "You look exhausted."

I sighed, "Lovely to see you too." I grabbed the parcel Narcissa wanted me to pass on, "Proof that I was with your mother today and proof that she still loves you." I handed him the present and he smiled.

"Are you staying with us over the holidays?" he asked slightly timidly, as though afraid to ask.

"What would you like my answer to be?" I smirked, then seeing the smile appear on his face, "I'll probably be with the Weasley family over Christmas, because I spent summer with you, but I'm sure something will be decided on my behalf." I said flippantly.

Draco then pulled a roll of parchment out of his pocket, "Here are the notes from Snape's class today, get them back to me whenever you can."

"Tah," I smiled, "I can't say I'll be doing any work tonight. I could just curl up into a ball and sleep for the next week."

Draco shook his head, it was just like when we talked at Malfoy Manor, "You slept for seventeen hours straight at home, I really wouldn't put it past you." He chuckled at the thought of it, "Sure I'll see you around."

"See ya!" I waved as he walked.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to the fact that you and Malfoy are friends." Fred said from the other side of George, "He's just…"

"Creepy?" George suggested, "but I'm not allowed to say that." George said after seeing the warning look on my face, "just because you get along with him, doesn't mean I have to." He stated.

Dean and Seamus walked by and Dean stopped to talk to me, "Hey, Kathryn, I just wanted to know how you got on today? My mum and dad have been following the trial…"

I watched as Seamus, who was seemingly in a huff with Dean for stopping, kept walking, then I answered Dean, "I didn't know you knew?"

Dean had a quizzical look on his face, "I'm muggle born? Just like you? Besides, it's hard not to know when that Umbridge woman forced you to mention it in front of the whole class."

George set his cutlery down in horror, "She did what?"

I decided to ignore George's drama, I tried to tell him before, but he called it paranoia. Instead I kept eye contact with Dean, "I suppose… Your parents probably know more about it all than me."

"The things they did to those people… to that woman who was pregnant…" Dean grimaced, "you were so lucky to get away, I can only imagine what you've been through…" he sighed sympathetically, "My mum was in tears reading about your day in court."

"Yeah…" I sighed, trying desperately to keep eye contact with Dean with all the commotion going on amongst my inner circle of friends, "now the world can move on. They've been locked up, the torturous twosome."

Dean opened his mouth and closed it again, "I'm sorry…" he turned to walk away.

"Hey Dean?" I called out and he turned on his heels.

"Yeah?"

"Do your parents know you go to school with me?"

"Yeah?" he said, "They were wondering how you got lost within the system, one glimpse of the name and I knew it was you… especially after the Boggart-" he stopped.

"Will you ask them to, er…" I struggled to find the right words, "send me information on what happened? Newspaper cut outs? Stories? Headlines? I just need to understand something…"

Dean stood awkwardly and nodded, "Of course. I'll see what I can do." He nodded again and walked away.

Hermione leaned forwards and put her hand on mine, "What happened with the pregnant woman?"

I looked up at her and shook my head, "You really don't want to know…"

"Miss Pink?" Professor Umbridge was standing behind me, "Hem-hem. In my office, now."

I felt like I could cry.

Harry stood, "Professor, can't you see that she really doesn't need this right now?"

"Harry, shut it." I warned him, "Not another word."

Then I turned to Umbridge, "I'll be up right behind you." I reluctantly gathered my coat and bag and got up. Harry grabbed his belongings as well and followed Umbridge at a distance, "What's he doing?" I asked anyone who would answer.

"Harry has detention for a week…" Hermione whispered in my ear, "He lost his temper again, before I had a chance to shut him up. Umbridge said that the closest thing to a proper DADA teacher we've had was Quirrell. He said that You-Know-Who sticking out of the back of his head was only a minor drawback, then. She lost it."

I sighed, "I leave for one day!" I stood.

George grabbed my hand, "Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" I said, walking away, his hand letting go of mine.

"Miss Pink," Umbridge started as I took a seat opposite her in her pink office. Harry was sitting at the desk, seemingly writing more lines. I daren't look at him too much. I felt an immediate chill as I remembering stunning Barty Crouch Jr here a matter of weeks ago, "Do you know why I brought you here this evening?"

"I have no idea…" I said genuinely.

"You're lying."

"Professor, really," I said, "I don't know…"

Umbridge put on a very fake smile, "Well, we'll just sit here until you do..." she formed a desk and chair for me to sit at on the opposite side of her desk.

I stared at the woman long and hard for what must have been an hour before getting sickened by her demeanour and I looked at Harry. His hand was bleeding. Why was it bleeding? I could see from the other side of the room that he was writing the words 'I must not tell lies'. Harry was using a black quill that was not his own… Surely it couldn't be…? The quill was writing in blood, Harry's blood. The quill was making incisions on his hand. Suddenly feeling very sick, I lifted out the roll of parchment Draco handed me hours earlier. "What are you doing?" she said in an awfully sweet voice.

"Making use of my time." I answered simply with no hint of anger, or sign of wanting to murder her for inflicting pain on one of my best friends. I knew she wouldn't let me go until she was content that I had suffered enough for whatever 'crime' I committed. She was probably wondering if she could get to me by making me sit in the same room as Harry who was silently suffering. She really was like my mother… As I copied Draco's notes, I listened in the background for anything other than the noises of pain coming from Harry… the sounds of her cats scuffling, the distant footsteps of pupils all going back to their houses to bed for the night. There was a slight chill coming from the window behind me as I sat at a wooden desk on a terribly uncomfortable chair. I was exhausted but kept awake by my burning hatred for the woman who was sitting happily marking pieces of work, ignoring Harry and me.

The end of her pile of parchment came and she started scribbling on a piece of parchment, her tongue sticking out slightly as she wrote. "There." She said sweetly to me, "Hem hem." She cleared her throat, "I would like to address a number of issues." She set down her quill and in an OCD-like manner placed in line with the other pieces of stationary on her desk, "Firstly, as I have mentioned today, your makeup and choice of outfit is offensive." She addressed me.

"May I ask why?" I asked courtly.

"Lipstick of that colour is not appropriate for school and for a girl of such an age. Your outfit is not school uniform, which is what should be worn during the week. Your dress also requires tights. Your heels are too high. You are dressed as though you are a lot older than you are and I find this inappropriate."

"In my defence, I was not participating in school activities today. I ate breakfast before most others and ate dinner as I was instructed to do in my non-regulation clothes before changing in my dormitory. I never got that opportunity." I stated as though I was sitting on the stand again.

Umbridge clenched her fists and relaxed them, "Next, you should not engage in intimate activities with any students or staff members."

"I – I'm sorry?" I spluttered. The scratchy sound of Harry's quill on parchment stopped momentarily before continuing.

Umbridge's frog eyes found mine and she continued, "You should not engage in physical contact with other students. It is inappropriate for such activities to occur. May I also add that an individual you are particularly intimate with is an adult and an adult-child relationship is highly inappropriate and I suggest it is discontinued as it is prohibited according to wizarding law."

I leaned forwards, "I don't see anyone else having a problem with George and me. In fact, I could name a few members of staff who encourage our relationship."

"Do not argue with me, Miss Pink. I am Hogwarts High Inquisitor."

"Yeah, congrats." I said as genuinely as I could muster, "How has the first day been? I'm sure you have inspired greatness from all of your colleagues."

Umbridge ignored my statement, "Your display of emotions in the Great Hall was also inappropriate."

I placed my hair behind my ear and challenged, "You are aware that I underwent a highly emotionally charged day today, in which my parents were convicted of murder, abuse and torture. I was the key witness. I was the person who spoke up. I was the person who provided all the evidence that the court needed. I also know how all the crimes were committed. And Professor, I will not have you emotionally abuse me because that is what this," I pointed at her, at me back and forth, "Feels like. Not to mention what you're doing to Harry."

Professor Umbridge smiled just that little bit wider, "I will also warn you of speaking to members of staff inappropriately."

"But Professor," I began, "I am being perfectly reasonable, I have not raised my voice, I have done exactly what you wanted and I am responding to the comments you have made, which is my right."

Umbridge knew she had lost this battle, "If I see you break any of these rules again, I will be forced to punish you, do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal."

"I am watching you, Miss Pink." She said threateningly, "You may go."

As I reached the door, I whispered, "And I am watching you." Then said loud enough for her to hear, "Sweet dreams, Professor."

Umbridge 1:1 Kathryn

Everyone was fast asleep by the time I got back to the Common Room. Harry appeared shortly behind me and scurried off to bed before I got a chance to talk to him. I sat up in bed, unable to rest. My wand was lit and the curtains around my bed were closed. I was playing a difficult game against Umbridge, one I had to be very cunning to win, because losing just wasn't an option.