Harry Potter belongs to our lord: JK Rowling. Im just a boring (and bored) person writing fanfiction.
Ginny:
Ginny Weasley was so done. She was done with Dumbledore, done with Harry's mood, done with the Dursleys, and she was done with Ron.
Ginny took a deep breath as Madam Bones started talking once more, starting the trial of Harry's aunt. "You are charged with child neglect, how do you plead?"
"Not guilty."
Ginny groaned. Obviously the Dursleys were not innocent, this would go by so much faster if they would just plead guilty.
Madam Bones looked as tired as Ginny felt as she continued to question Harry's aunt. "Child abuse?" She boomed out to the blonde, who was glaring distastefully at the witch.
Dursley pursed her lips and shook her head.
Madam Bones' eyes twitched as she gritted out, "A verbal answer if you please, Mrs. Dursley."
Dursley, who was still glaring at the woman, looked as if she had swallowed a lemon. "Not guilty."
Madam Bones took a deep breath and Ginny could see Hermione tightening her hold on Harry's hand.
"Attempted murder?"
"Guilty." Dursley's confession was greeted with silence.
"Why are you pleading guilty?" Fudge asked, looking like he missed something.
"You already threw my son in jail for trying to murder the freak, obviously you find me guilty too."
Dumbledore crouched down to her level and whispered something.
"Not guilty," Petunia said instead. "I did not participate in beating the freak that night."
Almost everyone rolled their eyes.
"That night." Madam Bones said, "Who was beating him on the night Remus Lupin rescued him from your home?" She asked, a vein throbbing.
"Do you have any proof my client was the one to beat Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore asked Madam Bones, his eyes twinkling.
"What if Mr. Potter provides the memory?" A voice in the far back asked.
Madam Bones turned back and glared at him. "Absolutely not; how do you think that'll end?" She turned back to the front. "However, Remus Lupin, upon entering Mr. Potter's residence, overheard a conversation. We have the memory here."
Dumbledore shook his head. "No, he told me the smell of blood was too overpowering for him to hear properly." He argued.
Madam Bones rolled her eyes. "The voices were still there, Headmaster. Even if he just heard them subconsciously, we would still be able to in a pensive." She told the so-called leader of the light. "Please bring me Remus Lupin's memory."
A wizard came to the front and deposited a memory into the basin.
"So glad we are done with that freak!" Dudley Dursley's voice came through the basin.
The two adults nodded and the three of them sat down to enjoy their lunch.
"What was your favorite meathod of torture?" The walrus asked his son.
The blond smiled cruelly. "I liked the whip." He said with a longing look in his eye. "I wish I could have wielded it again, it's no fair you got to, mummy."
The memory paused and everyone looked expectantly at the blonde woman. "It was not attempted murder." Dumbeldore's voice rang out as the woman next to him blubbered like a fish.
"All in favor of conviction for abuse?" Madam Bones asked the wixen around her. "While that may not be considered attempted murder yet, it is most definitely physical abuse."
All but the minister and the lady beside him in pink raised their wands, various looks of disgust on their faces.
"Guilty." Madam Bones said, sending a dirty look at Fudge and the toad-lady beside him. "Continue the memory." She ordered the wizard beside the pensive.
The walrus looked pensive for a moment before adding his own input. "I liked the iron on his bare flesh, it was satisfying seeing it burn into nothing." He turned to his wife. "What about you, Petunia?"
Ginny felt tears stinging her eyes and looked around to see that most others did too. Hermione was holding Harry's hand as she wept onto his shoulder and Sirius was gripping his shoulder tightly.
"I enjoyed all of it. I wish I could do that to my sister, too bad she's dead." The madwoman cackled.
"How long do you think til' he'll be dead, Mummy?" The blond boy asked his mother.
"About an hour most likely, thank god. I have wanted to kill him for the past thirteen years and I finally got the nerve today. It feels good."
The memory was stopped abruptly, but instead of the liquid being returned to its container, it was thrown in the bin, to the rejection of no one.
Ginny looked at the courtroom. Almost all glaring at the two muggles locked in chains and almost none were dry.
"All in favor of c-conviction?" Madam Bones' voice shook as she addressed the wizengamot.
Every wand but the toad's raised into the air. Ginny was surprised to see the minister's, but she couldn't care less at that moment.
"Guilty." The head of the DMLE's voice held no satisfaction, no enjoyment, and no anger. It was emotionless as she stared at the two monsters before her.
It took another minute for Madam Bones to regain her composure, but she was soon back to her usual business-like self. "Do you still plead innocent to child neglect?"
The woman nodded. "Yes. I am innocent."
Madam Bones sighed. "I have a confession here that I will read aloud."
The muggle sneered. "That is my innocent plea, freak."
Madam Bones ignored the blonde woman. "These are the exact words written: 'I have done the following to my nephew: The freak has always worn my son's hand-me-downs, he believed his name to be Freak before he started school, and we allowed my amazing son to steal the thing he claimed to be his. He has cooked all the meals for the family since he was 5 and he did all the chores from the age of 3. His bedroom was the cupboard under the stairs and we locked him there for weeks at a time with no meals when he did freaky things. I was the main punisher for things such as cupboard time and cleaning.'"
Petunia continued to sneer at Madam Bones as she finished reading. "That was not child neglect."
"All in favor of conviction?" Madam Bones asked the wizengamot members.
Most of them raised their wands and another private session started.
Less than two minutes later everyone was assembled again. Quite a few of the women on the gamot had fresh tears falling down their cheeks.
Fudge cleared his throat again. "We are split 20-20. 10 people believed Petunia Dursley nee Evans should be sentenced to a year in Azkaban." He started. "Half of the remaining 40 wanted life in Azkaban and the other wished for the dementor's kiss."
Amelia Bones took over. "Because a muggle being given the kiss is frowned upon, Petunia Dursley nee Evans will be sentenced to life in Azkaban."
One would have thought there would be applause, but after seeing Professor Lupin's memory, not many could muster more emotion than a watery smile.
Madam Bones' voice too was missing her usual briskness as she spoke. "Next, the trial of Vernon Dursley."
