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Chapter 1: In which I am Brought Against my Will
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As I walked through the dim hallway, I listened to the steps that accompanied mine. In front of me was the man who was escorting me, as if I was a criminal or something. His auror footsteps were heavy and loud. Next came mine, quiet, nearly nonexistent. Behind me, was my assigned attourney, her steps very soft, with a quiet rhythm.
I was anxious. I was walking down this hall towards a court room. We grew closer to the heavy wooden door, and when we finally reached it, the auror reached out and grasped the handle, turning it.
I took a deep breath, and stepped into the room. Immediately, I was overcome by a cool breeze. The room seemed incredibly drafty considering the torches along the walls of the circular room. A feeling of hopelessness and dispair came over me as I took another step into the room. I looked up to discover dementors, my greatest and only fear, hovering over the entire courtroom.
The auror pushed me towards the wooden chair at the center circular room surounded on the edges by several rings of pews set high into the walls. He sat me down, and immediately chains were wrapped around me magically, tightening at my wrists and ankles.
"Okay, seriously?" I asked him, irritated. "Is that really nessecary?"
"We don't need you attacking anyone... again."
Oh... so they were still pissed that I had tried to attack this guy's friend when they first brought me to the ministry. "Sorry, forgot." I said. "But still-"
I was cut off by the door slamming and hurried steps coming up to the big podium in the center of the pews.
"Sorry I'm late everybody, I had to get Kingsley to sign the last form for the trial." A woman walked up to the podium and sat down, arranging papers and organizing her most recent documents.
"Hello Dean, how's the family?" she said finally looking up towards me. She seemed to be speaking to the auror standing behind me.
"Fine thanks Hermione." He said.
"Good. Now before we begin, let's get rid of the dementors. It's unessecary and freezing in here." With a flick of her wand, a dome formed over our heads, separating the dementors from view. I immediately felt better. I sighed quietly of relief.
"So let's get started then. Let's take attendance shall we? Let's see... for the Wizengomet, we have everybody but Percy Weasly. I'll have to make a note of that.
"Hello professor McGonagall." An old woman with sharp features and a tight ben nodded in aknowledgement. She looked like she was strict.
"And the jury, say present when you hear your name." She pulled out a list from the stack of papers on her podium.
"And what if we don't hear our names?" a voice called out.
"Ah, George, I see you finally showed up. Did Kingsley finally threaten you bad enough to show up today?"
"More like the wife. But it is a curious case, I must admit." He said, looking towards me. He had bright red hair and long features. I broke eye contact.
"Well then, let's see... Anderson, Cooper?" And on the list went. She only paused when she reached the L's. "Longbottom, Neville"
"Present" said a man sitting with the rest of the jury. He had dark hair and mature features, with scars along his face.
"Oh, hello Neville, nice seeing you here."
And the list continued. When she finished, there were seven people on the jury in all.
"Well, I see the ministry assigned an attourney to the defendent, good to see you here Luna, it was nice of you to volunteer."
"Yes, I was happy to be helpful." My attourney said dreamily. I noticed for the first time that she was wearing vegtable earrings. Of course out of all of the equipped people to help me, they choose the lady who's a nut, but happy to help.
"Well then, defendant, state your name, parents, and prior education in the magical arts."
Wow, that's a lot of questions. "Ummm... my name is Anastasia, most people call me Anna though. I don't know who my parents are, i've always assumed them dead, and I was taught certain spells to defend myself by my master."
Yep, this would be a long trial. I hope they serve us lunch, cause there's no way I can go another hour without food. They can't expect me to tell my vague so-called life story without so much as a PB&J sandwitch.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but the next ones will be longer and a lot better. This is just an intro to the next chapter, really. Please review, and keep reading!