J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I own a shirt with the Slytherin crest on it.
A/N: Sorry this is so obscenely long, but there's a lot going on right now.
I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up I was in a tiny white room in a baggy white gown. The lights blinded me the second I opened my eyes. Squinting, I looked around. The door would have completely blended in with the walls in it hadn't been for a little window at the top. I tried jumping up and looking through it, but it was entirely too high. All I could see was the grey ceiling in the outside room. I started to panic. I didn't know where I was, and upon further examination I discovered the bed and a toilet were the only items in the room. I was wandless and completely helpless.
"Help me!" I screamed. I started banging on the door. "Help!"
I heard some muttering outside, and my body froze up, falling over. A woman in Healer's robes rushed in. "Are you okay?" I tried talking, but my mouth was locked shut. All I could do was give her a death look. She stood there, confused for a second before she finally shook her head and said, "Oh right, you can't talk can you?" She waved her wand and I could move from the head up.
"What is going on?!" I asked frantically.
"What do you mean..?"
I narrowed my eyes at her. "I mean where am I? What am I doing here?"
Her eyebrows rose and a look of disbelief showed on her pretty face. "Excuse me?"
"Excuse you what?" I snarled. If she hadn't put me in a body-bind curse, I would have slapped the shit out of her.
"Do you not remember what happened?"
"No, as a matter of fact I don't. That's why I'm asking you!"
The woman's eyes narrowed and she looked pretty livid. "How do you not remember attacking the Minister for Magic's son, then attempting to kill the Minister himself when he stepped in?"
"What did you just say?" I asked in shock.
"I think you know what I said." And with that, she stepped out of the room. The door made a clicking noise and I was free to move again.
I curled up into a ball, thinking about what just happened. There is no way I did that, I thought. No fucking way...
I don't know exactly how long I sat there, repeating those two sentences over and over again. I grew tired, but I didn't want to sleep. I was hungry, but wasn't in the mood to eat the food that had magically appeared in my room some time before. All I was in the mood for was figuring out what exactly happened.
At some point I had fallen asleep, and I learned this when someone roughly picked me up and shook me awake. I jumped and squealed. Some pale man with dark, angry eyes was staring me down. "Wake up," he said gruffly. He threw a grey and black suit at me, "and put this on while you're at it."
"No. Why?" I glared back.
He slapped me. "You will do as I say or I will curse you into oblivion, you hear me you little bitch?"
As much I loved to believe that I was a bad-ass, this man scared me. A lot. "I-I wish for you to at least leave the room so that I can dress in private," I said shakily.
"You have two minutes," he pointed at me and left.
I dressed as quickly as I could, and pounded on the door. "You can come in now, you ass!" Wow, I was so tough when he wasn't looking.
He wrenched the door open, grabbed my arm, and started dragging me down the hallway. The place looked almost like a mental institution. The hallway was white and clean smelling, and there were doors that looked just like mine every ten feet or so.
"Where am I going?" I whispered to the man.
He looked down at me, his black eyes cold. "Your parents requested a visit."
"Oh," I said. A few minutes later I was thrown into a tiny room with a couple seats in them. My parents were already in there, paler than usual with dark bags under their eyes.
My father jumped up and pulled me into a hug. "Thank you, Titus. You can leave us. We are more than capable of handling her." The man raised his eyebrows and slowly backed out of the room before slamming the door behind him.
My mother didn't leave her seat, she just looked up at me with teary eyes. "Why, Nathascha? What did we do wrong as parents to let this happen?"
I got down on my knees and crawled to her, grabbing her legs and squeezing them into a strange sort of half-hug. "Nothing. I didn't try to kill the Minister. I swear, Mom."
"Nathascha. Everyone was there, everyone saw you do it," my father snapped. Even in sadness he was still stern old dad.
I was outraged. How dare they not believe me, their daughter?! I may not remember everything that I yelled that night, but I sure as hell know I cast the killing curse at anyone. "Saw me do what?" I finally said.
Father raised an eyebrow. "Do what?! They saw you start cursing Marcus Fudge for no reason, and when the Minister stepped in you shouted that curse at him."
"Why would I have a reason to kill the Minister, Dad?" I asked.
"Why would you have a reason to curse Marcus Fudge, Nathascha?" He asked coldly.
Mother let out a sob. "Oh, Lucius.. You know girls. If I remember right, Marcus broke your heart while you were at Hogwarts, right?" I opened my mouth to reply, but she cut me off. "Right?" Something about how she said that made me realize there was more than she was letting on.
"A boy broke up with you when you were 13, so you tried to kill his dad three years later? Cut the bullshit you two, what happened?" Father was getting furious.
"Lucius." My mother pleaded, her eyes screamed for him to just let it go.
He sighed. "We are discussing this when we get home." She nodded quickly.
"So what did you guys want?" I wasn't sure if they were ready to leave or not, but I knew I wasn't ready for them to go.
"Well.." my mother started. "We need to talk to you about your trial tomorrow."
"What trial?" I was starting to get scared.
"Nathascha, you tried killing the Minister for Magic. You're going to have a trial."
I started crying right then and there. "I didn't fucking do it! I didn't. I wouldn't. I didn't." I kept repeating myself over and over again. My mom got down on the floor with me and hugged me, petting my hair and trying to calm me down.
"Shh... It's fine. You'll be fine." She grabbed my face, digging her nails into my cheeks until I quit crying and looked her in the eyes. "You will be brave. You will not cry at the trial. You will tell the complete truth at the trial. Do you hear me?"
I tried talking, but I was hyperventilating too bad. Finally I just nodded.
My dad sunk to his knees and kissed the top of my head, "good girl."
I didn't sleep that night. I just sat on the toilet (where I do my best thinking. Don't judge me.) and thought about what going to happen to me.
I could think of nothing.
Someone knocked on my door once before entering. Titus. His eyes still looked angry, but not as much as they were the day before. "Come on. Sentencing time." He beckoned for me to follow him. I just sat there for a second numb. He beckoned again, a threatening look on his face. I immediately jumped up and followed in his shadow. He led me into a dark room with nothing but a chair on it. "Sit." He ordered. I did as told, tears welling up in my eyes. "Arms on the sides. Just like that," he pulled out his wand and muttered something. Leather straps came up and bound my wrists to the chair while more below did the same to my legs. Titus bared his teeth in what I figured was supposed to be a smile. "Good luck."
The room began to spin, revealing another room, much larger room. There were hundreds of benches, and hundres of people sitting on those benches. In front of me was a large desk with some very fancy people sitting up there. A few I recognized from my parents get togethers.
"Nathascha Narcissa Malfoy," began the elderly man seated directly across from me. "You have been summoned here today to be tried and convicted for your crimes. You are hereby charged with: performing underage magic, attempted murder, and the attempted assassination of the Minister for Magic. How do you plead, Ms. Malfoy?"
"No-Not guilty," I managed to say. It was hard for me to breathe, and it was even harder not to cry. I looked up at the tall ceiling and prayed to a god to let me go free.
The old man looked at me sternly. "Let the first witness come forth, Marcus William Fudge!" Stupid Marcus strode forth, taking a seat beside the guy I assumed to be the judge. "Okay... Mr. Fudge, you say you knew Nathascha from school?"
"Yes, sir." Marcus nodded.
"Okay, and you say that when you were in your seventh year of Hogwarts, and Nathascha her third, you began a romantic relationship?" The judge raised his eyebrows. A few people in the crowd gasped and whispered amongst themselves.
They immediately shut up when Marcus opened his mouth. "Yes, sir. We were together for a very brief period of time. She had lied and told me she was a fifth year. When I found out, I was disgusted." More whispers.
The judge turned to me. "And what do you say to this?"
I was in shock. How could he so blatantly lie about what had happened that night? "I disagree with what he says. I met him at a party, and yes, I admit to lying about my age. But we were never in a relationship."
"Then what were you?"
I couldn't answer the question. I knew that I should, but I couldn't tell everyone what happened. And besides, my mother had warned me not to. The judge repeated the question. "I-I don't know," I finally said. "We had only hung out once when he discovered my age."
"Hmm.." The judge muttered. "All right. Mr. Fudge, you are excused. The next witness- Theodore Unsinger standing in for Cornelius Fudge. Mr. Fudge had an appointment he couldn't miss today, and he just couldn't bear to see the his attacker. Anyway, Mr. Unsinger was there the night of the incident, and also has the testimony of Mr. Fudge.. Mr. Unsinger to the stand, please!"
And extraordinarily fat man come up the stand. I recognized him as some big-wig Ministry worker that had to do with memory modification on Muggles who had seen magic. Or something along those lines. He sat his great fat ass down and coughed. "Yes, judge?"
"You were there the night of June 15?"
"Yes, indeed." Mr. Unsinger coughed again.
"And what is your account, sir?"
"Well, I was by the buffet when I heard a girl, Nathascha, yelling a spell at Mr. Marcus. Marcus managed to dodge it, and I jumped in when she started trying to curse him again. She turned on me, but I don't know what happened to her. Her eyes were just all crazy, and I noticed she was staring at the Minister. She started to say the killing curse at him, but I managed to stop her."
"Okay. And what is Mr. Fudge's written testimony?"
Another cough from the fat ass. "Okay.. Um... Mr. Fudge writes, 'I was enjoying pleasantries with Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass when I heard a commotion. I ran over to see Ms. Malfoy attacking my only son. She quickly turned to face me, and began shouting the killing curse. Mr. Unsinger knocked her out before she had a chance to finish."
The judge nodded. "And what do you have to say to this, Ms. Malfoy?"
"I don't recall doing that." I stated simply.
"No? Then what is your account, miss?" The judge was looking down at me harshly.
"I just remember trying to curse Marcus. Nothing dangerous. Maybe a bat-bogie curse or something. I definitely didn't turn to the Minister, though."
"Okay. Thank you, Ms. Malfoy. Will the Wizengamot please meet in the next room to decide the verdict!" Slowly the audience filed out, leaving me alone and tied to a chair.
It was eerily quiet in the great room. I chewed my lip, still praying that I would be okay.
Finally the the room filled back up. The judge had hardly been in his seat for ten seconds when he said in a great booming voice: "Nathascha Narcissa Malfoy, this court finds you guilty in all counts you were accused of here today, and we sentence you to forty years in Azkaban."
A/N: What do you think so far? Hmm..? I can't know unless you tell me. Thanks for reading so far!
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