Hermione's TrialThe Muggle Born Registration Committee
It was over. They had lost. Voldemort had succeeded in killing Harry, but they had managed to kill the snake, whatever small triumph that was now
"Granger, Hermione!" An annoying, toad-like voice called from a dark room.
Hermione stood up calmly from the group of muggle-borns shivering uncontrollably in the waiting room. After the fight at Hogwarts, Bellatrix had been all but delighted for Hermione to go to trial, not to mention that Voldemort had been furious with her and Ron for knowing his secret. Either way, both of them were as good as dead.
Hermione brushed by the dementors, a pleasant smile set firmly across her lips. The thought that she would soon get to see Harry again could not be stolen from her by these foul creatures.
She walked into the courtroom; head held high, and smiling. She gave a small wave to Dolores Umbridge, who looked thunderous at the sight of her.
"Hermione Jean Granger." She hissed.
"Dolores." Hermione nodded, ta