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The Trial

That little boy sitting there in the middle of the room hoping that he’d be free of punishment this morning. I sit here with a smirk on my face knowing soon he would be suspended from the school permanently. Listening to his blubbering excuses as to why he used magic infront of a muggle, just makes me want to laugh. Staring hard at the boy as he continues to interrupt the minister, he definitely needed to be taught some manners.

As Dumbledore appeared in the doorway, my gaze flittered to him. What was the man doing there? He could barely run his school let alone try and interfere with the ministery’s doings. Did he just question the minister? No…no that’s not ever ok to do. The minister’s decision is the final say, regardless of what another person’s opinions are.

My hand shooting up before anyone else’s hand as Minister Fudge asked who believed Harry Potter was guilty of using magic infront of a muggle, I held my hand high, making sure he caught my eye as I did so. I could see the fear in Mr. Potter’s eyes. My smirk evident on my face, because I knew he was guilty.