1. Harry Potter Promise NR.7


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Author: zimbi, Rating: 91.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Umbridge, and had taken Harry to Madam Pomfrey to be treated, she would need to tell the court what she had seen. Ginny, as the one to bring the situation to McGonagall's attention, would also need to testify. Augusta and Neville left with Sirius to take their family seats. This was the first time Neville would be sitting in the Longbottom section, but Augusta felt it would be a good learning experience for him. He was dressed formally, like his grandmother, Sirius, and Harry, in robes that proudly displayed the Longbottom Crest, and tried not to let his nerves show as he sat down next to Augusta. The stern woman grasped his hand briefly, squeezing firmly before letting go. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and caught her small smile. He felt a few knots in his stomach untie. He felt better. Slowly over the next half hour, people trickled into the courtroom. Wizengamot members, reporters, and others who wanted to see the vile woman get what she deserved. The younger crowd recognized several classmates and nodded their hellos. The DA leaders had all come to support Harry, though there were a few who had other agendas as well. Blaise and Daphne were able to read between the lines enough to realize that this could very well be the day Fudge's government fell, and wanted to see what Harry and Lord Black would do; Cho had similar goals, but she mostly wanted to see her parents realize just where trusting Fudge and Umbridge would get them, and Cedric just wanted to ...
    be there for his friend. At precisely nine o'clock, Amelia banged her gavel, and called the court to order. Dumbledore began to speak as soon as the murmurs of the crowd died out. "Welcome, Lords and Ladies, on this day, the Thirtieth of December, Nineteen Ninety Five. We are here this morning for the trial of Delores Jane Umbridge." He looked towards the door, and a moment later, two Aurors entered, half dragging the woman in question between them. Harry noted with interest that a prolonged period of time in a holding cell had not been good to the woman. He felt even more disgust at her disheveled image; she had spent the time between her arrest and this trial in a Ministry holding cell. It wasn't like she had spent the last few weeks in Azkaban. The Aurors deposited Umbridge in the chair for defendants; as soon as she sat down, the chains began to move, effectively strapping her in place. "Madam Umbridge, you have been charged with the possession and utilization of a Class B dark object. How do you plead?" Dumbledore asked, keeping his ire for the woman out of his voice. "Not guilty," Umbridge replied, attempting to sound haughty, but really only managing sulky. Dumbledore nodded. "Very well. Madam Umbridge. Will you willingly consent to a trial under Veritaserum?" "Absolutely not," the woman said snootily. "I am of noble blood, and I will not allow you to treat me in such a –" "Yes or no will do, Madam," Amelia cut in testily. Umbridge paused and glared at the head of the ...
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