 Astrum - Sa13+
This is another story (AKA my third at one time). This one has a very special main character. In fact I do believe I have never seen a FanFiction with him and a main character... Anyhoo, I'd like to give what I call the "Lemony Snicket" warning. This story is not very happy but the ending is. This is a story about muggleborns in Azkaban during the Second war... The title means "stars" in latin.
Chapter One- Interrogatio "Interrogation"
The deatheater knocked her aside, his mother screamed. He yelled at her to go, to let him face the punishment. It's not his mother's fault he was a wizard. The young man waited for his name and assigned number. A13F45L98. He gulped, afraid of what was waiting behind the doors. As a Hufflepuff he wasn't particularly brave. In fact he fancied himself a bit of a coward. The others around him, however, looked even more scared than he felt. The youngest of the group looked no older than 13 and the oldest seemed to have eons of wrinkles. The doors opened and the boy gasped. He knew that disgusting smile, the horrible pink cardigan and giant matching bow. Knowing that with her around things weren't going to get any better he quickly went over every happy thought, his mum, his best friends and especially her.
"Hem, hem. Yes well if-- let's see..." she scrolled down her list. "Ah, yes A14F45L98. Mr. Justin Flinch-Fletchley." Justin pushed himself out of his seat , shaking slightly and followed none other than Dolores Jane Umbridge. The court room was small and ice cold. A big, fluffy, silver cat patronus was guarding Umbridge and some large, burly deatheater from the dementors on either side of the chair he was to sit on. The world felt dismal, he felt no hope, he was going to die. All the happiness was gone. Umbridge scrutinized the boy sitting in the seat. The fear in his hazel eyes made her hate him more. Stupid boy, you wished this on yourself, stealing someone's magic like that! But of course she put on a sickeningly sweet smile because Dolores Jane Umbridge rarely shows her true colors.
"So, young man, on the matter of your wand. Oak, Unicorn hair, 11 1/8 inches, is that correct?" she asked "kindly." Justin only nodded.
"And who did you take it from?"
"I-- what?" he asked.
"Take your wand from, who did you steal it from?" she demanded more firmly.
"I didn't! I-i bought it, at Ollivander's," he stuttered, what was she going on about?
"LIES!" she hissed. "Filthy mudblood! The Department of Mysteries has new evidence that muggleborns such as yourself stole their magic!"
"Anyway," she said, continuing as if nothing had happened, "it says here your parents are accountants." The distaste was obvious in her voice.
"So, Mr. Flinch- Fletchley, do you deny being a muggleborn?" she asked softly.
"No." he said plainly.
"All right then, guards take him away!"
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