Lilly Malfoy

Court

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Lilly's pov

It had been a week since the war, I hadn't seen or heard from my family since and heard that they had went into hiding. I was staying in the Weasleys with harry, the house was very quiet since Fred's passing. I haven't seen George leave his room in days. When I walked down the stairs Ron and Harry were sitting at the table, I walked over and made a cup of tea

"I didn't know you started liking tea?" Ron questioned "it's not for me....I'm bringing it up to George. Thought he might like one" I said, Harry gave me a small smile and squeezed my hand as I walked past and back up the stairs. I stood outside his door, bracing myself before knocking "who's there?" A quiet voice asked "its Lilly, I've got you some tea" I said, I heard footsteps approach the door and it opened slowly. A tired looking boy stood infront of me, he wasn't the bubbly George I had alway seen in school, he looked tired...broken.

"Can I come in?" I asked, he only nodded. I sat the tea down on his dresser and noticed he's covered the mirror with a blanket "why did you cover the mirror?" I asked "I kept thinking it was him staring back" George said, sipping the tea. I only nodded "how are you?" I asked "tired...I haven't slept much" he said, his voice dragging. We sat in silence for awhile before I thought of something that might cheer him up "why don't we dye your hair?" I said "what?" He questioned

"let's dye our hair, let's dye it green or blue or something wild" I said. He looked over at the covered mirror and back at me with a small smile "yea...let's do it" he said. It was the first smile I'd seen him do in a while. We looked up hair dyeing spells and found one. "What colour are we going to do?" I asked "why don't we pick each others colour?" He asked "oh yes!" I said. I casted the spell and dyed his hair a bright blue colour and he surprisingly suited it quite well.

"Okay my turn!" He said and pointed his wand at my hair and said the spell. When he was down he smiled brightly and I laughed. I walked over to the mirror and looked at him, almost waiting for some reassurance that it was okay to uncover it. He nodded and I pulled the blanket down and stood beside him. He smiled the biggest smile as he stared at his blue hair. I looked at my shocking pink hair and grinned "I love it!" I said "I like mine too" he said "do you think Fred would like it?" He said, his face failing a bit "I think Fred would love it" I said with a small smile.

He smirked and looked at me "do you want to go show the others?" I asked. He took a deep breath in and nodded. I took his hand and guided him down the stairs. When we got into the kitchens Mrs Wesley's face dropped and everyone else seemed to stare. "Thoughts?" I questioned. My eyes met Mrs Weasleys and it's almost like she understood why we did it

"I think it's lovely dears, very unique!" She said with a supportive smile. I looked up at George who had lifted his head "what about you Potter? Does she suit the pink?" George asked "definitely!" Harry said as I walked over and sat beside him. I grinned and kissed his cheek. Lunch went by quite nicely, and everything seemed as normal as it could be at the point.

A couple of days later I received a letter from the ministry stating my fathers trial was being held in two days. Harry was to be one of the jury at it. The two days passed and before I knew it I was sitting infront of a court room of people trying to explain why my father shouldn't get the dementors kiss "miss Malfoy, did your father try and force you to become a deatheater. Answer honestly now, any lies will be held against you and your family" the minister said.

I looked over at my father and nodded "he did" I said bluntly "do you have the mark?" He asked "no" I replied "why is that?" The minister asked "because I believe in doing right. I wanted to fight so others wouldn't be scared to hear the name Voldemort again....I turned my back to my family and fought on the right side" I said, my eyes meeting Harry who only nodded "do you believe your father should die miss Malfoy?" The minister asked. My eyes widened

"of course not! Has my father done wrong? Yes. But he's my father...I love him with all my heart. He doesn't deserve to die, deep down he's a good man" I said, my eyes becoming watery. "That is all miss Malfoy" the minister said, ushering me back to my seat by my mother. She held my hand tight as her other hand lay on Draco's shoulders. We knew no matter what we said this wouldn't go in the direction we wanted, we prepared for the worst out come.

"Jury, you know how this works. If you believe Mr Malfoy should be given the dementors kiss shoot a black cloud into the sky. If you believe he should be given 10 years in Azkaban shoot a red cloud into the sky. Are we ready?" He questioned. The jury nodded and my eyes glued to Harry. I won't judge him in his choice and I told him that, my father tormented him...I'd be hurt, but I'd understand. The minister raised his wand and the room began to fill with a miss of colour. It seemed like quite a mixed vote but it was clear there were more black clouds.

Harry's wand shot red but I couldn't focus on that, my hand made its way to my fathers shoulders and I could feel his tension lift slightly "the court have decided. Mr Malfoy will be given the dementors kiss tomorrow night unless votes are changed by the morning" the minister said "No!" I yelled, my eyes filled with tears as they dragged my father out, I got up and chased him "Nooo!" I screamed, my lungs burning. Two arms wrapped around me as I fell to the floor by the door

"no no no" I kept muttering, tears falling down my face. My brother had walked out and my mother attempted to keep a straight face but I could see her breaking. I got myself up and brushed my tears away, I stormed right up to the ministers stand "How is this fair!" I shouted "deatheaters who have done more got off with a year in Azkaban. For merlins sake my aunt tortured two people, killed god knows who many and got life in Azkaban in the first war! That's better than being killed" I cried "this was not my decision miss Malfoy" the minister said, Harry had made his way down and stood beside me

"oh but it is! It is! You get the final call!" I shouted "mister Potter, I advise you take miss Malfoy out of here before things escalate" the minster said, walking out. Harry went to hold my hand and I moved away "don't touch me....just...." I began, moving away from him and going to my mother. I sat down and she began crying, she placed her head on my lap and broke down. I just closed my eyes, and when I eventually opened them Harry was gone.

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