Prologue

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". . . Miss Hermione Granger!"

At the sound of her name being called, Hermione broke from her nervous reverie.

Here it was, the moment she'd been waiting for. Now was finally her chance to face the Wizengamot and share everything she thought about the man standing trial today.

She stood up on shaky legs, attempting to look confident as she made her way to the stand, ignoring the whispers and murmurs of the crowd.

She kept her eyes straight ahead, avoiding his gaze, afraid she would come undone if she looked at him. She could feel his cool gray eyes watching her.

"Miss Granger," the Inquisitor said, "could you tell me a little about your history with Draco Malfoy?"

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