"In front of us today we have Hermione Granger, the accuser, and Neville Longbottom, the accused. Hermione Granger has requested a trial against Neville Longbottom, under the belief that he killed Draco Malfoy. There were witnesses for this event, but they are either dead or refusing to tell. So, therefore, it is up to me and the court to decide if Neville is innocent or guilty. We will begin now. Hermione, you start with your story."
Hermione took a big breath, and began talking. "We were in the Great Hall, Draco and I, seeing as we were both injured. I propped up Draco's head and began talking to him, trying to get his mind off the pain he had to be feeling, seeing as Voldemort cut off one of his fingers." There were gasps when Hermione said Voldemort's name. "Shut up! We can say his name now! I killed him!" That settled it. "Anyway, I propped his head on my knees and we were talking. I bent down and kissed him. But, even though my eyes were closed, I still saw the flash of green light that killed him. Of course, I didn't know it was the Avada Kedavra at first, so I kept snogging. But then, I noticed his body had gone limp and cold." Tears were spilling freely from her eyes now. "So, I raised my head and looked around. And what did I see? I saw him," she glares dirtily at me, "pointing his wand in my direction, smiling! He's guilty!"
Kingsley Shacklebolt looks at her, and then me. "And do you have any proof that it was him?"
"Er, um, uh... Yes, I do, actually." Hermione spluttered whilst I gaped. "He is a Death Eater! Well, he was."
"Neville, please lift up your left sleeve and show us your arm."
My heart was in my throat, ice shot down my spine.
I nodded and did as told. Please don't let there be anything, I prayed, rolling up my sleeve.
Nothing was there.
Shacklebolt lifted an eyebrow. "Hermione, it seems he is innocent."
"No! It's just not there because I killed his master, Voldemort! So there wouldn't be any point for the Dark Mark, it'd just fade with Voldemort."
"And what gives you this idea, Hermione?"
"All the books I've read and experiences I've had."
"Alright. We'll keep that in mind. Now, Neville, tell us your side."
I grin. "So, I was in the Great Hall, taking an injured woman to Madam Pomfrey, when I saw two people in a fight. Of course, I walked over there, you don't brawl in a place with dead and dying people, now do you? So, I managed to split them up with a simple spell. Yes, the light from my wand was green. But I was smiling because it was a spell I finally managed to cast-"
"What? The Killing Curse?" Interjects Hermione cooly.
"No, a separation spell, thank you very much. Anyway, I was smiling because I pulled it off. So I look over in Hermione's direction, and what do I see? Her sobbing over Draco. I wouldn't've been smiling if I knew he was dead, let me tell you that."
"Hmm... Okay. So, court, what say you?"
There was small murmurs amongst them; finally, Shacklebolt looked at us. "Our final decision will be tomorrow. We will see you then, in this room."