"I can't believe the ministry actually did something like this," James Potter shook his head, "I thought better of them. Our minister would never dare do something like this."
"Don't be so sure," Moody warned his young colleague, "you never know in these dark times."
Cielo walked into the courtroom, startlingly calm for a child his age. However, at this point, Cielo was no ordinary child. He was the ministry's prisoner.
"Hello," Madam Bones greeted the youngster, "sitting in again?"
"Yup," Cielo rolled his eyes and took his seat, Alfred right behind him, "this place is so boring. I swear I'm going crazy."
"Sorry kid," Amelia apologized, "the summer is almost over. Three and a half weeks left."
"I've only been here three weeks and I've drained any life out of this place," Cielo pouted, "what's the case today?"
"We're dealing with exploding teacups," Amelia deadpanned at the boy she'd grown fond of over the last few weeks, "Mr. James Pudgely has let them loose in a muggle jail, and it led to three prisoners escaping. The aurors quickly caught them, but the whole matter has the muggle prime minister rather cross with us; hence, we are holding this trial to decide what should be done."
"I swear the wizarding community of the future has lost its braincells," Lily Evans swears, "are they completely demented?"
"Yes," the people from the future intoned in sync, "they are completely demented."
"Buffoon," Cielo insulted the wizard under his breath, "what are you going to rule?"
"A thirty thousand galleon fine has already been set," Amelia replied, "that's just to cover the cost of catching the muggles, obliviation, and reparations to the muggles. This trial is to decide if he should get azkaban and to officially snap his wand."
"Excuse Madam," a breathless intern, James Pittand, rushed in, "Mr. Coruch's presence has been requested by the minister."
"Go along kid," Amelia dismissed Cielo, sighing at the glum look on his face, "you don't want to keep the minister waiting."
"Maybe I do," Cielo mumbled, causing Alfred, who's sole job was to follow him around, to muffle a laugh.
"I can't wait to see this dunce of a minister," Moody cracked his knuckles, "so I can know exactly who to deal with after this is all over."
After hearing Moody's statement, Cielo whispered something in Eleanor's ear, which caused her to shake her head in agreement.
"Do we even know what's going to happen afterwards?" Eleanor questioned, "by Cielo's calculations, we've already been here for five hours. Does anyone know anything of what is going on or what may be happening?"
"Unfortunately not," Melania answered her future great-grandson's fiancèe tentatively, "neither my husband, son, daughter-in-law, nephew, or niece know anything. As to anyone else, I cannot speak for them."
"Mother is correct," Orion answers his future granddaughter-to-be, "I do not know anything. My Lord, is it possible that you know?"
"I do not," Voldemort answered, cursing the deity that forced him to admit weakness to his followers, "I wonder who could possibly have the power to trap myself and my followers here though. We are not lacking in power by any means, yet we cannot escape this place."
"This power reminds me of something," James voiced quietly to himself, "but what exactly can it be?"
"James?" Remus rose an eyebrow at his friend, having overheard his mumbling due to their close proximity, "is everything alright?"
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Eyes on the Stars Feet on the Ground
FanfictionCielo Regulus Crouch was hurting. The Second Wizarding World was hell for many wizards, but he was one of it's worst victims. So when he found himself sitting in a room, with some of the high-ranked death eaters who caused it all, it is understandab...
