Blood Status

Prologue

Warnings: This is a fanfiction that starts 6th year, and as the story progesses, the plot line may change from the original. This is also my fanfiction of which is posted on FF and on Shadowplay. The graphics made for this fanfic are of my own creation. Thank you.

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The stands went to the ceiling, and it seemed like every seat was full. Those who believed in the war, those who believed that the ministry had been overthrown during those awful years, those who couldn’t believe something like that could happen, friends, family, relatives of those who died, they all sat in the seats. But Elizabeth’s eyes only focused on the stormy pair that stared right back.  His lips drawn tight, his teeth tight in his jaw as he looked down to her seat at the very center. The one thing she never wanted, despite being a slytherin, despite being apart of the silver group of slytherin, despite all of it, was the limelight. Everyone stared at the brunette who had her hair tamed back in a braid down her back, her hair fell to just under her rib cage. Her icy blue eyes shimmered with confusion as a man in robes walked up to her, two house elves pushed a giant orb on a bunch of metallic design, a storm cloud inside that swirled.

 

“State your name.” The man stood up tall, his arms crossed across his chest. It was a projector, to be simple. The witches and wizards of the ministry had a projector, but much different than those she saw in her youth at the muggle schools. This projector took the images in one’s mind, memories to be more specific, and projected them for all to see on what looked like a giant screen above her head, large enough for all in the arena to witness.

 

“Elizabeth Marshall.” She spoke calmly, but her voice bounced off the cold stone that surrounded her. The man in the black and white robes stood in front of her and waved his hands to the house elves. They brought the orb closer. Elizabeth inhaled slowly, then let it out just as slowly from her lips as her eyes shot up to Draco’s one last time. Just enough to have courage. Just enough to feel courageous for another second.

 

They had been in bed earlier this morning. It was gleaming through the curtains, day light was so beautiful on his blond locks as she ran her fingers through it. Draco slept through the night now, his body relaxed now, the mark on his arm was a pale gray, fading every day he threw it to the way side. Elizabeth had been wrapped up in his tangle of limbs when the owl came through the window and perched on the backboard of the bed. A letter.

 

You are summoned to the Ministry of Magic

 

Elizabeth always knew that this day would come.

 

“And do you know why you’ve been summoned here, today?” The man boomed.

 

“No.” She shook her head. It was a lie, but in the entirety of her life she’d learned to lie and to lie well.

 

“You are accused of breaking and entering into the ministry, changing of official ministry documents, and participating in Death Eater activity.” The man added.

 

Elizabeth’s mouth fell open and she clenched her hands. Tongue kept locked up, eyes narrowed, years of socialite life in the house of Slytherin worked wonders on her.

“Of these crimes, are you guilty?”

 

“No.” She stated through gritted teeth. That could have been smoother, but she had not expected to be accused of this. They had just finished trying and arresting past death eaters, those who actually deserved the trial. Elizabeth should have known she would be on trial, and not just a witness.