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Accused
Chapter Number/Total: 23/31
Chapter Title: Accused
Words: 2294 Words
Draco had let the Ministry know that Harry was willing to give evidence against Cormac McLaggen. Now, they were waiting in the hall for Harry's turn to testify. The two of them drew strange looks and Draco was reminded of his own, albeit brief, trial when he had returned to the country. He had had to pay a lot of money to keep that a quiet hearing instead of the media circus it would have been.
Harry was so nervous that he knew if Draco weren't sitting beside him, he would've run off already. "It won't take that long, right?”
Draco laid a hand on Harry's back, patting him. "You will do fine," he encouraged.
"I'm scared,” Harry said quietly, glancing over at the doors. "I'm scared of seeing him.”
Draco understood that. He didn't know that he could do much better if confronted with his father or Bellatrix. Luckily for him, they were dead. "I know, but remember that he can't hurt you now," he said.
"He'll still look at me ... and I hated when he did that," Harry whispered.
Draco nodded, rubbing his hand in a soothing circle against Harry's back.
The door opened and a woman in official Ministry robes looked toward them. "Mr Potter, they are ready for you now," she said.
Harry swallowed hard and moved to get up, reaching for Draco's hand.
Draco took his hand and helped Harry up. Then slowly released it, knowing he couldn't step into the witness circle. "I will be nearby," he reminded him.
Harry wanted Draco right next to him, but that wouldn't happen. He took another deep breath and walked into the room, keeping his head down.
Draco followed him in, taking a seat to the side as he was directed by the guard. Cormac was sitting in the accused box and the entire Wizengamot was assembled in front of them. A wizard in prosecutor's robes directed Harry to the centre chair.
"State your name for the record," the wizard at the podium said.
Harry took a seat and resisted the urge to pull his knees up to his chest. "Harry James Potter," he said softly.
"And do you know the accused?"
Harry nodded, glancing up to where McLaggen sat for only a short moment. "Yes."
"Tell us how you know him," the prosecutor instructed.
"First, from Hogwarts. But later, he ... he was one of the people who held me captive," Harry replied, staring hard at his own lap as he spoke.
"State the name of the person you are accusing," the man insisted, "and what crimes, if any, you witnessed him commit."
"Cormac McLaggen," Harry said, giving in and pulling his knees up to his chest so he could rest his chin on them. "He raped ... and … and murdered people ....”
Draco was clutching the arms of his chair, hearing the fear in Harry's voice. He wanted to go to him, tell him that he didn't have to do this. But he did. Not just for those lives he might save, but for Harry's sake and sanity.
"Did you witness these acts?" the prosecutor asked.
Harry nodded, taking another deep breath. "Yes. I did."
"Describe the events, dates, locations and people involved," the man insisted.
Harry's thin arms tightened around his legs and he nearly shook his head and gave up, but ... he thought of the girl who would have wanted him to put this man behind bars. "I don't know the dates and locations," he said quietly. "But, there were many times when I saw him murder people. Muggles, usually."
"Describe them," the prosecutor insisted.
"He killed them," Harry said, not sure how to go about explaining. "Brutally. There was one where … he ... cut her up and ....” He paused, unable to go on, images flashing in his mind. He trembled, swallowing bile.
"You mentioned rape," the prosecutor said. "Do you have direct knowledge of that crime?"
Harry was hoping it wouldn't be brought up again. "Yes ... he ... he." Harry had to stop again, rocking slightly in the chair. "He raped me," he finally said, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Was this a single incident?"
"No ... no, it was many times ....” Harry said, feeling ashamed.
There were shocked gasps and mutterings throughout the room. "The accused claims that any crimes he committed were against his will under Imperius. Do you have any reason to doubt that?"
"It wasn't possible for him to be," Harry said, shaking his head. "He was too ... natural at it. And Voldemort wasn't always around when he was ... hurting me. He gave me to him as a reward for the other things he did, other people he killed."
"How do you know that it wasn't something he had been ordered to do?"
"He liked it," Harry said simply, remember those laughs at Harry's suffering. "He enjoyed it all.”
There was more murmuring. Harry heard a kind of growl from McLaggen himself. It made Harry cringe and look up at him, trembling a little at the look on his face.
McLaggen's eyes narrowed, the look letting Harry know he would like to hurt him again. Harry knew that it wasn't very likely that McLaggen could get away and attack him right then, but the look still scared him, forcing him to look back down.
"Are you willing to give Pensieve evidence of the facts in this case, Mr Potter?"
The idea terrified Harry, the very thought of anyone seeing what he'd done, how debased he had become. But, if that's what he had to do to have them believe him, he would do it. "Yes, I'm willing," he said.
"Are there additional questions for this witness?" the prosecutor asked. A couple of hands went up.
A wizard Harry didn't know stood up. "What were you doing while these atrocities were being committed?"
"I tried to stop him," Harry said. "But I couldn't ....”
"Yet, you eventually destroyed Lord Voldemort. Why did that take so long?"
"I'm sorry I took so long," Harry said, looking at the man. "I didn't exactly have many chances while they were hurting me in the worst possible ways."
"You lying traitor," McLaggen sneered. "You raped that girl!"
Harry went still before he began shaking his head, looking wildly around at the Wizengamot and then stopping on McLaggen. "You forced me to do that!"
McLaggen leapt to his feet, glaring at Harry, and guards drew wands on him. After a couple minutes of shouting, they got him seated again.
Draco was on his feet too, but held his place. He stood tensely with his hands clenched on the banister in front of him, eyes only on Harry. "Harry," he called softly, while everyone was distracted during the scuffle.
Harry looked up, green eyes meeting Draco's grey. He wanted to run to Draco, to insist he take him home.
"I'm right here. No one will hurt you," Draco said softly.
Harry made himself shut out everyone else in the room until he calmed down, taking slow deep breaths, eyes only on Draco.
Finally, Draco nodded, sitting down again.
There was shuffling and murmuring in the court and the prosecutor looked nervous. "Mr Potter, what incident is the accused referring to?"
Harry forced himself to turn his attention back to the court. "Once ... he forced me to ... to do that to a Muggle," Harry managed to say. He had hoped this wouldn't be brought up. He felt his cheeks burn in shame at the memory.
"How did he force you to rape someone?"
"He said I had to do it or I would suffer more," Harry tried to explain, swallowing hard as he remembered that particular night.
"What happened when you did?" the prosecutor asked.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, looking a little confused. "When I ... did it?"
"Yes, tell us the circumstances."
"She was tied up," Harry started, bowing his head. "And I didn't want to do it, but he said that if I didn't he would ... kill her. And I couldn't have that happen!" He bit his lip, rocking a bit and taking a deep breath before he went on. "So I did it ... and ... while I was doing it ... he r-raped me again ..." Harry was sniffling then, struggling to get through his words.
"And after you did it, what did the accused do then?"
"He started to use a knife on her ... and I tried to stop him, but he hit me and I remember he broke my nose then," Harry said, unable to keep from crying now. "And he just ... he wouldn't stop no matter what I did ...."
"If you had known any way to stop him, would you have?"
"Yes!" Harry exclaimed, looking up again. "He said he wouldn't kill her if I did that to her, and he was doing it anyway! I wanted to stop him ... I would have died to stop him if I could."
Draco could see how badly Harry was shaking and had to clench his own hands around the edge of his seat to keep himself from rushing to his side. Yet, he was also proud of Harry for facing this.
The prosecutor nodded, looking solemn and troubled. "Thank you for your testimony, Mr Potter."
Harry nodded and pressed his face against his knees, trying to wipe away the tears on his trousers.
The lead judge called a break in the trial and Draco jumped immediately to his feet, rushing to Harry's side.
"Fucking whore would do anything!" McLaggen screamed at Harry as he was led away by the guards. "You think you are so much better, but you begged for it!"
Harry's arms tightened around his legs as he cried harder, rocking in the chair. Now that the memory was in his head he couldn't get it out, no matter what he did. McLaggen's screaming only made it worse ... made it feel like he was back there.
Draco had the urge to pull his wand and hex the bastard McLaggen. He was probably lucky wands were taken before they were allowed into the Ministry. He hadn't felt this kind of anger in years. One of the only things that kept him under control was the knowledge that he had to remain calm for Harry. He bent to put an arm around Harry's shoulder. "You are safe, he can't hurt you now," he assured the sobbing man.
"But I can't forget," Harry managed to say as he gasped for breath. "I just can't ..."
"You don't have to forget; it's the past now and you survived," Draco assured him, ignoring the stares they were getting from others in the court.
Harry shook his head and turned blindly toward Draco, reaching out to wrap his arms around the man, hugging him and burying his face against his chest.
Draco petted the back of Harry's head, still holding him. He was aware of the mutterings and stares of other people. This was the first time they had ever touched each other in front of others in the wizarding world. Few people knew about their relationship and he realised that was about to change. "You told them, you have done what you needed to do," he soothed Harry.
Harry let out a deep, but shaky, breath. "I hated the way he looked at me," he said quietly.
So had Draco. "He is disgusting," he agreed. "But neither the guards nor I would let him touch you."
"I want to go home now," Harry mumbled after a few minutes, sniffling hard and pulling himself up, his arms wrapped tightly around Draco's neck now.
Draco helped him stand. "Yes, we can do that." He led Harry out of the courtroom.
Harry leaned against him as they walked towards the Floos, not wanting to see or talk to anyone else. He wanted to sleep and not dream like he usually did.
Draco held on to Harry protectively, shielding him from reporters firing questions at them as they left the court. He actually glared at a few who got too close, free hand tightening on his wand after they had collected their wands again. Finally, they made it to the Floo.
Once they Flooed home Harry felt only a little better. He stumbled out of the fireplace at Grimmauld Place and swayed where he stood. "Sleep," he said quietly, looking up at Draco.
It was still early but Draco understood that Harry was exhausted from the experience and helped him up to the room.
Harry undressed and then pulled on his pyjamas before climbing into his bed and pulling a pillow close. "Come on," he said to Draco. He always preferred Draco next to him when he slept. Not just to stop the nightmares now, though it did lessen them, but because being held by Draco had become his favourite thing.
Draco smiled softly down at Harry's invitation. He loved holding the other man. He nodded and changed into his pyjamas too, climbing into the bed. "You did a good thing today," he whispered.
"Thank you," Harry sighed, turning to face Draco. "I don't want to do it again."
"No, not again," Draco agreed. "Hopefully McLaggen will be locked up." And, Draco thought, Harry had stood up for himself against one of his few surviving attackers. It was one of the steps in healing that could make a big difference.
"He has to be," Harry insisted. After all he had done, there was no way that man could be let free. "He just has to be ...."
"He will never hurt you again," Draco assured him, reaching to stroke Harry's hair.
"You'll keep me safe?" Harry asked as he started to doze off, the hand in his hair relaxing him.
Draco leaned in, kissing Harry's forehead. "Yes, safe," he whispered.
Chapter Title: Accused
Words: 2294 Words
Draco had let the Ministry know that Harry was willing to give evidence against Cormac McLaggen. Now, they were waiting in the hall for Harry's turn to testify. The two of them drew strange looks and Draco was reminded of his own, albeit brief, trial when he had returned to the country. He had had to pay a lot of money to keep that a quiet hearing instead of the media circus it would have been.
Harry was so nervous that he knew if Draco weren't sitting beside him, he would've run off already. "It won't take that long, right?”
Draco laid a hand on Harry's back, patting him. "You will do fine," he encouraged.
"I'm scared,” Harry said quietly, glancing over at the doors. "I'm scared of seeing him.”
Draco understood that. He didn't know that he could do much better if confronted with his father or Bellatrix. Luckily for him, they were dead. "I know, but remember that he can't hurt you now," he said.
"He'll still look at me ... and I hated when he did that," Harry whispered.
Draco nodded, rubbing his hand in a soothing circle against Harry's back.
The door opened and a woman in official Ministry robes looked toward them. "Mr Potter, they are ready for you now," she said.
Harry swallowed hard and moved to get up, reaching for Draco's hand.
Draco took his hand and helped Harry up. Then slowly released it, knowing he couldn't step into the witness circle. "I will be nearby," he reminded him.
Harry wanted Draco right next to him, but that wouldn't happen. He took another deep breath and walked into the room, keeping his head down.
Draco followed him in, taking a seat to the side as he was directed by the guard. Cormac was sitting in the accused box and the entire Wizengamot was assembled in front of them. A wizard in prosecutor's robes directed Harry to the centre chair.
"State your name for the record," the wizard at the podium said.
Harry took a seat and resisted the urge to pull his knees up to his chest. "Harry James Potter," he said softly.
"And do you know the accused?"
Harry nodded, glancing up to where McLaggen sat for only a short moment. "Yes."
"Tell us how you know him," the prosecutor instructed.
"First, from Hogwarts. But later, he ... he was one of the people who held me captive," Harry replied, staring hard at his own lap as he spoke.
"State the name of the person you are accusing," the man insisted, "and what crimes, if any, you witnessed him commit."
"Cormac McLaggen," Harry said, giving in and pulling his knees up to his chest so he could rest his chin on them. "He raped ... and … and murdered people ....”
Draco was clutching the arms of his chair, hearing the fear in Harry's voice. He wanted to go to him, tell him that he didn't have to do this. But he did. Not just for those lives he might save, but for Harry's sake and sanity.
"Did you witness these acts?" the prosecutor asked.
Harry nodded, taking another deep breath. "Yes. I did."
"Describe the events, dates, locations and people involved," the man insisted.
Harry's thin arms tightened around his legs and he nearly shook his head and gave up, but ... he thought of the girl who would have wanted him to put this man behind bars. "I don't know the dates and locations," he said quietly. "But, there were many times when I saw him murder people. Muggles, usually."
"Describe them," the prosecutor insisted.
"He killed them," Harry said, not sure how to go about explaining. "Brutally. There was one where … he ... cut her up and ....” He paused, unable to go on, images flashing in his mind. He trembled, swallowing bile.
"You mentioned rape," the prosecutor said. "Do you have direct knowledge of that crime?"
Harry was hoping it wouldn't be brought up again. "Yes ... he ... he." Harry had to stop again, rocking slightly in the chair. "He raped me," he finally said, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Was this a single incident?"
"No ... no, it was many times ....” Harry said, feeling ashamed.
There were shocked gasps and mutterings throughout the room. "The accused claims that any crimes he committed were against his will under Imperius. Do you have any reason to doubt that?"
"It wasn't possible for him to be," Harry said, shaking his head. "He was too ... natural at it. And Voldemort wasn't always around when he was ... hurting me. He gave me to him as a reward for the other things he did, other people he killed."
"How do you know that it wasn't something he had been ordered to do?"
"He liked it," Harry said simply, remember those laughs at Harry's suffering. "He enjoyed it all.”
There was more murmuring. Harry heard a kind of growl from McLaggen himself. It made Harry cringe and look up at him, trembling a little at the look on his face.
McLaggen's eyes narrowed, the look letting Harry know he would like to hurt him again. Harry knew that it wasn't very likely that McLaggen could get away and attack him right then, but the look still scared him, forcing him to look back down.
"Are you willing to give Pensieve evidence of the facts in this case, Mr Potter?"
The idea terrified Harry, the very thought of anyone seeing what he'd done, how debased he had become. But, if that's what he had to do to have them believe him, he would do it. "Yes, I'm willing," he said.
"Are there additional questions for this witness?" the prosecutor asked. A couple of hands went up.
A wizard Harry didn't know stood up. "What were you doing while these atrocities were being committed?"
"I tried to stop him," Harry said. "But I couldn't ....”
"Yet, you eventually destroyed Lord Voldemort. Why did that take so long?"
"I'm sorry I took so long," Harry said, looking at the man. "I didn't exactly have many chances while they were hurting me in the worst possible ways."
"You lying traitor," McLaggen sneered. "You raped that girl!"
Harry went still before he began shaking his head, looking wildly around at the Wizengamot and then stopping on McLaggen. "You forced me to do that!"
McLaggen leapt to his feet, glaring at Harry, and guards drew wands on him. After a couple minutes of shouting, they got him seated again.
Draco was on his feet too, but held his place. He stood tensely with his hands clenched on the banister in front of him, eyes only on Harry. "Harry," he called softly, while everyone was distracted during the scuffle.
Harry looked up, green eyes meeting Draco's grey. He wanted to run to Draco, to insist he take him home.
"I'm right here. No one will hurt you," Draco said softly.
Harry made himself shut out everyone else in the room until he calmed down, taking slow deep breaths, eyes only on Draco.
Finally, Draco nodded, sitting down again.
There was shuffling and murmuring in the court and the prosecutor looked nervous. "Mr Potter, what incident is the accused referring to?"
Harry forced himself to turn his attention back to the court. "Once ... he forced me to ... to do that to a Muggle," Harry managed to say. He had hoped this wouldn't be brought up. He felt his cheeks burn in shame at the memory.
"How did he force you to rape someone?"
"He said I had to do it or I would suffer more," Harry tried to explain, swallowing hard as he remembered that particular night.
"What happened when you did?" the prosecutor asked.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, looking a little confused. "When I ... did it?"
"Yes, tell us the circumstances."
"She was tied up," Harry started, bowing his head. "And I didn't want to do it, but he said that if I didn't he would ... kill her. And I couldn't have that happen!" He bit his lip, rocking a bit and taking a deep breath before he went on. "So I did it ... and ... while I was doing it ... he r-raped me again ..." Harry was sniffling then, struggling to get through his words.
"And after you did it, what did the accused do then?"
"He started to use a knife on her ... and I tried to stop him, but he hit me and I remember he broke my nose then," Harry said, unable to keep from crying now. "And he just ... he wouldn't stop no matter what I did ...."
"If you had known any way to stop him, would you have?"
"Yes!" Harry exclaimed, looking up again. "He said he wouldn't kill her if I did that to her, and he was doing it anyway! I wanted to stop him ... I would have died to stop him if I could."
Draco could see how badly Harry was shaking and had to clench his own hands around the edge of his seat to keep himself from rushing to his side. Yet, he was also proud of Harry for facing this.
The prosecutor nodded, looking solemn and troubled. "Thank you for your testimony, Mr Potter."
Harry nodded and pressed his face against his knees, trying to wipe away the tears on his trousers.
The lead judge called a break in the trial and Draco jumped immediately to his feet, rushing to Harry's side.
"Fucking whore would do anything!" McLaggen screamed at Harry as he was led away by the guards. "You think you are so much better, but you begged for it!"
Harry's arms tightened around his legs as he cried harder, rocking in the chair. Now that the memory was in his head he couldn't get it out, no matter what he did. McLaggen's screaming only made it worse ... made it feel like he was back there.
Draco had the urge to pull his wand and hex the bastard McLaggen. He was probably lucky wands were taken before they were allowed into the Ministry. He hadn't felt this kind of anger in years. One of the only things that kept him under control was the knowledge that he had to remain calm for Harry. He bent to put an arm around Harry's shoulder. "You are safe, he can't hurt you now," he assured the sobbing man.
"But I can't forget," Harry managed to say as he gasped for breath. "I just can't ..."
"You don't have to forget; it's the past now and you survived," Draco assured him, ignoring the stares they were getting from others in the court.
Harry shook his head and turned blindly toward Draco, reaching out to wrap his arms around the man, hugging him and burying his face against his chest.
Draco petted the back of Harry's head, still holding him. He was aware of the mutterings and stares of other people. This was the first time they had ever touched each other in front of others in the wizarding world. Few people knew about their relationship and he realised that was about to change. "You told them, you have done what you needed to do," he soothed Harry.
Harry let out a deep, but shaky, breath. "I hated the way he looked at me," he said quietly.
So had Draco. "He is disgusting," he agreed. "But neither the guards nor I would let him touch you."
"I want to go home now," Harry mumbled after a few minutes, sniffling hard and pulling himself up, his arms wrapped tightly around Draco's neck now.
Draco helped him stand. "Yes, we can do that." He led Harry out of the courtroom.
Harry leaned against him as they walked towards the Floos, not wanting to see or talk to anyone else. He wanted to sleep and not dream like he usually did.
Draco held on to Harry protectively, shielding him from reporters firing questions at them as they left the court. He actually glared at a few who got too close, free hand tightening on his wand after they had collected their wands again. Finally, they made it to the Floo.
Once they Flooed home Harry felt only a little better. He stumbled out of the fireplace at Grimmauld Place and swayed where he stood. "Sleep," he said quietly, looking up at Draco.
It was still early but Draco understood that Harry was exhausted from the experience and helped him up to the room.
Harry undressed and then pulled on his pyjamas before climbing into his bed and pulling a pillow close. "Come on," he said to Draco. He always preferred Draco next to him when he slept. Not just to stop the nightmares now, though it did lessen them, but because being held by Draco had become his favourite thing.
Draco smiled softly down at Harry's invitation. He loved holding the other man. He nodded and changed into his pyjamas too, climbing into the bed. "You did a good thing today," he whispered.
"Thank you," Harry sighed, turning to face Draco. "I don't want to do it again."
"No, not again," Draco agreed. "Hopefully McLaggen will be locked up." And, Draco thought, Harry had stood up for himself against one of his few surviving attackers. It was one of the steps in healing that could make a big difference.
"He has to be," Harry insisted. After all he had done, there was no way that man could be let free. "He just has to be ...."
"He will never hurt you again," Draco assured him, reaching to stroke Harry's hair.
"You'll keep me safe?" Harry asked as he started to doze off, the hand in his hair relaxing him.
Draco leaned in, kissing Harry's forehead. "Yes, safe," he whispered.