Getting to sleep was always difficult for me, but being in a strange place, that also smelled musty and old. Had a creepy house elf that walked around and insulted you. Hermione, Ginny and I shared a room as usual, even here in this house. I tossed and turned for a while, until I finally fell asleep.

"Olivia." Voldemort's voice whispered in my head.

"You are herby expelled." Hopkirk's voice rang out, reminding me that I'd never go back to Hogwarts.

"Before the entire Wizenagamot." Mr. Weasley reiterated in my dream.

Before I knew it I was being shaken awake at 5:30 am, by Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, dear." She tsked as she brushed my hair away from my face. "Did you get any rest, Olivia?" She whispered and sighed.

"Sorry." I whispered back shamefully. "I tried..."

"It's all right, dear. Come. We have to get you dressed for your hearing." She said sweetly.

We left the room and walked towards Harry and Ron's room. Molly went in and wanted me to wait by the door. I did happen to peek in to see Ron sprawled out across the bed, drool hanging from his mouth and he was snoring. I covered my mouth to avoid letting loose the snickers that so desperately wanted to release. Harry got up swiftly as well and we went to have a bit of breakfast. They didn't want us waking any of our friends as it was early, and the swifter we left, the faster we'd come back reinstated as Hogwarts students. Each and everyone of them was sure.

"Now, go put these on." Sirius said quietly. "I assumed you didn't have any court appropriate attire, so I managed to get these for you. What Molly was going to make you wear was atrocious." Sirius whispered to us both. He handed Harry and I each a parcel.

We went into separate rooms down stairs and got changed. Sirius had given me a simple, plain fitted black dress, a silver belt to go on it and black pointed toed shoes. I was positively grateful for what he'd chosen. I put it on and when I walked back into the kitchen, Tonks fussed over my hair. She put it up in a ponytail, with a clip that held it off my neck. I felt like a business woman. Harry came out looking like a proper gentlemen in his suit. Sirius helped him with his tie and molly fussed over his hair, desperately trying to comb it down. But it was no use.

"Now, don't lose your tempers." Sirius reminded us firmly. "Be polite and stick to the facts."

"The law's on your side." Lupin reminded us. "Underage wizards are allowed to use magic in life threatening situations."

"Yeah. Thanks." I nodded gratefully to them all.

"I think we best be off." Mr. Weasley suggested. "We'd be a bit early, but it's better than hanging around here."

"Okay." Harry and I agreed.

"You'll both be all right, Harry an Olivia." Tonks hugged us both as we headed towards the kitchen doorway.

"Good luck." Lupin nodded, giving us each a pat on the arm reassuringly.

"If it doesn't go well... I'll go after the person in charge for ya." Sirius winked, making Harry and I chuckle. Loosening the tenseness we were both feeling.

"We've all go tour finger's crossed." Mrs. Weasley hugged us both and we left with her husband.

Usually, Mr. Weasley would just apparate to work, but since Harry and I weren't of age, he didn't want to make us go through that. Something about the possibility of feeling sick. So we took the visitor's entrance. We all went down the busy escalator's towards the subway trains.

"Trains, underground? Ingenius, these muggles." Mr. Weasley said fascinated, watching the train passengers swipe their cards to get through the barrier.

Mr. Weasley swiped his hand across the button like everyone else, but the door's didn't open to allow him to pass through. Confused he tried again, while Harry and I dug for our train passes. Harry and I pointedly showed him our cards, swiping one, which allowed him to pass through. "Ah." Mr. Weasley smiled. We took our turns and went through as well. After getting off the train further into London we walked for a bit until Mr. Weasley noticed a big red telephone booth.

"Here we are." He said gladly. "I've never used the visitor's entrance before. Should be fun." He held open the door. Harry and I squeezed ourselves inside the already small box, while Mr. Weasley came in behind us. "Good. Good." He nodded appreciatively. "I'll just get my muggle money."

He placed a coin in the slot and suddenly after it clicked, the telephone booth began to move downward into the ground like an elevator, without the cables. We descended down and down until we landed in an open area, filled with brick walls, fireplace-floo network entries, and hundreds of people walking orderly in the same direction. Mr. Weasley opened the door allowing Harry and I out, following after us. We moved in the same direction as the crowd, looking around, amazed. People of all shapes and sizes, some goblins, dwarves.

"Daily Prophet, ladies and gentlemen." A paper boy shouted, holding up the latest edition of the prophet. "Anybody for the Daily Prophet? Dumbledore is he daft or is he dangerous?" He read from the headline.

Golden statues stood around the large room, a massive water fountain in the center. Mountains of offices stacked on top of one another, with large windows, paper airplanes flew overhead and a massive banner that had a moving picture of Cornelius Fudge on it. The three of us piled into an elevator that was already crammed full of people, plus the attendant. Harry and I squished together as someone behind us held a box that roared, some flames shooting out the breathing holes.

"Morning, Arthur." The man greeted him.

"Morning, Bob." Mr. Weasley greeted him happily. The paper airplanes flew above our heads into the elevator, and we stared up at them curiously. "Interdepartmental memos." He whispered in between us. "We used to use owls. The mess was unbelievable."

Kingsley Shacklebolt rushed towards the elevator huffing and squeezing through. He whispered something into Mr. Weasley's ear.

"Merlin's beard." He exclaimed quietly. "Thank you, Kingsley. They've changed the time of your hearing."

"When is it?" Harry and I asked nervously.

"In five minutes."

The elevator door shut and started to move backwards. Harry and I nearly fell forward unaware that the elevator went in any direction. It suddenly dropped down and Mr. Weasley gestured to the hooks on the ceiling. After letting nearly everyone else off first, it was finally our turn.

"Department of Mysteries." The female voice announced to us.

The hallway was black brick and large, better put as quite mysterious. There were whispers that filled the air as we walked down the hallway. Mr. Weasley, Harry and I stopped walking as we saw Fudge himself, speaking to Lucius Malfoy in hushed tones. As soon as they noticed us they stopped and we all were nearly glaring at one another. Mr. Weasley ushered us both away quickly. We soon stopped at one of the doors.

"Remember, during the hearing, speak only when you're spoken too. Keep calm. Neither of you have done anything wrong. As the Muggles say, the truth will out!" He grinned and looked down at us both. "Yes?" Harry and I both nodded at him quickly and gulped. "I'm not allowed in, I'm afraid. Good luck, Harry, Olivia."

Harry and I entered the court room and gulped even harder. We'd been here before, only it wasn't in a dream of our own, rather it was in Dumbledore's memory inside the pensieve. These wall to were made of dark stone, much more dungeon feeling to it, with torches that lit the walls. Harry and I had been informed to take the seats that sat alone in the very center of the room. I really didn't like feeling like a criminal, but at least we weren't in a cage, like the others had been during their trials.

Cornelius Fudge entered the room and took the highest seat, glaring down upon us. He was going to be the judge overseeing the trial and that didn't make Harry or I feel very hopeful at all. It seemed as though we had very little chances, and we were completely alone.

"Disciplinary Hearing of the 12th of August into offenses committed by Harry James Potter and Olivia Jane Potter, resident's at number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." Fudge stated as he banged his gavel on the podium. There were many eyes that stared down at us in red or black court robes. "Interrogators Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic..."

"Witness for the defense!" A loud booming voice, joined the courtroom, interrupting The Minister. Harry and I both turned in our large black chairs to see Professor Dumbledore walking in towards us swiftly. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." He stated speaking softer as he went on.

Dumbledore strode into the room wearing his silver robes, purple cap, with a calm expression upon his face. I smiled and felt a bit more at ease knowing he was here for us. Though, I did notice that he hadn't even bothered to look at Harry or I. Only staring up at the Minister who looked rather nervous. The Wizengamot all muttered, some sounding fearful, some annoyed, and a couple who gladly waved at Dumbledore as he entered.

"You-You got our message that the time and place of the hearing had been changed, did you?" Cornelius asked with a hint of distaste in his tone.

"I must have missed it, but by a happy mistake, I arrived at the Ministry three hours early." Dumbledore stated rather cheerfully and looked around the room. "Charges?"

"The charges against the accused are as follows: that they did knowingly and in full awareness of the illegality of their actions each produce a Patronus Charm in the presence of a Muggle. Do either of you deny producing said Patronus's?" Fudge asked with a raised and accusing brow.

"No, but..." Harry and I both tried to answer in order to defend ourselves, only to be cut off.

"And you are both well aware that you are forbidden to use magic outside school while under the age of 17?"

"Yes we are, but..." I tried.

"Yes, but..."

"Witches and Wizards of the Wizengamot..." Fudge interrupted again.

The familiar anger rose inside me. I knew I shouldn't, as it could make trouble for the both of us, but I wasn't about to sit here and be made a example of. Especially when we hadn't done anything wrong.

"We only did it to protect ourselves and our cousin from the Dementors!" I shouted before I could stop myself, interrupting Cornelius Fudge."

"Dementors?" Madam Bones asked curiously as the other member's of the Wizengamot murmured amongst themselves. "In Little Whinging?"

"That's quite clever." Cornelius leet loose a sickening grin as he stared down at us. "Muggles can't see Dementors, can they, girl? Highly convenient, coming from one at the top of her class, eh?"

"I'm not lying!" I scoffed.

"She's not!" Harry insisted. "There were two of them, and if Olivia and I hadn't done what we did..."

"Enough!" Fudge raised his hand to silence us. "I'm sorry to interrupt what I'm sure to have been a very well-rehearsed story, but since you can produce no witnesses of the event." Cornelius hissed.

"Pardon me, Minister." Dumbledore interrupted him politely. "But as it happens, we can."

The Minster's face seemed doubtful, and clearly wanted to protest, but there were others around. He had to keep up fair appearances even if he didn't want too. The Wizengamot murmured and he allowed Dumbledore to produce his witness. Mrs. Figg entered the court room. Harry and I were made to sit up in the empty stands. She sat in the center of the room in the lone chair that sat there now as the other had been moved away.

"Please describe the attack." Madam Bones asked her. "What did they look like?" She asked clearer as Mrs. Figg hadn't answered.

"Well, one of them was very large and the other two rather skinny. Two boys and one girl..."

"Not the children." Fudge said annoyed. "The Dementors."

"Oh, right, right. Um, well, um, big, cloaked. Then everything went cold, as though all the happiness had gone from the world." Mrs. Figg explained.

"Now, look here." Fudge chuckled nervously. "Dementors don't just wander into a Muggle suburb and happen across a witch or a wizard, let alone one of each. The odds are astronomical." He laughed as he was trying to make it seem like we were all crazy.

"I don't think anyone would believe that the Dementors were there by coincidence, Minister." Dumbledore explained calmly as he approached the podium.

"Ahem." A witch to the right hand side of The Minister cleared her throat in an obnoxiously high-pitched voice. When I looked over to see where the voice had come from, the woman looked like a large pale toad. Pink showed underneath her court robes, being the only one in the room with color besides red or black. "I'm sure I must have misunderstood you, Professor. Dementors are, after all, under the control of the Ministry of Magic. I-It's so silly of me, but it sounded for a moment as though you were suggesting that the Ministry had ordered the attack on this boy and girl."

"That would be disturbing indeed, Madam Undersecretary. Which is why I'm sure the Ministry will be mounting a full scale inquiry into why these two dementors were so far from Azkaban and why they mounted an attack without authorization." Dumbledore spoke in a polite tone. "Of course, there is someone who might be behind the attack."

Cornelius Fudge leaned forward and Dumbledore approached the podium.  

"Cornelius... I implore you to see reason. The evidence that the Dark Lord has returned is incontrovertible."

"He's not back!" Fudge whispered still in a yell, as his body shook with fear. Dumbledore sighed disappointed and turned away, walking around the court room.

"In the matter of Harry Potter and Olivia Potter, the law clearly states that magic may be used before Muggles in life threatening situations." Dumbledore stated much harsher this time.

"Laws can be changed if necessary, Dumbledore!" Fudge declared angrily. Making a few members of the Wizengamot looked at him somewhat surprised at his outburst and shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

"Clearly, it's become practice to hold a full criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of Underage magic." Dumbledore spouted off quickly and firmly, making the jury members murmur in agreement.

"Those in favor of conviction." Madam Bones called out.

Harry and I sat close together, wrapped our hands together over each others, watching the members either raise their hands or not. The Minister was the first to raise his hand, followed by about a half dozen of others.

"Those in favor of clearing the accused of all charges?"

The rest that hadn't raised their hands before did, including Madam Bones. Making more than half of the room have their hands raised in the air. Fudge looked positively defeated and grabbed his gravel and clacked it against the podium.

"Cleared of all charges."

Harry and I both stood up and hugged each other joyously. When we turned around hoping to greet and thank Professor Dumbledore for coming, he was nearly out of the room, without a single glance at either one of us. Even as we called after him. Harry and I turned and frowned at each other unsure as to why he was acting in such a way.