Who: Althea Crabbe, Quentin Crabbe, and Vincent Crabbe When: After the fall of the Dark Lord Where: The Ministry of Magic, Level Ten What: Quentin’s Trial
Althea bounced lightly as her gaze darted around the small, empty chamber. She could hear the sound of the crowd chattering just outside the door at her back as they took their seats in the courtroom, awaiting the beginning of the trial. The trials of the accused Death Eaters had become something of a spectacle, attracting larger and more impassioned crowds as victims and their families were emboldened by the fall of the Dark Lord to seek revenge on his followers. Althea understood the anguish and the pain of war, and she supposed she could understand the desire for retribution, but her knees shook at the prospect that her husband might be one to suffer it.
As the room grew colder, Althea knew he was nearer, no doubt escorted by a number of Dementors as so many others had been already in the string of trials that seemed to stretch on for eternity. For the first time, she regretted bringing Vincent along with her as she felt the chill deep in her bones and her despair intensifying. She shifted, wrapping her cloak more securely around him, hoping her warmth might shield him from the worst of it, and pressed her lips to the top of his head as if she might ward off the summons of any bad memories. The Auror at the door who had hardly spared her more than a cursory glance before now cleared his throat to announce the arrival of the accused and Althea felt her heart sink. “Oh Merlin.” She breathed. “Quentin.”
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