I apologize if there is bad grammar and spelling. Most of my writing gets done at the end of long days when I'm dead tired.

Light splashed into the room as two grand doors were thrown open and two men dragged another in. They tossed him into a solitary chair, pointed their wands at him, lashing his harms so tightly to the chair they wouldn't move at all.

"Check him again for weapons," a voice said from outside the room. A man moved around and thoroughly searched the prisoner, making sure that there was nothing hidden.

"Hes clean sir."

"Very well," a shuffling of footsteps were heard and the lights turned on. A small man entered the room and took a spot at the head of some high tables that partially encircled the chair in the middle . " The rest of them shall be arriving at any moment, I want you to call two more Aurors here immediately. I don't trust this monster no matter how many times he has been checked." The short man stared down from his perch at the prisoner, his squat face looking like a toads. One of the men moved to the wall and touched his wand to a small square, a small shot of light ran up the wall and vanished into ceiling. The squat man pinched the bridge of his nose, "So...it has finally happened."

More and more people started to show up and take seats among the high tables.

"This is impossible," and , " The reports cannot be true," were exchanged more than once.

It didn't take long for all of the seats to be full. The man in the middle's head was hung forward, shadowing his features. Wizard's and witches were talking amongst themselves, pointing and glaring.

A loud pop from a wand quieted everyone down and they turned to look at the frog faced man sitting in the highest chair. He took a deep breath and touched his wand to his throat. His voice became amplified by magic.

"You all have heard the rumors for why you are gathered here. I will tell you now, they are undoubtedly true."

Someone interrupted, "So the children have been kidnapped! What are we doing to rescue them?!"

"The children are safe and being cared for," he said while waving dismissively. He sighed, having to steel himself once again for what he was about to say. " There is no precedence for this. Our ancestors always feared that it was possible, and as such, took measures to separate us from the muggles. But now, the most atrocious act ever committed in the history of magic has occurred!" Wizards and witches around the room looked at each other unsure of what was coming, "... a muggle ... has finally stolen a witch's magic!" The man laced his words with as much venom he could.

Gasps were heard around the room.

"That is impossible! Muggles can not wield magic! That is the very fact that makes them muggles!" The man had stood so fast his spectacles slipped on his face.

Anymore outcries were silenced by the frog man. "Enough! Test him, show them the results!"

An auror walked from his post along the wall, brandishing a sliver dagger. He cut the bound man's arm and gathered blood in a clear glass goblet. The auror handed it to the wizard that had shouted. The wizard fixed his glasses and drew his wand, muttering as he traced his wand across the blood.

The lights dimmed. A faint glow was coming from the cup, the blood was radiant in the darkness. Green flecks of light started rising from it.

The old wizard let out a cry and dropped the cup to the ground. As it shattered, the blood splattered and lit up the floor in an eerie light.

The room erupted in outcry

"SILENCE!" Everything was quiet and dark save for the blood. "We have convened to figure out how this monster has done such a thing." The lights came back on and the light from the blood was no longer visible. "Right, let us begin." All eyes turned to the man in the middle. " Dudley Dursley, you are being charged with stealing magic from a witch. How do you plead?"

The room was silent. "Mister Dursley you will answer me when I ask a question. If you continue to refuse, we have methods that will make you talk ... now, how do you plead?"

Dudley Dursley raised his head. Tears streaked down a dirt smeared face as he looked right at the wizard who addressed him.

The words were slow, like he had to struggle to pull them out. "I killed her...I killed Patricia."

This is all I have written so far. In the next few months I'm not going to have time to write much, well...at all really. I will try to release another story before I have to leave this for a time.