The next morning, Hermione was rereading her letters when the Prophet materialized.

FIRST OF DEATH EATER TRIALS BEGIN; AMYCUS CARROW SENTENCED TO DEATH

Snatching the paper, Hermione watched Amycus Carrow's Azkaban photograph sneer up at her before diving in.

Amycus Carrow, one-half of the infamous Carrow twins, was tried and convicted for crimes against humanity and liberty yesterday in a public courtroom in the reclaimed Ministry of Magic. As one of the so-called Keepers of Edinburgh, Carrow was responsible for the epicenter of the Great Order's slavery operations, which forced victims into prostitution, hard labor, and deadly battles known as "Arena matches."

Carrow reportedly showed no remorse for his actions, inciting anger in the courtroom. The Tribunal lost order when Seamus Finnigan, a frequent Arena Fighter at Edinburgh, used the Cruciatus Curse on the accused.

After a recess, Carrow was found unanimously guilty by a jury of 12, and sentenced to death by the Killing Curse. His sentence will be carried out this evening. Finnigan will be prohibited from today's joint trial for Samuel and Siobhan Selwyn, but allowed to rejoin the courtroom for Alecto Carrow and Jonathan Jugson's trials tomorrow.

In an exclusive statement to the Prophet, General Jacobs defended the unconventional methods of the Tribunal, which thus far have involved rapid sentences and no appeals process. "The British people are anxious for justice, and we will deliver it swiftly," said Jacobs. He declined to release the scheduling of trials for the remaining 539 accused, 502 of whom are in custody.

Hermione blinked, reeling. She read the article a second time. And a third.

Seamus had tortured Amycus Carrow on the stand. Of course Hermione felt no remorse for the Carrows, but before the war, an Unforgivable warranted a life sentence in Azkaban. Seamus had hardly received a slap on the wrist.

And Siobhan Selwyn — a friend of Narcissa's — was being tried with her Death Eater husband tomorrow. As if whatever assistance they'd provided to the Great Order were comparable.

No sentences, and executions. Whose laws were the Tribunal following?

Closing her eyes, Hermione tried not to panic. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice that the mediwitches hadn't provided the minty magic suppressant potion for her that morning. It wasn't until mid-afternoon when she reached for her shelves and found them that she realized.

The suppressant was fading. They'd decided to give her magic back. The article had worked.

She Occluded for the rest of the day. Her waters were still, and her bookshelves materialized with ease. It felt like home again as she sliced up old memories, dusting off familiar tomes and sealing the images inside. She severed pages of new memories, tucking them in a fresh leather volume with pale green letters: St. Mungo's. Then she buried them all, losing them in the stacks.

The sky was dark when Healer Tamor entered her room, clutching a basket of mail twice as large as yesterday's. He told her with an anxious clearing of his throat that he anticipated discharging her the following morning, due to her full recovery.