"The point"—Pierre lifted a hand—"is that we cannot disprove that your memories have been compromised. We have plenty of evidence of crimes committed by the entire Malfoy family and your"—he made a flippant gesture—"friends."

"Then I demand to represent the accused at the trials and submit my testimony, my memories, and my physical evidence from Malfoy Manor in front of the Tribunal."

"The accused provide their own defense, Miss Granger. They must answer the court directly—"

"Then I will go to the Prophet, the Ghost, and any paper who will have me and tell them about the Justice Tribunal's lack of due process and interference with evidence collection. I will tell them how the True Order had Hermione Granger committed without cause — creator of the tattoo antidote potion that freed the slaves and allowed the True Order the opportunity retake the country—"

"I don't know what you think you've created," Jacobs interjected over her, "but French potioneers working for the True Order were the ones responsible for creating the antidote—"

She pushed to her feet, anger coiling through her veins. "Is that the lie you've been spinning? I constructed that potion myself in the Malfoy potions laboratory. Narcissa Malfoy gave me her wand, and Draco Malfoy delivered the ingredients directly to Charlotte!"

Pierre stared at her, his face impassive. Jacobs laughed, shaking his head.

"Miss Granger," Hestia Jones began, "please calm down—"

"Squid Ink, Sopophorous root, poppy head, bloodroot," she recited. "Dilute the squid ink with distilled water. Bring to a boil and set aside."

"You can't be serious—"

She raised her voice. "Chop the Sopophorous root into even quarters. Grind the poppy head with a pestle and add to boiling water. Stir clockwise twelve times until dissolved."

George stepped forward. "Hermione, that's enough—"

She lunged away from him and grabbed the back of her chair. "Let sit fifteen minutes. Add ten drops of squid ink, stirring counterclockwise after each drop. Lastly, add the bloodroot. Let sit for four hours until the poison in the bloodroot has neutralized and the steam rises in perfect spirals."

She took a shuddering breath, rage coursing through her. "I created that potion, and I can prove it. Charlotte may be dead, but I'm not."

Pierre studied her over steepled fingers while Jacobs stared at her in disbelief. Tilting her head, Hestia Jones regarded her curiously, and George looked like he finally recognized her.

She leaned forward on her hands, glared down at Pierre's unreadable face, and hissed, "Call your potioneer."

It was silent. She could hear the thump of her heartbeat as she waited for Pierre to respond.

A knock rapped on the door, startling her. George opened it, and Roger Davies rushed inside.

"Sir," he addressed Pierre, "urgent news from Prague."

Pierre cracked his knuckles and stood. "Miss Granger, if you would wait for a moment. Help yourself to tea." He gestured to a cart in the corner. "General Jones will contact our potions team, and then we will discuss."

Hestia nodded, and then all four of them were leaving the room with Roger Davies.