"Azkaban? What did I do?" Ophelia started to sob and the ministry worked looked at her angrily.

"You are the child of Voldemort, therefore you must be just as bad as him. You will be locked away until your trial, and after that, you will most likely be sentenced to death, or life in Azkaban." Ophelia sobbed as she reached out for Draco.

"Draco!" Draco struggled against the ministry worked holding him back.

"She's not evil! She was raised in Beauxbatton's! You saw the message she sent you when everything happened, didn't you?" Draco called out and the Minister of Magic stared at Ophelia, then looked away as he thought.

"That was you?"

"My name is Ophelia Zabini!" Ophelia sobbed as the Minister of Magic kept thinking.

"I'm not like him! I may have his temper, but I haven't killed anyone. Everything I have ever done has been in self-defense! I would never kill anyone!" Ophelia started to hyperventilate from how upset she was. The minister of magic wanted to believe she wasn't lying, as she looked like she wasn't, but he didn't want to take that chance.

"I'm sorry, Ophelia. But I cannot take that chance. We won't put you in Azkaban, but you will be held in a cell until further notice." Ophelia let her head drop. She tried to calm herself down, but it wasn't working.

"Minster, please, let me stay with her. She will never calm down unless I'm with her. Please," Draco pleaded and the Minister of magic sighed. He didn't know what to do. He has the daughter of Voldemort and the children of death eaters on his hands. He looked around and noticed there should be one more child.

"Wait a minute, where is Pansy Parkinson?" Blaise rubbed the back of his neck.

"Voldemort killed her for attacking Ophelia and trying to kill Draco. He saved their lives." The Minister nodded and sighed.

"You all can stay together, but it will be in a confined room." Ophelia's cuffs were removed and she threw herself at Draco. He caught her and rubbed her back while kissing the side of her head, whispering sweet nothings into her ear to help her. Blaise walked over to his sister and rubbed her back.

"Everything will be alright, Ophelia. You aren't like him. You've proven that many times." Ophelia shook her head.

"No one believes me," Draco hugged her tighter as she got more upset. Draco's heart ached. He hated seeing his love hurting the way she was. He didn't want her to go through this pain. He felt horrible for not believing her when she had told him she had no clue she was Voldemort's daughter.

The minister felt horrible for making the poor girl cry. He knew she had done a great job with fighting off the death eaters, but he didn't want to take the chance of her betraying them and turning into her father. The minister pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"You all will be able to prove that you guys aren't death eaters during the trial. Okay?" Ophelia nodded and started to feel angry. She was furious. She felt like all of her years at Beauxbattons were for nothing. She was the perfect lady, and had wonderful manners, and still does. She was and still is very kind and hasn't hurt anyone without reason. Yes, she may have been carried away with her anger and used spells that she most definitely shouldn't have used, but in her state of anger, she wasn't thinking. And she feels incredibly guilty. If she could go back, she would not use the spells that she's used to hurt people in the past, more specifically Pansy. It completely goes against what she stands for.

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The trio and the ministry workers apparated to a cell area in the ministry. They put all three of them in the cell and were about to close it when they heard a voice from a small elf.

"Minister, why is Miss Ophelia going in there?" Zinzsy looked worried. The minister sighed and got down on one knee.

"She is the daughter of Voldemort. We understand that she was on the side of Hogwarts during the battle, but we can't risk the chance of her wreaking havoc among us." Zinzsy looked sad for a moment.

"But, Miss Ophelia is so nice, she saved Zinzsy from the Malfoy family when Miss Ophelia was four. Zinzsy has been in debt to Miss Ophelia since. Miss Ophelia is my master, Miss Ophelia wouldn't hurt anyone, not unless it was to protect her or her friends. Like, how Miss Ophelia saved Zinzsy form Lucius Malfoy a few months ago." Zinzsy smiled at Ophelia at the memories and Ophelia shed happy, silent tears.

"You saved her from Mr. Malfoy twice?" Ophelia frowned.

"My family had heard of an elf auction, and we were looking for another elf to help me out. I was able to choose. We always took great care of our elves. They got clothes and beds, everything. So, when I saw Mr. Malfoy eyeing up Zinzsy, and talking down to her, I wanted to help her. I wanted her to be my elf. So, my father outbid Mr. Malfoy. He was angry at first, but he ended up getting a different elf, which was Dobby. Zinzsy and I talked about how I wouldn't be her master, but a friend. At first, she didn't understand, but now she does." Ophelia smiled and Zinzsy's ears perked up.

"Yes, what wonderful people the Zabini family is, as well as Draco Malfoy, and Narcissa Malfoy. Lovely people Minister," Zinzsy nodded and snapped her fingers. A small box appeared in her hand and she walked it to Ophelia. Ophelia was confused and took it slowly. But got excited when Zinzsy snapped her fingers again and saw some forks and a knife.

Ophelia opened the box quickly and hugged Zinzsy.

"Zinzsy made a new cheesecake for Miss Ophelia since Miss Ophelia had to go into hiding after your birthday last year. Since the death eaters were looking for you. Zinzsy hopes Miss Ophelia, Mister Blaise, and Mister Draco will like it." Zinzsy gave everyone a fork and snapped her fingers and the box was opened and the cheesecake was cut.

"Thank you, Zinzsy. You didn't have to do this." Ophelia smiled and Zinzsy did too.

"Anything for Miss Ophelia," Zinzsy then snapped her fingers and faded away. The minister was shocked and cleared his throat.

"If it would be alright with you, we'd like Zinzsy to testify for you in your defense. To prove that you are a good person, whether you're his child or not." Ophelia nodded slightly before she continued eating her slice of cheesecake. The minister and his men locked the cell and left them for a couple of hours before their trial came. In the meantime, the trio decided that they would all take naps before their trial.

Four hours later, Ophelia felt someone shaking her body lightly. She groaned and opened her eyes and saw Draco. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Come on, love. Our trial is about to start." Ophelia nodded and Draco helped her stand. She stretched for a moment before they locked hands and walked together, along with Blaise, with an Auror to the courtroom. Minutes after they had gotten there, the Auror stopped them.

"Will you please call your elf?" She nodded.

"Zinzsy!" Seconds later there was a pop. Zinzsy smiled at Ophelia and hugged her leg.

"Yes, Miss Ophelia?" Ophelia got on her knees and sighed.

"I need to know if you are okay in defending me. Helping them all prove that I am a good person and that I'm nothing like him." Ophelia made it strictly known that this was a serious situation. Without hesitation Zinzsy replied.

"Of course," Ophelia smiled and hugged Zinzsy. Zinzsy climbed onto Ophelia's back and Ophelia giggled slightly. Draco smiled and squeezed her hand.

"You'll be fine, love." Ophelia nodded but frowned.

"But, what about you?" Draco gave her a sad smile.

"We'll see." Ophelia frowned.

"You are just as good as a person as I am, love. We'll help them know what happened, and how you two were forced into this life." Blaise sighed.

"It will be hard for us. We are part of the main families involved, and you're his kid. O, just don't get your hopes up. Okay?" Ophelia frowned and hugged her brother, as this might be the last time she will ever be able to see him. She then turned to Draco and hugged him. The couple shared a soft kiss, hoping that this wouldn't be the last time they saw one another. They turned to the Auror and sighed.

"Are you three ready?" The trio looked at one another and frowned.

"Yes,"