"The Slaughter of Hogwarts – a title for a battle that was nothing like the Battle of Hogwarts that occurred six years ago," spoke the prosecutor, walking back and forth down the main ground of the court all the while being watched by Draco’s mismatched gray eyes. "Some may say that this title is too dramatic, that it was a just combat where both sides lost. And they would be right – to an extent." He turned his full body back to Draco. "In the record time of four minutes and twenty-seven seconds Draco Malfoy under the disguise of the Death Eater’s mask managed to kill sixty-three people." A united gasp from the audience. Hermione tried to remember that night, but all she managed to recall was the physical pain and the deep emotional hurt from Snape and Mooody’s betrayal. "All of them – Order of the Phoenix. All of them noble people. I’m not counting the sheer amount of number the Death Eaters themselves lost – all from the hand of their beloved High Reeve. Injured – over a hundred. Which is a stunning number when you think about the people residing at Hogwarts at the time. Do you deny these charges, Mr. Malfoy?"