"Miss Riddle suffers from Insomnia, Depression, Anorexia, PTSD, Schizophrenia, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Anxiety, Paranoia, Sociopathy and Psychopathy. Does that sound like a stable-minded person to you?" Fudge chuckled at the end of his sentence, Alani sighed as she looked down. "I can conclude that you killed Dolores Umbridge because you had a psychopathic outburst. Now, moving onto the fact you are working with your Father." Fudge flipped through a book. "Umbridge has written numerous reports about you telling her that you aren't working with your Father, but she says that you are lying, she says that you have been manipulating the people around you, making them believe that you are on their side... Is this true?" Fudge asked. "No! You just saw me cut his arm off!" Alani exclaimed. "That could have been a great deception plan between you and your Father, he thinks of you as his Heir. If you aren't guilty, then I guess you won't mind me asking Gerald over there to show us your childhood and teenhood memories?" Fudge pointed behind Alani, she looked behind her, a man wearing an all black cloak stood there, he was bald and had a bear scratch across his face. "Just send me to Azkaban... I'd rather go there than have you look into my memories." Alani said. "Now I really want to look into your memories, do it, Gerald." Fudge ordered, Alani was going to retaliate, but as soon as Geralds wand touched the right side of her forehead she froze, her eyes turned white and a cloud of greyish blue mist appeared in the air between her and Fudge.