The judge looked over the parchment in front of him, detailing the recent crimes committed by the defendant. In his mind, no one in his defense spoke as passionately as the ones wronged by this man. They detailed decades of behavior that had them hiding in fear where he wouldn't find them. He took a deep breath and raised his head. "Would the defendant rise?" Ron and his barrister stood. "Ronald Bilius Prewett, you have been convicted of the charges brought before us. Character witnesses have given their testimony. I agree with the sentiments of Mrs. Montague and Mrs. Flint, they will not feel safe so long as you allowed to continue as you have, but prison will not give you the help you need. I sentence you to twenty years of imprisonment, first in a mental facility to get the help you require, the rest in a lower facility than Azkaban. No sense in healing the crazy and then making it worse. At the end of this sentence, we will reconvene to review Mr. Prewwtt's progress."