I hate trials. I hate judges. I hate the Ministry. As soon as I walked in there I was bombarded with questions about Voldemort and the other Death Eaters even though the Aurors already asked me. I said I didn't know and that's true, as a Death Eater you don't ask questions and if you do...goodbye to you. I was starting to get angry at all the mountains of questions they kept piling on top of me. The judge finally got sick of me saying "I don't know" and sentenced me to a year in Azkaban. I know your thinking why not a lifetime and I cant answer that because I don't even know. Still it was a year and many people that go into Azkaban usually die in a week from depression(you can thank the Dementors for that). I then was quickly escorted to get my Azkaban photo taken and can you believe it, I grinned! I don't think in the history of Azkaban photos anyone grinned while getting their picture taken.

Next stop! Hell!