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The Trial	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 4116 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Accused
- 2-Decisions
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A/N: I’m not entirely sure where this one came from, except that I was looking for a different way to show the relationship between Snape and Hermione without resorting to the usual tactics. Obviously AU, as Snape lived, and I’m well aware Hermione’s birthday is after the school year starts — and she was living in a tent by then in the book, but hey, who needs canon when you’ve got a story to tell? Thank you as ever to the lovely Mamacita who took my bad punctuation and made it so much better. Enjoy. Dx

Hermione’s heart thudded as she read the headline in the newspaper Ron had just thrown casually on the table. She put down her toast and picked up the journal and scanned the story, dreading what she would find. She opened the paper and turned to the editorial.
The trial of suspected Death Eater Professor Severus Snape begins today at the Ministry of Magic in London. The Wizengamot will determine whether Snape is indeed a Death Eater, and if so, what punishment he should receive for his crimes.
Snape (41) was hailed as a hero by none other than the saviour of the wizarding world, Harry Potter (20), and his friends Ronald Weasley (21) and Hermione Granger (21) after the last battle and received the Order of Merlin First Class in a ceremony along with the other heroes from the war, but later testimony by captured Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy (46), Alistair Goyle (45), and Richard Crabbe (46) amongst them, cast doubt upon his heroics.
Whilst it is known that Snape served as a double agent, working for both Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore (late Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry), the Death Eaters are convinced he was not the traitor to the Dark Lord that Potter and his friends thought. During their trials a litany of crimes were placed at the door of the so-called ex-Death Eater, placing him firmly at the scenes of some of the most heinous attacks during the second war.
It is unclear who will defend Snape as his mentor and previous vouchsafer, Albus Dumbledore, was killed in cold blood by his ungrateful protégé during the Dark Lord’s rise to power in 1996, and since the revelation of Snape’s substantial role in so many Death Eater attacks, Mr Potter and his friends are now, not surprisingly, keeping their distance.
It will be interesting to see what defence, if any, Professor Snape puts up. After all, he did somehow manage to get away with hoodwinking one of the greatest wizards of all time into believing his lies, and then with murder previously. Perhaps he can pull another rabbit out of the hat and convince the world yet again that he is not the bad guy everyone thinks he is.
Hermione snorted angrily. ‘Well, really. Poor Snape!’
Ron laughed. ‘I can’t believe you feel sorry for the greasy git, Hermione. I told you he was too good to be true. He always was a Death Eater. He’s just good at playing people.’
Hermione shook her head as she turned to the next page. Her heart went cold as she began to read the list of charges that were being brought against her former Potions Master. There was quite a list. But it didn’t make sense to Hermione. She knew he hadn’t done the things he was being accused of, but she was having trouble convincing Ron and Harry. Although Harry had grudgingly acknowledged Snape as a hero after everything he had done to help them during the days leading up to the final battle, including almost dying in the process, he had never forgiven the teacher for his rough treatment of them at school. They disliked each other and always would.
But then the Death Eaters had started talking. First Lucius Malfoy, then his cronies, and soon they were all saying the same thing: that Snape was a true Death Eater and had happily taken part in their attacks. It didn’t take much to sway Hermione’s friends, even with everything they knew of Malfoy and his cohorts and their lies, and she suddenly found herself alone on Snape’s side.
She folded the newspaper and returned it to the table. Somehow she needed to see Snape. She needed to tell him that she believed him, that he wasn’t alone. She stood up and emptied the now cold toast off her plate into the bin and put the plate in the sink.
‘I’m going to Diagon Alley shortly,’ she told Ron. ‘Do you want anything?’
‘I’ll come with you if you like. I haven’t got anything better to do. The Ministry’s a bit quiet at the moment, with Snape’s trial starting.’
‘Sorry, Ron, I’m going clothes shopping. I haven’t been for ages, and I know how much you hate coming with me when I’m browsing. Although of course, you’re welcome. An extra pair of hands for carrying bags is always useful.’ She gave him a cheeky wink.
Ron grimaced, ‘Erm . . . actually, Hermione . . . I’ve just remembered that I promised to go and see Harry. He needs a break from Ginny; she’s driving him berserk with wedding plans. The poor man’s going mad with colour schemes and guest lists and invitations.’
Hermione nodded understandingly, ‘She is getting a bit over-the-top; even I’m fed up with hearing her talk about it and I love weddings.’ She saw Ron flinch slightly, the way he always did when she mentioned marriage. She fought the urge to laugh out loud. ‘So, anything you want while I’m out?’
‘No. And I don’t need any new clothes, either. Nor underpants, I’ve got dozens of pairs I haven’t even worn yet.’
Hermione did laugh this time. ‘You don’t have to wear the same six pairs till they fall apart, Ronald. You can change them around sometimes and get rid of old ones when they get a bit baggy or worn.’
Ron shook his head. ‘I just don’t understand you women. You’ve got more than enough clothes, so why get more? And as for underwear, you’ve got a drawer full of the stuff, Hermione. Just how many pairs of knickers and bras do you need?’
‘Don’t you like them, then?’ Hermione asked slyly.
Ron reddened. ‘Oh . . . well . . . of course, I like seeing you in them. I mean, they’re lovely to look at, but I just don’t understand why you need so many.’
‘Because you’d soon get bored if I wore the same old thing every time,’ she replied seductively.
‘Yeah, but you must have a year’s worth already. Surely you don’t need more, do you?’
‘Women like to have sexy underwear, Ron. It’s nice when you feel good in something new. And it makes me feel pretty.’
Ron shrugged, ‘As I said, I don’t understand it.’ He pulled Hermione to him and gave her a kiss, caressing her face with his hand. ‘You always look beautiful to me, Hermione. But you’re right about enjoying seeing you in sexy underwear, so if it makes you happy, you buy as much as you like.’ He grinned at her.
Hermione hugged him with a returning smile. ’Perhaps some new stockings,’ she said suggestively.
Ron pulled her into a kiss once more.

*

Hermione walked purposefully down the corridor, looking as if she knew where she was going. She didn’t have a clue but she had learnt that as long as you looked like you knew what you were doing, most people assumed you did and left you alone. She stopped to look at a sign on a door. It sounded like the place she needed. She knocked once, then opened the door and entered the room. At one end was a large reception desk, behind which a witch in green robes sat. She smiled at Hermione as she walked in.
‘I’m here to see Professor Severus Snape,’ Hermione told the woman clearly and with no trace of embarrassment.
The woman looked at her interestedly for a moment, then looked down at a piece of parchment in front of her on the desk. ‘Snape’s due in court in just over an hour. I shouldn’t let you go down, really.’
‘Please,’ Hermione said desperately, ‘it’s really important. I need to see him before he goes into court.’
The woman looked appraisingly at Hermione for a moment, then nodded, ‘But thirty minutes only, and you’ll have to leave your wand here,’ she warned. ‘They’ll be coming to get him after that, and then he’s not allowed to see or speak to anyone.’
Hermione nodded to show she understood. The woman pointed at a door to the left of the desk. ‘Through there and turn left. When you get to the end of the corridor, turn right. It’s the third door down on the left. Give them this.’ She handed her a slip of parchment.
Thanking the woman, Hermione went through the door, following her instructions. Soon she was at the room where Snape was being held. She knocked loudly on the door. Time was ticking away and it was vital that she see Snape for as long as possible. The door opened and a wizard dressed in the standard grey guard’s robe peered out at her.
‘I’m here to see Professor Snape,’ she repeated, and she handed the man the parchment she had been given. The man nodded and allowed her entrance, closing the door soundly behind her.
As Hermione walked further in she looked at the sallow, dark-haired man sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. It and another chair, just as uncomfortable-looking, were the only furniture in the whole place. He looked like hell. His hair, so often lank and greasy from his potion-making, was now stringy with dirt, and his robes, usually so pristine and spotless, were badly rumpled and stained. He was desperately in need of a shave . . . and a bath, too, from the smell of him. She looked around at the guard, who was standing with his back to the door, his arms folded. He looked bored.
‘Well, if it isn’t Miss Granger,’ Snape said sarcastically. ‘I don’t recall requesting to be bored stiff by a know-it-all in my final moments of freedom.’ His words were designed to sting and they did.
Hermione looked upset for a moment but then recovered herself.
‘Nice to see you, too, Severus.’ She smiled at the man’s scowl at her use of his first name. ‘You look a mess.’
‘I apologise that I don’t meet your exacting standards, Miss Granger; however, the facilities in this place are not exactly up to scratch.’ Snape’s voice was cold.
Hermione turned to the guard. ‘Why hasn’t Professor Snape been allowed a shower, a shave, and some clean clothes? Surely he’s entitled to them, especially as he’s going to appear before the Wizengamot shortly.’
The man shrugged. ‘Not been told anythin’ about cleaning ‘im up. Just that ‘e’s gotta stay here. Won’t matter anyway, ‘e won’t be in court long. Not with the list of charges against ‘im.’
Hermione’s eyes blazed with anger. ‘It doesn’t matter how long he’ll be there. He should at least be allowed to appear clean and tidy. Now, I suggest you find me someone to talk to who can arrange for him to be bathed.’ Her voice was commanding and imperious.
‘Can’t leave ‘im alone, see, ‘e’s too dangerous,’ the man said apologetically.
Hermione sighed. ‘You won’t be leaving him alone. He’ll be with me, and I’m not scared of Professor Snape. You can lock us in. I don’t even have my wand. Please. How would you feel if you were in his position?’
The man looked at her for a moment, then glanced at Snape. He hadn’t moved and his eyes were closed, but a strange look had appeared on his face. The man looked at him in distaste for a second, then gave a small nod.
‘But I’m lockin’ and wardin’ the door,’ he said.
‘Fine,’ countered Hermione, ‘just hurry. He’s running out of time.’ A moment later she heard the wards going up on the door and footsteps heading off down the hall.
‘Always so worried about appearances, Miss Granger,’ Snape drawled. He sounded amused. He still had his eyes closed.
‘You look like a Death Eater at the moment. At least you look like a scared wizard’s idea of what one looks like. If you go into court looking like that they’ll think you guilty even before anything happens,’ Hermione replied angrily.
‘They already think me guilty, Miss Granger. Had you not realised that this is a mere formality?’
‘I bet Lucius Malfoy didn’t look like a tramp when he went to court,’ Hermione retorted.
Snape’s eyes snapped open and he glared at Hermione. ‘I do not wish to be compared to that—that bastard, ever! Do you understand me?’ His voice was like ice.
Hermione moved closer and sat down in the empty chair. ‘I’m sorry, Severus, but you know what I mean. If you’re clean and tidy you’ll make a better impression.’
Snape sighed loudly. ‘Weren’t you listening, Hermione? It won’t make any difference. The court has already decided.’
Hermione looked horrified. ‘But they can’t have. They haven’t heard any statements yet. They can’t possibly go on the word of just Malfoy and his cronies.’
Snape gave a nasty laugh and then continued, sounding bitter, ‘Why not? They did their civic duty and named all the Death Eaters so Britain could be cleansed of the Dark Lord’s taint once and for all. They certainly listed enough crimes for me to be hanged. Why should the court need to deliberate? I’m guilty!’
Hermione grabbed his hand between her own and stroked the long fingers slowly.
‘But you’re not. You didn’t do those things.’
‘No, not those things, but I did other things, things just as bad,’ Snape said slowly, his voice dull.
‘But you were a spy, Severus. You had to do them. You had to keep your cover intact. Look at how much you helped the Order of the Phoenix with what you did during the second war.’
‘Did I?’ His voice was even duller now. ‘I don’t notice anyone rushing to my defence, do you?’
‘Why the hell do you think I’m here, you idiot?’ Hermione said, squeezing Snape’s hand. ‘Let me testify. I can tell them you weren’t there when those things took place.’ Snape laughed but he didn’t pull his hand away from hers. ‘You’re going to stand up and vouch for me, are you, Hermione?’ he asked.
Hermione nodded. ‘Yes. You know I will, Severus.’
Snape shook his head. ‘It wouldn’t do any good. They’ll either decide I’ve placed you under the Imperius Curse or they just plain won’t believe you.’
‘Of course they’ll believe me. I’ll tell them what really happened at those times.’
Snape looked surprised. ‘You would do that, Hermione? What about your relationship with Weasley — don’t you think that would suffer if you were to defend me like that?’
‘I shall discuss it with Ronald when I get back. If he doesn’t like it, then he’ll just have to lump it. I will help you, Severus. But you have to say something. I can’t demand to be heard.’
Snape thought for a moment, then shook his head again, ‘I can’t let you do it. It’s too much of a risk. If I’m still found guilty, you’ll have ruined your life and reputation because of a Death Eater.’
‘Please, Severus,’ Hermione begged. ‘Please don’t give up.’
Snape gave a small snort of laughter. ‘I never give up, Hermione, but I do know when a situation is hopeless and I refuse to drag you down with me.’
‘It’s not hopeless, not yet,’ Hermione said. ‘Please, Severus, I can help you. You know I can.’
He squeezed her hand for a second and then let go, looking at her sadly. ‘Poor Hermione—always trying to do the right thing, but this isn’t the right thing, you know. Let me go.’
‘No, I won’t. And if you don’t call for my testimony I will break down the door and beg to be heard. How much more embarrassing for everyone would that be?’ Hermione was distraught now.
Snape leant forward and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him as she cried. ‘Shhhh, Hermione. I’m not worth crying over.’
‘You know you are, Severus,’ Hermione replied, pulling back angrily and looking the man deep in his eyes. She planted a soft kiss on his lips just as the guard opened the door, returning to the room with another man.
‘Hermione?’
Snape dropped his hold on Hermione as the men entered and moved back so they were sitting apart in their chairs. She was still visibly upset but no longer crying, wiping away the tears with a now-wet tissue. She turned to see Ernie McMillan standing with the guard, looking worried.
‘Ernie. How nice to see you, although shame about the circumstances.’ She rose and shook his hand. ‘Ernie, I need you to arrange a shower and some clean clothes for Sev — Professor Snape. Look at the state of him. He can’t go into court looking like that. I’m sure you remember how fastidious he was in his dress when we were at school.’
Ernie nodded as he looked at Snape. He did look like a tramp. ‘But he’s due in court in forty-five minutes.’
‘That’s plenty of time. Find him a bathroom and a razor and I’ll get the clothes. Please, Ernie; we can be ready in thirty minutes.’ She looked hopefully at her old school friend.
‘Okay,’ he sighed, ‘but you need to make sure he’s ready when they come to collect him.’
‘I promise,’ Hermione said smiling. ‘But I’ll need a pass to get back in.’
The guard handed Ernie the parchment she had given him earlier. He spelled it with his wand and handed it back to her.
‘We’ll be two doors down,’ he said kindly. ‘Don’t be long.’
‘I won’t,’ Hermione said. ‘Thank you, Ernie.’ She gave the startled man a brief hug, then turned to Snape. ‘Where do I get the clothes from?’
Snape gave a deep sigh, then beckoned to her. She leant forward and he whispered in her ear. Nodding, she rose and turned. ‘I’ll be back within fifteen minutes. Get him to the bathroom, please.’
She walked out of the door and rushed back down the corridor to the reception desk, where she collected her wand. A few minutes later she had left the Ministry, and checking that she couldn’t be spotted by Muggles, she Disapparated.

*

When Hermione returned to the Ministry Snape had showered and shaved and was looking much better, although he somewhat resembled a drowned rat. She almost giggled at the sight of him wrapped in snow-white towels, and a wicked thought drifted through her mind. She pushed it away. No time for that now; they had a deadline. She held out the clean clothes: underpants, socks and a crisp white linen shirt, black trousers, a black frock coat with lots of small obsidian buttons, and finally a voluminous black robe. Her old teacher took them and disappeared off to change.
A few minutes later he emerged at the guard’s side. His hair was still wet, but other than that he looked every inch the snarky Potions Master she knew and loved.
‘Thank you, Miss Granger.’ Snape’s voice was dark and smooth. ‘I feel much better for that.’
‘You look . . . and smell much better.’ She smiled in approval.
They were back in the original room now, and Snape paced as the guard kept watch on the door.
‘Will you reconsider now?’ Hermione asked.
Snape shook his head, still scowling. ‘No. It’s not fair to you. I told you: if I lose, your life will be a misery.’
Hermione stepped in front of him to stop the pacing. ‘No! The only thing that’s not fair, Severus, is you not allowing me to help you when I can. How do you think my life will be, knowing I could have said something to save you and didn’t?’ She grabbed his hands again. ‘Please, Severus. Let me help you.’
Snape sighed and scowled harder but didn’t say anything.
‘If she can ‘elp you, I fink you should let ‘er,’ the guard said unexpectedly. ‘After all, you ain’t got nothin’ to lose, and knowin’ what she can achieve when she sets ‘er mind to it . . . .’
Hermione and Snape both turned to look at the guard, one with annoyance, one with gratitude.
‘So?’ she asked hopefully. Snape sighed. ‘Severus!’ Hermione stamped her foot. They could hear footsteps approaching out in the corridor. ‘Please!’
Snape gave the briefest of nods. Sounding reluctant, he said, ‘All right, I’ll offer you up as a witness. I just hope this doesn’t ruin things for you.’
‘It won’t,’ she promised, and she squeezed his hand with a smile.
The door opened and another guard dressed in grey and an Auror Hermione recognised from Ron’s office came in.
‘Severus Snape, I am here to lead you to your trial before the Wizengamot to establish whether you are a Death Eater, on this the 14th day of June, 2000.’
Snape raised Hermione’s hand to his lips. She looked at him intently.
‘I promise,’ he said, giving her a small, rare smile. He dropped her hand and was led away by the guards, followed by the Auror.
Hermione left the room and went to retrieve her wand.

*

‘I need to talk to you, Ronald,’ Hermione said nervously. She wiped her clammy hands on her jeans.
‘Now, or can it wait until later? Harry and I were going to go to the Ministry to watch old Snape’s trial. Do you want to come? I don’t think it’ll take too long; as far as I know he doesn’t have anyone to help his defence.’
Hermione swallowed hard. ‘No, it needs to be now. It’s about Snape’s trial.’
Ron gazed at her, and realising from her look that it was serious, he took her hand and led her to the sofa. ‘What’s the matter, Hermione? I know you always thought Snape was all right, but I’m sorry he really did turn out to be a Death Eater.’
She shook her head sadly. ‘No, he isn’t. He was before he worked for Dumbledore during Voldemort’s first rise to power, but he really was loyal to us during the whole of the second war, Ron. I bet if we actually checked out the dates of all those attacks he’s been accused of we would find he was doing other things and couldn’t possibly have been involved in any of them.’
Ron sighed. ‘I don’t know why you want to defend him, although I suppose it’s nice that you do. But it’s too late, anyway. We couldn’t do anything to help, and if he does have an alibi I’m sure he’ll bring it up in court.’
‘He’d better,’ Hermione said, her voice flashing sudden anger. She turned to look at Ron again, holding tighter to his hand. ‘I’ve got something to tell you, Ronald. Something you’re not going to like . . . .’

*

‘. . . So you’re saying you didn’t carry out any of these attacks, Professor Snape?’
‘That is correct. I wasn’t even in the vicinity. Mr Malfoy and his friends are unhappy that I betrayed them and have concocted a story designed purely to give them revenge on me. My loyalties have been with the Order of the Phoenix since before the Potters’ deaths in 1981.’
‘You claim to have been elsewhere at the time of the attacks, Professor Snape. Perhaps you could enlighten us as to what you were doing. I assume you were in the company of other people? Do you have alibis for the occasions in question?’
‘Yes, I do. On at least six of the occasions I was actually at Order Headquarters at Grimmauld Place, involved in Order meetings. I am sure if the remaining living attendees were reminded of the dates they would be able to provide me with the required alibis. Of course, unfortunately, many of my friends are no longer alive to actually testify for me.’ His voice sounded maudlin.
‘However, that is just a handful of occasions, none of which was the date any of the big attacks. Where were you, for instance, on the night Emmeline Vance was killed?’
Snape looked at the inquisitor for a moment as if weighing something up. Finally, he said calmly and clearly, ‘I was in bed with one of my students.’
The court erupted. Shouts and cries came from all sections of the assembled wizards in outrage at Snape’s statement. It seemed that this could be even worse than him being a Death Eater.
‘I beg your pardon?’ The inquisitor seemed shocked. ‘Did I hear you correctly? For your defence, you’re offering up that you molested a student? And you really believe this will convince us that you’re not a Death Eater?’ He looked smug.
Snape scowled. ‘The student in question was eighteen at the time of Miss Vance’s killing, more than old enough to make her own choices. The only law I broke was the school rule forbidding congress between teachers and pupils. However, it was a time of war, and many rules are broken in war.’
‘And this . . . student . . . is she willing to testify that she was indeed in your company on this and other nights?’ The man looked as if he didn’t believe that was possible. ‘Or did she, too . . . unfortunately . . . die in the war?’
There was a gasp of shock at this comment from many sections of the room. Even against a Death Eater, that was hitting below the belt.
‘Fortunately, she did not die and she is perfectly willing to testify,’ Snape replied coldly, ‘although I did ask her not to.’
‘Why would you do that?’ the inquisitor asked. ‘When her testimony could be the key to your freedom?’
‘Why do you think?’ Snape shot back acidly.
The inquisitor laughed nastily. ‘Well, it can’t be because of honour, Professor. If you were an honourable man you wouldn’t have seduced her in the first place.’ He smiled as Snape’s scowl grew deeper. ‘And surely not to hide the affair from the School’s Board of Governors, not when it could be a matter of life or death versus something as meaningless as your job.’ Snape scowled again.
‘So tell me, Professor Snape, why exactly did you turn down her offer to testify? Perhaps the story isn’t quite so clear-cut as you would have us believe. Perhaps there is no girl; she is merely a useful figment of your imagination. Or maybe there was a girl . . . did you rape her, Professor? Maybe that’s why you don’t want her testifying. Are you worried about what she would say about you?’
‘That is ridiculous!’ Snape roared angrily, ‘I don’t want her testifying because I don’t want her involved in any of this!’ He gestured around the room, where wizards were still talking excitedly. ‘I didn’t want her exposed to this . . . this sham!’
‘So you believe this court is a sham, do you?’ the inquisitor asked.
Snape laughed bitterly. ‘Of course it is. Haven’t you all decided already that I’m guilty? If any of you had actually checked the dates and times of the attacks properly, you would already have discovered that I couldn’t have been involved in any of them. But you’re all too busy trying to eradicate Death Eaters to worry about whether what you are doing is correct. Why should I expose someone I care about to this court when you’ve already made your decision?’
‘Someone you care about? Are you still seeing this girl?’ the inquisitor asked.
‘That is neither relevant to the case nor any of your business,’ Snape replied stonily.
‘Oh, but of course it’s relevant, Professor. If you’re still seeing her, surely you could have persuaded her to give you an alibi? Or maybe used more than persuasion.’
‘I have done nothing and I am not a Death Eater. I turned down the offer of an alibi as I didn’t want her getting hurt. Yet somehow, still no one will listen to me.’ Snape’s voice was now calm and resigned.
‘You didn’t want her testimony and yet you brought her up in court.’
Snape sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. ‘Yes, because you asked me what I was doing on the night in question and I was answering honestly. That doesn’t mean I want her to be subjected to questioning.’
‘And yet you say she offered?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, I think we need to hear your schoolgirl’s testimony, Professor Snape. Why don’t you tell us who this lover of yours is and we’ll arrange for her to be questioned . . . under Veritaserum, obviously.’ The inquisitor smiled nastily.
‘Obviously,’ Snape replied sarcastically. ‘I’m sure she wouldn’t have it any other way. I already know she’s happy to tell the truth with or without the potion.’ He returned the smile coldly.
The inquisitor stepped forward once more, the cold, avid smile lighting up his face. ‘So, Professor Snape, I ask you once more: what were you doing on the night of Emmeline Vance’s death?’
The court was suddenly hushed, deathly silent as the assembled wizards waited with bated breath for Snape’s answer, all eager to know who the girl was who Snape had seduced.
Snape looked around the room at the many faces, some shocked, some horrified, some excited. Finally, his gaze fell on one in particular and he smiled his rare and secret smile.
‘On the night Emmeline Vance died, I was in bed making love to Hermione Granger.’
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The Trial