Chapter 2: Chapter-2
Brief history of the Wizengamot,
The Wizengamot of early fifteenth century was a bit different from the Wizengamot of the late sixteenth century or to be precise until 1544 when it reformed itself into an independent wizarding council. The members of the Wizengamot's council included a group of witches and wizards and the judge being the king himself. The current king of the timeline, Henry IV (April 1367 - 20 March 1413) was King of England from 1399 to 1413.
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14/04/1405, the day of the trial
The day of the trial had begun, and yet he sat in a corner; silently pondering over something. His silence was slowly starting to tick the guards who usually were adjusted to the loud yelling of the other inmates. Even within his cell, his sat in a corner all day not a bit affected by the noise around him. To him it was all a test whose result was something that the others would kill for. Freedom. Freedom in one way or the other. But he knew, ever since his father's death; to expect the unexpected. Within seconds his entire life changed and he had a feeling in his gut that it might happen again.
And so it did. He was called for his trial and silently he went without any resistance to the soldiers. It was a rare thing for the king to notice Wizengamot's cases but it was another thing for the king to attend the council judgement himself. The fair and just king who was loved by his subjects had a dark side to him as well, his best friend killed during an assassination attempt on him, by a dark witch making him vengeful towards criminals and women in general. He regretted until this day of his fate that he could not find the woman who killed his only friend. But fate has plans for everyone intertwining lives unbiased.
The young boy of seven ( his birthday was the day before the trial 13/04/1405. Making him 7 years old now.) was brought to the prosecution area for his trial with chains around his neck and pulled in front of the king. The entire council was shocked, a kid of seven years kill someone with a killing curse was unheard of. A kid who barely knew magic couldn't kill someone could he?
His hair had grown unnaturally long till his shoulders, it had been only a week of his imprisonment in the dungeons. His hair had become pitch black and greasy. His face gaunt, armed with a disturbingly calm smile but, anyone who could see him from up close he had a menacingly calm smile that sent chills down their spines. His eyes which once was black had now turned into a sparkling blue colour. Meanwhile, back at the dungeons there was an old man who sat in the opposite cell of young Burk ( becauseause Burkhart is too long and a bit difficult to read or pronounce) was condemned to the cells for having cursed a family, but neither age nor time was kind on him. He had unfortunately perished in his cell, by the pungent smell of the dead body, it was least a day of his death in the filthy, small cell of his. The careless gaurds didn't even notice the old man's death until the rest of the cell mates began to complain about the pungent smell coming from the man. The cell gaurds had to begrudgingly take the dead man to dispose his body, and dispose they did; into a plague infected hotspot of the city for the rats to feed upon.
The body now unguarded slowly started morphing, the skin which barely hung on the old man's body slowly started to stretch thin and then tightening, like a rather tightly fitted cloth on a person's body, the rather long, white hair slowly reduced in length and slowly turning into a pitch black colour. His height, once a towering six and half feet slowly and painfully reduced it's height decreasing into a mere four feet.The body and face which once looked an old man now resembled of a seven year old young man who had painstakingly just transformed back into his true self. He was the one and only young Burk, trying his first on the body snatching technique( modern translation: metamorphosis), working successfully allowing him to escape into freedom. But behind the young boy stood a person who was said to be the enemy of entire of Europe. The people and the kings popularly knew him as the 'Knight of Death' as he would leave trails of bodies of people who; he seemingly called criminals and obstructions to Europe's progress.
Trial room, unknown pov:
The Burk who stood in front of the court stood still, coughing and not answering a word to anything asked to him neither accepting nor denying that he was the one who killed his father in broad daylight. The council members who had been questioning him for the past hour were fed up of such blatant rebellion against the Wizengamot council. Upon the orders of the king the gaurds who bought him checked the boy's mouth only to find out that his tongue was not there, or rather it was cut, and to further checking of his physical and mental state it was revealed that the boy was confounded by using the Confundus charm.
Fun fact:
The Wizengamot was wizarding Britain's high court of law and parliament. It predated the British Ministry of Magic itself, dating back to the days of the medieval Wizards' Council. Its administrative headquarters were located in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, whilst the trials took place in the dungeons of the lower levels.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Thushar_S_A
Thushar_S_A So what do you think is going to happen next, is young Burk really free or is in for something else, what is going to happen in the trial? And who is the person who was brought to the trial Burk had to be in? Please do comment down below what you think. Thank you.