A/N MrBenzedrine is absolutely the world's best Beta. She is amazing. If you like Dramione, go check her out.
Fenrir blinked into consciousness just as the floor beneath him jerked to a stop. His underused senses picked up the whispers of the Wizengamot audience that surrounded him.
"- Drinks the blood of his victims-"
"My cousin's husband is an Azkaban guard. She told me that he told her that there's barely even a change on the full moon! He's more wolf than human!"
"-turned Remus Lupin!"
He'd never admit, even to himself, that his cringe was from hearing the cub's name and not the bright glint off the metal cage bars that surrounded him.
A gavel pounded loudly directly in front him.
"Criminal hearing of the fourteenth of June for offenses committed by Fenrir Greyback. Resident has no known address. Interrogators: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic; Harry Potter, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Percival Weasley, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. Charges against the accused are as follows: that he did knowingly, and with full awareness of the illegality of his actions, conspire with the terrorist group known as the Death Eaters, murder, attempt murder, endanger the life of a child, not to mention numerous hate crimes, and acting in the manner of a terrorist. Due to his accused close association with the Death Eaters, we will be following the procedure that has been established for those bearing the Dark Mark. The defendant has been given Veritaserum before being brought in front of us. Due to his lycan deformity, he has been provided with six drops instead of the recommended three. It is to my understanding that you were unconscious while they were administered. Do you understand the information that I have given you, Mister Greyback?"
Knowing that it was likely something the Minister had to clarify didn't help lower his hackles any. He was a criminal, yes, a werewolf, yes, but he wasn't fucking stupid.
"Please state your name for the record," the Minister requested as he rearranged papers on his podium.
Fenrir tried to push out the syllables for his name, but it was as if he was choking on them. No half truths then. This was sure to be annoying.
The Minister looked up from his papers, surprised. Merlin. The man actually thought his parents named him after a werewolf, and he just happened to be bitten by a werewolf? This is going to be a long trial.
"For clarification, please state your legal name for the record."
A murmur broke out amongst the audience of the Wizengamot.
Shacklebolt hit his gavel unnecessarily hard to capture the attention of the room again before straightening in his chair and clearing his throat.
"We will look into the authenticity of your claim during our next recess. In the meantime, we will continue on with questioning. Your defense is that you only joined ranks with Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, because you were approached by an Order of the Phoenix member, and they requested that you pass information as a spy. Is this true?"
Shacklebolt waited calmly for the room to become silent once again as shocked whispers circled around.
"When did you start passing information to the Order concerning Tom Riddle's movements?"
"March of nineteen sixty-four."
"And who was this connect that you claim to have passed information to?"