CHAPTER ONE: SIRIUS' FILE.

There was something really wrong going on around here. There was something wrong with the new teacher against de dark arts and somehow it has something to do with Harry Potter. Add to this a murderer on the louse and the new term a Hogwarts was becoming downright weird.

My name is Ana O'Connen, I am from and old Clan in Ireland, the Wizarding world doesn't have a really good opinion of us, because we still believe in the old way and ritual of magic than most of the old pureblood family doesn't remember. But when your ancestor descent directly from Viviane la fee you tend to have certain particularity than most family does not have, like ancient ceremony in relation with the ancients gods of this world, way before the Christianizes came with their new religion, their new god and their mind and view close to any other things. Their fear to the unknown and this old magic they didn't know of, far more powerful than theirs because our magic is in a profound relation with nature herself. We tend to be discrete for fear of discrimination, the most part of the Wizarding world believe our Clan to be dead, they thinks the line has ended after the last hunt of the member of our family. They're wrong. We're still here, and we have a mission Merlin and the Founders after him confided to us. We are de the Guardians, we are here to take care of this world, to keep the evil away. And since the start of the century things have gone bad.

The number of dark lord has tended to increase and the Wizarding world has started to regress because of them.

I am currently too young to take of the responsibility of an adult of the Clan. I'll become an official member when I'll be of age, in a year or so. The tradition is for the women of the clan to take the lead and to perform the rituals that makes us stronger and in symbioses with the nature around us. The problem is that I am the first girl born since my great great grandmother. My own mother has married my father, so she doesn't have the power and knowledge necessary for those rituals. So for three generations the males of the family have reigned. And let's see things as they really are, they can't see farther than their own nose, they are thirsty of power because the women of the family had lead the clan for generation. Now that they can do whatever they want, they had put us in a deep deep really deep shit. The children of our family are trained all their life, they learn the family magic, their responsibility and all the means to accomplish our missions. All of it. Political, magical, financial, everything they can get their hands on. But I have never got to learn my own heritage. Since I am the first girl born, I should have been learned the old ways long ago, I know a part of it that is common knowledge in the clan, but I can't learn what my great great grandmother had known. And I can say that my father and grandfather are not really looking for me to learn it. They can't understand it; I think they're afraid of what I could do with it.

So they did the first thing to get rid of me, they send me to Hogwarts to receive one of the most mediocre formation in magic.

I am now attending Hogwarts like most witches and wizards, I'm a sixth year Ravenclaw, and nobody knows my real name, well my real last name in fact. My parent sent me there for the pretext to start introducing me to the magical society. I think they didn't think me intelligent enough to become aware by myself of the state of Wizarding community in Britain, meanwhile a walking disaster waiting to blow up nicely.

The glorious times of Hogwarts are far behind. It's the same as the Wizarding community, it's a walking disaster. I don't think you can imagine how happy the sorting hat was when I put it on my head. I think that was the happiest moment he had in the last two centuries.

Hogwarts is fun most of the time, but the last two years has lead me to believe that there was something wrong within the Castle, well there's something wrong with the headmaster for sure. That old man is planning something, something big. And somehow it has to do with Harry Potter; the control he has over that boy is disturbing, it is not normal. He is using him for some mysterious goal, but if he keeps going like that he is going to kill the boy before he finished Hogwarts.

Harry Potter.

The poor lad, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes. That little guy has face Voldemort more than Dumbledore himself, is still alive to tell the tell, and he is still a thirteen years old boy who doesn't even know his heritage and who he is. He doesn't even know that our new professor should have been his guardian all long, well not exactly, Sirius Black should have been.

Well you think I am crazy right, yes, I am really talking about Sirius Black, the convict all Britain, muggle and wizard, are looking for.

It's Luna's fault. All of this mess started because of her, well it is more like thanks to her, dear lord I don't know what I would have done without her.

This girl is an enigma to most of the Hogwarts's population; I think that Dumbledore himself thinks she is barmy. That girl is a genius, really, you wouldn't believe it. I think she has figured out who was Albus Dumbledore long before I do. But who would believe Loony Luna Lovegood. She gives me a hint at the end of the last year, I think she's some kind of a seer, but I'm not really sure, and I've never ask her, everyone has secrets. And the person in that damn castle who has more secret than anybody I know is certainly our dear headmaster.

I was in the common room after the feast, I was sitting at a table, reading some muggle fiction book, she was sitting next to me, and I am a polite person and she was a little first year so I asked how her year at Hogwarts had been. She didn't answer my question she just looks at me straight in the eyes, her dreamy expression was nowhere to be seen, and she tells me that:

I know who you are, you're a guardian.

I was stunned. I have made five years at Hogwarts without a problem and a little first year that everyone thinks is barmy has blown up my cover. She didn't wait for me to answer.

I think I should tell you this; you should watch out for Sirius Black, you could find something interesting.

And then she has left me right there, I didn't know what to think, but what the girl said, intrigued me. No one knows who I am. I don't know how she discovered it, but if the girl gives me a hint, I am going to take it. I have nothing to lose in looking for some information on someone.

So when I got home I start to investigate on the case of one of the most famous dark wizard of the Wizarding world.

I have start by going to the archive of the ministry of magic to find anything I could on the case of Sirius Black. His ancient record as an auror as a partner to James Potter were exemplary, he helped to arrest a large amount of Death Eater back in the war. And when you looked at his record you could start wondering. He would have hundreds and thousands of occasions to kill James Potter, and his family, countless occasions. Why someone who has pass many years chasing dark wizard and saving his friend numerous time at the risk of his own life would give away the Potters. So I start looking for the file of his arrest and his trial. Well there was an arrest and a poor investigation, a really poor one, but there never was a trial, in fact there never was any charge press against Sirius Black. The man has been sent to Azkaban to a life of hell without a trial and an investigation who led to believe that Aurors were a bunch of lazy bump.

At that point, Sirius Black was still in Azkaban, I made a copy of the files I find that day and live the ministry. The day after, Black has escaped.

That's when I start to think that maybe there was more to Luna Lovegood than she wanted you to know. She gives me a hint and now the guy has escaped Azkaban.

How he escaped Azkaban, that's a mystery. It's supposed to be impossible. But with magic you can never know.

And things go on weird from that point.

All the files about Sirius black and his lack of trial were classified and celled the day he escaped. But I am a clever witch and no one noticed that I have made a copy.

To say that the clues of the investigation were lightening, was a pleonasm. A muggle investigator, what did I say a muggle child could have seen what was wrong at the first reading of the file. Even without magic you could see there was something really wrong.

First; none of the witnesses made a deposition, well there was a good bunch of witnesses no one interrogated them. There were five aurors and two unspeakable on the scene that day. And the first thing they did when they arrived on the crime scene was to obliviate everyone around. They were either really stupid or someone had given them orders.

Second; the priory incantatem charm was never done on the wand of Sirius Black. His wand was taken that day by someone, I don't know who, and the file didn't mention what became of the wand either. There was also a problem about the curse cast that day. The magic diagram of the scene was disturbing. It shows where the curse had been cast, his direction and his crash point, a gas station. When you look closer, you could see that it couldn't have been cast by Black, the attack angle reported on the file didn't correspond to his position. To cast the curse he would have been forced to make it past through Pettigrew. Highly improbable, that type of curse can't pass through a person and it doesn't kill anyone. So, if Sirius Black didn't cast it, it would have been Pettigrew. They never test Pettigrew's wand, strangely, it disappeared.

And third, they never find a corpse; all Peter Pettigrew left behind him was a finger. A fucking finger. They had twelve complete corpses on their hands, burned on third degree, with several part detached from the main part of the body you can't denied it, but they were corpses, twelve of them. They should have find something else of Pettigrew, for fuck sake he was a wizard he was able to protect himself, but no, all they could find was a fucking finger not even burned and they say the guy exploded and that he is dead. In a muggle investigation when you find a finger, you look for the rest of the body. Or if there isn't a body and the bigger part you can find of someone is a finger, then you have blood and visceral parts everywhere around, but no, all they find is a fucking finger and they didn't investigate. Unbelievable.

The investigation was directed by no one else than Alastor Moody, the top auror at the end of the war who has catch more death eater than any others. The guy has tracked down all around Britain and Europe the last servant of the Voldemort and he didn't find anything weird with all of that. That's the point when you start asking yourself important questions. And that's the point where you realized that no one thinks to check that Black was wearing the dark mark, but well he didn't get a trial anyway, he was just sent directly to Azkaban, well who sent him here anyway.

And that's the point when you start thinking that maybe the grand and wonderful Albus Brian Perceval Wulfric Dumbledore, Chief warlock of the Wizengamot and president mugwup is not who every one think he is. Because you're looking at the file and you see that it's the men who sent Black to hell without a trial, even if his duty as a chief warlock is to guarantee a trial to every death eaters captured. For fucking sake even Bellatrix Lestrange got a trial back then. But not Sirius Black, he was the only one who was sent to prison without a single question asked. Because after all it was a common knowledge that he was the secret keeper of the Potters, but who said that anyway?

Dumbledore said that. And because Dumbledore, leader of the light said it, it's true isn't it?

I waited several day after that, thinking about Sirius Black and Dumbledore. Things didn't add up. There was something more about all of that. There was a piece in the puzzle that was missing. Why send Sirius Black to Azkaban without a single question, what the man would have had to say for his defense. Was he really the secret keeper of the potter back then? And if they didn't find the rest of Pettigrew, what happened to him? What happened on Halloween 1981 that led Sirius Black straight to Azkaban?

There was something wrong, someone locked the file of the man, and someone didn't want anyone to read it because there were too many holes in it that lead to questions no one wanted to answer.

Luna put me in this mess, somehow she knew what was going to happen. Sirius Black had escaped. And I was there asking myself if it was a good thing or not.

Sirius Black was from an old family, the Black was one of those families who remembered the old ways, but the recent event in the century had led them to forget about it, a little bit like my family. They have a really bad reputation since some of them had joined Voldemort. But if I have a good memory I can recall that only Regulus Black and his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange have joined the death eater. I don't recall Orion Black joining them, and he was the head of the family. He died during the last war like his son Regulus Black who died in some strange circumstances, I don't remember if they find his body, but in all cases he had disappeared. Sirius was known to be the black sheep of the family, well more like a white one, for his friendship with the Potter and his alliance with the light and Albus Dumbledore. He was James Potter's best friend and he was also friend with Pettigrew and another one I don't remember. Anyway Sirius was the last male alive in the Black Family and he was a convict. An important and ancient line like this one couldn't end like this, there was too much knowledge and fortune, and someone was bound to want to put their hand on it.

Someone like Malfoy. He married Narcissa Black and had a son who could inherit the house of Black. Maybe it was in his best interest that Sirius stays in jail.

I had absolutely no idea how the guy did escaped. He didn't receive any help from outside the prison, and any help from inside either, he just disappeared like a phantom from his cellule, and how in the world he did that, no one knows.

A piece of puzzle was missing.

It came a few weeks before the end of the term. I was at the leaky cauldron; I was going to buy my new book for the year to come, when I heard interesting rumors. Harry potter had run away from home, the day before and the ministry of magic in person had waited for him at the entrance of diagon alley, white from fear of Sirius black kidnapping their precious boy who lived. So everyone thought Black was after Potter to end him. Good for them. The real question I was asking myself is why Harry potter would run away from home in the middle of the night? When a teenage boy runs away from home, it means there are big troubles at home. But no one thinks about it all they care about is Black.

There something wrong with that boy too.

All Luna's fault, now everything is wrong and weird and things don't add up anymore.

My trail of thought led me to Harry Potter. The boy who lived. That boy who disappeared from the Wizarding world for eleven years; with word from the headmaster of Hogwarts; that he was growing up with his last remaining relative, in a loving family. Safe.

Well the little guy run away from home, it leads to questions about his so loving family, you don't run away from home for nothing. You run away either because there has been a big fight, or you run away because you are scared shitless of something or someone. Maybe the two. I don't know anymore.

Where and with who the boy was he leaving with?

I remember the first time I've seen the child Potter at Hogwarts, a little shy and skinny boy. Really skinny. Very little for his age. Maybe there was something there too. I heard rumor at Hogwarts, I don't know if they're true or not, after all it's Hogwarts. But rumors says that the little potter has been raised by his muggle relative and that he didn't know that he was a wizard until he got his Hogwarts letter. How the heir of the most ancient and noble house of potter has ended up with muggle. That boy should have been raised to become the heir of one of the richest family in Britain. What Dumbledore was thinking?

So the boy was there in Diagon Alley, well it wouldn't hurt to take a look. And it was quite a look to see Harry Potter the heir of the noble house of Potter in some hand me down clothes that didn't fit him. The child look, skinny, pale, and there was something quite wrong with him but I couldn't place my finger on it. But there was obviously something wrong with where the boy came from, no one after a summer look like that, he looked like he hadn't eat in age. Seriously who let a thirteen years old boy alone in Diagon Alley? Black is supposed to be after him, he shouldn't be alone, but it doesn't bother anyone here?

It was surprising that Dumbledore let the boy wandering around; if Black was after him he would have been safer at school. But the famous old fool didn't even make an appearance after Harry runs away. It was Fudge who had been taking care of the boy. Hell, even the most incompetent ministry of magic of the century made more sense than Dumbledore.

There was something wrong with Sirius Black case, and there was something wrong with the savior of the Wizarding world but no one cared. And the year at Hogwarts didn't even start already; I was in for a memorable year.

It was vital that I find more information on Black, Potter, Pettigrew and Dumbledore. But I didn't really know where to look.

That day, after I got a look of the child myself, I got home. I was alone, and I was wandering around the house, my head full of questions. I was in the far end of the garden near the beautiful pond and the big oak that has been here for generation. I know this is where the rituals use to take place before my great great grand mother died. I climbed the tree with my old book. I like to take refuge here, I know I am not supposed to, my father forbid me but I don't care because this is one of the only place I feel at peace with myself.

I stayed here until the full moon rise in the sky. I love the full moon, she is round and her sweet light comfort me, I always loved full moon nights, this are the nights when my magic is the most powerful, I can feel it in me, rising. I close my eyes to feel my magic, I let it swirl around me, I let it infiltrate the tree, I am in symbioses with mother nature and without knowing it that night I receive the gift my ancestor left for me. When I opened my eyes, there is a hole in the tree, and there are little books in it with some artifacts and a necklace.

That night in the oak I have fined my old great great grandmother diaries and the old family ancestral book. That night I have found my heritage that everyone had tried to keep from me. No wonder that my father forbid me to come here.

I spend the remaining days of the holidays reading the diaries in secret. I learned a lot of things about my family I didn't know. It was then and there that I decided that it was time to start the mission Merlin himself has given to us. It was time for some change in the Wizarding world. I had a feeling Dumbledore was not going to like it.