Prequel
"He's not dead. Where the hell are we supposed to put him?"
"Well he can't stay here."
Darwin held his hand up, silencing Plato and Aristotle who had been at it for hours. "We all know that he cannot stay here. That is why the four of us were called upon to figure out what to do with him."
Galileo grunted in agreement from across the table.
"I don't understand why the four of us were given this task," Plato said slowly. "Why weren't wizards called into conference?"
"Impartial discussion," Aristotle replied with a slight laugh. "Something about the man having been imprisoned. Apparently Wizards don't tend to look past that, guilty or not."
"He was innocent," Galileo said in a fierce tone.
Plato sighed and looked through the stack of paper before him. An identical stack was before each of the four men. As he began muttering to himself, Darwin brought his own papers to before him and started reading aloud.
"Sirius Orion Black, aged 35. Spent the two years preceding now in hiding and the twelve before that falsely imprisoned."
"Why the man never had an adolescence!" Galileo exclaimed.
Plato nodded. "Can they give him one?"
"I was under the impression that Merlin could do anything," Aristotle replied with a sarcastic smirk.
"He left behind a Godson, aged fifteen."
"Fifteen?" Darwin asked Plato, who nodded once more in return.
Galileo nodded as well. "How about it?"
Aristotle shrugged. "I suppose it doesn't really matter."
"Agreed then," Darwin said, pushing his stack of papers away from him with a smile. "We will restore him to his fifteen year old self in an attempt at adolescence."
"How will that work?" Plato asked.
Darwin shrugged. "That's up to Merlin."