Chapter 2

Growing, learning, and making friends

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Chapter Warnings: 7 year old temper tantrums, mentions of past abuse, If any of this offends you, please leave now.

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Bright green eyes pop open. Today is the day! Harrys seventh birthday! He gets to start training! Harry flew out of bed, getting dressed with lightning speed and running down the staircase.

"No running Harry" a disembodied voice chastises from the kitchen. "You know better"

"I'm sorry papa, I'm just so excited" Harry slows but retains his bounce as he enters the kitchen giving Mike, his adopted father, a hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Grandpa Kenny is coming today and I get to start training!" Harry enthused, remembering the day Kenny told him about magic.

FLASHBACH


Kenny led Mike and a five year old Harry into the meeting room in the back of the police station. The room had one round table in the middle, cushioned chairs all the way around it, and a small square table in the corner that held a potted plant and a coffee maker. He sat on one side of the table and signaled for Mike to bring Harry and sit around the other. Mike seated a still Harry on his lap and threw a questioning glance at his boss who was clearly debating where to begin. Finally, the salt and pepper haired mad made a decision.

"Harry, do you remember what happened in the alley today?" he questioned. Getting a nod from the young boy, he asked "have you ever done anything like that before? Something that you couldn't explain?" when the boy nodded again he said "I thought so. That's called Magic Harry." Harry shook his head violently denying the concept

"Magic isn't real. Uncle says so. Everything with magic was burned hundreds of years ago. He said that if they ever find anything with magic again it should be burned at the stake. I don't want to be burned at the stake! Please don't burn me! Please!" Harry jumped off Mike's lap and backed into a corner shaking violently. He knew he had wired powers but he didn't think it was magic! He didn't want to be burned!

Mike and Kenny looked at each other and silently decided it should be Mike that worked him out of his panicked state.

"Buddy? I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not mad, see? You won't be burned, I won't let anyone burn you I promise." Kenny watched as his long time team member slowly approached the frightened child, speaking soothing words and saw the child slowly calm down. Tears still streaming down the young child's face, he ran to Mike and buried his face in the man's chest. Mike picked him up and bounced him like a toddler cooing in the child's ear and all Kenny could think was 'this man was born to be a father.' As the tears slowed down, Mike sat back and seated Harry back on his lap knowing that this wouldn't be the last time he had to calm the frightened child down during this talk

END FLASHBACK


The fireplace roared green snapping Harry out of his thoughts and he shouted "GRANDPA KENNY!" and ran vaguely hearing his papa tell him not to run once more.

"Hello there kiddo!" the now mostly gray man said scooping harry up with one hand and spinning him in a circle while holding a silver rapped present in the other. He settled the still small for his age boy on his back.

Mike entered the room just in time to hear Kenny say "now I thought there was a birthday boy around here somewhere, but I can't find him." He turned to mike saying with a wink "I brought this gift, but I can't find the birthday boy anywhere. Have you seen him?"

Harry giggled and pipped up "I'm rite here!" causing Kenny to spin jokingly around in a circle one way, then around the other

"I hear his voice, but I can't find him anywhere! Maybe he's a ghost!"

"No! No! I'm on your back! Grandpa! On your back!" Harry gasped out between breaths before Kenny set down the present and grabbed him carefully by the armpits and flung him over his shoulders and onto the couch tickling him for all he was worth

"There you are you little monster!" he growled playfully as the boy squirmed beneath his wiggling fingers

"GRANDPA! STOP! PLEASE" he choked out "I CAN'T BREATH" he laughed "I'M GONNA WEE!" at that the man stopped knowing that if he kept going Harry would piss his pants and that would be bad for everyone involved and sat down setting Harry on his lap and grabbing the silver rapped gift.

"I believe this is for you?" he said handing it to the boy on his lap. Mike who was watching the scene in with a high level of amusement sat down next to them and harry looked up at him with big green eyes through his midnight hair and said

"Papa? Can I open it now? Pretty please?"

"Well, I don't see why not." He responded loving the look of pure joy on Harry's face as the boy tore through the paper and opened the box to reveal a small training wand and a caramel colored stuffed teddy bear. The smile broadened as he pulled out the want and held it in his hand for the first time. Then he reached in and grabbed the teddy bear and hugged it to his chest.

"Thank you Grandpa!" he said a look of sheer joy on his face "His name is Teddy" he motioned to the bear. "And his name is Herman." he motioned to the wand after a long cuddle. He looked over at his father who handed him his own gift and Harry tore into that one too, putting Herman and Teddy to the side for the moment. In the box that his father gave him, was just a piece of brightly colored paper. "Go to the garage" it said in bold black lettering. So Harry wiggled off his grandpa's lap and skipped, with Teddy and Herman to the garage. There, in the middle of the garage was a table and on it was another brightly colored piece of paper. This one said "go to the kitchen and look for something out of place." Harry bounced inside and looked around. Finding nothing out of place he looked in the fridge and saw a small book. The book was a dull gray color with green lettering that read "A Beginners Guyed to Controlling Magic"

"Turn it over" His papa said, taking Teddy and Herman to free up his hands. Taped to the back was another brightly colored piece of paper that said "go to the Laundry room" so taking the book with him, Harry trotted to the laundry room and on the Washer was a navy blue book that read "what is magic, and how to use it". Harry turned it over and sure enough, there was a brightly colored paper stuck to the back. This one said "Almost there! Go upstairs, and look for the door that wasn't there" confused, Harry climbed up the stairs and right next to his room was a door that he didn't remember ever being there before. Turning the knob he stepped into a plain room with one blue gray rug in the center and a table in the far corner. Harry looked on the table and there was the note, stuck to the back of a black book titled "How to Hold a Wand" and the note read "Under the rug" so Harry slowly walked over to the rug and lifted it up. Under was a trap door. He looked at his papa for permission and received a nod.

Slowly the dark haired boy opened the wooden trap door and descended the drop latter. At the bottom was his own fully padded gymnasium with a table and refrigerator at one end and three doors on the other. All along the wall they came down were boxing dummies and rock walls. Stretched along the back wall was a half the room length tumble track trampoline, and in front of it stood five balance beams of varying heights. The tumble track trampoline shared the wall with a pit of foam squares and over it were uneven bars meant for flips. In the middle of the room was a thick rope hanging from the ceiling knotted every two feet. Slowly harry examined the room in aww. Suddenly he scrunched up his face and turned to his papa to ask

"How is this possible? This room is bigger than our house! If it's bigger than our house, how does it fit in one room?"

"Magic" was his answer. "Harry, you have to promise me that you will never use this equipment without me, Grandpa, or a trainer here. You could be very hurt, and if you do, I will make this room off limits until you are 16. You understand?"

Harry nodded solemnly not wanting his new room to be taken away. They made their way to the three doors at the other end and opened the first one. This room was the size of their family room and kitchen, with three rows of tables. On the tables stations with a sink, cauldron, and burner in the table. Along the back wall was a tall wooden bookshelf with jars of ingredients. There weren't very many since they wouldn't be working to in depth with potions for a while since potions was dangerous for a seven year old, but there were enough to do all of the beginner level potions and books to go along.

The next room was small in comparison to the other two with tables full of gadgets, in a classroom style setup, there was a desk and a whiteboard, but what caught Harry's eye was the flying gadgets whizzing around the room.

"This is our classroom for everything except potions." Grandpa said smiling before leading Harry to the next room. Before they entered, Grandpa Kenny said "this room you can go in any time you want. Whether it's to calm down, or to practice what we learn, it's always open to you, and if you're in here, we will do our best not to disturb you unless it is truly necessary. Take off your shews before you go in it makes everything better." Harry complied, taking off his socks and shews excitedly. He looked up once he was done and Grandpa opened the door while saying "This is the Meditation Room!"

The first thing Harry noticed was the grass under his feet. Then he looked up to see a curtain of green willow leaves blowing gently. He pushed them aside to revile a room easily ten times the size of the gymnasium, with grass, and trees and a pond smack dab in the center. It seemed to go on for miles with bright blue sky and a soft magical breeze blowing the leaves gently. He wandered around hearing a faint rumble and decided to check it out. He walked toward the pond noticing the lack of ants, and the presents of small animals like bunnies in the bushes and fish in the pond. Over the pond was a bridge that led to a small pathway. As they walked down the pathway, Harry found tears running down his face when he saw a waterfall and a cave behind it. He laid down in the grass and just cried. He cried for his past, he cried for his parents, he cried for the friends that all left him because of Dudley, He cried for the man in the alley, he cried for the bird he tried to save that was killed by Vernon, he cried for everything that would come and everything that wouldn't. And when he stopped, he realized he felt better than he had since the day he was left on the Dursley's doorstep. He looked up to see his papa and Grandpa watching him with tears in their eyes and he smiled and said "I'm better now. Thank you" and embraced them both. A watery laugh later and they all went back to the willow tree by the door.

"Shall we start?" asked Kenny and he received an eager nod "well then sit cross legged over there, by the tree with the swing, close your eyes and I'll guyed you through your first meditation.


On the days went, training and meditating, learning control, and some theory until one day, Harry didn't understand.

"Why can't I actually do any magic?!" He yelled for what seemed like the twelfth time in one argument. "I've been learning theory and doing my meditations!" his smoky white magic whipped around him making the willow tree vines thrash like whips, and forcing everyone in the room to their knees, making all animals roll over in attempt to pacify the angry magic. Harry's anger left him in a flash when he heard a whimpered apology from his always so proud grandfather who was currently on his knees at Harry's feet bearing his neck and almost crying.

As fast as it came, it left. All the white magic evaporated and Harry collapsed in exhaustion, sobbing in guilt at seeing his proud grandfather in such a position and knowing he was the one to force that.

Kenny leapt up as soon as the pressure and want to kneel was gone and stumbled over to the heap that was his grandson, checking for a pulse, and then carrying him up to bed.

Kenny was intercepted by a concerned Mike as soon as he was up the latter.

"the monitor went off. What happened is he ok?" at a second glance at Kenny's ragged appearance Mike restated "are you ok?"

"He has collapsed from magical exhaustion. We have to get him to bed, and I'm sure he is feeling guilty, but I now know what happened to that man in the alley years ago."

"I thought we agreed only theory until he has better control so this doesn't happen!" Mike hissed angrily taking Harry from the tired man and leading the way to his room, and tucking the boy in.

"He was angry that he couldn't do any magic and did some accidental magic. It was not pleasant for anyone involved." Kenny replied with a shudder. "The boy's magic forced me to my knees. It made me want to whine and lick his feet and give him anything he could ever want. We need to teach him how to control this or he could turn into something much more dangerous than a dark lord. A Dark lord everyone wants to follow. He would have the world at his feet in three minutes flat. The only thing keeping me from licking his toes was my own control. But even I was on my knees begging and whining for forgiveness." He said disgustedly. He was too proud to admit how good it felt to be on his knees in front of the boy, or how much he wanted to please him, or how he had wanted to be pet like a dog and roll over. He was disgusted with himself. And knew as much as he loved that little boy, they needed an actual tutor to help them with this new found ability. Someone with a stronger will and disposition then either of them.


Up in Harry's room, Harry cried himself into a fitful sleep and dreamt of men falling at his feet, of himself torturing people simply because he could, of him making the world a dark and scary place. He woke up screaming and sweating with magic whipping around him and he screamed until he fell back asleep. This time he dreamt of a man who turned into a dog, a nasty rat man, and a wolf man. He dreamed of the green light, the laughing snake man and the squeaking rat man. He dreamed of the dog man holding him and telling him everything would be ok and that he was going after Pettigrew. He dreamt of being the dog man and going after the squeaking rat man and the street blowing up, the hand cuffs, and the cell with the terrible cloaked ghosts that make him shake. He dreamt of the dog man rotting away in the cell praying for release and to see Harry again, he saw the dog man holding a crumpled picture of a man with dark hair and glasses, a woman with red hair and bright green eyes, and a baby the perfect combination of the two of them. He woke up with a choked scream again but this time the scent of his grandpa was there to comfort him. Before he fell back asleep, he mumbled "must get Pettigrew.".


Kenny stayed the night with his old partner, and adopted grandson, knowing he didn't have the energy to go home, he chose the room he always stays in. he curled up not realizing when a warm body slid in next to him.

"What if we can't help him dad?" said Mike "I'm so scared that we can't help him and his guilt will destroy him." Tears rolled down his face as he tucked his head into the shoulder of his former boss, and father figure

"We'll do the best we can son" said Kenny, content to just hold the man he had come to see as a son years ago. They had just drifted off when a blood curdling scream echoed through the house. Both men jumped up and ran upstairs to see Harry thrashing around with his magic swirling and blocking them from getting to him. They yelled for harry to wake up and cried when the magic finally slowed down. Harry had screamed himself to sleep. Mike turned into Kenny and cuddled into his bare chest, and sobbed.

"What do we do? That's my boy! I feel so helpless!"

"We hire a tutor, someone with experience and a dominant personality and have them help him."

"But what if" Mike was cut off by the doorbell and they hurried to put pajamas on over there boxers before they made it to the door. Outside were five police cars and two men at their door. They realized the neighbors must have heard the screams and called Scotland Yard. They were in for a long night.

"I'm sorry for the disturbance officer" said Kenny, not see it was Bobby from his office

"Kenny?" Bobby said "what the hell is going on here!"

"Oh Bobby, hey. This is my grandson's house. Remember the one I always talk about?"

"The one your old partner adopted two years ago from an abusive home?"

"That's the one. This is my old partner, Mike, and his son Harry was who everyone heard. He still has night terrors from before he was adopted and he usually sleeps with one of us just in case, but he turned seven recently and insisted he sleep in his own room because 'only babies sleep with their papa or grandpa' not to mention when we went to go wake him up his room is so messy I nearly killed myself on the way to his bed and so we couldn't wake him up in time. We just got him back to sleep, but I know it's your duty to come in and check everything and make sure it's okay. So come on in, Mike will make oatmeal" Kenny yelled the last sentence making sure all the cops knew they were welcome.

"Alright let's check this out so we can go tell everyone it was just a nightmare." All ten officers filed in and Bobby went upstairs with Kenny to check on the sleeping child while Mike entertained the rest of them downstairs with oatmeal and stories about his time in the field with Kenny, and the first few mess-ups of playing grandpa.

Upstairs both men were careful not to make too much noise lest they wake up the fitfully sleeping child. Upon entering his room, both men nearly killed themselves on the numerous toys and clothing articles strewn across the floor. When they got to the bed, they saw the boy in a cold sweat shaking and moaning softly with tears running down his face. Kenny sat down on the bed and rubbed the boy's back until he calmed down. He then lifted the blankets back and took the silently crying child into his arms.

"Buddy. Buddy, it's Grandpa. You're safe remember?"

The boy whimpered and burrowed his head into the familiar sent of his grandpa but didn't wake. As soon as he was set down again, he woke up a choked scream erupting from his lips. Kenny was on it lifting the boy back into his arms, humming and cooing in turn until the boy relaxed. The last thing they heard from the boy was a mumbled "must get Pettigrew!" before the boy fell limp again aginsed the warm chest of his grandpa.

"Well, your story checks out, not that I didn't think it would, but you have got to get that kid some help. I wouldn't be surprised if he became suicidal when he hits middle school. He needs a professional. I'll give you the name of the man my niece sees. He specializes in adolescent trauma, and I think he could really help him. Why don't you bring him down and spend the rest of the night with him in your bed. We also have to check for bruising, so please take him to the office with you tomorrow we'll have Jared check him out. Just standard procedures. Come on lets go talk to the boys" Bobby said quietly.

They both made their way downstairs to find a room full of eating cops and a story being told

"And I swear he took his gun and shot the damn spider off my shoulder. I nearly lost my ear!" Mike finished and everyone roared with laughter

"Yes, but did you tell them how you squealed like a girl for me to get it off?" replied Kenny softly over his precious baggage in his arms another round of laughter ensued, this time quieter so as not to wake the child.

"Another one? Damn he hasn't had one in three weeks, now two in one night! He is coming back to sleeping with one of us. I don't care if he says he isn't a baby, I can't take it." Mike said fussing over the child in his father's arms.

"Bobby is going to give me the name of a therapist. I think it's a good idea, even if we don't go to him, Harry needs to be seen. And we have to bring him by the station tomorrow for a check up to make sure were not abusing him."

"We don't think you are" objected an unnamed officer "it is just procedure when a child is heard screaming like that by the neighbors. Besides Jared loves kids. He'll love him."

All the officers filed out for the night, making their rounds to the neighbors informing them it was a nightmare not an axe murderer, and the three boys curled up in one enlarged bed and finally fell into a restful sleep.

The next morning found them huddled together as they woke and shook off the sleep

"Good morning papa, grandpa" Harry mumbled still half asleep as he snuggled deeper into the warmth of someone's chest and the covers. Suddenly his dreams came flooding back and his eyes snapped open. He whimpered slightly at the thought of the first one, but he knew the second one needed to be addressed.

"Buddy, what happened? Are you okay? You had a bit of a ruff night last night want to talk about it?" asked papa

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment and said "I have to go to my thought library. There are things I don't understand, and I might need help. Can you come with me?"

"Is this library in your mind?" asked a confused looking Grandpa. Even with all the mental work they did, he couldn't remember harry mentioning a 'thought library'. Harry nodded and said quietly

"I didn't want anyone but me there for a long time, but now I need help. If you hold my hand, I can take you there."

"Alright buddy, but how about breakfast first. Then we'll all go down to the meditation room and go into your 'thought library'. How does that sound?" suggested papa and he received two nods.

Later, once they were all settled in the meditation room and holding Harry's hand, they all were dragged into his mind. They made it to a park with different habitats and all manner of mythical creatures guarding a gall building which they walked up to. Had they not been holding his hand, neither of them would be brave enough to walk past the fierce looking creatures. But on they hiked up the path and in through the doors of the magnificent building in front of them. Inside was book cases as tall as the ceiling and books floating around resorting themselves as he continued to think.

"I need help sorting through my dream and finding the matching people. I would usually do this alone, but I think I might need to go there, and I'm scared to ever go there." He pointed to the very back of the library that was sectioned off by a running river, and neither of the adults could blame him for not wanting to go there. It looked as if no one been there in years, dark and dusty the place was surrounded by barbed wire and had thick metal chains around every one of the books. Sections were roped off with old looking rope with caution signs posted at every row, not to mention the river filled with sharks and all manner of guarding creatures.

"well bud, I can't say as I blame you for not wanting to go in there, so why don't we look at the dream first, see if I recognize anyone, then maybe we could avoid that entire mess" grandpa suggested knowing that a mind healer was definitely needed for harry to face whatever was kept in there, and he didn't think it was a good idea to venture in today. Not with his mind as fragile as it was at the moment, after yesterday's incident.

As they viewed the dream, books flew around and piled themselves on the round table in the front corner. They each contained a memory of the characters in the dream, and once opened, placed on a podium where they would play like a hologram in front of them. They viewed memories of a little boy riding around on a black shaggy dog, Padfoot, until the red haired woman called them for dinner. They viewed all manner of memories, until every character was named and had a personality to go with it. Then they viewed the dream again and it was decided after Harry's check up with Jared, they would go to madam Bones and explain the situation to see what they could do to help this Sirius who was clearly innocent.


At upon entering the station, they stopped to say hello to an enthusiastic Laura, whose bouncy strawberry hair still fell in ringlets around her shoulders as she led them to the back, calling for Bobby to join them in the conference room.

Harry hadn't been in the conference room since the day he was told about magic two years ago, but in those two years, nothing had changed. They sat at the round table in the center of the room and waited for Jared to come.

Jared was a short man in his late thirties who had a small brown mustache and spectacles perched on his nose. He smiled brightly at Harry, talking him threw the check up as he did two years ago. The results were expected, still underweight but no longer dangerous, eyesight still lacking, but stronger then it was, and short for his age, though getting taller with the more food he ate.

After the rounds were made and pleasantries were spoken, all three politely excused themselves and made their way to the phone booth that led to the heart of the Ministry of Magic.

"Speak your name and order of business" said the automated voice once they pressed the correct code.

"Harry Potter and guardians here to see Amelia Bones" spoke Kenny clearly knowing that dropping Harry's name would get them in to see her faster. One sticker was printed with HARRY POTTER written in bold and the other two came with GUARDIAN printed. Mike looked startled as the phone booth started moving downwards into the ground and was speechless when the phone booth came to a hult. Kenny led the way to the department of magical law enforcement and was quite pleased when they were ushered straight into Madam Bones' office.

"what can I do for you gentlemen today?" she asked in the no nonsense tone she always held when at work.

"we need to see the trial documents for Sirius Black's case." Kenny said smirking, knowing there were none.

"why on earth would you need those?"

"is my ward not entitled to see the evidence under which his Godfather, and the betrayer, and subsequent cause of death for his parents, was arrested and locked up? Harry wishes to see for himself the reason of Black's betrayal. And surly the reason would have come out when he was questioned under a strong court approved truth serum."

Harry started to object, that Sirius would never hurt anyone, and that he didn't betray his parents but a subtle shake of Mikes head and a wink had him closing his mouth and nodding.

"well I suppose with as much as he is effected…"

"we believe that the knowledge of what happened and possibly witnessing the trial fist hand would help with his slight abandonment issues."

"very well. I will send someone to get them." Her attention then focused on Harry

"I have a niece your age, Susan. maybe you'd like to meet her some day"

As soon as she started to talk directly to him, he hid behind his grandpa's legs and let his hair fall in his face.

"A moment of shyness Harry? You don't get to meet new people very often except at the station." Mike said kneeling down to pick him up. Harry hid his face in his papa's shirt and only peaked out when he had been fully settled on the man's hip.

"I'm sorry, I completely missed you there. My name is Amelia Bones, Head of MLE. Are you two together?" she asked innocently causing Harry to giggle from the hip he had claimed.

"Yep yep yep! Were all together! Papa, Grandpa and me! Otherwise we wouldn't all be here together and I wouldn't have a family." He pointed to each in turn with a wide grin on his face. "Papa was almost adopted by grandpa like I was adopted by papa Mike. They were partners at the station. They were policemen. Well, grandpa is still a policeman but papa quit to take care of me. But we all live together except when grandpa goes home to his other house." Harry rambled on for a good ten minutes completely missing the adoring looks being aimed at him from all adults in the room. "and then we all got cake. It was my first cake ever you know. The Dursleys never gave me any cake. Just Dudley. We" he was interrupted from his longwinded speech by a clearly in training man sheepishly coming in with his head down.

"Hello! I'm Harry!" Harry said without missing a beat. "this is papa and this is grandpa. Who are you?"

"ah, Mr. Williams, come on in. I take it you have the transcript and pensive of the Mr. Black's trial?" Amelia asked curtly then frowned upon seeing his empty hands "Mr. Williams?" she said warningly

"they don't exist. He was never given a trial." The man said to the floor keeping close to the door incase spells should start flying. He had just gotten this job. He really didn't want to be fired.

"Are you quite sure Mr. Williams? And for goodness sake stop looking at me like I am about to bite your head off. It is clearly not your fault since you were only hired three days ago. I shan't take my anger out on you, and trust me I am extremely angry about this, however I shall direct it properly." She picked up a small white sphere and shouted into it "KINGSLY! I AM EXTREAMLY UNHAPPY WITH YOU RIHGT NOW, YOU WILL COME SEE ME IN MY OFFICE WITHIN THE NEXT THREE MINUTES OR I WILL COME DOWN THERE AND YOU WILL NOT LIKE THE RESULT" she turned around to see three ashen faces and a little boy desperately trying to hold in his giggles. She smiled and said in a much kinder tone "He should be here in about two minutes, make yourselves comfortable." She gestured to the couch. This was too much for little Harry and he burst out in giggles. She smiled and chuckled. "I am glad you find my ire amusing."

"you yelled at a glowing ball!" harry giggled and Amelia shook her head as a breathless and sweaty Kingsley rushed into her room. The large dark man shifted nervously before saying

"what did I do to earn your temper this time Madam?" while he had a grin, his eyes betrayed how nervous he was.

"Who was the head Aurar six years ago?" she asked fiercely, regaining her no nonsense demeanor.

"That would be Tristen Machea?" he wondering what happened six years ago.

"and did I or did I not tell you to review every case since he was a bad seed?" She countered

"I believed I did, did I miss something?" he asked finally catching on. These people must be related to someone who didn't get justice.

"Did you review the case file and court record for every person guilty or not, charged within that time period?"

"No ma'am." He said now extremely nervous. "I only went over the case files. I did not touch the Trials."

"So you left it up to the reports written by the man who was weeded out as a fraud and trusted what he said was factual? Did you not stop to think that perhaps not every person was given a fair representation, or even received a trial, or perhaps that he let bribery convince him of a person's innocence before the jury could be contacted?" Amelia stated sounding extremely disappointed and rather pissed off at this point. "I put my faith in you to serve justice and you let me down. Because of that, these people here will not get the closure they need, and it is possible that an innocent man has rotted away for seven years, potentially being permanently damaged. I am extremely disappointed in you."

"I apologize ma'am. May I ask who so that I can fix this egregious error?"

"Sirius Black."

A shocked science met this statement before he answered "Yes ma'am. I will look everything over."

She countered "You fix this Kingsley and I will think about letting you keep your job. Get Sirius a trial. Find real evidence and Prove whether or not he is guilty of the crimes he has been convicted of. If he is not, find the real criminal and put them away. You fix this Kingsley. You fix this within a month."

The man bowed and left. Harry wiggled off his papa's lap and ran after him.

"Sir!" he shouted as Kingsley rounded the corner. "I can prove he is innocent."

The large man halted. "How?"

"My library. I had a dream, and it's still there. You just have to look in my mind. Hold my hand."

Looking unsure, Kingsley complied and was sucked in as a man a gray man shouted "NO!"

Kingsley found himself in a park filled with all kinds of mythical beasts. Suddenly he was not sure he wanted to be here. Most of them looked ready to rip him to shreds with the slightest movement. He looked up ahead at the building then down at the little boy still holding his hand and shifted nervously

"Don't worry sir. Just keep holding my hand until were inside. Don't let go and they won't attack. They are my friends!"

"That's your library?" he questioned looking in aww. This kid had some serious occulemency skills that he doubted he was truly aware of. No one would be braking in here.

"Yep yep yep! This way!" harry dragged him down a small path saying hi to every creature that came up to him, but never letting go of his hand. When they were inside, Kingsley gasped at all the books, flying and constantly being reorganized. He noted the back and how dark it was but decided not to ask. Instead he followed harry to a podium where he watched harry call about four books. As soon as each one was placed on the podium it played for him to view. First he saw one where harry was about three months. He thought no one was capable of remembering that far back, but apparently this kid was. He watched a man he knew as Sirius play and show complete devotion to Harry James and Lilly. There was no way this man betrayed them. He watched another that had Peter smirk viciously as he took a bottle from him and set it about three feet away saying he couldn't have it because he didn't earn it. He watched as the bottle floated and whacked Peter in the head before zooming over to Harry. Then he watched as harry was spanked as punishment. The next memory was a dream. It showed the night of the murder, from Harry's point of view before switching to someone clearly older and taller. The dream went on to show Sirius being blamed and Pettigrew blowing up the street. The last one was heartbreaking. It showed a crumpled piece of photo paper with a small family and tear stains on it being held with shaky hands and screams in the background. Kingsley then knew for certain Sirius was innocent. Now he just had to prove it. When he came out of Harry's mind, he felt light headed from the excursion. He was greeted by two furious fathers and a curious boss. The world spun and he knew no more.

A/N: That's all for this time! I hope you enjoyed this even if it was a little fast and choppy at times.

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