A Life Hidden

Chapter 3: Shaded Eyes of Injustice and Anger

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

By: Legato Deathscythe

The next morning, James Cole was no where to be found. Percy pulled Ron and Hermione off away from the rest of the students and said, "Now, I don't want either of you talking about last night. You can discuss the incident with the troll if someone asks, Ms. Granger. Anything that took place in the Headmaster's Office is strictly confidential. It will be best if Professor Dumbledore handles things from here on."

Ron snarled for a moment, "Why are we keeping this under wraps?"

"Because it still needs to be confirmed. After that, it's not up to us to reveal that secret," Percy said. He then dismissed the pair. Percy shook his head as he went about his duties.

"Why are you so upset? Once everything is cleared up we can go on," Hermione asked.

"Don't you get it? My family has been harboring the man who betrayed the Potter's all those years ago," Ron said.

"So? It's not like you knew," Hermione said.

Ron growled, "Everyone will know eventually."

"I've read about the last war. Greater wizards and witches then you were tricked by the Death Eaters," Hermione said, exasperated.

"Then there's the whole identity thing," Ron grumbled.

"Yes. I read everything I could on what happened. Strange that though, don't you think. I read the same story in Modern Magical History, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century. They all talk about how Harry Potter defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," Hermione said.

"What are you on about?" Ron asked.

"Well, think about what the Headmaster told us last night. Between when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was defeated and when the first person got to the site there was a fifteen minute gap. So how do all those books know what happened? The only person who was there to see it was Potter, and he was three months old at the time. Then of course his disappearance," Hermione asked.

Ron didn't have an answer for her. He just looked at her like she was daft and went on to breakfast. Hermione shook her head, not exactly impressed with Ron Weasley's inability to process simple logic.

Albus had James roused early that morning and escorted to his office. The old headmaster felt that discretion in these matters would afford the boy more comfort. He planned to have breakfast for the two of them as well as James adopted family at the ministry. He felt it would allow them time to bring the elder Cole's up to speed. Still, He hoped to have a pleasant trip to London.

Albus and James left the castle and and started the walk down to the gates where the Anti-Apparation wards ended. Sylvia of course was as always safely wrapped around the young boy under his robes. Dumbledore knew that the boys mind would be troubled, even after a night of rest. The old wizard had slept fitfully as well, plagued by thoughts of past mistakes. Today would see more of them brought to light, and the weight of them resting on his elder frame.

"Sir, may I ask you a question?" James said.

Albus smiled, "You already did, but you may ask another of course," Albus said as they walked across the grounds.

"How many of the fantasy stories I was told growing up are true?"

Albus chuckled, "I would say a great many fairy tales and legends are embellished some what. Still, all of them have some basis in truth."

"Really, I just have to wonder some times. Do elves exist?"

Albus smiled, "If you are referring to the race of beings Tolkien wrote of then I can not say. They have never seen fit to reveal themselves to me. There are a group of elves which live in the school. They are house elves, a rather helpful group of creatures. They tend to the house keeping and the kitchens. I will introduce you to them when we return."

James couldn't help but smile at that. It was banter that completely ignored the trials they were forging towards. It did nothing to prepare them for what they might find out, nor did it bestow any great wisdom or insight. It simply filled them with a bit of peace before the storm.

"Perhaps you would enjoy Care for Magical Creatures when you reach your third year," Albus suggested.

James smiled, "I was thinking of being a zoologist before I learned of magic. I can still do that, just learn about magical creatures and study them."

"A very pleasant field of study if I do say so myself. Though I do hope you are never capable of seeing a thestral. While they are impressive beasts, the requirement on you personally is something I would prefer not occurring."

James made a note to look up thestrals when he had a chance.

Dumbledore had side-alonged James to The Leaky Cauldron in London. There they met James mother and father, David and Rose. They had also brought their oldest son with them, whom had immediately ruffled James hair. Albus usually only met parents when something bad had occurred involving their children. This of course could be one of those times, depending on who you asked. It was helpful that Dumbledore had already contacted some people for their help. Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shaklebolt had escorted the elder Cole's while William Weasley had been called upon to pick up Marcus.

It was a unique group, Albus had to admit. David Cole wore a regular pinstripe suit, blue tie. The man was extremely friendly, and as fascinated by the wizarding world as his adopted son. When the man pulled out a pair of glasses to look at a poster on the wall, he almost looked like he and James were related by blood. Rose was a pleasant woman, blond hair, blue eyes. She was very loving towards her boys, all three of them. It seemed sometimes that she was simply around to stop David and James from going too far, or to be their accomplice. One couldn't tell.

Marcus was also an interesting individual. He was as tall as his father, with a short beard. His hair was black and cut so it draped down over his ears. He wore a gray shirt and black slacks, and looked as if he were ready for anything. The young man had instantly been by his brothers side, asking if he had met anyone from Camelot. Albus noticed the smiles of the two boys faces when Harry told him Merlin was in fact real.

They sat down at one of the tables, where Tom had prepared a small but filling breakfast for the group. They made small talk while the ate, delaying any discussion about the events to follow. William said, "I heard from the last letter the twins sent to Mum that you got the job as seeker for the quidditch team."

"Yes. Oliver says I'm the youngest seeker in a century," James answered. He had sent his family a letter telling them about it as soon as it happened.

"Well, if you are half as good as Charlie was when he was seeker then the team is sure to win this year. If you're lucky you might even get scouted in your fifth year," William said.

James blushed at the thought, then said, "I hope I do well. I'm actually thinking of going into something involving magical creatures. It's the closest thing to regular zoology, and from what Professor Dumbledore and I were talking about on the way it sounds very interesting," James said.

William laughed, "Then I really do need to let Charlie know about you. He's a dragon handler at a preserve in Romania. If your not careful he might try to drag you off there."

"Better he try to emulate your older brother and not the twins, Bill," Remus said. There was something off about Mr. Lupin. He, like many had stared at James quite fascinated. But there was something else about the man with the sallow skin, dark circles under his eyes, and the threadbare coat he wore.

"He tastes strange. It's almost as if he were both wolf and man at the same time. Not like McGonagal or the rat. He is something else, but nothing dangerous at this time," Sylvia had hissed.

That James was a parsletongue didn't throw the other wizards off as it had the students. Lupin seemed a bit more curious then the others, but nothing else. All too soon they moved on to the heart of the matter. Albus took the time to bring the other three up to speed on what had happened. David and Marcus both had goofy grins on their face when they heard of James confrontation with the mountain troll. Everyone had a good laugh when Rose smacked David on the head and bundled her little boy into a hug. James simply blushed at the attention.

They went on to the suspicions, the theories, and of course the arrest of Peter Pettigrew. Albus retold the story of the Potter's and how they had died. Rose simply kept her arms around James the entire time, while Sylvia hissed contently as she had her head stroked by Jim. After being told what the agenda was for the day, to include finding out the truth of James birth, Marcus asked, "So what of these Dursley's then? Will anything be done about them?"

"Since there is a child of magical influence involved it will fall under the DMLE. There is an unspoken agreement between both the regular prosecutors office and the DMLE that all crimes involving children will be handled by the department that has the harshest penalties. Since Azkaban Prison is guarded by the Dementors, it usually falls to the DMLE," Albus said.

"What about James? Will they try to take him from us?" Rose asked, concern for the child she had raised from an infant filling her voice.

Albus smiled and shook his head, "No, his only blood relations should we be right are the very people whom will be facing the Wizengamot on charges of child neglect, endangerment, and attempted murder."

It was as if she had just had her worst fear taken from her. Rose released a breath and smiled.

"So, what first then?" David asked.

"Our group will proceed to the Ministry and handle our business there. I've already asked for one of the goblin's to meet us, a Mr Griphook. He will handle confirming James true identity with regards to Gringott's. Goblin identification is usually good for everything in the ministry, so James should only have to go through the process once," Albus said.

With the general idea of what to expect given to them, The Cole's, Dumbledore, and their escorts proceeded into Diagon Alley. David made a rather bad joke at the name, winning him a slap on the shoulder from Rose. He got another slap when he leaned himself to the left as they entered the portal. James and Marcus were both holding back laughter. Rose shook he head, covering her eyes as she tried to rub away the headache her husband was causing her. They were followed by William, Kingsley, and Remus who was shaking his head.

The Ministry of Magic was not as impressive to the non-magicals in the group as Diagon Alley had been when they first saw it. If anything, Marcus said to James, "It's almost as if they are trying to convince themselves they are benevolent and just."

"I know what you mean," James said. He defiantly thought the statue in the middle of the entry hall was rather over done.

They all followed Dumbledore deep within the ministry building, and took a lift down to the level for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. When the lift stopped they were met by a rather overweight red headed man. William pulled the man into a hug and smiled as he introduced himself, "Arthur Weasley, Department for Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. Madam Bones asked me to help out today."

"Arthur, how are Molly and Ginny?" Albus asked.

"Quite well, Professor Dumbledore. Ginny is very much looking forward to next year. And I presume you are the Cole's," Arthur replied, extending a hand to the entire family.

Marcus whispered to James, "There are a lot of Weasley's it seems."

"From what I've heard, six brothers and one sister. William's the oldest," James said.

"I doubt Mum and Dad would have been able to keep their sanity had we had that many accomplices," Marcus said, smirking at his adopted brother.

Arthur lead the group to Madam Bones office. Once the introductions were completed, Amelia leaned back in her chair and said, "The Wizengamot session will begin in one hour. Further investigation is already being performed. Minister Fudge has been in my office all morning trying to stop me. He probably is feeling extremely uncomfortable, and tried to order me to stop this. Unfortunately for him, as misconduct is suspected of the MoM he has no authority to stop it."

Albus was shaking his head, "Cornelius was not the Minister at the time of Sirius Black's arrest and imprisonment."

"No, that was Minister Bagnold. I've been studying the Black file, and I'm more then disappointed in what I found. Fudge is more worried about how this will reflect on his political career then the truth. He was a part of the Bagnold Administration at the time, Minister Bagnold's second in command. Anything we uncover through this investigation could and will be used against him should he be found guilty of wrong doing," Madam Bones said.

"Scandal and intrigue, should make for an interesting show," David said.

Amelia just smirked at him, "Quite. As it relates to the missing persons case, we'll handle identification prior to the full session. Mr. Griphook from Gringott's as well as an Unspeakable from the Department of Mysteries are on hand to perform the needed tasks. I will be contacting my counterpart in the regular government and ask for a transfer of evidence. Since the victim is a wizard, we will be handling the trial in the interests of maintaining our secrecy."

With a general understanding of what was to come, Ameila lead the Cole's and Dumbledore to another room, where a short creature with needle like teeth was waiting. Beside him sttod a man wearing a dark gray cloak and a badge. No one could tell the identity of the individual, only that the name on the badge said "Thomas."

The small creature, the goblin Griphook, spoke to them, "Mr. Cole, if you would extend your right hand for me."

Jame nervously stepped up and did so. What would the goblin do to him? What would happen afterwards? Griphook pulled a silver knife from the table and examined it. The table itself had a parchment with a layout of one of Gringott's many vaults. It was simply one vault, with no name or other identification on it. Griphook said, "I will require your blood for this. The process is simple enough. Your blood will fall upon the lock, where it will discover your true identity and what vaults in our safe keeping you are entitled to."

James nodded, and Griphook cut his right hand. James squeezed his hand into a fist, forcing out as much blood from the wound as he could. Three drops fell on the part of the parchment where a key lock would be. The goblin cast a charm on James hand after enough had been given, healing the wound. He beckoned James to look closer as the drawing on the parchment began to move. Suddenly the gears stopped, the drawing of the tumblers and the bolts that held the great vaults closed moved as if they had been unlocked. Before James eyes, a name began to appear on the front of the vault.

Griphook grunted, "He is the Potter's heir, and as such has inherited the vaults of James and Lily Potter. He is also the beneficiary of a trust vault, set aside specifically for Harry Potter and his continued education."

James felt almost as if he were about to faint. It was all true, everything he had been trying to think about for the last day. His parents hadn't abandoned him, hadn't discarded him in favor of some other selfish pleasure. They had in fact died so he could live. He barely registered Rose wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a comforting embrace.

He was Harry Potter. Now what? Though this answered the biggest question of his life, it gave birth to a thousand more. Too many to handle in one day, or one week. It could very well take him his whole life to answer them.

Griphook spoke again, "While you will be unable to access the majority of the Potter vaults until your seventeenth birthday, I can arrange for a full inventory of funds, properties, and lands that are now under our management. A full audit of the estate will require the signature of yourself and your legal guardian. I have the parchment work ready for those signatures, Mr. Potter."

James nodded, and took the blood quill. He sighed where he was supposed to, and then David did as well. They both rubbed where the quill had taken the blood from. It was in fact the easiest part of the day. They still had forty-five minutes until the inquiry. It was at this point Thomas spoke, "There is a matter Mr. Potter must attend to within the Department of Mysteries. There is something for his eyes only that must be dealt with."

Albus seemed to get rather anxious at the Unspeakables words, but held his tongue. Rose, David, and Marcus both seemed rather upset, "He should be accompanied by one of us."

The Unspeakable shook his head, "I'm sorry, but what we have for him is for him alone. I will escort him to the Wizengamot Chambers after we have given him what we need to."

James nodded, "Alright, I'm ready as I can be I suppose."

James followed Thomas out of the room, leaving the adults to discuss other things. Amelia thanked Griphook for his time and bid the goblin farewell. The chief of the DMLE then turned to the Dumbledore and said, "As Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, you are hereby notified of the positive identification of Harry Potter. I will have the proper forms filed by end of the day closing that case. I will also be transferring the case of James Harold Cole from the regular prosecutors office to DMLE jurisdiction. All evidence and reports will be reviewed, and charges brought against the Dursley's."

Albus nodded, "Of course Madam Bones."

"On a private note, Albus you know that as soon as I close this case someone will find the file. You can bet your phoenix that Hogwarts will be assaulted by reporters tomorrow morning. Mr and Mrs. Cole, you may very well expect the same thing. I should warn you, wizarding press can be even more intrusive then the normal paparazzi," Amelia warned.

"They are discreet I hope," Rose asked.

Amelia nodded, "As you are muggles, you shouldn't have to worry about a pack of them camped out on your front door. Such would be too great a risk of violation to the International Statute of Secrecy. No one would be stupid enough to risk that. Still, I would keep mindful of anything that could be a reporter. I can arrange for a public statement to be published, should you require assistance."

Marcus thought for a moment, "From what we've learned so far, I would think the one who is about to be set upon would be James. I doubt they will care what we have to say. A simple record of the facts should be sufficient."

Amelia nodded, then smirked, "You have a talent for damage control, Mr. Cole. Though you should get used to calling him Harry, not James."

Marcus shook his head, "I'll wait for him to make that decision."

Amelia nodded, "Very well. Officially however he will need to retake his birth name. I will have my office handle the official paper work, and send a copy along to the regular government offices."

Rose had a question, "What about Family Services? Won't they want to question us? And his adoption, what will happen to him."

Amelia shook her head, "They will be no trouble. We have several agreements with the regular government, though our existence is only known to a select few. One of those agreements is that all adoptions and other legal precedents will be recognized by the Ministry of Magic, and vice versa. The Department of Magical Child Welfare could no more override your adoption of him then the regular courts override legislation from the Wizengamot."

Rose nodded and let out a sigh of relief. David smiled and pulled her into a hug before he asked, "So now that that has been settled, whose up for a bit of a show?"

Marcus laughed at his father's antics. The group left the room and headed to the chambers of the Wizengamot for the hearing that was about to take place. Though no one knew, Albus felt very weary. He knew exactly what the Unspeakables were telling Harry right that moment. He would have preferred they waited until he was older, more ready to handle what awaited him. He felt he owed it to the boy to at least let him have a bit more time to be a child.

James, no Harry, felt extremely shell-shocked from what Thomas had shown him. Sylvia had slide out of his robes and draped herself over his shoulders, supporting her head on his left arm. Thomas was slightly ahead of him as he was escorted to the Wizengamot's chambers for the trial. When they reached the door Thomas said, "Remember, prophecy is not set in stone. It is meant to guide us along the path."

Harry nodded, "Thank you, sir."

Thomas returned the nod, then gave Harry a quick once over. He brushed the collar of Harry's robes, and redid the top buttons of his shirt. Harry needed to look proper for the elder wizards within. Thomas nodded in approval then said, "Just remember, be calm. Tell them exactly what happened last night and what you heard. If they ask about your familiar and her senses be truthful. Allow Sylvia to finish what she has to say then translate."

Harry nodded, "Thank you, again."

Thomas nodded and opened the door. Harry walked in, and saw his family and their escorts sitting in what appeared to be a viewing area. Mr. Weasley had opted to join them, and seemed to be questioning his father about something. Harry would later learn that Mr. Weasley had been extremely interested in what a television was. There was another person in the viewing area. He had long blond hair, wore all black robes, and held a cane with a silver serpents head on the top. His face held an expression of bored interest. There was another woman there as well, who had a piece of parchment in her hands and another on a desk next to her. One of the many aides approached him and ushered him to an area for witnesses.

Harry sat down where he was shown and began stroking Sylvia's head. Sylvia hissed out, "Relax, the difficult part of our day is over. All we have to do here is simply tell them what we know and that will be it."

"I'm trying, but it's not easy right now," Harry replied back.

Sylvia looked up at him and hissed out, "I understand, hatchling. With everything that has already occurred you are as tense as a viper ready to strike it's prey. This will not be as difficult though as what you have already overcome. To face the fears and uncertainty that you have today takes great courage. You have done me and your family, both of them, proud."

Harry smiled at the comforting words of his friend. He didn't notice how the blond man had started watching him. The rows were filled with older witches and wizards, all of whom were talking back and forth with each other. Dumbledore was seated in what Harry assumed was the chief Warlocks seat. The old Headmaster simply nodded reassuringly towards Harry, who felt himself feel a bit more confident.

Madam Bones entered the hall and took a position at a podium in front of the gathered group. She arranged her notes and waited. Dumbledore cleared his throat and called the room to order, "We are gathered to hear from Madam Amelia Bones, Chief of the Department for Magical Law Enforcement, concerning the case of Sirius Black. Mr. Black has been transferred from Azkaban for this hearing. If you would have him brought in Madam Bones."

Amelia nodded and motioned for her aide to do so. Two aurors entered with another wizard between them in chains. Harry couldn't help but have his eyes widen in shock. The man being brought in looked paler then notebook paper, with circles under his eyes that were even darker then could be healthy. He seemed gaunt, as if he hadn't had a proper meal in years. The wizard looked him straight in the eyes, and for a moment looked like he was about to have a breakdown right there.

The Aurors sat him down in a chair, and chained his arms and legs to it. Amelia then said, "Also, we will be bringing forth Peter Pettigrew, to answer the same charges Mr. Black is accused of."

Peter was not nearly as easy to bring in, he was fighting the whole way before the aurors that had accompanied black helped the two escorts. They shackled him to another chair, and Harry could almost swear that Black was snarling. It was probably a good thing he was secured, or they might all in fact be witness to another murder.

Amelia cleared her throat, "Witches and Wizards of the Wizengamot, Chief Warlock, the DMLE will present evidence at this time clearing Sirius Black of all charges, proving Peter Pettigrew's part in the exploding of twelve muggles and the death of James and Lily Potter. We will also be presenting evidence of wrong doing and misconduct on the parts of Auror Rufus Scrigemore, Bartamus Crouch Sr., and Former Minister of Magic Clarence Bagnold. I am taking this time to officially notify the Wizengamot that the DMLE will be conducting a further inquiry into potential misconduct and corruption by the office of MoM. I beg your forgiveness for the suddenness of all this, however due to the evidence uncovered it was necessary.

"A great injustice was allowed ten years ago. After the Potter Massacre, there was only one known survivor of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's attack at the residence in Godric's Hollow. This tragedy was compounded by the alleged actions of Sirius Black afterwards. Records show, that Mr. Black confessed to betraying the Potter's, and then the deaths of twelve muggles by unknown means as well as Peter Pettigrew, of which only a finger was recovered. Today, I plan to show the Wizengamot that this was not the case, and that the tragedy of ten years ago was compounded by the unjust imprisonment of Sirius Black."

Harry looked back at Sirius, whom had a stunned expression on his face. Apparently no one had told him what his transfer had been about. Just before Amelia could continue, the door to the courtroom was slammed open, and a portly man rushed in. He was followed by a pale toad of a woman in a shade of pink that made Harry think a bottle of Pepto Bismol had attacked her.

"What is the meaning of this?! Why was my office not notified of these proceedings?!"

Amelia simply regarded him with a cold stare and said, "You're office was made aware of these proceedings, Minister Fudge. As the office of the Minister of Magic is also under investigation at this time however you are not allowed a vote in any matters related to that. These are such matters, and the MoM is reminded that he is not allowed to interrupt."

"Preposterous! Black confessed and the case was closed! What right do you have to reopen it? And an investigation of my office? You overstep your authority!" Fudge protested.

"Incorrect, Minister Fudge. When suspicions of corruption and misconduct are uncovered against the MoM, the DMLE has full autonomy to proceed as it sees fit. One of the charges of misconduct are in the unlawful incarceration of Sirius Black without trial before this Wizengamot. My authority as chief of DMLE is clear."

"She is correct Cornelius. Also, when wrong doing or misconduct of the MoM office is uncovered, it is the obligation of the DMLE to notify the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot of their intentions to investigate. She has in fact notified me of this investigation, prior to this session," Albus said.

The toad woman cleared her throat and spoke, "And what pray tell has been uncovered? The facts in the case are not in dispute."

"On the contrary, Undersecretary Umbrage. Many of the facts of the case are in dispute. If you would bother to look, you will notice that Peter Pettigrew is in fact here at this time. His death was one of the charges leveled at Mr. Black. As he is clearly alive and well, the entire case must be re-looked at," Amelia said.

Both Fudge and Umbridge looked and were stunned silent when they saw Pettigrew fighting his restraints. Before either could utter a single objection, Amelia said, "Mr. Pettigrew, while under veritaserum, was questioned regarding the events of October 31, 1980. During that questioning he admitted to having been the Potter's Secret Keeper, as well as having given He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named the location of the Potter residence at Godric's Hollow. The Wizengamot is reminded that veritaserum questioning is allowed when a suspect refuses to speak or when their crimes require absolute truthfulness of responses."

An old Wizard asked, "What lead to Mr. Pettigrew's arrest?"

"My first witness with testify to that. I call to the stand, Mr. Harold James Potter and his familiar Sylvia," Amelia said.

The court burst out into stunned chaos as Harry stood and walked to the stand. The assembled wizards were in an uproar at the sound of his name. The woman with the two pieces of parchment had just finished excitedly writing something down and sending that off. Sylvia constricted herself slightly along his shoulders, a snake like version of a comforting squeeze. Harry stole a look at Black as he did. The poor man looked as stunned as everyone else. He also seemed to look at him with haunted and ashamed eyes. Harry took the spot that was indicated to him and stood there.

"Harry Potter disappeared ten years ago and hasn't been seen since!" an outraged Fudge demanded.

"Very true, Minister. He has lived the last ten years as James Harold Cole, adopted by David and Rose Cole. His true identity was confirmed prior to this session, and the missing persons file closed. Chief Warlock Dumbledore, the Unspeakable codenamed Thomas, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Cole were all witnesses to the confirmation performed by Mr Griphook of Gringott's. I have sworn statements from all involved. The Wizengamot is reminded that identifications performed by the Goblins are upheld under the law and confirmed through the Goblin Liaison office. The circumstances of his adoption are under investigation, and charges of child neglect, abandonment, abuse, and attempted murder will be brought against his former guardians in the near future," Amelia said.

Amelia turned to Harry and said, "Now, Mr. Potter, if you would tell us when you first suspected something about Mr. Pettigrew."

Harry swallowed and said, "When I was on the train to Hogwarts, Ma'am."

Amelia turned towards the assembled wizards and witches and said, "The Wizengamot is reminded that until one hour ago, Mr. Potter knew nothing of his true identity. He has spent his life raised outside of wizarding society, and as such only knows what any muggleborn witch or wizard would know upon their entering school. Mr. Potter, please continue,"

Harry nodded and spoke, "I shared a compartment with Ronald Weasley. He pulled out a pet rat that he had with him, he called him Scabbers. Sylvia tasted something wrong about the rat, like it was a man and not an animal."

One of the older wizards asked, "How do you know what Sylvia tasted?"

"She told me," Harry said.

There was more muttering from the gathered wizards. Dumbledore then spoke, "Mr. Potter is a known parseltongue. This is in the public record, and was the skill demonstrated to identify him as a wizard at the time."

Amelia nodded to the chief Warlock and then turned back to Harry, "Did you tell anyone what Sylvia told you at the time?"

"No ma'am, we had just started learning about magic and didn't know what it meant. It wasn't until our first Transfiguration class that Sylvia tasted something similar," Harry answered.

"For clarification, Mr. Potter, would you explain what you mean by your familiar tasting something similar?" a witch in the Wizengamot stands asked.

Harry nodded, and explained how snakes sense of smell worked. He then said, "You have to know how snakes see the world to make sense of what they tell you. Even if you can understand them clear as day."

With that answer, the rest of the assembled wizards nodded and then he continued, "She wasn't sure about what was going on though. We didn't even know what to do about it. It wasn't until last night that we felt comfortable enough to bring it up."

"Whom did you bring your concerns to?" Amelia asked.

"Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall," Harry answered truthfully.

"Mr. Potter, if you would tell us what happened next," Amelia asked.

Harry swallowed and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore had Mr. Weasley and Scabbers brought up to his office. He then explained what an animagus was, and had us all clear the center of the room. He placed Scabbers and his cage on the floor and cast a spell that forced him to revert to Human form."

"For the record, Mr. Potter, would you identify for the Wizengamot whom appeared at that time," Amelia asked.

Harry nodded, and then confidently pointed at Peter Pettigrew, "He did, ma'am."

"Let the record indicate that Mr. Potter pointed towards Peter Pettigrew," Amelia said.

Before she could ask Harry her next question, Pettigrew shouted out, "He's going to finish what he started with your parents, boy! My Master is going to make sure you don't live through a second encounter!"

The uproar in the chamber was almost deafening. A full body binder curse was placed on Pettigrew, while Dumbledore tried to restore order. Sylvia hissed in Harry's ear, trying to calm him. When order was restored, Amelia turned to Harry and said, "Thank you Mr. Potter. You may step down."

Harry nodded and took himself and Sylvia back to the chair he had been sitting in before. Amelia took a moment to steady herself and said, "We have heard what occurred to unmask Mr. Pettigrew. At that time, Albus Dumbledore in his capacity as Headmaster requested Professor Severus Snape contact my office and request my presence. Mr. Pettigrew was questioned under Veritaserum. During this questioning he admitted to having betrayed the Potter's to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and to the murder of twelve muggles while framing Sirius Black for the crime. I remind the court again that such questioning is allowed as evidence when performed before myself and a high ranking member of the Wizengamot, in this case Chief Warlock Dumbledore.

"This questioning brought to light the innocence of Sirius Black for the crimes he was imprisoned for. Upon return to the Ministry I reopened the file and ordered Mr. Black's immediate transfer here for these proceedings. Upon further review of the case file, I noticed several irregularities. The cause of death for the twelve muggles was listed as 'Unknown.' Also, while Mr. Black was sent to Azkaban on the weight of a full confession, there is no record that such a confession actually took place. Only that it was witnessed by the Auror who brought him in," Amelia said.

She turned to the witness stands and said, "I call Auror Rufus Scrigemore to the stand."

A tall, well dressed man approached. He stood before the assembled witches and wizards, and Harry could swear he was nervous. The man didn't show it however as Amelia said, "Is this your signature?"

Amelia showed Scrigemore the file. The man could do nothing but say, "Yes, it is."

"Would you enlighten us why there is no full record of the confession Sirius Black allegedly gave you?"

"It must have been lost. It was ten years ago," Scrigemore said with a straight face.

"Really, then perhaps you can answer why there is no record of a Priori Incantum being performed on Mr. Black's wand," Amelia challenged.

"There was no need. The man gave us a full confession," Scrigemore answered.

"So you didn't bother with a full and proper investigation because of an alleged confession which we have only your word occurred?" Amelia asked.

Scrigemore didn't answer. Amelia continued, "You were just out of training at the time of Black's arrest, were you not?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Then would you tell me why, even with a full confession, you failed to bring him before this court for trial and sentencing?" Amelia asked.

Scrigemore didn't answer. Amelia shook her head, "You're signature is on the transfer orders placing Mr. Black in the custody of Azkaban Prison. Did you take it upon yourself to act as judge, jury, and executioner for Mr. Black?"

"Of course not," Scrigemore said, his voice sounding angered and insulted.

"And yet there is no record of him having appeared in a court of law. There is no record of formal charges being brought against him. There is no record of this alleged confession. And your blood signature is all over all the paper work. Were this brought before me, I would never have allowed you to even hold him, let alone send him away," Amelia said.

"You don't get it. He confessed, kept going on about how he had failed the Potter's. He was the only one there that survived that massacre. All we found of Pettigrew was his finger. We didn't NEED to waste time with a trial," Scrigemore said.

"We?"

Scrigemore suddenly looked very tired. He knew he was beaten, but said nothing. Amelia said, "You have already admitted to misconduct in your station as Auror. Your career is already finished, and you yourself face prosecution on charges of falsifying reports and false arrest. The penalties for these crimes together is no less then ten years in Azkaban. Lying to the court brings with it another ten years, and I promise you, should you fail to answer, or answer falsely I will make sure they are served consecutively. That's twenty years as guest of the Dementors. Who told you to bury the case, and send Sirius Black to Azkaban without proper trial?"

Scrigemore started Fudge right in the eye and said, "The order came down from MoM Bagnold, Barty Crouch, and was delivered to me by then Undersecretary Fudge."

The outrage in the room was palatable. Once again order was not easily restored. Amelia then said, "You have disgraced the Auror Corps with your actions. Regardless of how your trial turns out, you will be removed from your position, and forfeit any and all benefits and pensions. You are dismissed Mr. Scrigemore."

Amelia took a moment to calm herself. Adjusting the monocle she wore she said, "This is why we are investigating the MoM's office. This is a grievous act of misconduct on the part of the MoM, and has been carried on for the last ten years. Sirius Black's only crime that day was surviving, and for it, in a ploy to make it appear as if the guilty were being punished, sent away without so much as a chance to defend himself.

"As no charges were originally brought against him, the DMLE is demanding that Sirius Black be released immediately. The charges for twelve counts of murder, Accessory to Murder, and Accessory to Commit are formally placed against Peter Pettigrew. We also ask that Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge be held, pending a full investigation of his office, and former Minister Bagnold and Barty Crouch Sr. brought in for trial on charges of gross misconduct and false arrest."

Dumbledore nodded and then spoke, "We await your findings in your investigation, Madam Bones. Such grievous crimes must be answered for, and justice must be served. As no formal charges were brought before us concerning Sirius Black by the DMLE, or any other office of the Ministry of Magic, there is nothing to vote on as it relates to his freedom. As Chief Warlock, I order him released immediately, his name cleared and a formal retraction and apology issued immediately. It is not nearly enough for what he has suffered, and not nearly enough can be done to set right what happened. The tragedy of that night at Godric's Hollow has simply been compounded by this."

It was almost as if he hadn't heard what was said. Sirius seemed to be purely stunned as his restraints were removed from him. The poor man looked down and started rubbing his wrists. He stood and looked around. Amelia turned to him and said, "Mr. Black, you are free to go."

Sirius didn't say a word, and was lead out of the courtroom by Remus Lupin and Arthur Weasley. Harry felt sorry for the poor man. He had lost his best friends and then sent away for having handed them over to a murder. Harry couldn't imagine what Black must have gone through these last ten years. It was a dark side to this world he had found himself in, and he wasn't sure he liked it.

There was some talk about procedure and another pending session of the gathered. Harry was relieved that he would not be required for that, his part in this already played. When he was dismissed he went straight to his family and smiled. Sylvia wrapped herself around his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. Marcus gave her a pat on the head.

"Who knew just telling the truth about what you saw could be so stressful," Harry said.

"It's the eyes staring at you that does it, combined with the nature of events. You handled it as well as anyone could," David said.

Marcus nodded, "Of course, I was under the impression that the Wizengamot was the body that wrote wizarding law. I didn't think they were the judiciary here."

"I'll have to ask Dumbledore to clear that up for me later. So much to learn about this society, so little time," Harry said.

Marcus stalled for a moment, and then asked, "So, should we keep calling you James or would you prefer to be called by Harry?"

Harry chuckled, "Now there is a weird coincidence isn't it. My real name turning out to be Harold James and you naming me James Harold."

David shrugged, "You looked like a James at the time."

"I guess it's just one of the many things I got to deal with," Harry said.

The blond man Harry had seen when he came up to them and said, "You should simply get used to being Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived is a bit of a celebrity. You'll find that decision made for you as soon as the press gets the word out. Lucius Malfoy, head of House Malfoy."

"Sir, are you Draco's father?"

"Yes, I understand you and he got off on the wrong foot," Lucius said.

"It's not everyday that a kid you don't know comes up and challenges you to a duel," Harry said.

Lucius chuckled, "I will have to speak to him about his tact. He has his mothers flare for the dramatic. Good luck to you, Mr. Potter."

Lucius turned and exited the court room. Sylvia hissed, "He tastes poisonous. He is not as bland and empty as his offspring. He is much more dangerous, and bares much caution when in his presence."

"Why am I not surprised?"

Marcus whispered to Harry, "He seemed a piece of work, didn't he."

"He's right though. I guess I better get used to people calling me by my birth name. Still, I prefer James to Harry," Harry said.

David couldn't help himself, "Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a magician!"

Rose smacked him again while the boys couldn't help but laugh at their father's antics. Rose pulled Harry into a hug and said, "No matter what name you go by, you are still my son and a part of our family."

Harry smiled and returned the hug, "Thanks Mum."

Harry and Albus were walking through Diagon Alley. Harry's adopted family had to return to their normal lives, but insisted that he write them as soon as he could. It had been a hard day, and it seemed that word of Harry Potter's reappearance had already spread to the public. They were set upon almost immediately once they stepped out of the Ministry. The questions, the lights of camera flashes going off, it was rather overwhelming. Dumbledore protected him as much as he could from the limelight, but even the great wizard was forced to bow before public interest. Harry just let the Professor speak for him, thinking it might be the safest thing to do.

One of the reasons for their stroll through Diagon Alley had been to try to put things into perspective. They still had a good portion of the day left to them, and Albus didn't want to simply through Harry back into the maelstrom that would be class. They had a late lunch at a pleasant establishment, which also afforded them an amount of privacy to discuss other things.

"Did they know? About the prophesy?" Harry asked.

Albus nodded, "I told them myself. You must understand though, that prior to their murder it could have meant another child. The Longbottom's and the Potter's were not happy when I told them. It did not help that one of Voldemort's spies had heard the first line of the prophesy. He knew that one of the children born at that time to parents that had escaped and defied him three times would be his undoing. He didn't know that he himself would choose his own nemesis."

"What happened to the Longbottom's then? I know Neville lives with his Grandmother."

"A group of Death Eaters captured and tortured them to the point of insanity. I have tried everything in my knowledge to undo the damage, but I must admit I fear they will never be whole again," Albus said. He became very interested in his pudding as Harry sipped a glass of pumpkin juice.

"I got off lucky then," Harry said.

"Really?" Albus asked, interested in the boys meaning.

"I don't remember them except for what you told me so far. I now know that I was dumped by the people you trusted to tend me, and not the people who bore me. And I know they died to keep me alive. I also have my adopted family to look to. Neville had to live knowing exactly what happened, and had to see his parents sitting there, but unable to do more then that. You ask me, they suffered a fate worse then death," Harry said.

Albus nodded, "Still, as long as they live there may yet be hope for them."

"Maybe. But with all of that tragedy, I suppose it's a good thing Neville doesn't have to carry the burden. That's on me," Harry fell deep into thought, idly stroking Sylvia's scales.

Dumbledore knew something else was bothering the boy. He asked, "Is it a burden?"

"You know the prophecy as well as I do. 'Neither can live while the other survives.' I don't think that just means we end up having to kill each other. I can't move on until this is done," Harry said.

"Perhaps, but nothing says you must ignore the rest of your life or distance yourself from those you care fore before that confrontation. You are still young, and the young should remember that they have all the time in the world. Use that time to enjoy life, and to remind yourself that it is a life worth fighting for," Albus said.

Harry smiled slightly and nodded, "I'll try to remember that sir."

"Now, perhaps a small lesson in dragons is in order."

Hermione sat with Ron at the Gryffindor table during the evening meal. She hadn't seen James or Dumbledore all day, and figured they were still attending business at the Ministry. When the owls came in with the Daily Prophet she was rather confused. It only usually came in the morning. Several students and teachers took copies and paid the owl.

Ron was looking over her left shoulder while Neville was looking over her right as she read. It seemed this was a special edition, and the news was so important it couldn't wait until the morning. The entire hall burst into excited muttering and whispers as those who had copies read the headlines.

Harry Potter Found! Frees Sirius Black!

Corruption and Misconduct by the Minister, Investigation Underway!

Peter Pettigrew Arrested and Charged!

Madam Amelia Bones calling for full investigation of all Ministry offices including DMLE!

Everyone in the hall, even the professors, were all shocked by what they read. The front page had a picture of James, who it seemed was now Harry, standing flanked by his family and Professor Dumbledore. There was one picture further in the paper of Sirius Black being released and standing with another man Hermione didn't recognize, but the caption identified as Remus Lupin.

"This is just astounding!" Hermione said.

"He just finds out he's Harry Potter and already he's making a mess for a lot of people," Ron said.

"My Grans sits on the Wizengamot. I've heard her complain time and again about how the Ministry needs a good cleaning. I guess she finally got her wish," Neville said.

Hermione was reading the article with rapt fascination.

Injustice and Redemption Before the Wizengamot

By: Rita Skeeter

In a stunning surprise session of the Wizengamot today, Madam Amelia Bones, Chief of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement began a massive inquiry into the affairs of the Ministry of Magic. The session was full of surprises and shocks for all who witnessed. The first was the revelation that Harry Potter, missing since shortly after his defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, had been found. This was confirmed by the Goblin Liaison's office, who placed the identification into the public record.

It was also rather stunning that the first order of business the Boy-Who-Lived tended to was that of the murder of his Parents James and Lily Potter. Harry Potter gave testimony before the Wizengamot of how he and his animal familiar had deduced that Peter Pettigrew still lived. This, combined with questioning of Pettigrew himself brought light to the unjust incarceration of Sirius Black. Sirius Black had been sent away to Azkaban Prison for a life sentence for having exploded twelve muggles and murdering the recently located Mr. Pettigrew.

Madam Bones immediately demanded Black's release when inconstancies with the case file were uncovered by her office. Black had never been formally charged, nor had he been brought before the Wizengamot for trial. These facts, combined with Pettigrew's interrogation, lead Madam Bones to demand the immediate release of Mr. Black from Azkaban Prison. Chief Warlock Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwart's School for Wizarding and Witchcraft, agreed and summarily released Sirius Black form custody.

The fall out from today's events will be felt for many months to come. Madam Bones in a statement said, "If the Minister of Magic is allowed to circumvent the Wizengamot in matters of justice then there is something terribly wrong. The Ministry of Magic is tasked with protecting the interests of the entire Wizarding Community. If we can not trust it to show proper respect to our laws when a situation like this arises for political concerns, we can not trust it to protect us from anything."

In a scathing statement to the Wizengamot, Madam Bones notified the assembled wizards and witches that her office would be conducting a full investigation of the office of the Minister of Magic as well as every department within the Ministry. Current Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge and his Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge were both being held in DMLE custody at time of printing and unavailable to comment.

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"This is going to shake the entire wizarding world up to no end," Hermione said.

"Strange that though. Harry Potter defeats You-Know-Who at only three months old and then disappears for ten years. Then as soon as he's found all of this starts up. It's like he's a magnet for trouble," Ron said.

"Ron, you sound almost like you are upset he got an innocent man freed," Hermione scolded.

"Innocent man? Everyone knew Black was guilty!" Ron tried to object.

"Then everyone was wrong! You were there with all of us last night when Pettigrew admitted to it under that truth serum Professor Snape brought."

Ron shook his head. Before they could continue McGonagall stood up and addressed the school, "I'm sure you are all now well aware of what has occurred today. I implore you all to retain a modicum of self control when Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Potter return tonight. Mr. Potter has much to come to terms with, including learning of how his parents died. It would be best to treat him as you always have before now. Aside from his name, nothing has changed. Any questions can be answered by your heads of house. Understand that this is in fact his personal business and not subject to any interest by the students of this school. If I hear of any harassment I will ensure the perpetrators are dealt with harshly."

The three children sighed, "I suppose that takes care of the riff-raff. At least I hope it does," Hermione said.

Neville just shook his head, "Are you kidding? The rumor mill is going to go double time because of it."

All three couldn't deny that. Ron raised his chin, indicating the Slytherin Table, "What do you suppose that lot is thinking?"

"I don't know, and I don't think I want to," Hermione answered.

Authors Notes: Yes, this story has references to both Doctor Who and Babylon 5 with some of the names. For those who are observant, you might figure out why I decided to use the first name of the actor who played Doctor 10. Please, place your guesses in the reviews.

Just because things started off better for the boy all said and done, does not mean everything will be better. Sometimes when things become their brightest, it only makes the darkness that much harder to see through.