The trial they had was very different from the Muggle one, despite the basics being the same.
The remains of the finger were brought forward, as well as a Goblin placing the papers showing Sirius' Lordship.
Then, Sirius was brought in.
Harry's first thought was the man looked very scraggy and withdrawn, though then he raised his eyes, silver growing wide at the sight of the girl, and he stopped himself from being dragged, quickly moving to walk himself to the black chair at the heart of the room.
Straps had shot out as soon as he sat down, but Sirius black only showed his distaste with a slight flinch.
"Always so tight..." he grumbled.
"Sirius Orion Black, you have been brought here today on charges of aiding the Dark Lord and Casting Magic in the presence of Muggles, what do you plead?"
"I plead not guilty; it's about bloody time I got a trial!" Sirius replied.
"Sirius, Harry." Remus' voice followed.
"Oops," the smirk in Sirius' voice said otherwise.
"Bring forth the evidence," Cornelius Fudge's voice was nazal, sounding like the man had accidentally been sucking some mad concoction of drugs to make his voice crackle oddly at points.
Harry didn't like him, especially with the weasel that sat on his desk, tail swishing as it watched the events of the trial with a grin.
After a time, one of the Aurors finally pulled back the sleeves on Sirius' tattered jacket and shirt, revealing clear - if not muddy - skin.
"No mark."
Hushed whispers spread around the room.
Sirius Black had been falsley imprisoned for six - almopst seven - years.
The ministry was going to be held accountable.
"What about The Rat?"
Sirius' question has all eyes flying to him.
"Who?"
"Pettigreew!" Sirius snarled. "Not only was Harry taken from me by Hagrid to hand over to Dumbledore, Petigrew effectively framed me, and is out there somewhere in his animagus form!"
"Animagus?" Dudley asks, moving forward in his seat.
"James, Pettigrew and I successfully learnt how to become Animagi during our second year, I'm a Grim, James was a Stag, Pettigrew was a Rat, we were Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail in the Marauders group we formed... Of course, we didn't know Pettigrew was a slimy gi- idiot at the time; he was also in Gryffindor, somehow." Sirius growled the last bit, "A better Slytherin than Gryffindor, if you ask me."
"Mr Remus Lupin?"
Remus stood.
"Can you back his claim?"
"Yes; Pettigrew tended to just tail us during our time at Hogwarts, he also has used his Animagus for in the past to escape when Sirius and James would get into an argument over homework, I believe the only thing keeping him in Gryffindor is how compulsive he was," Remus stated, taking a breath, "They became Animagi because I'm a Werewolf, they didn't want to leave me alone with myy... Problem."
Silence fell for only a few moments, before further murmuring spread around with renewed vigour - what kind of man decides to go into such danger with a Dark heart?
"Silence in the Court! The Wizengamot shall now come to their final decision about the accused!" Fudge quickly snapped...
When they finally got to see Sirius after a nearly full "not-guilty" vote, he'd straight away pulled Harry close, nose burying in her hair, as he's sitting up in a St Mungo's bed.
"You've been treating her well?" he demanded.
"Apart from Vernon, yes," Petunia replied, "I don't know what that monster did to Harry, but if he comes near my children, he will learn the full capabilities of Muggles with access to both Muggle and Wizard artefacts."
"Curse?" Sirius asks, eyes widening.
"She sees our negativity as creatures that follow us around," Dudley replied flatly, not liking the close proximity.
The Healer entered, carrying a piece of parchment.
"Results say that other than the understandable malnourishment and insomniac tendencies, you are of generally sound mind and body... Or at least, close enough to previous descriptions for such a thing."
"So he can come home with us?" Harry asks, eager.
"As long as he comes for monthly check ups; strictly protocol, but unfortunately unavoidable."
There are distinct nods, and Sirius is told he's to be Padfoot unti at the house...
Harry certainly enjoys seeing the other form her Godfather has a handful of minutes later hen he's at her mercy in the living room to a tickle-and-petting afternoon as Petunia makes dinner...