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Amelia was in shock as the flames in the girl's eyes went out, but Cassandra still looked furious.

"I'll be there at his trial. Once announced guilty, he will not be sent to Azkaban. I have something far worse in mind for him. He has separated two children from their families and sentenced one to a life of pain and torment with his so called relatives. I will be punishing him. It is my right and duty as the Ghost Rider. Or would you rather I killed any Auror you put in my path and then torture him in front of the Ministry of Magic, because here's the thing. The Ghost Rider is well known by Muggles. I don't have to abide by the statute of Secrecy as the Ghost Rider, and me punishing him in the open would reveal all the witches and wizards around the globe. And you don't want that, do you? So what do you say? Wanna make a deal?"

She asked, her already dark eyes turning completely black as she offered her hand.

"A fair trial for Peter Pettigrew in return for me punishing him as I see fit right there in the council room, or I destroy every auror you put in my path and punish him in public."

Amelia blinked, knowing that she had no choice but to agree to the teen's terms, a firm shake of the hand and Amelia felt her magic pull towards the teen to seal the deal. Peter was trembling, but when Cassandra finally let go and walked away, Amelia felt a slight sickness in her stomach as she dragged Pettigrew away, arranging for his trial to be that weak and for one of the aurors to tell the Ghost Rider the time and date of his trial. Seeing that the school year would be coming to a close, she made sure the girl had a position at the trial, and Amelia put Pettigrew in an animagus proof holding cell, making sure all the paperwork was done. All the while feeling as if she was being very closely monitored.

A few weeks later, Cassandra was getting ready to go to Pettigrew's trial, Sirius walking beside her in his animagus form. Cassandra however was burning with adrenaline. Though she was a little upset about having to forgo her usual leather outfit for a pair of black dress pants, dress shoes, a black button down shirt, black blazer, and a blood red tie. She was wearing cufflinks, which were solidified shrunken skulls souls of two psychopathic murderers who tortured their victims for hours, days, and sometimes even weeks before killing them. Her hair was done back in an incredibly classy braid, and her dark eyes were scanning the area around her. When she entered the courtroom and stood silently in the shadows, watching as Pettigrew was dragged into the courtroom, tested under veritaserum, and forced to admit what he did to the muggles, the Potters, various other halfblood and muggle born families, and to tell the room of the Death Eaters who had escaped by claiming imperious curse, along with telling them which death eaters actually were.

Needless to say, he was voted guilty and Cassandra morphed into the Ghost Rider, seconding their verdict before lashing out with her chain and grabbing Pettigrew, throwing him into the air before grabbing him and slamming him back onto the ground with the chain again, using it to held him still as she forced his eyes open and simply stared, Penance Stare's affect making itself known as Peter started to scream, feeling the pain of everyone who he'd ever hurt. The pain of every innocent he'd ever killed. She let him suffer for a while before raising her hand and touching him, watching as hellfire raced through his veins without killing him. Not quite yet.

As the assembled purebloods watched, Cassandra lifted Peter into the air once again with her chain, and with a solid stamp of her foot she opened a portal directly into the Underworld, a quick flick of her wrist and Peter was gone, his final screams being absorbed the screams of the spirits already in the Underworld as they ripped him apart.

The room was silent for a moment as Cassandra, still being the Ghost Rider, looked around the room, her chain at the ready for more spirits to punish. Amelia was in shock at just how effectively the girl had tortured and killed Peter.

"All in favor of Sirius Black being announced innocent?"

She asked, Cassandra raised her chain a bit, and almost immediately the entire room agreed to it, and the Ghost Rider simply turned and walked away as the last of the paperwork was signed and the Daily Profit got the word out that Sirius Black was an innocent man, as was, to the shock of almost everyone present, Bellatrix Lestrange, who had been under several maddening and compulsory loyalty potions that made her into the woman she had become.

Of course she was moved to the mental health ward at St. Mungo's Hospital and was having the effects of the potions she'd been on for the past several years removed with hope for a full recovery.

Rick looked at his friend when she came in.

"The Rider returns! Good job with getting Sirius announced innocent. And your Mum. Are you going to visit her?"

Cassandra thought about it, sitting on the couch in the living room of the manor she and her friends had moved into. Harry and Selene having gone shopping with Tonks, who's new apartment was right down the street.

"Maybe when she recovers enough to have an actual conversation, or at the very least form her own opinions. She's pretty much an insane vegetable right now.

"Ouch. That's gotta hurt. What about your Dad?"

Cassandra relaxed.

"With all the fighting going on right now he's got a lot of souls to torture and a lot more to prepare to torture. He's busy."

Rick nodded and gave her a pat on the back, sitting next to her as they turned on the TV. Watching the news for a while, Cassandra, smiled a bit.

"As usual, over 900 channels and nothing worth watching on TV. Don't you hate when that happens?"

Rick rubbed his chin, as if in thought.

"I do believe I now know why we're all violent and aggressive."

Cassandra looked at him.

"And why do you think that Rick?"

Rick looked at her for a moment than looked at their TV.

"You said it, 900 channels, nothing is on, we're used to being active, we're pretty much boring ourselves."

Cassandra leaned back.

"I didn't even think it was possible to get bored with two voices in my head. They argue so much it's like an everlasting sitcom."

Rick looked at her.

"Cassandra? Do note that I really do worry about you."

Cassandra laughed.

"I worry about me too, don't worry about it."

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