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"Naruto is in denial about Sasuke," parseltongue.

"Sasuke totally wants to f**k Naruto," emphasis.


Spider - 8

Chapter Eight


If there was one thing that Kingsley hated in the world it would be paperwork. He absolutely detested it. The work was tedious and boring, he had to sit in a stiff gray chair checking through tons of information.

No matter how "organized" the Ministry claimed to be they always managed to make mistakes on the simplest things. If it weren't for the paperwork a lot of witches and wizards would be fined or sentenced unfairly. Currently Kingsley was doing the yearly Azkaban paperwork for the inmates.

It was necessary job that made sure nobody had fucke-, excuse his language, made a major mistake in sending an innocent person to the worst place on Earth. So far every slip of paper he had received were fine.

Some of which he was glad for like Bellatrix LeStrange or her husband Rodolphus LeStrange. The names he had shuffled through he hadn't seen or heard about them since the late 1950's to early sixties. Most of them though had the bright red lettering of 'Deceased' on top of their profiles yet their ghosts still roamed their cells.

He tried to suppress an urge to shiver, Azkaban was the worst place to be and die. When you died, your body was most likely thrown into the icy sea surrounding prison like fortress. If you paid the guards a hefty amount, they would either burn the body giving their family the ashes or dig a shallow grave.

Kingsley disliked thinking about it or even going near the place. The Dementors that guarded the overall fortress sucked up all the happiness he ever had. Their presence was just dreadful. A frown marred his face, he shouldn't be thinking of such things.

He was almost done with the work. He just had a few more papers left then he wouldn't see them until next year. Kingsley shuffled through old names like Malfoys, Parkinson, LeStrange, Crabbe, Goyle, and Black! The Blacks were a fairly diminished clan. Not many had the last name, and all that did were dead or had changed it.

Taking the paper out if the stack he scanned the page. Sirius Orion Black, his current age was thirty-two. He was in Azkaban was killing twelve muggles as well as ultimately leading to James' and Lily's death. He was sentenced for a lifetime in Azkaban. Scrolling down he glanced at picture of a crazed Sirius before looking at his trial information.

Sirius was put on trial by a jury of fifteen and the judge Gabriel Peters. Dumbledore also bore as witness against Sirius Black. The trial took place on November 1st 1981 it lasted for three hours. At the very end Sirius was found guilty of all charges, there onsite he was transported to his awaiting cell.

Kingsley admitted that there was a stunning amount of evidence against Sirius, although they tried him like a muggle. Evidence could be misleading no matter how good it was especially in the Wizarding World. There were no records for using a Pensive or even the use of Legilimency.

There was nothing at all. He checked through several papers for a reference, everybody else had others means to prove them entirely guilty. Sirius had none of those. He didn't even have a defense.

Cursing under his breath, Kingsley took out his wand pointing toward the papers; with a single swish the papers began filing themselves. Grabbing Sirius' paper he checked it once more to make sure that Sirius was truly tried unfairly. Everything was still as it was.

He almost wished he had indeed made a mistake, but it was there in clear writing. The writing couldn't be altered in anyway as it was written in permanent ink that would show through even the strongest concealing charms. The sad truth was that Sirius Black had been in prison eleven long years for crimes he may not have committed.

Enduring those horrible creatures known as dementors, meals that just barely kept you alive, and living quarters that were just non-livable. He had seen the rags that Azkaban gave their prisoners; they barely protected you from the natural elements or even kept the body somewhat warm. Then there was the matter of various unspeakable actions that happened in Azkaban.

Kingsley was amazed that Sirius was alive and considerably sane after all this time.

People in Azkaban typically lasted three-fours years with six years at the most. Striding toward the fireplace, he stepped in letting the light green flames cover his body. The Minister's of Magic office clearly seen in his mind.

In a split second his body was being lifted up before suddenly moving toward the right, moving downwards once, pulled toward the right once again and then being dropped suddenly. Kingsley dusted some soot off his purple robes before standing up, exiting the fireplace.

Pushing a determined expression on his face, he moved toward the Minister's desk waiting to be acknowledged. Cornelius Fudge, a small, stout man that looked to be in his late fifties or early sixties, a man who was easily swayed in the face of danger he only cared about his image as the Minister of Magic. The man was certainly a piece of work, currently though; he was looking over a proposal of a treaty.

The treaty between Lycans and Wizards, that gave equal rights and treatments to the Lycan community just as Wizards. Any discrimination from Wizards would result in charges pressed against them to the furthest extent of the law. The treaty would never pass; it would not be well received amongst the wizards of the community. There would be an uproar, a move to undoubtedly veto the treaty before it would be even enacted. What was Fudge supposed to do?

It was his job, no, his to duty as the Minister of Magic to maintain happiness throughout all the magical races. The treaty though would make one race happy while another race extremely angry. On a particular side of the balance it held way more weight. The other side barely weighed anything at all.

Fudge decided that it was best if he rejected the treaty it was better for everybody. He muttered an incendio watching the paper burn with disinterest. When all that left was ashes he swept it away, finally meeting eyes with one of his best Aurors.

Kingsley Shacklebolt.

If he remembered correctly, Kingsley had been assigned to do the yearly Azkaban paperwork inspection. It was a bit early in time to be completely done, but Kingsley always had managed to surprise him. "The usual, I presume." Fudge stated looking at him with expected eyes.

Kingsley shook his head, stepping closer to the desk with a paper in hand. Placing the paper on the desk, Kingsley muttered a few protective charms on it, it wouldn't be good if the Minister burned or destroyed the paper.

Fudge raised a single gray eyebrow at the object, Kingsley only ushered for him to read it. Picking the paper up, he immediately recognized the name Sirius Black.

He remembered the cold chill that nipped at his skin on that particular October night, eleven years ago. Himself along with about five Aurors had surrounded a one Sirius Black standing in the center of a large crater. A single blackened thumb sat beside Sirius' feet.

He remembered asking Sirius a couple questions, but he hadn't answered a single one. Instead he had given Fudge a maniacal grin, repeating the phrase, "You'll never find him. You'll NEVER find him!" The night bled into the morning with Sirius captured and detained safely.

A short trial was given, and then he was carted off to Azkaban. Fudge had thought that would be the last he heard of Black, but he was wrong. Reading carefully, he knew most of all the information on the paper.

Staring at the trial information, he gulped at what he saw. Sirius Black was not given a fair trial. They had quite possibly put an innocent man in the worst prison ever created.

Kingsley watched as Fudge picked up his wand, pointing at the paper a lot of force and power behind his incendio. The paper smoked a little, but disappeared as quickly as it came. Trying yet another spell and another they didn't work.

Glaring fiercely at Kingsley, Fudge growled, "Get rid of whatever you placed on it." Kingsley shook his head, a frown in place.

"Did you know?" He asked.

"No, I didn't, but this is clearly for the greater good." Fudge responded taking a page out of Albus' book. If the press found out about this his image as Minister of Magic would be ruined. Not just that, they, the Ministry, would be forced to answer so many questions and concerns.

He could just see the many newspapers defacing the name of the Ministry before his very eyes. It wouldn't be beneficial in the slightest if word got out. It mattered not if Black was innocent or not. They sentenced him that was that. Black was an example to the many distressed people of the magical community. Black showed that any Dark Wizards who served under You-Know-Who or practiced the Dark Arts would be caught and put away.

He internally apologized to Black and countless others, but they all had to take one for the team. The Azkaban Paperwork Inspection was for show to appease the ever-persistent questioners that the Ministry always seemed to have.

"I will not fight you on this. You are going to let an innocent man rot in Azkaban; acts such as these could be considered treason. It is my duty to put you in custody if that is true."

Fudge scoffed loudly, "I have in-," The balding old man said as stood up trying to appear intimidating.

"I know you don't, so you can drop the act. If I were you I would just do what I say and follow without question." Kingsley said, barely blinking before summoning Fudge's wand to himself.

The Minister continued to glare harshly at the black man, but Kingsley stared him down. "What shall I do?" He finally relented.

Kingsley chuckled deeply; Fudge truly was a spineless creature that only cared for himself. "For starters call Rita Skeeter and make sure to pay her well, I have a job for her. I only want the truth for this edition of the Daily Prophet. Second, call a trial into session a day or two from now. I suspect Sirius would want to recover a bit and want this done as soon as possible.

Third, grab your things, we're going to Azkaban." Kingsley laughed loudly at Fudge's startled expression. He clamped tightly on Fudge's shoulder while simultaneously locking on to the paper; they were gone with a mixture of gray and purple.

Appearing right outside the entrance of the foreboding prison. Fudge tried his hardest to maintain a neutral face, but when he glanced down the rocky cliff he saw turbulent seas. The water was crashing violently against the prison base causing small tremors beneath their feet. As he stared at the ocean, he could hear the loud whispers around him, calling him, wanting him to join them.

They wanted him!

The sky was fixed in a permanent thunderstorm. Large clouds painted a dark gray moved across the sky together, never showing a hint of the bright blue sky. The feel of fear, despair, and agony formed a cocoon around him.

Fudge moved closer toward the ledge.

He could hear all the friends and family he had lost in the war, they were the whispers. They were all counting on him to save them. He failed though; he should die like the rest of them had. A foot over the ledge, he was about to tumble before Kingsley grabbed him by the shoulders.

Moving him away from the ledge, he watched as Kingsley yelled, "Expecto Patronoum," A silvery wisp came from his wand turning into a sleek lynx. It growled loudly, running toward the mass of dementors Fudge now noticed.

"Were they always there?" He asked Kingsley who had put his wand away. He nodded absentmindedly, focusing on the incantations he had to say to enter Azkaban. Minutes later the area surrounding Kingsley and Fudge flickered a golden color, allowing them to enter.

Kingsley's lynx lead them to the Azkaban's main office. Kingsley snapped his fingers once he appeared at office door, entering he saw two officers playing Exploding Snap. Both of them had deep circles around their eyes with a sickly pale skin tone. He coughed loudly to capture their attention. "How can I help you today?" Dennis, the top officer asked, not bothering to look up from his game.

"We are here to release Sirius Orion Black, it seems there was a mistake." Kingsley replied, handing the paper to Dennis who glanced up in unveiled surprise.

"The Minister has allowed it, that document you hold in your hand is prove of the mistake." Dennis handed the paper back, staring intensely at the Minister and Kingsley. The document looked real enough and this particular Azkaban office, which was filled with all the keys and information on any given cellmate had a large enchantment like the Thief's Downfall in Gringotts.

Any person coming here under Polyjuice or another way to hide their features, it would come undone. Kingsley and Fudge had passed through without a problem.

Dennis turned to his left, grabbing a small golden key with number #426 engraved on it. Whispering to his partner who only grunted, Dennis led them to Sirius' cell.

A small tropical bird patronous walked in front of them effectively warding away lingering dementors. For a few minutes they walked until they stopped at a rusted cell. Muttering a precautionary, "Stand back," Dennis opened the door.

Not at all surprised to see a ragged black dog lying on the ground, Dennis went over to kick it awake. The dog barked angrily, it bared its sharp canine teeth in warning. The dog's body was tensed, ready to attack before it's grey eyes spotted Kingsley and Fudge.

In an instant the dog morphed into a man about 6'1. The grey-brown prisoner outfit he wore hung off his malnourished body. His face was sunken in while his facial hair was wild and bushy. "Have you come to taunt me?" He rasped.

"No, it appears as if we made a grave mistake in sending you here." Kingsley said, while Fudge nodded in agreement.

Sirius only stared blankly. So, they had finally figured it out. He wondered if they had caught the real killer and double-crosser.

"We have come to take you out of prison and be put you on trial yet again. This time actually having a chance to prove your innocence."

Sirius continued to stare.

Kingsley smiled bitter sweetly before saying, "If you are proved innocent, you get to see your godson. He's just been introduced to the Wizarding world from what I've heard."

A glint of eagerness appeared in Sirius' eyes.

"Pup?" He uttered, a small smile on his face. The image of a happy gurgling baby boy with vivid green eyes appeared in his mind. He was going to see Harry again.


Two months had passed without anything particularly interesting happening. Through the months, Harry and Beyond had fallen into a sort of cycle.

Everyday they would wake up early in the morning so Beyond could sneak back into his common room without getting caught. Beyond and Harry would both meet each other three times a day, sometimes four or five. Depending on if it was Wednesday and if they actually had to use the library for homework assignments.

After that they would end the day together in Harry's common room. Blaise and Daphne had slowly but surely made their way into Harry's and Beyond's life. They would be the only ones able to approach the duo without the blatant ignoring or deadly glares directed at them.

Many students tried had tried to get close to Harry and Beyond they never got very far. Several students had ended up in the infirmary as a babbling mess with several burns on their arms and faces as a painful lesson.

Whenever Madam Pompfrey had questioned them on it, they all grew silent refusing to speak. Soon she had just stopped questioning altogether leaving it at that. Several times the Headmaster tried to talk to them, but they still wouldn't budge. There was no evidence from their attackers either.

Eventually the school had just left them alone. Harry and Beyond were fine with that as far as they were concerned their classmates were just there. They held no importance in their eyes. They only had to be tolerable of them.

This morning, Beyond and Harry were sitting at the Slytherin table along with Blaise and Daphne. Blaise, Harry, and Beyond were all watching with Daphne carefully. They were waiting with bated breath for Daphne to finish something off her plate. She was very a scary person early in the morning when she didn't finish at least one thing off her plate.

A cough from behind Harry made Daphne stop her eating, glaring at the entity behind Harry. He turned around to face a shy sixth-year Ravenclaw girl. Quickly handing the note to him, Harry only quirked an eyebrow opening it.

Reading its contents he frowned deeply, "The Headmaster wants to see me, it says it's very important and he really likes Lemon Drops."

"So, should I go?" Harry asked Beyond. The older boy didn't say anything for a couple of minutes. He didn't remember anything that would set the Headmaster off at all in recent times. So, it should be nothing, but the note did say it was important.

"I think you should go be careful though. If he tries anything just call my name. I'll be there in a heartbeat." Harry nodded.

Getting up, he headed toward the Headmaster's office. Arriving at a stone gargoyle, he wondered if he should say something. What should he say?

The Headmaster did like that particular candy. "Umm, Lemon Drops?" The gargoyle moved, twisting till it revealed a staircase. Climbing the stairs he met Dumbledore who was already waving him closer.

Taking nervous steps toward him, he stood just a foot away. "Take a seat, my boy." Harry already didn't like where this was going but took a seat anyway. Dumbledore stared at Harry thoughtfully, rubbing his beard while sucking on a lemon drop.

"Would you like one, they are quite good. I find them quite good to use when having unsavory thoughts." Dumbledore said, pushing a silver bowl filled with candies toward Harry.

Harry only shook his head staying silent. Dumbledore only smiled good-naturedly grabbing one for himself.

"Did the orphanage ever tell you that you had a godfather?" He asked.

Harry shook his head, suspicion forming in the pit of his stomach.

"It is understandable that you weren't told, you do have a godfather. He would have had custody of you, but he was taken to Azkaban for killing a dozen muggles and giving away your parents' secret location resulting in their death. Apparently though the trial was a misconduct, he is set for a re-trial." Dumbledore elaborated, choosing his words carefully.

Harry showed no emotion on his face but his eyes told a different story. Dumbledore smiled slightly, this was good maybe this could work in his favor. "If Sirius is proved innocent, you will get to stay with him. He will become your legal guardian." He continued.

"..."

"Harry, he wants you back. He intends to take you back. You will no longer live in the orphanage-," A mixture of horror and absolute fear showed on Harry's face.

Much like Harry's first night, he started trembling, his mind was turmoil, "He can't. He won't, he killed people didn't he? There couldn't be any mistake. He won't be able to touch me...I...Be... he couldn't... I need..." Harry started to babble, pulling at his robes sleeves trying to make sense of what might happen.

Dumbledore got up from his seat, moving toward Harry with concern in his eyes; he tried to put a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder but he violently flinched away. Dumbledore frowned. Did Harry have some sort of Anxiety Disorder?

Why, he would look into that later, right now Harry needed to calm down. It wouldn't do any good if Harry fainted again. "Harry, please calm down. There was a large amount of evidence for Black. He will pay for his crimes, trust me Harry. Dumbledore tried to soothe, putting a grandfather-like smile on his face.

Harry shaking toned down, nodding shakily he got up from his seat. "When is the trial?" Harry asked.

"Tomorrow morning." Dumbledore said back on his seat watching Harry carefully. The boy nodded stiffly.

"Is that all," Harry said rather abruptly wishing nothing more to get out of the office. All of this was taking a toll on his mind. He just wanted out!

"Yes, that is all," Harry nodded before quickly walking toward the exit, Dumbledore stopped him in mid-step. "Harry, if you ever wish to talk I am here."

Harry didn't reply instead he gave another stiff nod in Dumbledore's direction exiting the office. As soon as he was in the hallway alone Harry let out a deep breath. There was no one around him at this moment, right now he needed his Beyond.

"Beyond," Harry breathed. Mere seconds passed before Harry felt two arms around his midsection; a warm body against his own.

"You called?" Beyond said, wondering what was so wrong that made Harry completely stiff in his embrace.