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During Lockhart's next class for the second year Gryffindors and Slytherins, Varix appeared the moment they sat down and she knocked Lockhart unconscious. Said fool had just been going on and on about how he knew that Hagrid had been behind the attacks and how he tried to convince the gentle half-Giant to stop his dastardly deeds, when he was arrested. Varix, in a fit of annoyance, knocked him out and told the class that Hagrid wasn't Slytherin's Heir.

"Honestly, are you trying to tell me that you believe that Hagrid is the Heir of Slytherin?" she asked. It may have seemed mean, but truth nonetheless. Hagrid wasn't the brightest star in the sky and trying to claim that he was behind all of the drama was like trying to say that Americans didn't love fast food.

The students giggled a bit.

"This leads me to a lovely point right now. Your corrupted Ministry."

The students quieted down when they saw how serious she had gotten. Varix was reclining in her purple chair that she had summoned, looking around for a moment.

"So, fifty years ago, Hagrid was blamed for the chamber being opened. The Ministry, in order to look like they were doing something after a Muggleborn student was killed, decided to go with the word of the young man who brought the complaint forward. They did not investigate. They simply told him he was expelled and snapped his wand. It is only by Dumbledore's good graces, that Hagrid was allowed to remain on the grounds."

Harry's jaw was tense and he felt himself ready to snap at anyone.

"Again, your Ministry messes up. Hagrid was carted away to Azkaban without a trial. And any of you who were raised to know the laws of Magical Britain, you'd know that when someone is arrested, they must be given a trial. They then must be legally found guilty of the crime they were arrested for, before they can be shipped off to Azkaban. Your Ministry has a habit of imprisoning people without giving them trials which is against the law. A lot of innocent people are sitting in Azkaban Prison right now, because the Ministry can't be bothered to follow the laws."

Wide eyes all around.

"The records for the trials can be found in the Record Room in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. They cannot legally close any of the records. Not even the Minister has the power over that. All evidence is there. I have visited this lovely room and found several people who were carted right off to Azkaban without a trial and no proof that they were guilty. I'd advise you to write your parents to make doubly sure any family members aren't suffering unduly."

She saw a good amount of the Slytherin students sharing looks. Harry was looking determined, most likely thinking of Sirius.

"Now, I personally found several people who were imprisoned without a trial. I don't care if they were actually guilty, but the law is that they must have a trial and your government is being operated by a man who has broken that law several times. Now, can you trust someone who willingly ignores the laws?"

She had a plan in mind. In order to get an inquiry for Sirius Black, she'd have to get the attention of the Ministry and press. So, if there were already demands for trials and questionings going on, her demand wouldn't seem so out of place. Harry had the power as the heir to two Most Ancient and Noble Houses, to request trials, but Varix wanted to cause a lot of upheaval, so she planned to strike while the iron was hot!

This would also play into the unsealing of the Potter's Will.

"Your Minister is even pushing to have a law put in place that the Minister for Magical Britain, doesn't have to follow the law, if he doesn't want to."

Hermione's hand shot up. "Is he allowed to do that?"

Varix huffed a laugh. "He shouldn't be, but Cornelius Fudge has awarded himself an Order of Merlin, Second Class for every year he's been Minister. The public hasn't taken too well to that because he hasn't actually done any good for your society. In fact, Magical Britain's debt has risen ever since he was elected. On the International Scale of Wizarding Debt, Britain is tied for last place, with the United States of America, both at seven and a half billion Galleons, give or take a few as the numbers change daily. Coincidentally, Australia is at the top being only one Galleon in debt.

You can find these records in the Record Room as well if you don't believe me."

The students looked horrified.

A Slytherin raised his hand. He was dark-skinned like she was, but with green eyes. "Why are you telling us all of this?"

Varix smirked. "You need to learn to think for yourselves. Don't let the Daily Prophet tell you that Britain is the 'leading society of the wizarding world' to quote their last paper. That's a load of crap."

The Slytherins were nodding.

"Take it like this. Parseltongue is known in Britain because Salazar Slytherin spoke it. People here view it as an evil talent. Talking to a snake, isn't evil. Some people can talk to cats. The cat language is called Purrintongue. Is Purrintongue considered bad because the Dark Lady Sisi Whitby of Hufflepuff, spoke it and controlled felines in a way that would make your stomach roll?" she asked the class.

"A Hufflepuff Dark Lady?" Seamus Finnegan snorted, making some other Gryffindors laugh with him.

"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you. She would summon rats and mice and implant them into her captives, usually in the intestines. She'd then tell the cats to get them, by clawing her captives open in order to get to their meals. They'd bleed to death, while in excruciating pain."

Her small explanation made several students wretch all over the floor by their seats. With a snap of the fingers, the floor was clean once more.

"So you see, an old talent was used for horrible purposes. But then there are Animal Healers who speak various animal tongues, Purrintongue being one of them. They take care of animals. They're doing good with their abilities.

Like in India. India has the largest assortment of magical snakes in the world. Parselmouths are regarded as gods over there. They don't want to kill the snakes, because a lot of important potions must be made with their venom or the shed skin of the various snakes. Being able to communicate with serpents to get them to stop attacking people or to get them to comply with their wishes, is revered as a blessing. Do you know how many times a snake slithers into someone's bed over in India? And magical snakes are more resistant to spells, so trying to kill them will rile them up, and getting away becomes difficult."

The Malfoy boy frowned. "So then, why are we told certain things are bad? Why are they labeled as Dark?"

"Because there are people who can't do them!"

Varix popped off her chair, scaring some of the students with her sudden movement.

"As a fairy, your laws don't apply to be. When in the mortal realm, I only have to abide by the laws given to me by my queen, the Enchantress. Anything your government considers to be Dark and against the law, I can do if I want."

She grabbed the gilded letter opener from Lockhart's desk and stabbed her hand with it, making some of the students gasp.

"So this is a wound. I am going to heal it, with Dark Arts."

"You can heal with the Dark Arts?" Ron Weasley asked suddenly, looking confused.

"Yes. Dark is just a description of core magic. There is Light, Grey, and Dark. But Britain has twisted the meanings of Dark and Grey and made them into 'Evil'. The Dark Arts I'm using is an old form of Elvish from the Ebony Elves."

Placing her middle and index fingers over the wound, she closed her eyes and began to hum, her voice fluctuating through several pitches before calming down and ending with a low C.

She opened her eyes to see the students watching her, eyes wide.

"That was beautiful," Parvati Patil whispered, receiving several nods of agreement.

"Thank you," Varix smiled, showing the student's her now healed palm. She sat in her seat once more.

"That is something that went out of practice five centuries ago. The Ebony Elves were a branch of the High Elves. High Elves were known for saturating their words with magic. There were Carmine Elves for Battle Magick, who could create disasters with their words and songs. There were the Harlequin Elves who specialized in Divination and Hypnotism, and then there were the Ebony Elves for Healing, and finally the Zaffre Elves, who kept Peace.

They used to be a prominent aid in the mortal magical world, but a Spanish wizard by the name of Edmund de la Zaffron, killed the wife of the High Elves' Leader M`aufr, when she declined his invitation for dinner. Instead of starting war like the Carmine Elves wanted to, M`aufr of the Zaffre Elves, decided that the Elves were finished with the mortals and gave his life and magic to create another realm for the Elven species to reside in. The Elves departed post haste and haven't been seen by mortals since.

Zaffron, still hardened by being denied, spread horrible slander about the Elves and British wizard Evan Rosier, ran with it and began horror stories about the High Elves and within a century anything about them was considered taboo. The Ministry of Magic was created a few years later and one of the first rules of the British Ministry was that no Elvish magics were to be practiced by wizards or witches. They labeled it as evil. Two centuries ago, it was relabeled as Dark.

So, you saw me heal with it, but it's considered to be evil by the Ministry. The story of the High Elves has been redacted. No one talks of them unless behind good Wards."

Millicent Bulstrode, whom Varix remembered fondly as the 'female Crabbe' raised her hand. "Even though it heals it's considered evil?"

"Yes. You know, the Russians never forgave Zaffron for his actions. To this day, things between magical Russia and magical Spain are very strained. And because of Rosier's actions, the Russians and their neighbors don't look favorably on magical Britain either. Many High Elves had married into Russian families, gifting their children with powers unlike mortal magicals had ever seen and with them gone, the abilities soon died away without the new blood and magic to enhance them in the family lines."

So it was a history lesson. That was okay. They needed to learn their history in order to not make the same damn mistakes in the future.

"That's why British/Russian relations are so difficult!" said the Malfoy heir.

"Yes."

"What about-"

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Class was over.

The kids all groaned but shuffled their books into the bags and stood to leave. Until Parvati Patil noticed something and asked, "What happened to your dress, Miss Fairy?"

Varix looked down and smiled. "First, you can call me Lilly. It's my Indian name that I was given the last time I was in India. Since I pass for an Indian rather well, I've been using the name Lilly Singh for a while.

On the subject of my dress, technically it isn't a dress. I was created like all other fairies are, by the first laugh of a child, any kind of child, and Pixie dust. The 'dress' is a physical representation of my power. Using Elvish Healing takes a lot of power so my 'dress' is shorter because I used a lot of magic. The more magic I use before my next sleep, the shorter my 'dress' will get."

In truth, her ankle length dress had gone from her ankles to her calves.

"If a human attempted Elvish Magic, they'd most likely be unconscious. That's why not a lot of people can't do it."

With a wave, she popped away, leaving them to their thoughts.

Hermione immediately went to the library after lunch, like many of the other students, looking up what they'd learned in class that day.

Some wanted to know about Sisi Whitby, others wanted to know about Russian/British relations. And some simply checked out books on fairies.

Dumbledore practically exploded when he heard what Varix had told the students. He even boldly challenged her in the middle of the Great Hall during dinner. Varix, unable to let it be, decided to take him up on it.

"Hi! Hey! Yeah, I'm Lilly, the one you've been cursing out for the past few minutes. How you doing?" she greeted with a smirk, layering on the accent she'd learned in India.

"You will leave my students alone! Stop filling their heads with nonsense!" the old wizard demanded.

"It's truth, not nonsense, you old fool. Just like how you have the power to create laws, pass those laws, and then teach them to the students, Mister Supreme Mugwump, Chief Warlock, Headmaster Dumbledore."

That had the children whispering immediately.

Dumbledore's wand was drawn but Varix was faster, taking it from him with a simple snap of the fingers. She looked down at it as it appeared in her hand. "This wasn't even yours. The reason all the people who have ever held it, lose it in battle or die young, is because it was created with a certain line of wizards in mind and you are not from that line. That's why you look so old despite being only one hundred and eleven.

Well, it's mine now and I know who I'll give it to later."

She twirled it between her fingers. "I can't believe how careless you were with it. What if it got into the hands of another Dark Lord? Your reflexes aren't as great as they used to be. And don't presume to tell me that I shouldn't help the children from becoming mindless drones. It's for their benefit. I care nothing for your stupid 'greater good'. Ironic that you live by the same phrase the Dark Lord Grindelwald lived by."

She disappeared then, taking the Elder Wand with her and leaving the school with information that would spread by the end of the day.

Debasing Dumbledore's name.

She loved being devious. It was so much fun!

In the beginning of April, mass panic filled Hogwarts as a large group of students was petrified, found all over the first floor.

Ginny Weasley was also revealed to be missing and no one could find her. All locator charms were not working. What really happened, was Varix had taken her and put her into a deep sleep while covering her with wards that none but another fairy could see through. She then forced Severus Snape into aiding her by telling him to suggest that Ginny had been taken into the chamber itself. He would then tell Lockhart to go and get the girl since he claimed to know exactly where the chamber was. The other professors, in hopes of getting rid of him, would agree to the plan. Lockhart's cowardice would be revealed as he ran away and the students would then learn of his treachery.

So when the students gathered around, listening to the professors talk quietly, Lockhart swaggered on up, teeth gleaming.

"So sorry. I dozed off. What have I missed?"

Snape immediately turned on him and smiled cruelly. "Your moment has come at last, Gilderoy. Weren't you saying just yesterday that you've known all along where the chamber was?"

Lockhart paled instantly. "I-I did?" he squeaked.

Sprout nodded sagely, "Yes. And you have been saying that the Ministry should have just given you free reign over the whole debacle."

"R-Really, I-I don't r-remember."

"Aye, Gilderoy," Mcgonagall smiled sweetly. "A student may have been taken into the chamber and you must go down and fetch her. Dispose of the monster while you're at it. Won't you?"

"Yes," agreed Flitwick. "No one but you could ever manage this."

Lockhart looked around at the faces of his colleagues, looking for a way out. When he saw none, he stiffened his upper lip. "Then I'll just be… getting ready."

He turned and walked away, hands trembling.

Varix followed after him, waiting until he was inside his office and began packing his things in haste, before summoning the diary and planting it on him. Tom immediately took over and Varix cast a disillusioning charm on him.

"Go deal with him, I'll take care of this."

Tom, using Lockhart's body, nodded and walked out. Varix snapped her fingers, gathering everything into the large trunks that Lockhart had purchased. They were bright lilac, the man's favorite color.

With a sneer, she turned herself into a Lockhart clone and grabbed the trunks. She then left the office and filled the last trunk with all the paintings of Lockhart that were covering the classroom. She sneaked from the room and down the third floor corridor, hoping not to run into anyone.

She thanked the heavens that no one was left on the first floor, since the students had to be moved to the Hospital Wing. She was crossing the grounds in the next few moments, making her way toward the gates, when the ground beneath her feet, exploded.

She fell to the ground, dropping the trunks in the process.

Getting to her feet, she whirled around to see Severus Snape staring at her.

"Going somewhere, Gilderoy?" the man sneered.

Varix's mind was already working. This would be a opportunity to get Lockhart in trouble.

"Yes. I have been called away to a very important meeting that cannot be rescheduled. So sorry, got to dash!" she mimicked him, leaning down to grab 'her' trunks.

A stinging hex to the hand stopped her advancement.

She whipped out a fake wand and pointed it at Snape.

"You don't want to go putting your nose where it doesn't belong, Severus."

Snape sneered. "And why shouldn't I?"

"Because like so many others before you who discovered my duplicity, they don't remember long enough to tell anyone. And just like them, you won't remember this encounter either."

"You? You who can't even perform a simple disarming charm, expect to defeat me?" Snape asked incredulously.

"I wouldn't be so full of myself, Severus. After all, I've proven to be a master Obliviator. None of the witches and wizards I've Obliviated remember their amazing quests. None of them even remember telling me about their accomplishments, nor my Obliviating them and taking their adventures for my own!" she boasted with pride.

"You're a fraud," Snape said in realization.

"Obviously," she said in a poor imitation of Snape. "Do you think those books would sell at all if people hadn't thought I'd done all of those things? Use your brain. And now, I'm going to have to deal with you, Severus."

Raising the fake wand, she lashed out with a white beam of light that was nothing more than a beam of white light and said the word, "Obliviate!" like she was actually casting the spell.

The light hit him in the chest and she turned, grabbing 'her' things and fleeing as quickly as she could, passing the gates and 'Apparating' away.

Worked like a charm.

Severus Snape knew Lockhart was a fool and an unskilled buffoon, but he didn't think it went so deep. But the man just admitted to stealing his information and Obliviating the people who had originally done such great feats. He then attempted to Obliviate Severus, and ran for it.

The fool hadn't even stayed to see if his memory charm worked, which it hadn't.

Severus turned and called a House Elf, which appeared before him. "Take me to the Headmaster's office, please."

"Right away, Master Snape, sir."

She grabbed his hand and Apparated them to said office, where the other Heads of House were meeting with the Headmaster.

The Elf popped away.

"Lockhart has fled," Severus announced

"He did?!" Minerva gasped.

"What? You expected him to stay?"

"Are you certain that he fled, Severus?" Albus asked, looked far too old at the moment.

Severus placed his wand at his temple and concentrated, He then pulled a long, silvery strand away. "Would you like to witness it?"

The Headmaster waved his hand, making the Pensieve in his office, float on over to his desk. Severus stepped up and placed the memory inside. The other four occupants in the room dipped their heads inside while Severus waited.

When they emerged, Minerva was spitting fireballs, literally, while the others looked solemn. Albus however, seemed even more so than usual.

"I had a feeling that he was a liar, but I hadn't thought it had gone this far."

Minerva's head snapped up. "You hired him despite knowing that he was a fraud?!" she hissed.

"I wanted to flush him out," Albus said with a shrug.

"You said the same about Quirinus, last year," Filius commented, looking displeased.

"That man wasn't even qualified to teach our students, Albus!" Minerva barked. "You have blatantly jeopardized the education of our students two years in a row! Here you are, attempting to convince me that the fairy is disruptive but she's only been trying to right your wrongs! What do you have to say for yourself, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore?!"

"Thank you!" an unexpected voice rang out.

They all whipped around to see the infamous fairy. Only Severus knew that she was Potter's fairy godmother. She was grinning madly.

"Anyway, I've known for a while that Lockhart was a fake. I stole some of Snape's Veritaserum recently and dosed him with it. He revealed that most of the stuff in his books is false and the rest is embellishments. Besides, I know Lord Cecil, the Vampire Lord from Voyages With Vampires, personally and I brought him Lockhart's book. According to him, he met a young gypsy by the name of Esmeralda, and went on the voyage with her. He's never heard of Gilderoy Lockhart. And it's not like any sane human would go searching for the Vampire Lord just to verify if Lockhart was telling the truth," she explained with a shrug.

Severus glared at her. "You owe me for that potion," he growled darkly.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll clean your classrooms, how about that?" she offered, to which he agreed hastily. He wouldn't have to do it and that was fine by him.

"That's all well and good, but we still need to find Ms. Weasley," Minerva huffed, obviously worried for one of her youngest lions.

"The littlest redhead is sleeping on her bed, in Gryffindor Tower."

There was a collective sigh of relief.

Severus eyed the fairy, "Do you know if there even is a Chamber of Secrets?"

"Well, I don't really think so. I've even searched the castle and found nothing. Though I did find a magical room on the seventh floor corridor that changes for what you need it to be. Other than that, nothing. And besides, it's not difficult to petrify someone. Anyone about fifth year and up would be able to do it. So it's not like this is something that is rare. This could be just a vindictive student, since I've noticed that all the petrified students are bullies with no friends because their actions have pushed others away."

Severus' mouth tightened. He didn't want to believe that Draco could be that bad. Lucius had been one of the few to reach out to him while he was a pariah in school. Lucius had standards and Draco had to meet them, but even Severus knew that Draco wore only the very best clothing and had personal fittings done. Draco even bought his way into the Quidditch Team, because there was no other way he'd make it.

He sighed lightly, knowing that between Potter and Draco, Draco was a spoiled brat if a mere threat to his father got him whatever he wanted.

The fairy was sending him a smirk. "Yeah, your brat of a godson is a spoiled little twit. I don't give a damn about how you feel about it, it's truth. Like, how many times has his father heard about the unfair treatment he's been getting this year?"

Severus sneered since he had no other response to give without admitting anything. But she smirked anyhow.

The fairy waved and disappeared, leaving them to their meeting.

"Pomona, how far along are the Mandrake Draughts?" Minerva asked after a moment.

"One more week," the stout witch answered with pride.

"Then we don't need to inform the Ministry of this," Albus concluded, earning four baleful glares.

"Albus," Severus began. "Draco was among this lot of petrified students. His parents demanded to be informed if he was attacked again. I swore an Oath and I will not break it. Narcissa will have my head otherwise. And once Lucius knows, he'll go to Fudge."

"We also have to tell him about Gilderoy's running," Filius added.

Albus hadn't looked so downtrodden in years.

A few days later, Rubeus Hagrid was returned to Hogwarts. Since he wasn't at the school when the next attack happened, he couldn't have been the one behind it. Also, his heritage as a half-Giant was revealed and his human half was from a Muggleborn.

Hagrid was given a sizable amount of Galleons for his troubles and he was also allowed to get another wand and take his O.W.L.s.

Hermione promised to help him study and Harry on the side, wished that Hagrid's understanding and retention was sharpened just like his was. The Golden Trio intended to help their friend pass his O.W.L.s. If he did and reached the amount he was supposed to have, he'd be able to take over for Professor Kettleburn who wanted to retire. Hagrid loved magical creatures after all and it was the perfect job for him.

A hit was put out for Gilderoy Lockhart's head when it was revealed that he was charged with rescuing Ginny Weasley from the Chamber of Secrets and he fled instead. No one could find him anywhere.

Hermione was heartbroken when Varix informed them of what she'd learned of the man. A fraud and a murderer. She'd fancied such a person for a good portion of the school year and it took some chocolate to make her feel better. Also, revealing that every other witch and even some wizards in Britain had been fooled as well, made her feel a little better over the whole ordeal.

Coincidentally, the petrified victims were all resuscitated and all said the same thing. They couldn't remember what had happened. A white light and then nothing.

It all met with Draco Malfoy's words when he'd been awakened every time. He didn't know what happened and no one else did either.

Since the most powerful of memory charms was white and everyone had known that Lockhart was a liar and a master Obliviator, blame was placed on him and he was moved from wanted alive, to wanted dead or alive. Since he appeared for the year and the attacks only stopped when he disappeared, it was a sound assumption.

The Chamber of Secrets was left to be thought of as a myth and everyone went with the idea that Lockhart was simply trying to get himself even more famous but his plans fell through.

The end of the year exams came suddenly and Harry passed everything with Os. His first time ever getting such great grades. And he'd complained about Varix making him reread passages over and over until he memorized them, but it all paid off. He ended up tying Blaise Zabini for second place, with Hermione holding first all on her own since she got extra points on nearly everything, receiving O+ on nearly every exam.

Harry had been so excited he even gave the fairy a big hug because he didn't know how else to express himself.

On the train ride to Platform 9 ¾, the Gryffindor trio's joking was disrupted by Varix's scream of surprise.

She shot up from her seat and stared at Ron, who was looking around in confusion. But she was pointing at his lap, where Scabbers the rat was sitting.

"What is that?!" she demanded.

Ron looked down and cradled Scabbers close. "Scabbers has been in my family for almost twelve years," he squeaked. "I thought you knew of him. He's really lazy and pathetic, he won't hurt you or anything."

Varix was still staring at the fat rat, eyes transfixed.

"You know there is no such thing as a magical rat? Rats don't live long. A domesticated one is lucky to reach four years at the least. That rat has a magical core and it shouldn't."

Scabbers began to struggle in Ron's grip and Varix snapped the compartment door closed and locked it.

"Drop the rat, Ronald."

"What? Why?"

"Because it isn't a rat. It's a human pretending to be one."

Scabbers was moving frantically and bit Ron's thumb. Ron dropped him with a loud yelp. Varix stunned the creature and with a snap of the fingers, it grew into a man. A short, chubby, balding man.

Varix reversed the transformation and stunned him once again. She lifted the fake rat by the tail. "I'm getting your father. This is creepy and he'll be in Azkaban by the time I'm finished with him."

Just before she left, she quickly healed Ron's bleeding finger before popping away.

Varix barged right into the Ministry and up to the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office where she found Arthur working diligently over a teapot that was floating.

"Arthur, do you recognize this?" she asked the startled man.

He adjusted his glasses and peered at the rat closely.

"Scabbers."

"Not really. Animagus pretending to be a pet."

Arthur's blue eyes widened in horror.

"As your son is the one who was violated by him, I figured you'd like to come with me to report him?"

The man nodded and left his desk, asking one of the other men in the office to finish his project for him.

They made their way up to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, walking into the Auror Office and bee lining it to the only walled cubicle.

The gathered Aurors watched as they walked in and Varix called out to Head Auror Amelia Bones.

The woman looked up from her desk, surprise covering her features when Varix laid the rat on the floor.

"This is the Weasley Family's pet rat. At least, that's what they thought. Turns out that it's a man, who has pretended to be a pet for twelve years."

She snapped her fingers, reversing the transformation and the chubby man laid there, looking around wildly.

Arthur and Madam Bones' wands were trained on him in seconds.

"He's been sleeping in the same bed as my son Ronald and before Ronald was Percival," Arthur explained, taking a closer look at the man. He gasped suddenly, "Peter Pettigrew?"

The man's eyes snapped to Arthur, "M-my, my old friend!" he whimpered.

"I thought Pettigrew was dead," Madam Bones commented.

"He's supposed to be," Varix added. "But look, he's missing a finger and all they could find of Pettigrew, was a finger."

Their eyes trailed to the hand that was obviously missing a finger.

"This just works out for me," Varix added. "My godson, Harry James Potter, Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Black, wants a trial for his godfather, Sirius Orion Black."

All three humans gasped.

"Why?" Madam Bones asked in horror.

"Because he never received a trial and with this one alive, his imprisonment is looking fishy."

Amelia's head fell into her palm. "Not another one."

"Oh yes!"

"How can he still be listed as Mr. Potter's godfather, he's in prison?" she asked.

"Because he was never actually convicted of a crime. And even if he was, he'd have to be guilty of that crime for magic to remove him."

Madam Bones was frowning. "I'm getting sick of my job."

A/N: Another one is done.

-All Disney names and references aren't mine.

-Remember, Varix looks like Lilly Singh and her code name for anyone who doesn't know her is Lilly Singh.

-The information about Varix's dress I got from Bleach. Ichigo Kurosaki claimed in one of the chapters that his robe when using Bankai, represents how much power he has left. The more he uses, the more the robe eats away. He told Captain Unohana that he didn't have much power left and showed her his 'I only have one sleeve'.

-I created Sisi Whitby as well as the cat language Purrintongue.

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