Sunday 8th September 1990 - Potter Manor

'Busy day today cub.'

'We're going to the ministry?'

'Yes, I think we should go there first, get it over and done with. You don't have to come if you don't want to, you could stay here with the elves.'

'I want to come. He's my godfather too.'

'Okay cub. After that we'll go shopping in the muggle world, I think we could both do with some more clothes, and some things for the trip on Wednesday. If you want we can look at getting an owl as well, see if they have any suitable today.'

'Okay. Can I take some spending money? I have some left from Tuesday.'

'Of course Harry. Do you want me to look after it until you need it? We'll get you a money pouch today as well, so you can keep it safe.'

'Yes please Uncle Moony.'

'Go grab your money then, and we'll floo to the Hopping Pot. Meet in the lounge once you're ready, I need to check we have all the forms we need for the ministry.'

'Okay.'

After teaching Harry how to use the floo, both wizards appeared in the Hopping Pot, Harry tripping as he came out and landing on his guardian.

'Sorry Uncle Moony. I don't think I like flooing.'

'You'll get better over time Harry, I've been flooing for years, and you get better at balancing when you come out.'

Harry grumbled, standing up from the floor.

'Are you feeling okay? The floo can make some people feel nauseous.'

'I'm okay. Just clumsy.'

'Shall we go to the ministry then? Hopefully we can get a meeting straight away, and get onto the rest of our jobs today.' Harry nodded, then walked with Remus to the ministry, where they requested a meeting with a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. After checking some papers, and sending and receiving some notes, the receptionist sent them to the second floor, where they were met by the Head of the DMLE, Mr Roberts.

'Mr Lupin I presume?'

'Yes Mr Roberts.'

'And this is your son?'

'Adoptive son sir, Harry.' Harry, who had been shy and standing next to Remus with his head down, looked up at the other man.

'Hello sir.'

'Good Merlin, it's Harry Potter!' He quickly ushered the two into his office, where after activating privacy wards around the room, they began to talk.

'What brings you to Law Enofrcement Mr Lupin?'

'Well, it is regarding a friend of mine who is currently serving time in Azkaban, although I have reasoning, and evidence to believe he is innocent.'

'What happened at the trial, what was the verdict?'

'He didn't have a trial. He was sent straight to Azkaban, and has been there for 10 years. This evidence only really came to light recently, although I have never believed he was guilty of the crime.'

'Which ministry sent him there?' Mr Roberts had starting scratching away with a quill, making notes on the case.

'British.'

'Who is it?'

'Sirius Black.

'His alleged crime?'

'Betrayal to Lord Voldemort of Lily, James and Harry Potter, Causing death of Lily and James Potter, Murder of Peter Pettigrew, Murder of 13 muggles. Everyone believed he was the Potter's secret keeper.'

'You have proof that he wasn't?'

'Yes. The Potter's will states that they changed Secret Keeper to Peter Pettigrew.'

'Can I see a copy?'

Remus passed Mr Roberts the copy of their will, he quickly skimmed it before passing it back.

'He's also Harry's godfather.'

'Yes. They trusted him, we all trusted him, we were all very close.'

'I believe we can get Mr Black a trial as soon as possible, we need to. If found innocent, he will be greatly compensated for all his time spent in Azkaban, I will also have to have words with the British Ministry, and their approach to trials, he should have had a trial.' Mr Roberts scribbled some more on the parchment, finally taking a red ink quill, and marking 'Urgent' across the top of the paper.

'Do you believed he will be happy to go under Veriatuserum?'

'Yes. When will you get him out of Azkaban?'

'Tomorrow hopefully, should all things go to plan.' Remus looked shocked and confused at this statement. 'We will place him in Ministry holding cells, you will be able to visit him occasioannly then, until his trial takes place. He will need time, and help, to recover from the time in Azkaban, it is not a cheerful place to be, and I suspect he will be in some of the higher security cells. More dementors.' Both adult wizards shivered at this, having met Dementors at some point in there lives. Harry merely looked confused.

'What's a Denemtor?'

'A Dementor Harry. It's a creature that guards the wizarding prison, Azkaban. They suck the happiness from you, leaving you feeling extremely sad. They are under control by the ministry, and if given the order may suck out your soul, called a Dementors Kiss.' Harry too shuddered.

'Poor Sirius. He shouldn't be in there, get him out soon please Mr Roberts?'

'I will try my best Mr Potter. I will get your godfather out as soon as I can. Mr Lupin, may I take a copy of that will?'

Remus waved his wand over the parchment, muttering a quick spell, before handing the new copy of the will to Mr Roberts.

'Thank you. This should be evidence enough to give him a trail, on top of the fact he never had one when he should have done. I feel the British Magical Ministry may be in some trouble soon.'

'Thank you, Mr Roberts.'

'I will owl you with any updates. Who should I address them to?'

'Remus Lupin, Potter Manor, Dieppe.' More scratching at parchment.

'Thank you Mr Lupin. I hope to be able to contact you soon, should you have any more questions fell free to owl me at the ministry.'

'Thank you actually Mr Roberts, I feel this may have never happened back in Britain. Hopefully we will be able to free him.'

'He will be freed Mr Lupin. If he is truly innocent, and we can prove that he is, he shall be freed.'

'Yes. I look forward to it. Again, thank you. Thank you for seeing us so soon as well.'

'I had a free slot, for a cause such as this I think the sooner it is sorted the better.'

'We will leave you to your work now Mr Roberts. Thank you again.'

'Thank you Mr Roberts.' Harry piped up from his chair as he left the office with his guardian. As they left, Mr Roberts immediately began to write a letter, sending memos to members of his department, and then an owl to Azkaban. He browsed the courtroom schedule, seeing how soon he could fit Mr Black in, sending a request to the Wizengamont for a urgent trial. He sent an owl to a specialist healer, who could see to Mr Black when he left Azkaban, someone with experience of these sorts of cases.

Muggle Dieppe

After quickly exchanging some galleons into muggle euros, the pair set of to the muggle world.

'Do you like shopping then Harry?'

'I never really went shopping before, my Aunt and Uncle would leave me at home instead.'

'Okay then, today is a chance to find out if you hate it as much as most boys usually do.' Remus distracted himself from thoughts of the boy's previous guradians as they travelled around the muggle shops. They picked up clothes for both of them, as well as supplies for the school beach trip. Every now and then they would duck into an alleyway, were Remus would shrink their bags, sticking them into a pocket out of the way. After a while of shopping, both were beginning to get bored and tired, and Remus led them to a café, where they had some quick lunch. Once they were fed, watered and rested, they apparated back to The Hopping Pot.

Rabbit's Foot

'Did you want a money pouch Harry? I think it would be a good idea if we got you one, so you could look after your own money and keep it safe.'

'Okay.'

'Off to Gringotts then!' After making their purchases at Gringotts, they left the bank again, standing outside in the sun as they put Harry's money into his new pouch, which was hung around his neck, under his tshirt.

'Owl?'

'Yes!' Harry grinned, leading them towards the Animal Menagerie, and straight to the owl section. This time there were many more owls, all hooting and fluttering wings at the visitors.

'Go have a look then Harry.' The young boy circled around the section, looking at all the owls, craning his neck to see the cages hanging higher. A single loud hoot caught his attention, and he rushed to the area it had come from. Standing on tiptoes he was shocked at what he saw.

'Uncle Moony? Come and look at this one.' His guardian came and stood behind him, easily looking into the high cage.

'Well, that's different.'

'You is English speaking yas?' The shopkeeper walked over to them, lifting the cage down onto a lower shelf so Harry could see the owl inside better. The owl looked to have been originally white, a snowy owl, but now about half of its feathers were coloured various shades of blue, giving it a mottled blue-white appearance.

'Yes we are. What happened to this little one?' Harry was crouched down, speaking and clucking to the owl.

'Trainer has young girl, accidental magic caught owl, changing his colour. He is very inquisitive, flew into house and scared her. He is very clever.'

'Irreversible?'

'Yas, tried finite incantem, counter spells. Tried spelling it white again. But can glamour him, make his feathers white. His eyes however? No hiding them.'

'His eyes?' Remus looked over to the owl, who was awake now, looking around the room whilst Harry gently stroked his chest. But where a usual snowy owl's eyes were a bright orange, these were a sparkling deep sapphire blue.

'Oh. That's rather unusual.'

'He's unique.'

'Indeed he is. I'm surprised no one has brought him yet.'

'It too late for school owls, and he not suitable really for house owls, too recognisable, and more difficult to hide from muggles.'

'Harry?' Remus looked to his new son, who was still stroking the owl, gently clucking to it.

'Can we? Please Remus? I really like him, and he really likes me.'

'It looks like he has a new home then. Does he have a name yet?' Remus directed this question towards the shopkeeper.

'No. We don't name owls, it is up to new owners to name them.'

'There's a job for you then cub. Think of a name for the little blue owl. I'll go and grab him some supplies, you head up to the counter and wait for me there.'

They split up, Remus soon returning to the counter carrying a perch, a large bag of food, a bag of treats, food and water bowls, and a care book. After paying for the owl and his supplies, they left the shop, Remus shrinking everything but the cage and owl, and placing it inside his pocket. Harry struggled a little to grab the cage, but proudly carried it home.

'Bluefeather? I know we were thinking of naming Sprywings it, I really like the name, and feel like it suits this little one properly.'

'Bluefeather it is then.'

'Blue for short.'

AN: Sorry, life got in the way of writing, and then I lost the original chapter and had to rewrite it. Sorry for the delay, but hope you have enjoyed the latest update, and I should hopefully manage to get a new one up fairly soon, once I have worked out what needs to happen in it! :)

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