Fixing Past Mistakes

Chapter 51


"Can you see everything clearly?" Remus whispered, letting the mirror face the front of the courtroom, before turning it back to himself so he could see Talin and Severus once more. They mirror had been shrank so it didn't call anyone's attention, not that it mattered Remus had cast a notice-me-not spell at it, nobody paid the mirror the slightest bit of attention. It was Dumbledore's trial, a lot of people were being called up to speak, and Remus knew this was going to be one extraordinary long day. He'd come early so that he could get a front seat due to the fact Severus wanted to see the meeting - it was much safer than actually attending. From the view Remus deduced that they were in some sort of office, if he had to guess he would say it was Headmaster Addison's office actually.

"We can," Talin's voice said over the mirror.

"Alright I'm going silent now," Remus whispered, attaching the mirror to his clothes, or rather up near his shoulder and chest, where they would clearly see everything. Minerva was sitting next to him so it didn't look as if he was talking to himself thankfully. Filius had elected to remain at Hogwarts, and hear about it upon Minerva's return. He was still the Deputy Headmaster, Minerva was still Headmistress and someone had to remain at the school.

"Bring in the first witness!" the new chief warlock of the Wizengamot called, his white hair short and buzz cut, very different from Dumbledore. He was younger as well, around eighty or ninety years old. The rest of the Wizengamot were fanned out at either side of him, twenty five on each side, all dressed in those disgusting old robes they had yet to change from the beginning of the Wizengamot's creation.

"Minister Fudge, please come in," the Auror said, his voice low and respectful, they were seated in the witness area of the Ministry, where nobody could talk to them before they gave their statements.

Cornelius walked into the room, the Auror closed the heavy wooden oak door behind him, and the Minister walked up into the witness box and took a seat confidently. Cornelius didn't even once glance at Dumbledore who was in the chair, unshackled, but they had quivered dangerously when he had sat down causing the old man to pale, this had been before he had gone to sit outside of course.

"Please state your name," Amelia Bones said, standing up, she was the one running things, not only did Cornelius trust her, but she was considered one of the fairest witches in the Ministry, it had been an unanimous vote for her to oversee Dumbledore's trial.

Cornelius cleared his throat before speaking, "Minister Cornelius Oswald Fudge,"

Normally they would ask for an address…not something they could do when it was the Minister for magic that was concerned.

"Please state your previous occupations," Amelia asked, removing her monocle and giving it a clean before returning it to her cloak pocket having no need for it at the moment.

"I was junior Minister in the department of magical accidents and catastrophes; I spent my time alternating between that department and the Auror office." Cornelius informed them.

"Tell us what happened on October 31st 1981," Amelia prompted him.

"I was called in well after midnight; it was then that I was informed of what happened that Lily and James Potter, bless their souls, had been killed by You-Know-Who. They wanted Sirius Black brought in for questioning; there were rumours that he had been seen in Godric's Hollow following the…attack, something that didn't help the rumours that he was the one responsible for the attack, that he had been their Secret Keeper." Cornelius explained, "The Auror's and myself arrived after an explosion occurred the next day, we found Sirius Black laughing, his wand out, we moved to apprehend him, and he was saying it was all his fault."

"And then?" Amelia asked.

"Then I wrote my report, gave it to Minister Bagnold and went home, I hadn't had any sleep in two days by that point. When I entered the Ministry the next day I heard of Sirius Black and many other Death Eaters had been sent to Azkaban per Minister Bagnold and Crouch Seniors orders. I assumed it had been done correctly and never enquired, not even when I took over the office."

"So Sirius Black was captured on November the 1st?" Amelia enquired, seeking clarification for everyone.

"Late afternoon, early evening yes," Cornelius confirmed.

"And what of Harry Potter?" Amelia then asked.

Cornelius blinked, caught of guard by the question, "I'm sorry?"

"What do you know of Harry Potter's movements those days in question?" Amelia clarified her question.

"Nothing, just that when it was all said and done, he was placed in his Aunt and Uncles care," Cornelius spat the word out like it was a curse unable to help himself.

"Thank you for your time, Minister Fudge." Amelia said nodding, "You may step down."

"Call in the next witness," the chief warlock once again demanded, moving the meeting along swiftly, they had a lot to get through after all.

"Rubeus Hagrid, come in," the Auror said, opening the door widely so that the half-giant could pass. The beetle eyes were filled with tears, it was obvious for all to see that he did not want to be there.

Once he was sitting comfortably, Amelia began her questioning, "Please state your name for the record," she said monotonously.

"Rubeus Hagrid," the half-giant said with a sniffle.

"And your occupation?" Amelia then questioned.

"Keeper of keys at Hogwarts," Hagrid murmured, looking at the floor unable to meet anyone's eyes.

"Tell me what happened on the night of October 31st 1981," Amelia demanded.

"I was in my cabin, which is on the grounds of Hogwarts, when Albus came to the door, he wanted me to go to Godric's Hollow and get little Harry," Hagrid said reluctantly.

"What time was this?" Amelia asked.

"Just after midnight, I headed straight there, when I got there Sirius Black was holding the little tyke," Hagrid explained, "I told him to give Harry to me, that I was on Orders from Dumbledore to bring the boy to him."

"Excuse me? Albus Dumbledore told you to bring Harry Potter to him? You removed him from his Godfather? Who was in fact now his magical guardian?" Amelia pounced on it immediately.

"Aye, I did, Sirius gave him over, gave me his motorbike tae take Harry to safety." Hagrid said, "Poor tyke began crying again, but Sirius went off, and I took the bike and drove all night to get to London, Privet Drive, where Albus had told me to take him."

"Let me get this straight, Albus Dumbledore had decided that Harry Potter was to be sent to live with his relatives despite the fact Sirius Black had yet to be arrested of any crime?" Amelia gave them all a significant look.

"Er…he wanted the tyke safe! The Death Eaters woulda hurt him! He was doin what he thought was right!" Hagrid shouted in defence of Dumbledore.

"When did you finally get to Privet Drive?" Amelia continued as if Hagrid had not said anything.

"November 1st," Hagrid answered slowly, he really didn't like where this was going, his beady eyes roamed around the room nervously.

"When on November 1st?"

"It was dark by the time I got there," Hagrid asked.

"So from midnight October 31st until almost November 2nd you rode the motorbike across to London to drop Harry Potter off…did you stop at all during those times?" Amelia asked.

"No, I went straight there, and I met with Minerva and Albus," Hagrid explained.

"Am I to understand that a fifteen month old child was given nothing to eat or drink during that entire ride?" Amelia asked suspiciously.

Hagrid stiffened, "No," he said ashamed, hanging his head.

"Thank you Mr. Hagrid," Amelia said coolly, ignoring the muttering of disgust and shouts of horror that Dumbledore had entrusted Hagrid with Harry. "You may step down." perhaps she should speak to Minerva about keeping the half-giant actually IN Hogwarts until it all blows over, she feared what the public would do.

Hagrid shuffled away, claiming a seat in the courtroom, giving some support to Albus, he truly believed Albus had done what was best for the tyke. He had no way of knowing what those Muggles were going to do; they'd see that soon enough themselves.

"I would like to call Minerva McGonagall to the stand," Amelia said, facing the chief warlock, she hadn't been originally intended hence why she was asking.

"Headmistress?" the chief warlock asked, his gaze finding the witch.

Minerva stood and nodded, silently making her way up, staring stoically at Dumbledore, giving none of her thoughts and feelings away, just like always really. She sat down; making sure her tartan cloak wasn't rumpled before facing Amelia enquiringly.

"Why were you at number four Privet Drive that night? How long had you been there?" Amelia asked truly confounded, she didn't understand and she wanted to - as well as make sure everyone else in the courtroom did.

"When the news hit that Lily and James Potter had died, it hit me rather hard, so while people decided to celebrate the passing of two of the brightest young minds I went to Privet Drive I sat there in my Animagus form all night and all day until Albus came and of course Hagrid followed." Minerva informed Amelia, "I asked for confirmation, I still didn't want to believe it but Albus confirmed it for certain. I told Albus that they were the most unnatural Muggles I'd ever met, just earlier that day I had observed a fifteen month old boy kicking his mother, Petunia Dursley because he wanted sweets. He was already overly obese, it was obscene. Unfortunately Albus was insistent, Harry would be staying there and where he would be oblivious of his true status in our world. It was and remains to this day my biggest regret, I wish had done something. Albus laid the child on the doorstep with only a letter to explain and we left."

"Excuse me, can you repeat that please," Amelia said, as if she hadn't heard it before, but of course she had, even Cornelius had.

"We left Harry Potter on the doorstep of his relatives and we left, I of course, will adhere to any punishment the Wizengamot feels the need to put forth." Minerva said, self-disgust coating her voice.

"Thank you, Headmistress McGonagall, you may step down," Amelia said, she was still furious over the fact they'd left a child on a doorstep in November! In the freezing cold, with nothing but a letter, it was quite frankly horrendous. Anything could have happened…something had happened but just not on that night, the horror of what she'd seen still kept her awake at night.

"Call in the last witness," the chief called out at Amelia's curt nod.

"Sirius Black? You may enter now," the Auror said once again opening the heavy oak doors.

Sirius entered the courtroom; he hadn't been seen in public much, not since the funeral. He was obviously still recovering from Azkaban and grieving for his godson. What couldn't be denied was how healthy he looked, sun kissed skin, and hair tied back with the best wizarding clothes money could buy. Despite all this, there was a haunted pain in those eyes of his, walking towards the seat, he claimed it, his palms sweating like mad. He knew this was all riding on him, he had to put on one hell of a performance so Dumbledore - if he didn't get sent to Azkaban - would remain unaware of his godsons survival. He was doing this for Harry, not Snape.

"Tell us what happened that night on October 31st 1981," Amelia asked her voice kinder than it had been all evening.

"After spending all day running around, keeping the Death Eaters busy, keeping them off Pettigrew's trail, I made sure I had lost them before making my way to Pettigrew's hang out, when I got there, I knew something was wrong immediately. The place was completely trashed, I um, I headed straight for Godric's Hollow, I had to know they were still safe…I used my motorbike, I had a permit for it, but I knew as soon as I saw smoke bellowing from the house that it was too late…I found James," Sirius choked still overcome with grief, Azkaban hadn't been a place where he could do that after all. "I found James first, then I heard Harry crying, he was in agony, I ran up the stairs to him, almost tripping over Lily, I got him out of the cot and held him close, stopping him seeing the body of his mum, he'd just quietened down when Hagrid got there and demanded I hand over my godson."

"He demanded?" Amelia questioned.

"Yes, he was insistent, kept telling me that Dumbledore knew what he was doing, that he would keep Harry safe, that he was going to take Harry to him. I thought he meant Hogwarts, I thought he was going to keep my godson safe for me while I hunted down the bastard responsible for Lily and James' death. I should never have let it happen." Sirius broke down into tears, Harry would have been raised by him if he had just bloody left with Harry and made his way to the Ministry but no he'd let himself be tricked by the rat bastard. "I went looking for Pettigrew, I cornered him on a London street and he used a blasting curse as a diversion, he cut off his own finger and turned into his Animagus form, fleeing the scene, I couldn't believe such a weak willed wizard had gotten the better of me…and I laughed, it was my fault, I recommended him," Sirius was still wiping away tears after explaining.

"To summarise for everyone, Albus Dumbledore had determined that Harry Potter would be going to his relative's home in Privet Drive instead of staying with his godfather Sirius Black before he was incarcerated or even arrested. From the moment of the attack, since he sent Rubeus Hagrid to retrieve him. Albus Dumbledore who had no say in Harry Potter's life, decided to do whatever he wished with a child not his own." Amelia said staring at the Wizengamot. "Please do not let what Albus Dumbledore had done in the past bear any scrutiny on his actions that night." it didn't matter that he had defeated Grindelwald, he had done something irreprehensible and he deserved to pay for that.

"It was his actions, and his actions alone that lead to the premature and horrifying death of Harry Potter." she added as an afterthought before claiming her seat.

"Albus Dumbledore, you may speak in your defence," the chief warlock told the older wizard, his face impassive.

Albus stood up, his entire posture screaming weak and frail, he had lost a lot of weight, his face was gaunt, and the lack of sleep was making his eyes blackened and shrunken. He found it difficult to speak for a long time, and his memory wasn't what it used to be. To make matters worse, he no longer liked lemon drops or any sweet he had yet to try, his sense of smell was different too. He suffered from immense headaches and pain, he had also needed genuine eye prescription, and his half moon glasses which he had only worn to see through glamours had become a real need to see anything that wasn't blurry.

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed leaders of the Wizengamot," Albus said his tone low and soft, nothing like the demanding presence he used to be. "I am but one man, I am far from omnipotent, even I make mistakes, and the death of a child who was like my own grandson…it horrifies me too. I sent him to family, a family I thought would love him, care for him until it was time for his entrance to Hogwarts." he lied through his teeth, mostly, he had definitely not intended on them killing Harry, who he had needed desperately. He had been prophesized to bring down Voldemort. Without him now the world was doomed and he honestly didn't know what to do. He was terrified of what the future held, and he knew he wasn't strong enough to defeat Voldemort, not now. When he did get sleep his own actions came back to haunt him, either visions of what James looked like as a boy with green eyes blaming him, much like his sister did back when he was younger, or envisioning what the Dark Lord Voldemort would do the with magical world if he ever returned. It left him nigh on exhaustion and quite frankly terrified, he couldn't even taking calming draughts for it, Poppy had taken anything remotely medicinal from his quarters and office, and he only got what she gave him. He was still too weak to brew a potion on his own to dip the lemon drops in (not that he liked them anymore for some strange reason). The house-elves did not listen to him, per Poppy and Minerva's orders, if he didn't know them any better he would suggest they were trying to make his life a misery. He wanted to say so much more, but he was exhausted by just that short speech.

"The trial is now officially on break, deliberations will take half an hour," the chief warlock declared, as soon as it became obvious Dumbledore was done. Almost immediately the Wizengamot as one stood and moved to the deliberation room.


"Surely that means he will get sentenced!" Talin said, leaning back now that he was no longer listening intently. His neck protested at the moment, both he and Septimus had been crouched listening for the last hour or so to the people speaking about what had occurred that night.

"It depends on many things, Dumbledore's popularity will be at the top of that list, he's very good at manipulating people and nearly half the people in that room will have fallen for his speech." Severus replied, "Heather?" he called his House-elf, since they were in a school he doubted there would be any decent coffee or snacks he actually wanted.

"What can Heather help you with Master?" Heather asked, her ears flapping as she appeared, overly eager as always to help where she could, but without too much eagerness they had all learned quite quickly that their master liked calm and quietness.

"Bring a tray of tea and coffee and some treats please," Severus replied, as he absently stretched his legs. Harry was currently at classes, when he wasn't at classes he had 'study sessions' with his friends since this was their OWL year, it was hard to believe that Harry was twelve already. Did all parents go through this or was it just him? He liked to believe it was all parents, the time continued to fly by.

Severus was bored, he needed a new project, whether it was a potion or a book, he just needed something to do. His latest one had been a grand success, Alice and Frank Longbottom were awake and alert for the first time in eleven years. The potion had worked, their minds had been restored, when the public realized this, he had gotten letters from all over the world, from families of those stricken with the very same curse, or hospitals with patients who had suffered the same fate, offering him all the gold in the world if he would just brew it for their families. Which he had done, he still had a large crate of it on hand should he need to send more out. The potion was just the beginning of it, depending on when the curse had been cast of course. Frank and Alice were still as weak as new born babies, but nobody cared, they were just so thankful they were there, something that both Lady Longbottom and her grandson Neville Longbottom had written in their letters. Frank and Alice would need to go through intense and rigorous Physical therapy and probably see a mind healer before they would be anywhere close to being discharged from St. Mungo's.

"Does Master need anything else?" Heather asked squeakily bringing Severus abruptly out of his thoughts.

"No, thank you, Heather, this is fine, return to the house," Severus said waving her off with a tiny smile so she knew he was happy with her without him having to say the words. "Get comfy, just because he says half an hour…it will be along the lines of an hour." he said bemused, picking up a pot and pouring himself a hot brew, Talin of course followed his lead and both of them did indeed get comfortable.

It wasn't often Septimus actually spent an extended amount of time in his office, it was usually Septimus' home or his they conversed in, he did stop by now and again mostly on his way or after he had spoken to his two Potions Masters, the three got on like they'd been friends since childhood. When the three of them got talking on an idea, he was well and truly lost, but it amused him to see them so passionate about something, and actually spending time away from the labs. He would say this was the longest since their first meeting actually. The couch Harry had sat on and performed accidental magic was still there.

"How is Jay doing?" Severus asked, after a few moments of silence, placing a silencing spell around the mirror so nobody could hear their conversation.

"His grades have steadily improved, I mean he was already smart, but these past few months they've shot up significantly," Talin revealed, and normally he wouldn't discuss another student's education especially with one who wasn't his parents or guardian. As it stands Septimus was paying for Jay's education, on the sly, his mother believed a slot had opened up for Jay to receive a full scholarship. Septimus had found out that Jay's mother had been holding down two jobs to put him through school, leaving not enough for gas, electricity or food. Jay's mother Rowena had been going without food days at a time so her son could eat and it hadn't been enough for a growing boy. Without his mum around Jay had been feeling awful and guilty that she was working so hard for him that his education had been rapidly declining. Admittedly the way Rowena had stared at him, he heavily suspected she knew that it wasn't a typical scholarship. She'd been too grateful to question it overly much, she had been able to quit one of her jobs and stop taking so much overtime, she actually spent the evenings with her son - when he wasn't out with his friends, and he was actually putting much needed weight on and to top it off was coming out of his shell more, but that might have something to do with Harry, Josh and Dylan. The unbreakable trio had expanded, and the four boys were currently top of their classes, Jay more recently of course, Harry, Josh and Dylan had always been extremely hard workers.

"I am glad to hear that," Severus said nodding, he didn't want to put someone through school that did not care for their education or career in the future. Jay had vividly reminded him of himself when he was a child, it's perhaps why he had taken the actions he had.

"I'll bet," Talin mused thoughtfully, it wasn't cheap to attend his school, but it wasn't overly expensive either like Hogwarts especially for the classes they had. Although he believed Hogwarts had more scholarships available for the students. Perhaps why the classes had been cut so drastically. "Dumbledore did not look well, they don't seriously think he's capable of running a school in his condition do they?" changing the subject once more, occasionally glancing over to see the mirror which was showing some sort of cafeteria.

"Who knows what they think," Severus rolled his eyes, "They are quite adept at burying their heads in the sand while someone else caters to their problems. It's the way it's been for generations, I doubt it will change any time soon. Not unless they get one hell of a wake up call." taking a drink of his coffee, strong today, he'd been up earlier than normal.

"Most people have the right to ask their leaders, Aurors, the authorities to deal with what's happening, to try and do something on your own risks your own life and freedom in the process," Talin argued, "It's like expecting Harry or Josh or even Dylan to go out and do something just because they could."

Severus snorted derisively, "Except that's what the magical world probably want Harry to do if they knew he was alive. Before the Dark Lord Voldemort's downfall it was Dumbledore they expected to end it all, as he had done before with Grindelwald. The Aurors and those high up in the Ministry both know and suspect he wasn't actually defeated that night but they've done no preventative measures since."

"That does seem incompetent; one department should be working on it at least…no matter how thin the trail may be." Talin conceded, "And I think that's us," Talin added abruptly, his gaze having caught the mirror momentarily to see movement. He glanced at the time, and blinked, of course, Septimus had to be correct; it was nearing an hour apposed to the half-hour the wizard had proclaimed.

Severus chuckled dryly, giving Talin a knowing look; he didn't need to read his mind to know what he was thinking at the moment. They had been good friends now for almost eleven years.

"Finite Incantatem," Talin cancelled the silencing spell so they could hear everything, all the while readjusting his seat and crouching down a little so he could see without obstructing Septimus' view.

It probably wouldn't take long due to the fact it was just a verdict being returned.


Once everyone had reclaimed their seats, or standing at the back, it was a public figure after all, so the interest in his trial was immense. They'd had to put spells up so that the spectators couldn't interfere with the trial of course, and there were many Auror's both inside and outside of the court, those to control anything that happened and those to escort Dumbledore to safety. Only once, everyone, was there was Albus escorted back to his seat. Taking quite a while, the older wizard was obviously tiring a great deal.

Those watching felt the Auror was being far too kind to Dumbledore, he had killed Harry Potter in their eyes and they would never forgive or forget it.

"Have you reached a verdict?" the chief warlock asked, his sharp hazel eyes gazing at the Wizengamot and Amelia Bones who had been passed a piece of parchment.

"We have," Amelia confirmed a little irked by the fact Dumbledore was still getting special treatment.

The chief warlock looked to Dumbledore for a second's indecisiveness, the man did not look well enough to stand up even to hear the verdict but he didn't want to dismiss tradition so quickly or easily. "Stand if you can, to hear your verdict Albus Dumbledore," he stated, giving a single nod.

Despite the fact there had been no hint of challenge in the chief warlock's voice, to Albus it felt as though it had, and with weak trembling legs he began to stand, using the seat arms to remain so, his face a mask of serene acceptance, as if he would pay any penance they deemed fit.

"The Verdict if you please, Madam Bones," the chief said with a hand gesture to go ahead.

"The Wizengamot unanimously agreed that Albus Dumbledore is to be stripped of his titles effective immediately, he will no longer be considered the chief warlock of the Wizengamot, the head of the international confederation of wizards, or Headmaster of Hogwarts, he will not be able to acquire a job that brings him into direct contact with children, nor will he be allowed to approach them with the intent to speak to them, or converse with them, if he does so, it is agreed that he will be sentenced to Azkaban prison. His house arrest will also continue for another year," Amelia stated. Well it wasn't quite unanimous, there was one who had abstained from voting, and he had been removed from the Wizengamot following his petulance and refusal to give a verdict. After Doge had been removed it had been smooth sailing on his punishment.

Dumbledore paled drastically at the pronouncement, "Please, I have…Hogwarts is my home, I have nowhere to go…" his voice was feeble at best. He was evidently in shock as he pleaded with Amelia, because Albus Dumbledore didn't plead, he manipulated to get what he wanted whenever he wanted.

"We know, unfortunately we couldn't release you from our custody without somewhere to go otherwise you would have remained in the cells. Your brother, Aberforth Dumbledore refuses to render aid to you, he will not let you sleep under his roof," the chief warlock stated, causing Albus to flinch at the fact his own brother would see him put in Azkaban rather than help him. "It has been decided that you can remain in Hogwarts for the duration of your house arrest, but our stipulations stand, you will be watched closely so you do not forget them, you will merely be a support for Headmistress McGonagall, anything more than that it will force our hand and ensure you end up in Azkaban prison."

"You will find a secluded area of the school, one where he does not come into direct contact with the students, is that understood? Headmistress McGonagall, should we find you've let any occur, or any of the teachers have let it happen…the full wrath of the Ministry of magic will come down on the school and we will do all in our power to see each and every one of the teachers involved is fired." was added with the chief warlock with utter seriousness.

"I will," Minerva swore grimly, she was surprised nonetheless that they would dare to let Dumbledore back within Hogwarts walls. She knew the restrictions wouldn't work on the older man, he would find new alternative ways to keep his word without it affecting him.

"Good, the Aurors will escort you and ensure it is adequate." the chief warlock informed her.

Sirius scowled, it wasn't good enough, and he should have been put in Azkaban for what he did. The only reason that stopped him from bellowing it out was the fact his godson was actually alive. Dumbledore's schemes had failed, and he had Snape to thank for that, he had gone back in time, risked everything to keep Harry said and he only wished he'd been the one to go. "Let's get out of here." Sirius said through gritted teeth, he wanted to go home now…hopefully to see his godson. Who despite the fact he lived nearer to - he wasn't any closer to. He was either out when Sirius went by or with his friends studying - for his OWLS! It was crazy he was twelve years old for Merlin's sake; he should only be in his second year at school not taking his OWLS! It was mad - utter madness.

"I agree," Remus said nodding, with that he and Sirius stood up, having to wait on the others moving. Which didn't actually take too long, thankfully, seen as everyone was either desperate to get out to gossip, or return to their newspapers or magazine stations and get the word out as soon as possible. There were those who had come for the enjoyment of seeing Dumbledore so destroyed, who lagged behind just content to move at their own pace.

Once Remus and Sirius said goodbye to Minerva, they found a quiet spot to Portkey away, they were just removing it when Minerva Apparated to the school, urgently needing to inform the house-elves about their new…guest, and how it was to be she wasn't going to lose her job over Dumbledore, she positively swore this.

Sirius and Remus uttered the word for the Portkey and were transported across the world, landing in the apartment they had bought in St. Lucia. It hadn't been easy, Sirius had to sell Grimmauld Place and his old flat, everything that had been in Grimmauld Place had been stashed in a vault to be forgotten. He still had some of the fortune his uncle gave him and of course the compensation for his wrongful imprisonment. It wouldn't last forever so both Remus and he had discussed getting jobs. It would be easier for Remus actually, as ironic as it sounded, okay, maybe not ironic.

"Do you think Harry will like the broomstick?" Sirius said, looking very hopeful.

"I'm sure he will," Remus said smiling patiently, "But this is going to be a busy year for him Sirius, he's taking his OWLS, you remember how we were…it's probably worse for him and his friends, so if he can't spare the time…do not take it personally." he warned the sullen Sirius with an eye roll.

Severus had done extremely well in raising Harry, he had fixed past mistakes and he would always be grateful to him for that. All Remus had to do now was make sure Sirius didn't screw everything up.


The End

There we go, this is where I'm going to end this one and the sequel will be posted soon starting from when Harry is fourteen years old :) I can't think of a title for it off the top of my head yet so sorry you'll need to watch out for it!