Hello all! I have brought another chapter. I don't really have much to say, other than to hope that you enjoy this chapter. I don't mean for this to seemed rushed in any way, so please tell me if you feel like it is. The freedom of Sirius is a huge attack on Dumbledore's pedestal of power, and another block away from Harry being his martyr.

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Last time:

The young man stared at her for a moment before he stood up, fixing his jacket and tie before bowing his head to her. "Have a good day Ms Bones." He stated kindly. As he made it to her door, clicking it open, he level one more glance towards her. "If you would, could you at least send me the trial information, even a confirmation. I will be staying in Britain for the next few months in search of a job." Amelia nodded, to which the young man closed the door softly.

Sighing into her work, Amelia picked up the next document and looked it over. 'Well, it wouldn't take too long to ease that boy's concerns. I just have to go to the archives and pull up the paper. At least it's not like that boy is the minister, practically handing me all his work for the week.' He thought to herself, going over the next attempt to go around her authority and stamping it with a disprove stamp.

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Chapter 5: Trials for the Free

It was two days later when Alex received a letter from Amelia Bones, stating that there was no trial on record, and that she was investigating the matter. It was four when she sent a second reply, stating how Sirius Black never received a trial, and it was two weeks later when she finally brought this to the attention of the Wizengamot. Alex wished that he could claim one of his old seats in the Ministry, just to see what was going to happen at the trial of his once Uncle Padfoot.

He was currently at Gringotts, 'happening' to get a job after applying for their positions in warding, healing, and runes. He was currently stationed in their mines, helping deal with any injuries that the goblins might receive while in the mines or dealing with the dragon, helping go over tomes and items of ancient descent in order to help the Bank decide how much they were worth, and helping to ward and upgrade the defenses at the Bank. The goblins might hate receiving help from a lowly wizard, but by Ragnok's orders, they put up with him, especially with how he was helping secure their defenses and protect their gold.

While Alexander Hawthorn worked there, making money to afford his living expenses, something much different was occurring in the Wizengamot session that Amelia Bones was attending.

"Order, the Wizengamot is now in session." Chief Warlock Dumbledore stated powerfully, getting everyone's attention and silence.

"Thank you, Dumbledore." Minister Fudge said as he looked around at the room full of high standing wizards. "To begin this session, I would like to bring attention to a new bill that has been proposed, regarding the placement of Muggleborns into Ministry jobs. As most of you know, the Ministry..." The Minister began to talk about how Muggleborns were not accustom to society, and would be unable to complete certain tasks in the Ministry like a Halfblood, or better, a Pureblood would. Several other topics came up, usually things that enticed the almost fully pureblood Wizengamot. Despite how much they seemed to support muggleborns on the outside, it was clear to a few individuals in the room that all parties, whether Light or Dark, seemed to be agree on the same systems. Some out of distaste for lesser blood, others out of 'protecting them from failure'. It was enough to make some sneer at the machinations of the magical government. It was as the session reach its halfway point that Amelia, having had enough on the topic of obliviation regarding muggleborn relatives, made her case.

"Before the next bill is completely addressed, I would like to go over a great injustice that occurred in our Ministry, under all of our noses no less." That caused a few muttering in the building, many surprised that Amelia Bones has made a statement like this.

"Ms Bones, I am surprised that you have something to add, though I don't know what you mean by a great injustice." The Minister said a bit flustered. His eyes darted around, seeming to look for support from others. She mentally sighed at the predictability of the current Minister.

"I will begin at the beginning then. During this time of year, I like to review my cases, new and old, to make sure that everything is airtight in our system. As I went over those imprisoned in Azkaban, I came across an individual who received no trial. " Pulling out her files, she looked over the entire group of wizards, all of them intrigued or interested in some way as to what she was stating.

"After going into this person's information and what happened that night, I must see to it that Sirius Black receive a trial."

The entire Wizengamot exploded with rage, many yelling at Amelia about how terrible Sirius Black was and how he killed his best friend, as well as his connection to helping You-Know-Who find the Potters. Albus Dumbledore eventually brought order to the whole situation, but that did not mean he was no less curious, a level of worry hiding underneath his grandfatherly eyes.

"Amelia, I understand you need for justice, but it was confirmed that Sirius Black was the murderer of his friend Peter Pettigrew, as well as the secret keeper of the Potters, who led He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to them." Alemia nodded.

"I must agree, I understand the evidence placed against this man, however because of my position as the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I must make sure that every person sent to Azkaban receives a trial. If not for the right to trial, then many of our own members of the Wizengamot would be rotting away in the same place." She leveled a glare at Lord Malfoy, as well as several other confirmed death eaters 'by imperius'. "If I do not give every person a right to a trial. If we do not give a right to a trial, then anyone can be sentenced to prison for life without a word." She sent a look towards the Minister. "Does that sound fair?"

The Minister looked around nervously. "I-I suppose that that is fair. Have the guards bring him up from his cell." He did not like it, but if he stood against her now, then she would only continue this campaign outside of the Wizengamot...possibly even discovering more thestrals in the closet and getting her whole department involved. He shivered at the thought, ignoring the 'hems' of his undersecretary.

"Amelia, that man is dangerous." Albus tried one more time as two guards exited the doors and apparated towards the prison. "We cannot allow this session to be hijacked by a man who will no doubt scream about his betrayal of the Potters, the family of the boy that saved our world."

Before his words could build momentum in the crowd, Amelia sighed, standing tall and proud. "Please do not question my reasoning, Chief Warlock. I know that this man may have done terrible things, but it is my job to make sure that all forms of justice are dealt with, even the parts that are not so savory. I would also like to learn what information he has, as he never received a trial, that means he was never interrogated on what he knew about the inner circle." With that, the people on the 'Light' side couldn't help but agree with her, the idea of ousting some death eaters sounding too good to pass up. Albus sat back down, nodding his head in resignation as her orders were issued to bring him in.

As everyone waited for the man who helped murder the Potters, Amelia looked around the room with observant eyes. She watched how in the 'Light' corner of the room, many of the members were none too happy about the sudden statement she made. Many of them would rather they never see the man's face again. She looked over the 'Dark' area to see many looks of indifference, though some of which looked more like they had swallowed one of Dumbledore's lemon drops then anything else. If she could put another death eater away with the possible information Black had, if he was guilty that was, then it was worth it. Maybe even find out who was 'Imperiused' as so many claimed they were. She won in both ways no matter what.

There were many who were muttering amongst themselves and she couldn't help but wonder how this might go. Yes, she could have made this a private incident by speaking to the Minister, but her instincts told her that, like always, he would attempt to cover it up, leaving a man in prison without a trial, especially with the evidence against Black.

A part of her wondered why she was doing this herself, putting her career on the line for an old Auror. Was it because of the Hawthorn character who brought this to her attention? Maybe her own belief in the man's innocence. Sirius was unhinged, but he was loyal to no degree. Him and James were her best Aurors before they all went into hiding. They arrested the most death eaters out of any Auror, more together alongside Frank Longbottom then the rest of her department.

Maybe she just wanted to see the brat one last time, even if it was to see him admit to his own crimes. She couldn't just let the man stay in Azkaban without a trial. Casting one last glance at the Chief Warlock, she couldn't help but wonder why he seemed to adamant about not wanting the man to receive a trial. The venerable man about second chances and redemption.

It was minutes later that a disgusting looking man was dragged up to the Wizengamot in chains, his body sagging under the weight of magic suppressing metals. His hair covered his face, ragged clothing barely washing over his malnourished body. The entire building of Purebloods couldn't help but cringe internally at his horrible appearance.

"Whas goin on." The man muttered out in a gravely voice, to which Amelia walked up to him as they seated him in a horrible steel chair, one equip with latches and locks to hold him down. As the guards sneered at the man, fastening the restraints tightly around his limbs and head, Amelia walked up and stared at him in the eye. Dear Merlin this man looked terrible.

"Sirius Black, it has come to our attention that you received no trial upon your entrance into Azkaban, That will commence now." The man's eyes seemed to glow with a shine of hope, a smile almost making its way to his gaunt face.

"Do you consent to the use of Veritaserum, Mr Black?"

"Yes." He said, nodding his head rapidly, or as rapidly as his stiff bones let him. As soon as that statement was made, a guard pulled his head back by his hair, opening his mouth and forcing a drop of the clear potion down his throat.

Amelia watched as the man's eyes glazed over. "What is your full name?" She watched as his dead eyes seemed to glaze over.

"Sirius Orion Black."

"What is your date of birth?"

"November 3, 1959"

"What is something interesting about your life?"

"In sixth year, it was myself and James who turned all of Hogwarts gold and red, including the Slytherin House's underwear."

That statement caused a small rouse of snickers in the room, some of the member of the session having fond memories of that event, but nobody ever owned up to it, though there were suspicions of who did it. Amelia nodded and turned around to face the wizards in the room, who were still quieting themselves. "Let it be said that the Veritaserum has taken affect, please have this on record via dicta or scribe." Amelia turned back around and looked at Sirius Black.

"Sirius Black, were you there the night the Potters were killed?"

"Yes."

A rouse tried to start up, but Amelia quickly silenced it with a raise of her hand and a glare to the crowd. She wouldn't let a riot destroy justice. Starting back at the deplorable looking man, she continued.

"Did you lead You-Know-Who to the Potters?"

"No." That caused another row, but not out of anger. She nodded to herself.

"Were you their secret keeper?"

"No, it was Wormtail."

The crowd was surprised by the statement. It was common knowledge that Sirius Black was the secret keeper of the Potters. How else did he lead You-Know-Who there?

"Who is Wormtail?" Amelia asked, trying to piece everything together.

"Peter Pettigrew, we called him that because of his animagus form, a rat."

"I see. Do you know who led You-Know-Who to the Potters?"

"Yes."

"Who was it?"

"It was Peter."

The mutterings in the crowd grew stronger, but Amelia continued.

"How did Peter lead You-Know-Who there?"

"Peter was the real secret keeper. I was a decoy to hide him so nobody would go after him. Turns out the rat was a death eater and betrayed us."

Amelia wasn't done yet. She needed to seal his innocence. "Why were you found laughing at the place where Peter Pettigrew and several muggles were killed?"

"After finding out what Peter had done, I had to give Bambi to Hagrid. I gave him my bike and I ran after the rat to catch him. After I caught up with him, I confronted him, only for him to scream that I killed Lily and James, before throwing a cheering charm at me. He launched a reducto to distract me, but it ended up hitting a muggle vehicle full of liquid, blowing up and killing all those muggles. Then I watched as he cut off his finger and transformed into his animagus form. The next thing I remember, I was in a cell."

The room was practically silent now, Amelia staring down at the innocent man who had suffered for many years.

"Who is Bambi?" She asked softly. A tear slid down the ragged man's face.

"Bambi is Harry. He's my godson, I loved him with everything in my heart. I wanted to run away with him, but... I was so mad, and Hagrid said he would take care of him. I'm so sorry Bambi...I'm sorry." The Veritaserum seemed to have run its course, the man's emotions showing through and breaking from the powerful truth serum.

Everyone was completely silent, nobody knowing what to say at the moment. Not only was this man innocent, but he was trying to catch the true betrayer, only to be taken out before he had the chance. Many looked ashamed at the huge miscarry of justice, while others looked a bit upset, not only on the man's part, but by the fact that he was going to be released from prison. Though that was more for Lord Malfoy, who now lost all chances at gaining the Black Vaults.

Looking down at the crying, rugged man, Amelia felt herself grow angry. "Remove those restraints. We do not chain up innocent people." The guards immediately did so, tearing off the chains and unshackling the wrongly accused individual. Through the whole process, he continued to cry softly. "By my authority as the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I hereby decree that Sirius Black be released of all convictions, as well as compensated for his years spent in Azkaban. Those in favor?" The room lit up in a flash of white tipped wands, some more apprehensive than others but nonetheless raised.

She cast a glance at the Chief Warlock one last time, who had his wand raised, but the tip of his wand barely lit. She would have to keep an eye on him.