Harry and Hermione landed in the R&D room and found Sasha working alone. "You should take a vacation, Sasha," said Harry. "Especially with, you know…"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Harry. Though your friend looks like she might collapse. Harry turned to Hermione and saw she was wide eyed and shocked.

"Her…"

"Thatincredible! Tothinkyougothroughthatonaregularbasis! It'ssimplyremarkable! Iwanttodoitagain! Canwedoitagain?!" Hermione calmed down when Harry grabbed her shoulder and sent a slight zap.

"That's better. Any more and you'd forget to breathe, Hermione." She blushed and hid her face with her bangs.

"Sorry. I tend to get over excited easily."

"Just be glad I'm used to someone one wording everything."

"Who?"

"Isabel," said Harry and Sasha.

"I'd say I'm surprised, but after meeting her that would be a lie." Harry grinned and answered his phone when it rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Harry. Two coming in."

"Alright." Harry moved Hermione behind him with Sasha and aimed the phone at the designated landing zone. The Patil twins Charged through and landed in the room, Parvati stumbling slightly.

"Yeah," said Parvati. "Still feels weird. I don't care what you say. I won't ever get used to that."

"Then don't tag along," said Harry with a grin. The twins turned around and smiled.

"Happy Birthday, Harry!" they said together. Harry smiled.

"Thank you, ladies." He blushed when they both placed a kiss on his cheek. They giggled as Hermione stayed silent, kicking herself slightly. Harry cleared his throat. "Uh… let's get to the others. Sasha. You coming?"

"I'll be right over. I'm still trying to crack the crates digital lock."

"If Holly and I couldn't force our way in, you're going to have an even harder time."

"Would you kindly stop talking, please? Thank you. Off you go." She waved him away and he grumbled at the usage of the phrase. Hermione giggled and followed him, the twins close behind. Harry led them to his and Cindy's apartment and found Cindy there, Isabel sitting beside her, a stack of cinderblocks on her legs, arms tied behind her back and tears streaming down her face.

"Hey Mom. Hey Izzy."

"Welcome back Harry," said Cindy. The girls looked at him as he casually walked passed them.

"I take it this is common," asked Parvati.

"Very. You get used to it," said Harry.

"Help me…" groaned Isabel.

"Whatever it is, she deserves it," said Harry. "Just leave her there."

"You're evil!"

"What did she do," asked Padma.

"Got Harry a gift she knew I wouldn't approve of," said Cindy.

"What'd ya get me," asked Harry.

"Nothing you're going to receive," said Cindy.

"It's his birthday," said Isabel. "You're really going to deny him a gift?"

"Yes. Because of the gift itself." Padma went to Isabel and whispered in her ear. She nodded and Harry groaned.

"Would someone please tell me what the gift is?"

"No," said Padma. "You'll have to wait."

"The wait is torture though!"

"You know nothing of torture," shouted Isabel. "How did you even get the idea to do this anyways?!"

"Sakura," said Cindy. "You forget. She prefers me to you."

"Only because she's trying to get into Harry's heart through you. Speaking of which. I thought the Akagi's were going to show up."

"They're on their way. They called about thirty minutes ago to let me know. Harry. An owl arrived earlier. It was addressed from one Amelia Bones?"

"That was fast! I met her today at Ollivander's just a few hours ago. She was the one with Sirius the night my family was attacked."

"Wait," said Isabel. "Bones? Isn't that the name of… Gahh!" she cried out as Cindy and Harry both added blocks onto her. Both knew she was about to bring up the Betrothal Contracts signed by his father. A subject they'd rather leave silent until it could be talked about with the two families involved. When Harry learned about the contracts three years prior, he had been adamant about speaking with both families on the matter before mentioning anything.

"Don't make this worse," warned Harry. Isabel paled, if such a thing could be possible, and clamped her mouth shut. Hermione was about to ask what that reaction was about when the doors opened, and Sakura ran in to hug Harry.

"Harry!" She stopped short when she saw the girls. "Why's the She-Devil here?!"

"I live here," said Isabel. "Oh wait. You weren't speaking about me."

"Hello again, Sakura," said Parvati with a smirk as she went to Harry and wrapped her arms around his neck and a wicked grin on her face.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM HAG!"

"Sakura," said Harry. "What's rule number one of any online forum?"

"Don't feed the Troll," she muttered.

"Then what should you do right now?"

"…Not let my anger get to me."

"And?"

"…Get along with anyone you consider a friend."

"Good." Parvati grinned and kissed Harry's cheek again making Sakura growl and grip the hem of her dress. Harry sighed. "You all can relax for a bit. Sakura, show them to the Rec Room. I need to see an owl. And Sakura. The fact that I need to say this worries me, but no maiming, no rending, no killing. Understand?" She growled, glaring at Parvati but nodded. He turned to Parvati. "Don't start anything."

"I promise nothing."

"Just… don't aggravate her to the point of throwing things. Her magic tends to enhance her strength."

"By how much," asked Padma. Harry removed a large painting, revealing an equally large hole in the wall. Sakura rubbed the back of her head, laughing sheepishly as the girls stared at her.

"That's just from her getting frustrated while learning English. Imagine what she'd do if she were angry with you." Parvati paled slightly at Sakura's evil grin. Harry sighed before turning to Hermione and Padma. "Make sure they behave, please."

"I'll make sure my stupid sister doesn't say anything to get herself killed by the scary purple girl."

"And I'll get the adults if something happens," said Hermione.

"Just be sure it's the right adult. Isabel won't do shit, Zeke doesn't handle authority well and Zed is… more scared of her than he is ghosts."

"Go for Cindy, got it."

"What about Sasha," asked Padma.

"When she gets busy. There's no pulling her away. It's one of her best qualities." He went to the roof where a small room had been added off to the side to act as a roosting area for Hedwig and other visiting messenger birds. Harry entered the roost and saw a big horned owl sitting next to Hedwig. It held out it's leg and Harry took its message before offering it some food and letting it fly away. He looked at Hedwig. "Do you birds have magic as well?" Hedwig simply stared at him and hooted. "Fine. Don't tell me." He stroked her feathers before reading the message.

Dear Harry,

It occurred to me that today was your birthday. I'm sorry for not saying earlier so, Happy Birthday. Susan will have your gift with her on the Hogwarts Express. Hope the rest of your day is well. I've gotten in contact with Dumbledore. The trial is scheduled for next week. Try and get in contact with me before then about you attending.

From,

Director Amelia Bones, Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Harry grinned and turned to Hedwig. "Up for a delivery, Girl?" Hedwig barked in response and Harry Charged to his personal lab, constructed a computer, router, and modem, placed them, and a personal power generator of his own design into a box with an internal expansion charm and Charged back to the roost before placing it in a bag and letting the snowy owl take it. He wrote a message and tied it to her leg. "Take this to Director Bones of the British DMLE, got it?" Hedwig hooted and took off. He watched her fly into a cloud and went to the Rec Room where Danzo was holding an angry Sakura back from trying to kill Parvati. "What happened?"

"I tried stopping her," said Padma. "But she made a comment about how she'll get to spend more time with you and build a stronger relationship with you than her because we're all going to Hogwarts together while she has to wait for another year." Harry stepped to the side, grabbed sheet from a newspaper, folded it into a fan and handed it to Sakura.

"Quarter strength. Anymore and you'll be tied up." Sakura grinned sadistically as Parvati sweated.

"Harry…" called Parvati weakly.

"Deserved," said Padma as Sakura hit Parvati on the head.

"I'm going to go mad being friends with you, aren't I," asked Hermione.

"Mad," asked Harry. "No. Slightly insane? Possibly."

"Splendid."

"It could be worse. I could be a complete dumbass."

"You mean more than usual," asked Isabel as she walked in, limping slightly.

"How did you get out?"

"Told Zed I'd give him a budget for the hoverboard project again if he gave me a drop of blood."

"How long before he realizes that was just an empty bribe?"

"I give it a week."

"Why does he still work here," asked Hermione.

"Because we're the only one's who would deal with his bullshit. I don't mind him experimenting, but when he goes through hundreds of prototypes, we need to make sure he doesn't bankrupt us from his failures."

"And how often?..."

"Too often," said Harry and Isabel with a sigh.

"Honestly. He really should just allow us to help. Magic would solve his hover problem instant…ly…" Harry trailed off as an idea popped into mind. "I'll be right back." Harry Charged to his private workshop. Curious, Padma Charged and followed him. Sakura pouted.

"So unfair…"

"Tell me about," said Parvati and Hermione. Harry landed and was about to take a step when he felt Padma coming. He turned around and caught her as she landed. They blushed when they saw how close their faces were and Padma scrambled away, embarrassed. She cleared her throat and hid her face.

"So… what idea did you just have?"

"Um…" Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts. "You remember what I told you a month ago? Back in New Marais?"

"You mean the Mysterious Girl," she asked. Harry mentally noted the hint of jealousy in her voice and stored it away for later.

"Yeah. She did something neither me nor Cole could ever figure out. She managed to fly using Static Thrusters emitting from her hands and feet. Bringing up magic brought my mind back to her and how she pulled it off. It also reminded me of how me and Cole hover."

"You're going to try and recreate that into a hovercraft design, aren't you?"

"If I can. Our magic has allowed us to do some insane, illogical things, and hovering isn't even the tip of the iceberg. If I can construct a powerful enough battery and find a way to properly store static electricity I can recreate the Thrusters. First, I'll need to create a hoverboard for Technomancer use."

"Allow us to channel electricity into the device and act like the Thrusters?"

"Yeah. That's what I was thinking." Activating Schematic, the two Technomancers started working.

Back in the Rec Room, Zed finally managed to convince Sasha to join the party after her thirtieth failed attempt at opening the crate. She sighed. "Whoever designed that damn lock is good. I can't hack it, cut it, melt it. I can't even magic it open."

"Maybe it takes a Technomancer to open it," suggested Hermione.

"Harry tried, that's why I am doing this. When his magic can't get something done, I manage to do it and lord it over him for a bit."

"What hasn't his magic been able to do?"

"That's interesting. I thought his magic allowed him to see how to make and improve things."

"It does. But I figured out it's based on information he already had from experience or from what he downloaded. There are a few tricks he doesn't know yet that I do. Tricks I won't teach him just yet."

"Excuse us," said Harry as he and Padma strolled in smiling like mad. Zed gaped as he saw they were hovering on metal skates and dropped the food he had in his hand. Harry leaned back slightly and came to a halt in front of Isabel who was grinning and snickering. "Did we miss anything?"

"And this is why you're a showoff," said Isabel as Cindy and Sam came in, Cole close behind them. He noticed the skates and grinned.

"Now there's something you don't see every day."

"Oh these? It's nothing special." Sasha rubbed her husbands back as he sat in the chair next to her, defeated. "Relax, Zed. These are only Technomancer compatible. We have an idea for you to work with for normal hover devices. It's based on the Static Thrusters."

"That explains why Isabel's hair is standing on end," said Cindy, adjusting her glasses with a smirk. Isabel pulled out a mirror and freaked at the sight of her reflection. Harry sighed as he and Padma deactivated their skates.

"World's smartest and vainest woman."

"Why does she care what she looks like," asked Hermione.

"Because she's a dhampir."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Being a dhampir, she gains a Natural Perfection. She can remain in her twenties forever, has flawless skin and hair, peak physical condition and heightened magical awareness."

"…That's unfair," said Hermione and the twins. Isabel grinned and flattened out her hair before pouncing on Harry and smothering him in her cleavage.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to mess up my hair, Kid," she asked sweetly.

"Don't kill my son on his birthday, Isabel," said Cindy.

"Don't kill me ever," shouted Harry through the dhampir's chest. Padma blushed lightly and looked away. Harry managed to pull away and turned into lightning, dashing a few feet away. "Whoa! What the?..."

"How'd you do that," asked Cole. "That looks like the move Kessler used against me back in Empire City."

"I don't know. I was just focused on getting away from the crazy hag."

"That's it!" Cindy chucked a plate of nachos at him, hitting his face.

"Deserved," said the twins. Sakura giggled as Hermione shook her head.

"I truly will go insane."

"Only slightly," said Harry as Sakura took a chip from his face and ate it. He looked at her and blinked. "Oh right. I almost forgot." Harry Charged away again and came back a few seconds later with a case on his back.

"That's starting to get annoying," said Parvati.

"Sorry, it's faster than running." Harry set down the case and opened it. He pulled out a pole with a unique blade at the end. He pressed the button and the blade gave a faint hum, glowing at the edge. He swung the blade and sliced through a metal table with ease, spilling the snacks onto the ground.

"Dammit, Little Man," said Zeke.

"Sorry. Wasn't thinking."

"Nothing new there," said Cole. Harry cringed slightly before turning off the blade. He turned to Danzo.

"Why a naginata? Melee weapons have no place in modern combat." Danzo took the weapon and set it next to him.

"We've been designing modern armor with an old fashioned samurai style. With modern technology, we can make a proper armor that gives the most protection from modern firearms. I figured an old weapon to accompany it would make it better. I asked you to give it a modern twist and you have delivered once again, Harry. Arigato." He stood up and bowed. Harry bowed back and smiled at the man he considered a second uncle.

"Well," said Isabel. "With that. I think my gift is more appropriate then."

"Don't you dare, Isabel," said Cindy.

"Calm down, Sis," said Cole. "How bad could it be?" Isabel pulled out a small object from her purse as Cindy whirled on her brother. She tossed it in front of Harry who watched as it expanded, revealing the swords from the Reality Room.

"You got them?!"

"Yep!" She grinned smugly. "Who's your favorite mentor?"

"Still Cole." She visibly deflated and Harry grinned before hugging her. She sighed and hugged back.

"Happy birthday, Kid."

"Thanks, Izzy." Sakura stared at the swords and moved closer to the case.

"Uncle… is that?..."

"Juuchi Yomasu and Yawarakai-Te." The Akagi family eyed the swords with respect and reverence.

"I'm sorry," said Harry as he heard the names. "You mean the Masamune legend?"

"The very same," said Haruka. "We know because Danzo's brother, Kariya, was a history and mythology major in Ryuga. He talked about the blades often. They were his favorite subject. He did enough research that he was able to put together exactly what each sword looked like. Juuchi Yomasu, 10,000 Cold Nights, has a black wrapped Tsuka and Sageo. Yawarakai-Te, Tender Hands, is wrapped with white. Yawarakai-Te is shorter and has a shorter blade and a peaceful aura while Juuchi Yomasu is longer and feels more sinister."

"Juuchi Yomasu is cursed," said Sakura. "Daddy believed it to be possessed by an oni. Said it was the only explanation for the bloodlust of the blade." Sakura approached the case and put her hand on the glass. "Where did you find these?"

"Hogwarts," said Harry. "They were in this strange room that could make dreams reality. It was enchanted to give you what you need. It was in a room filled with discarded and lost items." Harry looked at the case and felt Schematic activate. He looked at the case and saw gears beneath the swords. "It's a puzzle box." Sakura looked at him as he went to the case and shifted the glass counterclockwise. Everyone saw the glass lift up with the sound of ancient gears. Following the locking mechanisms, Harry turned each part of the wooden base in specific directions.

"Padma, what's he seeing," asked Parvati. Padma activated schematic and looked at the case.

"He's seeing the inner machinations of the box and seeing where to turn it to unlock the case." When the last piece was in place, Harry stood back as the case realigned and the glass separated to release the swords. Harry looked at Juuchi Yomasu and saw a black smoke emitting from it.

"I think your uncle was right about the possession, wrong about the entity. Cole, little help overcharging?"

"Wait," said Isabel. "You think it's a Horcrux?"

"Yeah. Just not one of Tom's." Harry and Cole put their hands on the sword and sent an onslaught of lightning into the blade. They watched as a black smoke rose from the blade and black liquid oozed from the edge. An unearthly scream filled the room and Zed instinctively stood between the soul and his wife, despite his fear. The soul piece roared and charged at the two Technomancers. Harry pulled out his wand and sent a concentrated stream of lightning at the soul piece, obliterating it. Harry roared as it was destroyed and dropped to his knees, weakened from the drain. "Can I get a recharge? Even with the boost from the wand, that was a lot." Cole sent a few jolts to him and he sighed. "Thank you."

"That's what you did to Voldemort's Horcrux," asked Cindy. "That was horrifying."

"You think you're scared? I had one in my head for most of my life." Harry shook his head and felt three pairs of arms wrap around him. He looked and saw Padma, Hermione and Sakura hugging him, equal amounts of fright and relief in their faces. "Feeling a bit claustrophobic, here." They apologized and let go. He adjusted his tie and smiled at them before moving to the swords. He grabbed the sword forged by Muramasa, Juuchi Yomasu, and felt a small twinge of fear as its history of bloodshed could be felt, even without the Horcrux inside it.

"I think you should keep it," said Danzo. "It is a formidable weapon. And may prove useful." Harry nodded before reaching out and grabbing Yawarakai-Te and handing it to Sakura who had been eyeing it since the case was opened. She hugged it to her, smiling. "You'll need proper training to use it. And don't say you'll download the information. Wielding a katana takes discipline and training. You can't cheat your way through it."

"Won't stop me from trying. Ow," he exclaimed as Sakura hit him with the Saya of Yawarakai-Te on the head.

"If I have to properly train, so do you."

"I'm not Japanese, let alone from a Samurai Bloodline. You're Onna-Bugeisha. I can cheat. You can't. Perks of being a Gaijin."

"You are irritating," she pouted.

"So you've told me." He grinned and looked at the people in the room. "I think it's time to stop the dramatics now and get to the party." Cindy saw him smile but knew he was shaken from what just happened. She sighed but put on a smile for her son. Harry's friends and family enjoyed the day with Harry thanking everyone for their gifts, putting the recent events behind him for the moment.

Sirius Black groaned as he heard someone open his cell. He looked up and saw Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt standing before him. He sat up from the stone slab that was his bed in Azkaban and turned to his former instructor. "Hey, Kingsley," he said weekly. "Feeding the prisoners now? Must've done something bad to get demoted…"

"Get up, Sirius," said Kingsley. He put shackles on him once Sirius was standing. "Follow me."

"Am I getting to eat at a table for once?"

"Quit the jokes and get walking."

"Yes, sir." Sirius gave a mock salute and followed Kingsley out of the cellblock. He walked passed his cousin's cell and jumped when her hand grabbed his rags.

"Dear cousin… don't forget to write…" She laughed manically and retreated from the door of her cell before growing silent.

"You're already warped mind is truly lost now, isn't it?" Sirius continued to follow Kingsley and was put into a carriage with Kingsley next to him. Across from him sat Senior Auror Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody and Amelia Bones. He looked at her. "Amelia?..." She glanced at him briefly before keeping her steely gaze on the papers in her hand.

"Eyes forward, Black," said Moody. "And mouth shut! I won't have you cracking jokes no one but you thinks funny on the way to the Ministry."

"What, am I getting a trial finally?" Amelia glanced at him again and he noticed. "Wait… I'm getting a trial?"

"Aye, lad. Finally."

"What brought this on?"

"An investigation about the night you were put away," said Amelia. "Showed there was no evidence of what was previously assumed. We're putting your trial on now to ensure we didn't fuck up ten years ago."

"I'm sure this will be interesting then."

"Oh, he's going to love you," said a voice, startling Sirius. He blinked as a small blue figure blinked into existence on Amelia's shoulder.

"Why is there a pixie here?"

"I'm not a pixie, Mr. Black. What I am is far more interesting. But you'll have to wait until your trial to find out."

"A vague pixie. Why can't things be easy."

"Then it wouldn't be life."

"Heh. Sounds like something Lily would say…"

"We're here," said Kingsley, a small amount of surprise in his voice.

"Already," asked Sirius. Kingsley opened the door to the carriage and led Sirius out. He turned around and saw a car in place of the carriage. "An Impala? When did the Ministry stiffs get Muggle invention?"

"Follow us, Black," said Mad-Eye. Black followed behind them through the Ministry and to the Wizengamot meeting room where the trial would be held. He looked up and saw another familiar face.

"Ted?" The man turned around and Theodore 'Ted' Tonks faced his client.

"Sirius. You look like shite."

"I feel like it too. I take it you're defending me?"

"Yes. When I heard that you were more than likely innocent, I knew I had to be the one to defend you."

"There's reason to believe I'm innocent? When did that happen?"

"You'll find out soon, Mr. Black," said the strange blue figure. Sirius waited for a few minutes as the members of the Wizengamot filed in. The sight of Sirius had a few members muttering angrily and others look away in scorn.

"Tough crowd."

"Shut up," said Mad-Eye. Amelia took her place beside Dumbledore as the head of the DMLE and Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, sat beside them both. Sirius spotted a blotch of pink sitting just behind him.

"One spot of color in a sea of grey and it's from the ugliest person I've ever seen."

"Shut up," said Mad-Eye and Kingsley.

"Some things never change, I see," said Ted. "Still a sense of humor, bad though it may be, after all these years."

"I have an excellent sense of humor, thank you very much."

"Keep telling yourself that." Dumbledore banged a gavel at his seat.

"Order! Can I have everyone's attention, please?!" A few seconds later, the members of the Wizengamot quieted down from their hushed conversations. "Thank you. Today, we have one topic on the agenda. The long overdue trial of Sirius Orion Black."

"Hem-hem," coughed a voice behind Cornelius Fudge. 'I can already tell this is going to get annoying,' thought Sirius. "Before we begin. Director Bones. It is against regulations to bring a pet magical creature to Wizengamot meetings." 'Definitely going to get annoying.'

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," said Amelia. "There are no magical creatures here."

"Unless you count the house elf that's invisible by the man with the man with horrible platinum blonde hair." Sirius smirked as Lucius Malfoy sneered at the blue figure.

"Lord Malfoy," said Dumbledore. "If you do indeed have your family house elf with you, please send it away. That goes for all other Lords in attendance. Send them out, now." After a few pops, Amelia continued.

"My companion here is not a magical creature in the sense that you define them by."

"I am in fact an A.I. An Artificial Intelligence. Essentially, as my creator puts it, I am a computer with emotions." 'It's like that movie Lily showed me and James! Please don't end up blowing up the Earth… I like this planet!' "I'm here to oversee the trial of Sirius Orion Black, and record the outcome for the ICW."

"I hope that has satisfied the reason for your interruption, Senior Undersecretary Umbridge," said Amelia. Sirius smirked slightly as Umbridge sat down, trying to hide her anger.

"If there are no more interruptions, Mr. Black. Please step forward." Sirius was escorted forward and placed at a conjured table in front of Dumbledore, Amelia and Cornelius Fudge.

"Excuse me, Dumbledore," said Malfoy. "But why are we giving Black a trial? I thought this matter was closed 10 years ago."

"An investigation has brought to light the fact that Sirius Orion Black was never given a trial in the first place. Auror Dawlish simply dropped him in Azkaban without trial or probable cause. We are giving him his trial today."

"It's only ten years late," said Sirius. "But better late than never, I suppose." Amelia's eyebrow twitched slightly as she remembered how aggravating her ex-boyfriend could be.

"I say we just put him back and get it over with," said a man in to Malfoy's right.

"Then I suppose we should put all alleged Death Eaters in Azkaban without trial as well, Lord Flint? It seems only fair, since he is an alleged Death Eater, as are all of the people who claimed to have been under the Imperius." Amelia looked out into the crowd and saw several Lords sweating, and a few of them sneering at her. All from the Dark and at least one from the Light. 'Not as clear cut as we originally thought,' she thought to herself. Flint received a glare from Malfoy and sat down, growling. "Then let's start this trial. Without anymore interruptions." She glanced over at Cornelius who was sweating profusely.

"Very good," said Dumbledore. He turned to Sirius. "Mr. Black. You are being charged with collaborating in the murder of James and Lily Potter, the murder of Peter Pettigrew, and the deaths of several Muggle civilians. How do you plead?"

"Innocent on all accounts," said Sirius and Ted nodded, standing next to him. "Don't believe me? Fine then. Give me Veritaserum." This lead to grumblings among the Dark Houses.

"Are you sure, Mr. Black," asked Dumbledore. "You know that this will force you to tell the truth."

"I've spent ten years in Azkaban. At this point, I have nothing to lose."

"Very well, Auror Shacklebolt. Administer three drops of Veritaserum to Mr. Black."

In the rafters behind the Wizengamot, Isabel and Cindy were standing by, Harry linked to them with a video call, the audio coming from the earphones they were listening to. "Veritaserum right off the back? Just how bad is Azkaban?"

"I don't think that's it," said Isabel. "I saw his eyes when we picked him up. They had life in them, not desperation. Something has made him cling to hope for ten years. Is the video link synced?"

"Yeah. Just gotta wait for the signal to reveal the evidence. Is Holly linked?"

"Yes, Harry," said the A.I.

"Alright. Just let me know when to send it."

Sirius was given the potion and when he next spoke, his voice was passive. "Tastes awful."

"Can you tell us your full name," asked Dumbledore.

"Sirius Orion Black."

"What is the date of the day you were born?"

"November 3rd, 1959,"

"The Veritaserum is working, Mr. Dumbledore," said Auror Shacklebolt after checking the information. Dumbledore nodded and turned to Sirius.

"Mr. Black, regarding the first charge, collaboration in the murder of James and Lily Potter, and the attempted murder of Harry Potter. Do you still plead innocent?"

"Yes."

"Please explain."

"James and Lily asked James' father to protect them with the Fidelus Charm. The original plan was for me to be the Secret Keeper, but I was the obvious choice. There was suspicion among our allies about a traitor within our midst. It was thought that our friend, Remus Lupin, was the traitor. An idea I still believe was false. Instead, I suggested our other friend, Peter Pettigrew, be the Secret Keeper."

"He must be lying," shouted a man as many people yelled at the man on trial.

"God these people are stupid," said Isabel as she rubbed her temples.

"What the hell is wrong with them," asked Harry.

"Oh so many things," said Cindy.

Dumbledore banged the gavel. "Order! Need I remind everyone that it takes years of mental training to just alter one's responses under Veritaserum to say the truth in a different way, and impossible to lie under the effects of the potion!" With low grumbles of anger and disbelief, the Lords quieted down. "Mr. Black, are you, or have you ever, been a Death Eater or associated to Lord Voldemort?" Isabel shook her head at the flinches from everyone in attendance.

"No."

"Where were you on the night of the attack on the Potter family?"

"I was attending a Muggle charity event with Amelia Bones. It was our 2 year anniversary. I was planning to propose to her when I felt something was wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"When Harry was born, James asked me to be his godfather. I partook in the godfather ritual, which would alert me if Harry was in danger if James and Lily were both dead. Before I could propose, I felt a pull on my magic. Harry was in trouble."

"Director Bones. Can you corroborate Mr. Black's claims?"

"Yes, I can. I was indeed on a date with Sirius Black on the night in question."

"How can we believe you," asked Lucius Malfoy.

"I have video evidence. I was aware that this would come to light and came prepared. Ms. Daniels. Please bring the evidence forward."

"That's our cue, Kid." Isabel and Cindy walked down the aisles and went next to Sirius.

"Please state your names for the record," said Dumbledore.

"Isabel Daniels, owner and founder of Daniels Magical Technologies."

"Cindy MacGrath, Isabel's personal assistant," said Cindy, adjusting her glasses.

"We are led to believe you have evidence to corroborate Mr. Black and Director Bones' claims. Is this true?"

"Yes it is," said Isabel. She pulled out a computer and projector and set it on a conjured table. She set up a white screen to project the images on and turned on the computer. "This is a No-Mag device. A computer allows one to access more information than a simple library. With it, we can record images, sounds and various other things." She pulled up an old news story. "This is a charity event taking place the night the Potter family was attacked. She fast forwarded the video to a certain part and paused. She zoomed in on a single part of the screen, revealing Sirius' face alongside the back of a red haired woman's head. "This is an image of Sirius Black at the charity event. The timestamp at the top right of the screen shows exactly when he was on camera. This is the precise time that James Potter was pronounced dead by investigators of the incident."

"This doesn't prove anything," shouted Flint. Malfoy glared at the man, but it went unnoticed. "Need I remind you that with magic, we can Apparate to a destination and back in mere seconds?! And there's no proof that the woman in this… image, is Director Bones."

"Thought someone would mention that. So I did a little digging. See, the hotel this was taking place in had some old camera system in place, old enough that it still had copies of past recordings on hand, stored away. I managed to get a copy of one of those recordings and have it ready here." Harry, hearing his cue, sent the buffed up image of Amelia and Sirius entering the hotel. They couldn't bring the actual copy, which was on a VHS tape, so Harry, having to be away from the trial anyway for the lack of power, was linking an old VCR to a computer at the hotel itself and using his magic to enhance the image from the original blurry format. "This is clearly Amelia and Sirius Black entering the hotel. Now keep your eyes on them." Harry, on cue, fast forwarded the video, linking it to several other feeds synced to the same time and showing Sirius and Amelia throughout their entire date, Sirius never leaving her side once until one moment when he walked away. The next few minutes showed Amelia waiting for him to return until the event was over, and she left the hotel.

"The timestamps tell us that Sirius has a solid alibi for the time of the Potter's murders. He is innocent of the first charge," said Dumbledore. The Dark Families grumbled amongst themselves. "Mr. Black, in light of the second charge, the murder of Peter Pettigrew, how do you plead?"

"Innocent."

"Explain."

"Peter Pettigrew is alive." Another bout of shouting caused Isabel to growl and send a blast of magic into the air, startling those in attendance.

"Thank you, Ms. Daniels. I find myself needing to remind everyone that Veritaserum prevents one from lying! Even the most experienced in the Mental Arts cannot stop themselves from telling the truth while under the effects of Veritaserum. They can answer it in ways that are truthful but not what one may want to hear, but such a technique is only achieved after a lifetime of training in the mental arts. Mr. Black, please give a full explanation."

"Back during our school days, Remus Lupin was turned into a werewolf by Fenrir Greyback. When he started taking wolfsbane potion to limit the effects of his transformations during the full moon, he was alone. Myself, James, and Peter decided to learn how to become Animagi so that we could make sure he wasn't alone. James was a stag, I was a dog resembling a grim, and Peter was a rat." Isabel looked around and saw many of the Light families muttering as what Sirius said hit them.

"And what happened the day that Peter was declared dead?"

As Sirius recalled the events of the day, Holly scanned the room, keeping eyes on those who were presumed to be Death Eaters. Most were angry. One remained calm. Holly singled out Malfoy who kept his eyes on her the entire time, clearly aware of her watching gaze. "After checking on Harry, and finding he was safe and with Dumbledore, being brought there by Rubeus Hagrid, I tracked down Peter, who I knew was the Secret Keeper. I tracked him down to a Muggle motel and cornered him. He was craftier than I thought. He got attention from nearby Muggles by claiming I betrayed James. He blasted a nearby gas line with an Incendio spell, blowing it up and knocking me to the ground. Before I passed out, He cut off his finger and dropped it before turning into a rat and running away." When he was finished speaking, and the realization that this was the truth hit the Wizengamot, once more they started shouting. Half still claiming he was somehow lying, the other half crying out for Peter's head.

"Order," shouted Dumbledore as he banged the gavel once more. "Do we have evidence of this account?"

"We do actually," said Isabel. "And it comes in the form of one of my company's inventions." She turned to her phone. "Ready, Kid?"

"Yeah, just don't be surprised if this thing short circuits in transit. It wasn't designed to be transported this way, and I don't know if I can fix it after."

"It's fine. It's the prototype anyways, so it has the quartz battery. It should be fine."

"Alright, one Charging through!" Isabel held out her phone and Harry Charged through with two objects in tow, a generator and the first memory scanner that Isabel ever created. Harry gripped his head as Isabel immediately got to work setting up the generator while Cindy brought out a taser and shot Harry with it to give him a basic charge. "Thank you." Harry adjusted his tie and breathed a sigh of relief as the generator was up and running. The members saw lightning arc to his body as it naturally drained energy from the generator.

"State your name for the record," said Dumbledore.

"Harry MacGrath. Son of Cindy MacGrath and student of Isabel Daniels." He held up the device in his hand. "And this is basically what has replaced the Pensieve in most Magical Countries. The Memory Scanner." Harry walked over to Sirius who stared at him as his appearance came to mind.

"James?"

"No, Mr. Black. I'm not my father," said Harry quietly. He hooked Sirius up to the Memory Scanner. "Please think back to your confrontation with Peter Pettigrew, Mr. Black." The Wizengamot watched as the Scanner projected the images around Sirius as Harry stepped away. They watched the confrontation as Sirius remembered it. Holly kept her eyes on the Wizengamot as they watched the memory. She noted, once again, Malfoy kept a calm gaze as he watched the proceedings while other members watched with equal amounts of fascination and horror as they realized with this device, their secrets would be revealed if a trial were to happen against them. Harry sparked his hands when he saw the toad in pink try to speak up.

Dolores Umbridge, for once in her life, stayed silent. She's heard of what Electromancers could do and didn't want to risk being on one's bad side. Cornelius Fudge was sweating even more than before. 'This is a political nightmare! The Heir to an Ancient and Noble House, in Azkaban without trial for ten years! Why is my luck this bad! The compensation this will mean will cost the ministry so much! It'll affect my election results!'

"Can I head back now," asked Harry. "I'm about to drain the generator fully."

"Pack up the Scanner then you can go," said Isabel. Harry nodded, collected the Scanner and generator and Charged through Isabel's phone back to where he originally was.

An hour later, Harry was lounging in Isabel's penthouse when he heard the platform lift from the garage to the top floor, the Impala came into view and Harry grinned. Isabel climbed out, followed by Cindy. "How'd it turn out?"

"Took a bit but…" Harry grinned as he saw Sirius climb out of the Impala's backseat, Amelia helping him. "Innocent of all charges."

"Good. One less thing to worry about, but now we've got a new problem."

"Where the hell is Pettigrew," asked Cindy.

"He can't have gone far," said Sirius. "Too much of a coward to go outside of familiar territory."

"Are we sure," asked Harry. "He played you twice before already."

"I'm sure. He was always the most afraid out of the four of us. Was always dragged along with us in our… plans."

"You mean pranks," said Amelia, glaring at him. He raised his hands in defense.

"And with that," said Harry. "He's all yours, Amelia." Harry sat up from his seat and fixed his suit. "I'd catch up, but I have things I need to do. Have a good day, Mr. Black." Harry walked away as Holly took his Sonic Multitool from Amelia and followed him.

"You'll have to forgive him," said Cindy. "He read about your antics with the Marauders. And I think he feels you were a bit of an idiot, going off without a plan or telling anyone."

"Yeah, he sort of has a complex when it comes to dumb ideas," said Isabel. "They kind of led to him being abused by his uncle until I found him four years ago."

"Who the hell sent him to the Dursley's," asked Sirius.

"Dumbledore," said Cindy. "This'll take a bit of an explanation."

"Considering I've just been released from prison, I've got all the time in the world."

(Author's Notes)

Sorry for putting this all in one chapter. I found that the individual chapters were too short in my opinion. Sorry as well if the trial wasn't all that great, this is basically to make sure I get Sirius free as soon as possible. Until next time, Y'all!