A/N: I've decided it makes sense to split this story up and make a separate part for each year of the Harry Potter books. Also, I think suspense fits pretty well as a description, but do you guys think this is more of a comedy or a mystery? Thanks for all the comments, feedback is always appreciated.

Part 1

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Night fell on privet drive as Vernon Dursley sat in the living room, grumbling as he read the newspaper. "Wish that problem would just stay out of that school of his, year round. Then we wouldn't have to deal with all his magic tricks."

"Oh don't let it get to you dear." Petunia brought out a place with steaming eggs. "As long as he stays in his room we won't have to deal with him too much. Besides, you shouldn't say such things. If that godfather of his hears us, there's no telling what he'd do."

"Lousy boy, threatening our son that that criminal godfather of his would come after him for so called bullying. Why if that Sirius Black ever shows up on our doorstep, I'll shoot him." Vernon smiled nodding. He thought about his old shotgun. "That'll teach him to cause trouble. If the court's won't execute him, I will. Let him come."

A knock came at the door. Vernon jumped out of his chair and glanced at Petunia. Sweat formed on his face and he laughed nervously. "Haha, I'm certain it's just the neighbors."

Petunia's face lost some color. "Of course. That must be it."

They both walked over to the door and looked out a window at the top. A man with gray hair and a gray suit and hat stood there with several people behind him in similar clothing. The Dursleys glanced at each other before opening the door. Vernon turned beat red. "What's the meaning of showing up at someone's house after dark!?"

Cornelius Fudge took off his hat. "Terribly sorry to disturb you Mr. Dursley, but I must speak with Harry Potter at once."

Mr. Dursley's face went even redder. "Filthy wizards…" He glared at Fudge in a mixture of fear and anger. "You are not coming in my house. Get out of here!"

Petunia nodded in agreement. "He'll come out to you, but you lot, stay outside!" She walked over to the stairs. "Boy! Get down here this instant! There's people here to see you!"

After a few seconds Harry appeared at the top of the stairs. "What??" He walked down the steps to see Cornelius Fudge with Professor Mcgonnagall, Professor Moody, and some other people he didn't recognize."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Professor...s?" He looked back and forth between them for an answer before Uncle Vernon pushed him out the door.

"And don't come back until your business is taken care of!" The old muggle yelled, slamming the door behind him.

As Harry glanced between the faces, he kept trying to figure out what was going on. "So…"

The prime minister cleared his throat. "Sorry for the disturbance, but we have reason to believe you're under a confundus charm."

Harry raised an eyebrow, looking at Professor Mcgonnagall. A pink haired woman at the back of the group facepalmed before Mcgonnagall spoke. "Sirius Black has been captured by the ministry. He's being held there for interrogation before his fate is decided."

"What!?" Harry's eyes went wide. "He's not being sent to Azkaban is he!?"

Fudge shook his head. "Personally I'd like to have him kissed, but I promised Mcgonnagall I wouldn't hand him over to the dementors. But to answer your question, no."

Harry gave a grateful glance to Professor Mcgonnagall before turning back to Fudge. "Sir, Sirius is innocent. Please, you need to release him immediately."

Fudge sighed. "And there's the proof. Harry, I know you don't understand what's going on, but you're under a confundus charm."

Harry glanced at the woman who was facepalming. "You know he's innocent, don't you." She nodded and Harry turned back to Fudge. "Ok, I told you this a year and ago. And I'll say it again now. Sirius is innocent. Pettigrew was the secret keeper. He's the one who betrayed my parents! Not my godfather who saved my life by the way!"

Mcgonnagall motioned Harry toward the minister of magic. "Potter, would you please come with us. I'll explain on the way.

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Part 2

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Harry walked beside Mcgonnagall, Fudge and the group of aurors past a statue of Merlin as Mcgonnagall finished explaining the situation. "And that about sums it up. Actually, Jugson didn't start with Sirius. He said he was working for Padfoot and Wormtail." Mcgonnagall said.

Harry did a double take. "Wait, did you say Padfoot and Wormtail?"

Fudge nodded. "Yes. Jugson was working for them. Why do you ask?"

"Those were nicknames for Sirius and Pettigrew. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs."

"I beg your pardon, what??" Fudge asked.

"Prongs: my dad, Moony: Professor Lupin, Padfoot: Sirius, and Wormtail: that traitor Pettigrew."

"Harry, that seems a little far fetched. Why don't we just help undo that confundus charm."

"Oh for the love of...I'm not under a confundus charm! If you have that hard a time believing it, ask Professor Lupin. After all, you decided to arrest the only defense against the dark arts teacher who hasn't either tried to kill me, or wipe my memory! Well, at least not intentionally."

Fudge raised an eyebrow. "He didn't attempt to kill you...intentionally…"

"Full moon." Harry said.

Fudge looked over at Mcgonnagall. She shrugged. "Werewolves don't always have wolfsbane potion available. Though in this case it was more that he was preoccupied with saving a group of Gryffindors from an unregistered Animagus."

"Right, Peter Pettigrew. He was Ron's pet rat." Harry nodded.

Fudge looked back and forth between Harry and Mcgonnagall while Moody chuckled. Fudge took a few seconds to regain his composure. "Minerva. Are you suggesting that Remus Lupin and Sirius Black are innocent?"

The woman with pink hair interjected into Fudge. "Well I certainly am. For the record, I still don't like you arresting my boyfriend. Lupin's sweet, he gets enough hate as it is. Now people will trust him even less. Jerk."

Fudge was taken aback. "Well I-Ms. Tonks."

"Don't you Ms. Tonks me mister." Tonks got in his face. " "Oh I have to protect my reputation. I can't afford a scandal like an escaped criminal." Well you know what's a big scandal, handing an innocent man over to the dementors!" She huffed, sticking a snake tongue out at the prime minister. Then she gave an apologetic shrug smile to Mcgonnagall and Moody.

"Well that, wait." Fudge thought for a few seconds. "Actually, now that I think about it, that is a good point."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "So...you believe me then?"

Fudge looked back and forth between the aurors. He couldn't afford to make such well respected individuals angry, they would make particularly dangerous enemies. Even so, he couldn't simply let a mass murderer go free. He couldn't let someone harming a criminal like that go free either. There had to be something else he could do. Then a thought crossed him, there was one way to convince these people of their guilt. Surely if he could prove absolutely that Sirius Black was guilty, they would have no qualms. "W-well…I suppose I can ask Black and Lupin to talk under the effects of veritaserum to be certain. Then whatever they said would have to be considered the truth."

Tonks smirked. "That's not a bad idea. But if we're going that route, there's someone else I have in mind."

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Part 3

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Jugson sat on a wooden chair in a room of black marble, lined by glowing glass balls on metal hangers. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself, and convince himself that everything would be fine. Then a glass door in front of him, opened. A group stepped into the room: a few aurors, the minister of magic, that Mcgonnagall lady, and...Harry Potter? He squinted at Harry, then looked at Fudge. "Is, is that…" Jugson pointed at Harry, looking between him and Fudge.

"Yes it is." Tonks uncorked a vial of veritaserum and shoved it into Jugson's mouth.

Jugson coughed and swallowed. "Ow! What was that about!?"

"You'll see soon enough." Fudge sighed. "Did Sirius Black ever work with You Know Who?"

"No." Jugson said.

Fudge nodded. "I figured-wait." Fudge hesitated for a moment before he asked again. He was wracked with fear at the name, but eventually managed to get the sentence out. "Did Sirius Black ever work with Voldemort?"

"No." Jugson said.

Fudge's eyes went wide. He tried thinking of any possibility of how that could be. He wasn't under a confundus charm as far as he knew, but still, he'd have to confirm it. If he let out Sirius Black, he had to make absolutely certain the man was innocent. Guilty until proven innocent. Still, he couldn't hand him over to the dementors with what he now knew. For now he needed to get as much information as possible while the veritaserum was still in effect. "Are you working with Peter Pettigrew?"

"Yes." Jugson's eyes went wide. "Did you just give me what I think you gave me?"

"Who are you working for?" The prime minister began to sweat.

"Barty Crouch Jr." Jugson cupped his mouth, but it was already too late.

Fudge nodded. "That one I suspected." He thought for a moment. "And who else are you working with or for?"

"Gel" A glaze went across his eyes and he fell to the floor. Tonks checked his pulse, and found one. He was still breathing, but didn't react at all.

"He's out cold, but I doubt he's in any danger of dying." Tonks stood up, taking her hand off Jugson's neck. "Anyone know what he was gonna say?"

Everyone shook their heads. The prime minister's face had turned pale white. "How can this be?" He looked at the people around and pulled at his shirt collar. "I-I believe we should speak with Black, er Mr. Black about his charges." He pulled a vial of veritaserum from his pocket. "Ms. Tonks. Would you mind using this to interrogate Mr. Black. I won't force him to take it, but he will be released if found innocent under such an interrogation."

Tonks rolled her eyes as Fuge walked out a bronze doorway. "I'll go see him, but you better apologize to him and Remus for causing them so much trouble."

The prime minister's voice came from down the hallway. "If he's really innocent, I'll do more than that."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Does this mean no one's gonna try messing around with my head?"

Mcgonnagall shook her head. "That was never going to happen. I'd have made sure of it." She followed Tonks into the hallway. "Well Mr. Potter, I suppose you'll want to see your godfather while you're here?"

Harry followed Mcgonnagall. "Do you even need to ask?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow.