The Battle Mage

by abracadabrasaur

Noelle Morrigan Potter, James Potter's little sister, Sirius Black's fiancé, left England to learn to be a battle mage. With her credentials, she returned, eager to know why James and Sirius had stopped sending her letters only to learn of the events of Halloween night. What will Harry act like raised by the Morrigan, the only battle witch in the last three centuries?

13. Chapter 13

The Battle Mage

Noelle walked into the DMLE and barged into Auror Moody's office, avoiding the hex sent her way with precision and sat down in the chair across from the man's desk, flicking her wand to shut the door behind her.

"What's the meaning of this, Morrigan?" the grizzled Auror growled. Amelia Bones just looked impressed that anyone had the guts to act this way around her mentor.

"I have proof that Auror Sirius Orion Black III, Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, was never given a trial and is in fact innocent," Noelle said flatly and both Aurors' heads snapped up sharply. She handed the copies of the letter – certified by Gringotts – and of the DMLE file over to the Aurors and watched their faces darken into fierce scowls as they finished reading.

"Crouch signed off on this," Amelia demanded hotly.

Noelle nodded, "I'm getting him a trial, but I don't want politicians to delay it with their huffing and puffing. Is there any way you can keep him in a holding cell here while I tie the Wizengamot in knots?"

"Absolutely. Let's go get your fiancé back," Moody hissed, grunting as he stood from his chair and pulled a portkey from the wall marked with a simple paper tag that said Azkaban.