Five hours may seem like a long time to you, but to Harry it only lasted for five seconds, if that. Soon the Jail-Shadow had come to take Harry to his doom. Harry did notice, while being dragged away, the Sirius was not in his cell, and, unless he was very much mistaken, nobody seemed to take notice or care.

"Falsetto Harry Potter, how do you plead?" asked the head of the shadow tribunal.

"On-On what charges, sir?"

There was a loud gasp in the audience, and many people yelled at Harry with hate and disgust. The head of the tribunal took out his wand and waved it, and once the people became silent. It was now clear to Harry that he was not in trouble because he was a wizard. The head of the tribunal spoke again:

"Members of the Jury, you have heard this, this cowardice answer. We would like to here your verdict."

The members of the Jury all pronounced Harry guilty as charged. Harry had the idea that these people knew something he didn't. Just before the last member voted, a cloaked figure stepped forth. His appearance was so unusual that everyone stopped talking and paid attention to what he had to say.

"Jury member, I would advice that you place a test on this criminal, to see if you have the right man. Maybe even to prove your theory correct."

The last jury member started to think about this new proposal. He came to the conclusion of non-guilty and suggested that they place a test before Harry.

Harry was sent back to his cell, noticing again that Sirius was absent. He had been told a test was going to be given to him sometime within the next twenty-four hours. This was all he needed, a change to prove himself innocent. But of what crime, what could he have done so horrific in this World's eyes that was so severe that he could not ask what it was? What could it be?