Harry paced around nervously, hoping to receive any news of Sirius'
condition. None came. Two days passed where Harry helped Diagon Alley get
back to its norm. Everywhere he went, he was ambushed by some type of fan
club or admirer who needed to say 'thank you' in person. He was getting
letters everyday too. Not just three or four, but mountains of them. In
some they even apologized for not believing 'You-Know-Who' to be back.
Even on the front page of the Daily Prophet, he was there with his picture
from the photo shoot from fourth year. Then, finally, the front page
announced the day of Sirius' trial was to be held in a week on Friday.
Professor Dumbledore visited later the same day.
'Hello Harry, how are you?'
However, when Dumbledore was greeting him, Harry pilled out his wand in a second flat and had it between his eyes. When he saw who it was, he lowered the wand in embarrassment, but Professor Dumbledore noted he did not put it away.
'I wasn't expecting you, Sir. How's Sirius? Are you going to testify for him? What about me? Can I go?'
Dumbledore chuckled and held up his hand as the teenager continued to babble on. 'I came to talk to you about that. Yes, Sirius is fine, Yes, I will testify for him, as will you, if you choose to do so. All people will be given a potion, much like Veritaserum but with some. adjustments. It will allow everyone to see what happened on a screen. You will be our main defense since you saw Peter twice. Ph and have you hear. Minister Fudge is being.how is it you youngins call it.sacked?'
'Yes!!' Harry literally jumped in the air with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. 'Finally! Who is going to take his place though?'
'A very good question, Harry. Since no one under Fudge in his department wants to take the job, we will be having elections.'
Harry frowned. 'But wouldn't it be easy for one of Voldemort's death eaters to run, like Malfoy! Everyone likes him.'
Dumbledore stroked his beard with a twinkle in his eyes. 'It would be an ideal thing to do; if each contestant didn't need to be tested under Veritaserum to make sure they weren't one. Plus, everyone believes you, so if you were to say Malfoy was a death eater, everyone would support you.'
Harry rolled his eyes with a sarcastic smile. 'Yes, they would be willing to fight with me until Voldemort gains the upper hand.' Dumbledore looked at Harry with a piercing stare but Harry looked back blankly. 'Do you know something?' Harry smiled. 'Nothing more than you do, dear Professor.' With that Harry left his room in the Leaky Cauldron.
A week passed and Friday came faster than expected. Of course, Harry accepted the invitation to appear in court and he arrived early with dazzling gold robes with his spikes to match. He seemed to shimmer and he walked. The doors were open and as he stepped in, every head turned and gasped. Many whispered as to who the stranger was, while other's actually spotted his scar. Fudge, who was next to the judge, whispering something in his ear, looked up startled at the changed Harry. He sat down at the head box as Harry found a seat at the front next to Dumbledore who was wearing dark blue robes. Harry smiled as the outline of his dark red aura went well with it. Suddenly, Harry realized something and brought his arm level with Dumbledore's. 'He was right!' They both had the same color red. Harry looked at Dumbledore strangely as he did the same. Quickly, Harry covered for himself.
'Our colors look good together.' Harry smiled inwardly at the double meaning and waited for Dumbledore's reaction. He looked down at their arms.
'Yes they do, don't they. But to himself he smiled and thought 'He has no idea.' As more time passed, people who Harry did not even know came but Remus Lupin came and sat on Harry's other side. Harry looked up at the distinct smell of the werewolf and smiled at Remus' yellowish-brown aura.
'Hello Moony. How are you doing today?'
Remus smiled at his old nickname. 'Everything's good Harry. By the way, I heard Sirius almost had a heart attack when he first saw you. Harry, you mustn't do that to him. We all know he is getting old.'
Harry laughed at Remus' nervous humor and patted him on the back, feeling his unnatural muscles. They continued chatting for a while with Dumbledore before Remus stood up to talk to some old friends from school. Then, Harry turned to the old professor, hoping to get an answer to the question he asked so long ago.
'Sir, I know this is an inappropriate time and place but I need to know why Voldemort wanted to kill me in the first place. Especially since he is back.'
Dumbledore sighed but nodded. He stood to leave and Harry followed. Finally, they found themselves in an unoccupied room. After casting a silencing charm on it, he turned to Harry.
'A long time ago, precisely one thousand years, there was a battle between good and evil. It was the battle between Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. When Godric beat Salazar, he vowed his powers would one day be visible to his true heir. Gryffindor rose to the challenge and said the same. Since then, all their descendants have been at war. Now Voldemort has risen and he is the heir. Many thought your father was destined to fight him, but then you came along, the heir of Gryffindor. That is why Voldemort only wanted to kill you and your father.'
Harry was aware his mouth was hanging open and he quickly shut it. With a bitter smile he thought sadly, 'I should have known.' He looked at Dumbledore. 'How can you tell who is a descendant?' Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. 'Well, it all has to do with your aura. A Gryffindor heir would have a gold and red aura, like the sparks you emitted from your wand in your first year.'
Without even wondering how Dumbledore knew this he continued. 'And how is it different from a regular descendant?'
'A descendant's aura would only be a dark red with no gold.Harry are you alright?'
Harry had gone pale as he gazed at Dumbledore. Red aura. Dumbledore had a red aura! Did that mean they were related? Thoughts were swimming through Harry's head as he stumbled backwards. Dumbledore reached over and grasped his shoulders it steady him but Harry tried squirming out of it.
'Harry! What's wrong?'
In a weak voice Harry responded. 'We match, professor.' With that Harry pushed himself out of the older man's grip and dashed out of the room, leaving Dumbledore with wide eyes. He regained control and ran after Harry but when he reached the hall, he was nowhere to be seen. Dumbledore spent ten minutes searching for Harry in the huge court building to no avail. He finally returned to the courtroom as the warning bell rang out, signifying the start of the trial. As he walked in, he caught sight of Harry sitting next to Remus. Dumbledore made his way over and was able to see Harry's pale face staring down. He noticed how Harry took a seat, which had someone of either side of him so he was forced to sit next to Remus. He leaned over to talk to Harry.
'Harry, I need to talk to you after the trial. Do you think you can meet me at Hogwarts?'
Both men were surprised when Harry shook his head no. 'It's important.' Harry only shook his head more vigorously and continued to stare at his toes. Remus looked at Dumbledore with wide eyes. He whispered softly. 'What happened?'
Before Dumbledore could open his mouth Harry said with a hard voice, 'I am not deaf!' Dumbledore was unable to answer because at that moment the minister stood and the trial began. Five minutes later, two aurors escorted Sirius and Wormtail into the room. There were gasps among the crowd and flashes went off, capturing the two men. Sirius looked in the crowd hopefully and found Harry, giving him a smile. Harry feebly smiled back. The older man's smile faltered a bit at Harry's down cast look and glanced at the headmaster's sorrowful face. The trial itself passed by quickly, everyone whispering as Harry showed the events of Sirius and Wormtail and of Voldemort. Dumbledore spoke for Sirius and in the end the judges' left to make their decisions. Harry waited nervously with his fingers crossed as Dumbledore tried to talk to him. Harry pointedly ignored him though and kept his eyes ahead of him. Time seemed to move unnaturally slow for Harry and each second seemed like an eternity. Finally, Harry looked at all the people in the courtroom and amused himself by trying to figure their emotions by their aura. He figured Sirius, with his oscillated blue aura, was nervous yet hopeful. The same was for Remus. Dumbledore's dark red (which brought a surge of anger) was faded meaning he was depressed. Harry got the biggest shock, however, when he looked at the minister's aura, wondering why he hadn't noticed it before. Black. However, Harry had no time to say anything because at that moment the jury came back in with their heads bowed.
'Has the jury come to their decision?'
One representative stood up and to the judge and the crowd he said, 'Yes, we have.' The minister was ecstatic to imprison an innocent man. His black aura seemed to dance with evil.
'We find Sirius Black.'
'Hello Harry, how are you?'
However, when Dumbledore was greeting him, Harry pilled out his wand in a second flat and had it between his eyes. When he saw who it was, he lowered the wand in embarrassment, but Professor Dumbledore noted he did not put it away.
'I wasn't expecting you, Sir. How's Sirius? Are you going to testify for him? What about me? Can I go?'
Dumbledore chuckled and held up his hand as the teenager continued to babble on. 'I came to talk to you about that. Yes, Sirius is fine, Yes, I will testify for him, as will you, if you choose to do so. All people will be given a potion, much like Veritaserum but with some. adjustments. It will allow everyone to see what happened on a screen. You will be our main defense since you saw Peter twice. Ph and have you hear. Minister Fudge is being.how is it you youngins call it.sacked?'
'Yes!!' Harry literally jumped in the air with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. 'Finally! Who is going to take his place though?'
'A very good question, Harry. Since no one under Fudge in his department wants to take the job, we will be having elections.'
Harry frowned. 'But wouldn't it be easy for one of Voldemort's death eaters to run, like Malfoy! Everyone likes him.'
Dumbledore stroked his beard with a twinkle in his eyes. 'It would be an ideal thing to do; if each contestant didn't need to be tested under Veritaserum to make sure they weren't one. Plus, everyone believes you, so if you were to say Malfoy was a death eater, everyone would support you.'
Harry rolled his eyes with a sarcastic smile. 'Yes, they would be willing to fight with me until Voldemort gains the upper hand.' Dumbledore looked at Harry with a piercing stare but Harry looked back blankly. 'Do you know something?' Harry smiled. 'Nothing more than you do, dear Professor.' With that Harry left his room in the Leaky Cauldron.
A week passed and Friday came faster than expected. Of course, Harry accepted the invitation to appear in court and he arrived early with dazzling gold robes with his spikes to match. He seemed to shimmer and he walked. The doors were open and as he stepped in, every head turned and gasped. Many whispered as to who the stranger was, while other's actually spotted his scar. Fudge, who was next to the judge, whispering something in his ear, looked up startled at the changed Harry. He sat down at the head box as Harry found a seat at the front next to Dumbledore who was wearing dark blue robes. Harry smiled as the outline of his dark red aura went well with it. Suddenly, Harry realized something and brought his arm level with Dumbledore's. 'He was right!' They both had the same color red. Harry looked at Dumbledore strangely as he did the same. Quickly, Harry covered for himself.
'Our colors look good together.' Harry smiled inwardly at the double meaning and waited for Dumbledore's reaction. He looked down at their arms.
'Yes they do, don't they. But to himself he smiled and thought 'He has no idea.' As more time passed, people who Harry did not even know came but Remus Lupin came and sat on Harry's other side. Harry looked up at the distinct smell of the werewolf and smiled at Remus' yellowish-brown aura.
'Hello Moony. How are you doing today?'
Remus smiled at his old nickname. 'Everything's good Harry. By the way, I heard Sirius almost had a heart attack when he first saw you. Harry, you mustn't do that to him. We all know he is getting old.'
Harry laughed at Remus' nervous humor and patted him on the back, feeling his unnatural muscles. They continued chatting for a while with Dumbledore before Remus stood up to talk to some old friends from school. Then, Harry turned to the old professor, hoping to get an answer to the question he asked so long ago.
'Sir, I know this is an inappropriate time and place but I need to know why Voldemort wanted to kill me in the first place. Especially since he is back.'
Dumbledore sighed but nodded. He stood to leave and Harry followed. Finally, they found themselves in an unoccupied room. After casting a silencing charm on it, he turned to Harry.
'A long time ago, precisely one thousand years, there was a battle between good and evil. It was the battle between Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. When Godric beat Salazar, he vowed his powers would one day be visible to his true heir. Gryffindor rose to the challenge and said the same. Since then, all their descendants have been at war. Now Voldemort has risen and he is the heir. Many thought your father was destined to fight him, but then you came along, the heir of Gryffindor. That is why Voldemort only wanted to kill you and your father.'
Harry was aware his mouth was hanging open and he quickly shut it. With a bitter smile he thought sadly, 'I should have known.' He looked at Dumbledore. 'How can you tell who is a descendant?' Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. 'Well, it all has to do with your aura. A Gryffindor heir would have a gold and red aura, like the sparks you emitted from your wand in your first year.'
Without even wondering how Dumbledore knew this he continued. 'And how is it different from a regular descendant?'
'A descendant's aura would only be a dark red with no gold.Harry are you alright?'
Harry had gone pale as he gazed at Dumbledore. Red aura. Dumbledore had a red aura! Did that mean they were related? Thoughts were swimming through Harry's head as he stumbled backwards. Dumbledore reached over and grasped his shoulders it steady him but Harry tried squirming out of it.
'Harry! What's wrong?'
In a weak voice Harry responded. 'We match, professor.' With that Harry pushed himself out of the older man's grip and dashed out of the room, leaving Dumbledore with wide eyes. He regained control and ran after Harry but when he reached the hall, he was nowhere to be seen. Dumbledore spent ten minutes searching for Harry in the huge court building to no avail. He finally returned to the courtroom as the warning bell rang out, signifying the start of the trial. As he walked in, he caught sight of Harry sitting next to Remus. Dumbledore made his way over and was able to see Harry's pale face staring down. He noticed how Harry took a seat, which had someone of either side of him so he was forced to sit next to Remus. He leaned over to talk to Harry.
'Harry, I need to talk to you after the trial. Do you think you can meet me at Hogwarts?'
Both men were surprised when Harry shook his head no. 'It's important.' Harry only shook his head more vigorously and continued to stare at his toes. Remus looked at Dumbledore with wide eyes. He whispered softly. 'What happened?'
Before Dumbledore could open his mouth Harry said with a hard voice, 'I am not deaf!' Dumbledore was unable to answer because at that moment the minister stood and the trial began. Five minutes later, two aurors escorted Sirius and Wormtail into the room. There were gasps among the crowd and flashes went off, capturing the two men. Sirius looked in the crowd hopefully and found Harry, giving him a smile. Harry feebly smiled back. The older man's smile faltered a bit at Harry's down cast look and glanced at the headmaster's sorrowful face. The trial itself passed by quickly, everyone whispering as Harry showed the events of Sirius and Wormtail and of Voldemort. Dumbledore spoke for Sirius and in the end the judges' left to make their decisions. Harry waited nervously with his fingers crossed as Dumbledore tried to talk to him. Harry pointedly ignored him though and kept his eyes ahead of him. Time seemed to move unnaturally slow for Harry and each second seemed like an eternity. Finally, Harry looked at all the people in the courtroom and amused himself by trying to figure their emotions by their aura. He figured Sirius, with his oscillated blue aura, was nervous yet hopeful. The same was for Remus. Dumbledore's dark red (which brought a surge of anger) was faded meaning he was depressed. Harry got the biggest shock, however, when he looked at the minister's aura, wondering why he hadn't noticed it before. Black. However, Harry had no time to say anything because at that moment the jury came back in with their heads bowed.
'Has the jury come to their decision?'
One representative stood up and to the judge and the crowd he said, 'Yes, we have.' The minister was ecstatic to imprison an innocent man. His black aura seemed to dance with evil.
'We find Sirius Black.'