'We find Sirius Black guilty on the charges of not registering to be an
animaji. We find Sirius Black guilty on account of breaking out of
Azkaban. We find Sirius Black not guilty for his original crimes and Peter
Pettigrew guilty of killing 13 muggles and betraying Lily and James Potter
to the Dark Lord. He is sentenced to the Dementer's Kiss at dawn. Sirius
Black will be given back his house, job, and wand as well as a reward for
his long imprisonment.
'What?!' The minister was furious as Sirius jumped up and gave a loud yelp of glee. Harry felt all his anger towards the headmaster disintegrate as he leap up as well and collided with Sirius in a great bear hug. An 'aww.' went through the crowd as more photos were taken of the two.
'Mr. Black! What are you going to do now that you are free? Are you going to go back to being an Auror?'
Sirius smiled at Harry and ruffled his spiky hair, which miraculously did not move. 'First, I am going to get custody over my godson before cleaning my house. Then, I will begin my work with the Order of the Phoenix.'
'We have heard of it. Is it true that it is an organization put together to fight dark wizards?'
'Yes, that is true but no more questions please. Harry and I are going to go to my house.' Sirius was nearly bouncing with joy.
'Excuse my, Mr. Potter. May I have a word with you outside?'
Before Harry could even glare, the minister dragged him away. Harry's cry for help was drowned out by the crowd except for Remus, who had a keen sense of hearing. He grabbed Sirius and whispered urgently into his ear. Sirius' eyes grew wide and he began to try to pry the crowd off him. Dumbledore was the only one who saw the back door close shut and he followed quietly. Meanwhile, in the alley behind the court building, Harry retched free from the minister's grip and tried to open the door but it was locked with a powerful charm.
'Death eater!' Harry spat on the ground at the minister's feet as he watched his surprised face.
'Harry! How could you say something like that of the minister of magic! I have no intention of killing you. I just want to talk!'
'Talk, my ass. Why do you have a portkey in your pocket?'
The minister's mouth opened and closed, very similar to a goldfish and he reached into his pocket and extracted what looked like a gold necklace. 'So I am. Potter, I have been told you need this. I believe it was once your ancestors but Salazar Slytherin took it. So I was told to give it to you but there is a spell attached, which will transport you to a graveyard. I am sure you are familiar with it.'
While the minister was talking, Harry silently took his wand into his hands and said the spell for the minister's voice to be transmitted inside for all to hear.
'.Of course I have been ordered not to kill you myself, but I will leave it to my master. So, would you like to regain what is rightfully yours?'
'I have one question for you before you return to Voldemort. Why?'
'Why did I join him? Well, last year when you said he came back I had no intention of believing you, no matter what. Then, he came to my office. He offered me everything including power. I found myself stronger, smarter and those cowards I work with at the ministry began to follow me like dogs. I had it all.' He laughed like a maniac for several minutes.
'Well minister, you are truly stupid. You can't even remember to take my wand from me. Your cover has been blown and speaking lightly, Voldemort won't be too happy.' With that Harry took out his wand and showed him the glowing red tip. He was stunned and pale staring at Harry if he had just bought him a coffin. And in some ways he did. Before he could react, Harry broke the spell and opened the door, dashing inside. He was well aware of the minister running closely behind him. Harry fired a quick 'impedimenta' spell behind him and then rounded the corner. He collided with Dumbledore. However, before Harry could struggle out of his grip he was roughly thrown to the floor. When Harry looked up, he saw the headmaster twitching on the floor. His eyes grew wide and quickly not even thinking, cast a 'stupefy' spell, a little to powerful because not only did the minister become unconscious, but he flew down the hall.
Harry bent down next to the gasping old man and noticed a big bruise on a ripped part of his robe. Internal bleeding. Tears began to form in Harry's eyes as he grasped the professor's hand. Two tears fell directly on the injury. Slowly, but surely, the bruise went away and Dumbledore's breathing became normal. He slumped against Harry, his wrinkled fingers squeezing the boy's young hand, as he too slumped against the wall. Suddenly, the door burst open revealing Sirius. He rushed forward and hugged Harry tightly, muttering about how worried he was. Remus came in next and helped the headmaster to his feet shakily. A few aurors, dressed in dark blue ran over and arrested the minister, dragging him up and taking him away.
'Harry, please come walk with me.' Harry rushed forward and supported the weak headmaster as they staggered out the door, the old man from fatigue, Harry from the weight. Finally, they reached a bench in an abandoned hallway. When the headmaster regained his strength he looked at Harry who was staring intently at his toes.
'Harry, what did you mean by what you said?'
Harry sighed. 'I should begin at the start of the summer. I decided I wasn't going to let Voldemort terrorize the world while I sat and hid, so I studied and practiced the martial arts. Then, in an accident with my- family, I realized I could do wandless magic. Then, something strange happened. My eyesight began to change. I couldn't really see anything well with my glasses but as soon as I took them off I could see the magic around me. I could see it coming off everyone.and I could see the color of everyone's aura. So professor, we match.we have the same shade of red in our aura's. The only difference is I have gold, silver, and purple.'
Dumbledore sucked in his breath. 'You have what?!'
Harry was perplexed. He repeated it once again. 'Is that bad?'
'Harry.no it's not bad.not at all.'
'What does it mean?'
Dumbledore shook his head and Harry sighed. 'You can't tell me?'
'Oh.it's just that I am not completely sure. I will tell you as soon as I know. Now why don't we go meet your godfather so he can show you his new house. Despite what he thinks I already cleaned it out. I think you will like your room after you choose the colors of course. And I'm sure Sirius would to show you everything.'
Harry smiled a little. 'And Harry before you go.I must tell you something. I am your great grandfather. I am truly sorry I never told you. I wanted to but-'
Dumbledore was cut off as Harry threw his arms around him, a single tear sliding down his cheek. Dumbledore too thought his heart would burst from the happiness he felt and he hugged Harry back. Harry smiled and buried his head into the old mans beard content for the first time in a while.
'What?!' The minister was furious as Sirius jumped up and gave a loud yelp of glee. Harry felt all his anger towards the headmaster disintegrate as he leap up as well and collided with Sirius in a great bear hug. An 'aww.' went through the crowd as more photos were taken of the two.
'Mr. Black! What are you going to do now that you are free? Are you going to go back to being an Auror?'
Sirius smiled at Harry and ruffled his spiky hair, which miraculously did not move. 'First, I am going to get custody over my godson before cleaning my house. Then, I will begin my work with the Order of the Phoenix.'
'We have heard of it. Is it true that it is an organization put together to fight dark wizards?'
'Yes, that is true but no more questions please. Harry and I are going to go to my house.' Sirius was nearly bouncing with joy.
'Excuse my, Mr. Potter. May I have a word with you outside?'
Before Harry could even glare, the minister dragged him away. Harry's cry for help was drowned out by the crowd except for Remus, who had a keen sense of hearing. He grabbed Sirius and whispered urgently into his ear. Sirius' eyes grew wide and he began to try to pry the crowd off him. Dumbledore was the only one who saw the back door close shut and he followed quietly. Meanwhile, in the alley behind the court building, Harry retched free from the minister's grip and tried to open the door but it was locked with a powerful charm.
'Death eater!' Harry spat on the ground at the minister's feet as he watched his surprised face.
'Harry! How could you say something like that of the minister of magic! I have no intention of killing you. I just want to talk!'
'Talk, my ass. Why do you have a portkey in your pocket?'
The minister's mouth opened and closed, very similar to a goldfish and he reached into his pocket and extracted what looked like a gold necklace. 'So I am. Potter, I have been told you need this. I believe it was once your ancestors but Salazar Slytherin took it. So I was told to give it to you but there is a spell attached, which will transport you to a graveyard. I am sure you are familiar with it.'
While the minister was talking, Harry silently took his wand into his hands and said the spell for the minister's voice to be transmitted inside for all to hear.
'.Of course I have been ordered not to kill you myself, but I will leave it to my master. So, would you like to regain what is rightfully yours?'
'I have one question for you before you return to Voldemort. Why?'
'Why did I join him? Well, last year when you said he came back I had no intention of believing you, no matter what. Then, he came to my office. He offered me everything including power. I found myself stronger, smarter and those cowards I work with at the ministry began to follow me like dogs. I had it all.' He laughed like a maniac for several minutes.
'Well minister, you are truly stupid. You can't even remember to take my wand from me. Your cover has been blown and speaking lightly, Voldemort won't be too happy.' With that Harry took out his wand and showed him the glowing red tip. He was stunned and pale staring at Harry if he had just bought him a coffin. And in some ways he did. Before he could react, Harry broke the spell and opened the door, dashing inside. He was well aware of the minister running closely behind him. Harry fired a quick 'impedimenta' spell behind him and then rounded the corner. He collided with Dumbledore. However, before Harry could struggle out of his grip he was roughly thrown to the floor. When Harry looked up, he saw the headmaster twitching on the floor. His eyes grew wide and quickly not even thinking, cast a 'stupefy' spell, a little to powerful because not only did the minister become unconscious, but he flew down the hall.
Harry bent down next to the gasping old man and noticed a big bruise on a ripped part of his robe. Internal bleeding. Tears began to form in Harry's eyes as he grasped the professor's hand. Two tears fell directly on the injury. Slowly, but surely, the bruise went away and Dumbledore's breathing became normal. He slumped against Harry, his wrinkled fingers squeezing the boy's young hand, as he too slumped against the wall. Suddenly, the door burst open revealing Sirius. He rushed forward and hugged Harry tightly, muttering about how worried he was. Remus came in next and helped the headmaster to his feet shakily. A few aurors, dressed in dark blue ran over and arrested the minister, dragging him up and taking him away.
'Harry, please come walk with me.' Harry rushed forward and supported the weak headmaster as they staggered out the door, the old man from fatigue, Harry from the weight. Finally, they reached a bench in an abandoned hallway. When the headmaster regained his strength he looked at Harry who was staring intently at his toes.
'Harry, what did you mean by what you said?'
Harry sighed. 'I should begin at the start of the summer. I decided I wasn't going to let Voldemort terrorize the world while I sat and hid, so I studied and practiced the martial arts. Then, in an accident with my- family, I realized I could do wandless magic. Then, something strange happened. My eyesight began to change. I couldn't really see anything well with my glasses but as soon as I took them off I could see the magic around me. I could see it coming off everyone.and I could see the color of everyone's aura. So professor, we match.we have the same shade of red in our aura's. The only difference is I have gold, silver, and purple.'
Dumbledore sucked in his breath. 'You have what?!'
Harry was perplexed. He repeated it once again. 'Is that bad?'
'Harry.no it's not bad.not at all.'
'What does it mean?'
Dumbledore shook his head and Harry sighed. 'You can't tell me?'
'Oh.it's just that I am not completely sure. I will tell you as soon as I know. Now why don't we go meet your godfather so he can show you his new house. Despite what he thinks I already cleaned it out. I think you will like your room after you choose the colors of course. And I'm sure Sirius would to show you everything.'
Harry smiled a little. 'And Harry before you go.I must tell you something. I am your great grandfather. I am truly sorry I never told you. I wanted to but-'
Dumbledore was cut off as Harry threw his arms around him, a single tear sliding down his cheek. Dumbledore too thought his heart would burst from the happiness he felt and he hugged Harry back. Harry smiled and buried his head into the old mans beard content for the first time in a while.