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Chapter 2 The Castle of Red Heads
Harry's jaw dropped as he raced back up to his room. He couldn't believe what happened!

Sirius Black Arrested!

Notorious mass murderer Sirius Black was found at Grimauld Place, London last evening. Taking to his evil nature, he was found throwing a house-elf about in the middle of the road. Screaming, "You betrayed us you miserable worm" brought attention to Percy Ignatius Weasly. Weasly happens to be the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister after Dolores Jane Umbridge was sentenced to a life-sentence at Azkaban. Weasly stunned Black and brought him in to the ministry. Albus Dumbledore is supporting Black, which may help him now that he is once again Supreme Mugwump and Chief Warlock. Black was responsible for many deaths and will have a trial on August 1, at 8:00. If convicted by the Wizengamot, he will be sentenced to the dementor's kiss.

Harry's mind was racing. How could this have happened? Sirius could not have been caught! But he still had a chance with the trial, and Harry would have to testify.

"Where do you think you're going", said Aunt Petunia shrilly as he raced up the stairs.

"I'm getting the bloody hell out of here!" Harry swore.

"Now you damn well aren't" joined Uncle Vernon, "You haven't mowed the lawn or done the dishes!"

"I guess they'll have to wait till next summer" Harry cheeked as he packed his things.

"I am sorry, but Harry does have to come with us", said a bright young voice, which Harry recognized as Tonks'.

"Remember our little chat at the station?" said Mr. Weasly as Harry crashed down the stairs.

"Harry, I assume you are packed?" came the tired voice of Remus Lupin.

"Yes but-"

"No time now Harry" exclaimed Kingsley Shacklebot.

"Where-"

"Not now" said Tonks with her bubblegum pink mohawk, "grab this portkey, and you will go to a safe place"

"Okay but-" "GO" shouted Harry's Advance Guard as he felt the odd sensation of portkey travel.

When he opened his eyes, he was on top of someone he had never seen before. He jumped of her and pulled out his wand.

"Watch where point your wand!" she exclaimed in an American accent. Harry soon realized he was in the Burrow and lowered his wand, but kept it out. He looked at the girl. She was just about his height; she had blonde hair and brown eyes. He was confused, because there were hardly any people that had been in the Burrow without red hair.

"You must be Harry, I am Nina Deerbrookes. HERMIONE, HE IS HERE!"

"WHO?" Ron shouted coming down the stairs.

"IT'S ME, YOUR best mate", half shouted Harry since Ron had entered the living room.

"Harry! We were coming tomorrow! How did you get here?"

At that moment Hermione came running through the door yelling, "What do you mean he's... Harry, why, we were getting you tomorrow. When did you get here?"

"The Advance Guard gave me a portkey. I think I am involved with Sirius' case."

"OH! That. Yes, well I guess you should help him," said Hermione half-heartedly.

"Come now Hermione, just because his house elf nearly got him killed and Sirius punished him, it dosen't mean he is a bad guy", interjected Ron.

"I don't want to fight now Ron, let's help Harry get his things upstairs."

So of the two boys went upstairs and plopped down on Ron's bed.

"Hey my parents went to the Order Meeting. They should be back soon. I really sorry about Sirius, mate, but with you and Dumbledore getting praise in the Prophet they don't stand a chance"

"Who was that girl?" Harry asked changing the subject. He didn't want think about that trial. He had already been through two trials in his life, none of which were pleasant. "Who, Nina?" Harry nodded and Ron continued, "She's from America. Her parents were murdered. Mum decided that she could stay with us since she is all alone. I've been the odd man out ever sine she got here"

"Is she in our year?" Harry asked. Ro nodded and added rather cheekily, "why are you so interested?" Harry jumped on him and they wrestled. He was feeling so good and then the trial came back into his head.

Ron noticed and asked, "What say you to a good old quidditch match. Nina plays too and we'll see if Ginny can join."

"I don't have my broom, its still locked up at Hogwarts, remember?"

"The twins and I had a little escapade over the summer and we got it back, along with the Marauders Map and your invisibility cloak."

"Really?"

"No, Dumbledore brought them back last week."

They reached the living room where the three girls giggling about something when Ron said," Quidditch match outside in five, be there or be square!" Everyone was outside, even Hermione, when he doorbell rang. The Order meeting was over so Bill, Charlie, Fred, and George joined up in an intense battle of the redheads. Nina played chaser for Harry's team along with Ginny. Fred was the Beater and Bill was keeper. Hermione decided to qui and read an improving book, so the teams were even. Harry noticed that Nina was a good flyer. She would probably be a good replacement For Angelina Johnson, or Katie Bell. That is if she was in Gryffindor. After about forty-five minutes Harry had caught the snitch.

Mrs. Weasly started the month long process of fattening and hugging Harry every second she could get that night. "She was the closest to a parent he had besides Sirius" Harry thought. Then the thought of Sirius' fate hit him, and he excused himself from the table.

"Wait, Harry!" Mr. Weasly exclaimed, "We have to discuss what you are going to say tomorrow. You can't just go there without knowing what you are going to say."

"Right then. Goodnight Hermione, Nina" he said depressingly.

"I know you don't want to think about it-", said Mrs.Weasly

"But now you have to save him now, for real, not like the Dept. of Mysteries"

"All that you need to do is tell the truth-"said Mrs. Weasly

"Except the fact that he is an animagus", interrupted Mr. Weasly.

"Any questions, Dear?" said Mrs. Weasly sweetly.

"Nope, it's pretty much straight forward"

"Good, now have a good night sleep because you'll need it" said Mrs. Weasly.

"Good night" Harry said politely and they echoed. Harry had a feeling that it was not going to be one.