Disclaimers, etc, see part one.

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"So," Kingsley began for the fourth time, and extremely slowly, "You were at Godric's Hollow the night Lily and James Potter were killed?"

"No," Anya answered, with complete assurance and calm. "I was on my way there when Lily was killed."

"Why?"

"She had been betrayed by a man. I was a Vengeance Demon whose particular calling was women who had been betrayed by men. I was England to repay a favour to someone. Lily was betrayed and I felt her thirst for Vengeance. Before I could teleport, which is like apparating, to her side, she was killed."

"Can you describe the man who betrayed her?"

"He was relatively short for a man. He was slimly built, had pale hair, and a narrow face. I thought when I saw the image of him in Lily's mind that he resembled a rat."

"Does the man who betrayed Lily and James Potter resemble this man?" Kingsley asked.

He handed over the stock photos of Sirius Black, and one that had been taken over the summer because Sirius looked much less like a skeleton in it. Anya took the photos and made a point of looking at each one. Except for the last they barely resembled the man she knew as Sirius Black.

"No, that is not the man who betrayed the Potters," she said, handing the photos back.

Kingsley had to suppress a grin. It was unlikely that Dumbledore didn't know about this woman, even though she hadn't said anything about where she had come from. But her story had stayed straight through several different retellings.

"Would you submit to questioning under Veriterserum?"

"Yes."

"Would you submit to a memory extraction with a pensieve?"

"What's that?" Anya asked.

Kingsley licked his lips, working out what to say.

"We take your memories of the event out of your head and present them for the court to see."

"Do I get them back again afterwards?" Anya asked.

"Yes. And we only take the ones that are relevant to the actual case."

Anya felt a great flood of relief at the acknowledgement that they wouldn't be going through her mind. Several of her memories were very private, and she liked to enjoy them on her own.

Kingsley put the file together and stood up. He gestured for Anya to follow him out of the interview room.

"I sent a memo to a colleague about what you had to say. We need to meet him now to discuss how best to go about it. I'd take you straight to the Minister, but he's meeting someone at the moment, and Arthur deserves a heads up. Please, come with me."

He lead her through the hallways and Anya tried to appear like she was familiar with the place. They came to a closed door at the end of a short hallway. Kingsley knocked briefly and pulled the door open.

"It stores the electricity…"

"Arthur! You'll have to translate what this woman is blathering about," Kingsley announced before he realised that there was someone else in the room.

Xander looked at him with unconcealed shock, until he saw that it was Anya with him, and the expression became anger.

"For the benefit of whoever was outside," Arthur explained.

"Arthur, Anya Jenkins, Anya, this is Arthur Weasley," Kingsley introduced them.

Arthur beamed and shook Anya's hand enthusiastically. Anya seemed pleased with the attention. Arthur introduced Xander with equal enthusiasm. Kingsley was very pleased to make Xander's acquaintance. Xander cut him off when he was going to introduce him to Anya.

"This is the start of something big," Kingsley said, looking at the couple cramped into Arthur's office.

"It's big already," Arthur said. "If we can get Sirius off, that's bad for You-Know-Who. And for Fudge, he'll have to … ah, we can't do much with him. You've heard what that Umbridge woman is doing at Hogwarts?"

"I didn't like her," Xander said. "But Giles seemed to."

"Rupert Giles?" Kingsley asked.

He shared a look with Arthur, who seemed excited. Kingsley himself was nervous.

"Yes," Xander confirmed.

"He's the one meeting with the Minister," Kingsley said.

Arthur's face broke into a grin. Kingsley was just confused. Arthur looked quickly between Xander and Anya.

"Oh, Rupert," Arthur said, shaking his head.

Kingsley knew that Arthur was often strange, but he had never felt so put off before. The Minister had been delighted to be meeting this man – Fudge was a fool, but he was very suspicious.

"I think that we should let Miss Jenkins and Mr Black go, Kingsley. It won't do for you to have spent too much time here. I'll hear what happens at Hogwarts from Ron. In the meantime I really must go back to work. You two should go back to the school," he added, "explore a bit. There's a Quidditch game on Saturday, thank goodness they got the team back together."

"What do you know about Giles?" Xander demanded.

"Who is he?" Kingsley added.

Arthur looked a little bit taken aback. Xander was beginning to think that it was all a front.

"We were at school together for a few years. Strange fellow, got me interested in Muggle things. I came across him again about five years ago. If you trust him, trust him. If you don't, you don't, I'm not going to tell you anything."

"That's fair," Xander said. "Circumspect."

"I know it's not like anyone is going to be hitting our fellytones," Arthur said, "But we should all be careful. Tell Dumbledore what happened and we should see you soon."

Kingsley wanted answers more than Xander and Anya did, but he had even less excuse for being in Weasley's office. Last time they'd tried to talk, Avery had been called in, possibly about getting Umbridge into Hogwarts, come to think of it.

He held the door open as the other past and sent one last annoyed glare in Arthur's direction before he left. As the lift closed on Anya he remembered why she had actually come in the first place. It would take several hours to write a report the Minister would have to accept and Malfoy couldn't dispute; regardless of what magic Rupert Giles could do.