"How did this happen?" Dumbledore asked them once everyone was comfortable and seated.

"Well, Sir, you know I died in the Ministry of Magic?" Sirius paused for Dumbledore to reply. Dumbledore nodded in understanding.

"Or more specifically, you fell into the veil in the Department of Mysteries where you were trying to save me from a stupid mistake that I made, which resulted in your death. So I think it makes it my fault that you died." Harry said loudly. He couldn't help it; it just came out.

Sirius looked sharply at Harry. "Don't say that, Harry. Don't ever say that. I chose to come even though I wasn't allowed to. I got myself into the mess-and got myself out of it. Hey, I'm alive now, aren't I?" he said to Harry, attempting to make him smile. It didn't work. Harry just crossed his arms and looked down.

Sirius looked apologetically and helplessly at James and Lily, but continued, "I fell into the veil, and there was white- loads of white- white was everywhere. Then it turned to dark silver, then familiarized into an outside setting. Hills, mostly, of lots of people. They shimmered. I just walked through the hills, just searching for any sign of recognition. It was then that I found Lily and James. They were by a lake- one similar to the one at Hogwarts. We cried, we laughed- but mostly we laughed. We talked about Harry, mostly, the Order, and how everyone else was doing. Then we talked about Harry again. Then this old man that resembled Merlin appeared and said we had things to do. We were the most crucial guides to make the light side win. So then we were transported back out of the veil and we apparated to the Dursleys. We're thinking that the veil was made by Merlin." he finished.

Professor Dumbledore seemed to be in deep thought. He was interrupted by Remus.

"But why would Merlin of all people want to build something to take away a life? Wouldn't that be evil in a way?" Remus asked.

Everyone was silent, thinking about that.

"Ah," Dumbledore said, "Imperfection. There can be no perfect human- or wizard, in this case- that is perfect. Merlin was almost perfect but most likely felt that he was too unlike anyone else, so he created the Veil of Death or Mystery. For imperfection."

Harry felt confused, but the adults (including Tonks) seemed to understand. He brushed it aside and asked, "What are we going to do now?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily and he looked at James, Sirius, and Remus.

"Free Padfoot/Me of course!" they all chorused.

"I don't think the ministry is accustomed to having supposedly deceased beings and convict walking around there." Remus said.

"Mum, Dad, and Sirius could go under my Invisibility Cloak and Professor Lupin, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Tonks, and me can just go by Floo or Portkey or whatever." Harry suggested.

Dumbledore nodded. "That may work."

Professor McGonagall cleared her voice, "I think it is best if I go back to the school in case something happens at the school."

"I have to stay here to monitor the place in case a member calls or something." Tonks added.

"Well that's settled then. It'll be me, Professor Dumbledore, Mum, Dad, Sirius, and Professor Lupin." Harry said.

Remus smiled amusingly, "Harry, you don't need to call me 'Professor' anymore as I'm no longer you're professor. Call me Remus or Moony."

Harry blushed a little, looking down a bit, then nodded. James and Sirius took note of that, too.

"We'll go by Portkey into an alleyway by the telephone booth." Dumbledore said. He took out a bit of parchment and activated the Portkey.

The people who were going to the ministry held onto the Portkey and were pulled to another location.

As always, Harry landed awfully. The air was knocked out of him as he landed on his stomach. He groaned and coughed. A strong hand helped him up to his feet. He looked up and saw that it was James. He was smiling down at Harry. Harry smiled back in thanks.

"Sirus, apparate to the Dursleys' and get the cloak." Dumbledore said to Sirius. Sirius nodded and disapparated with a small pop. A minute later, Sirius was back with a silvery cloth and a swelling and darkening lump on his upper forehead and mussed around hair.

"What happened to you, Sirius?" Lily asked worriedly.

He looked quite sulky and grumpy. "Petunia hit me with a frying pan." he grumbled moodily. He tried to smooth his hair back.

James and Remus shook with silent laughter. Lily, on the other hand, immediately grew angry at her sister and worried about Sirius' injury.

"Oh my God, Sirius, are you okay? Did she hit you hard? Are you hurt?" Lily asked worriedly, jumping on her tip toes to see Sirius' forehead (he was TALL).

"More like my pride and ego...." Sirius muttered while Lily conjured a warm wet cloth and attempted to dab it on his forehead.

"Owww!! Shit, Lils, that hurts like hell!" Sirius whined loudly.

"Oh Sirius, stop complaining..." Lily said, rolling her eyes.

Sirius lightly grabbed Lily's arm and set it down. "I'm fine... I just need a band aid. Let's just go!" he said, eager like a little kid.

"Scooby Doo or Buzz Lightyear?" Lily muttered loudly. Harry laughed. The rest of them looked completely lost.

Lily didn't bother to explain and conjured a white bandage and stuck it on Sirius' injury.

"Okay, let's go now!" James said eagerly. Lily, Sirius, and James slipped under the cloak and followed Remus, Harry, and Professor Dumbledore out of the alleyway and into the telephone booth.

Harry, remembering the numbers from last year, pushed the correct numbers and the booth started to shake and move. It transported them to the entryway of the Ministry of Magic. Harry took a big breath. He glanced where group under the Invisibility Cloak supposedly was and walked ahead next to the Headmaster while Remus muttered nervously to Sirius, Lily, and James as they walked.

"Excuse me Miss, will you please tell the Minister that we are coming to his office?" Professor Dumbledore asked politely to a young person at the entry desk.

"I'm sorry, the Minister won't be having any visitors today, Mr.-?" the woman said with a french accent.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Miss." Professor Dumbledore replied cheerfully.

The woman made a little squeak and her faced turned bright red. "I'm sorry about that Mr. Dumbledore sir, you may go in, along with your companions." she said quickly.

Dumbledore nodded thankfully at her. "Thank you." and with that, he started to walk swiftly towards the elevator, with everyone else following him.

Nobody else was in the elevator with them. They waited three floors until they reached "Unnatural Magical Happenings, World Wide Wizard Radios, Secretaries and Importance of the Ministry".

"Here we are...." Remus said quietly. They all filed out of the elevator and quietly walked to the Minister's office in complete, but comfortable silence.

They were there. Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. It was printed neatly onto the metallic, sound proof, fire proof door. Harry felt a hand on his shoulder and squeeze it reassuringly. It was James. Harry wondered how James knew how Harry was feeling? Harry felt extremely anxious about what was to happen. Glancing at everyone, Dumbledore swiftly knocked on the door two times.

"I'm not having any visitors. Come back later!" Hollered a muffled voice rudely from inside the office. Professor Dumbledore chuckled softly.

"Cornelius, this is rather an emergency. I would- we would appreciate it if you opened the door for us." Professor Dumbledore said loud and clear.

There was an audible gasp from the other side. "D-dumbledore?? W-well, like I said, I won't be having any visitors at the moment. Please come back later." Fudge said, trying to sound authoritative and brave.

"Cornelius." Dumbledore said, with a slight warning tone in his voice.

The Minister cleared his throat stubbornly. "I said come back later. Please leave me be!"

Dumbledore sighed almost pitifully, then said, "Alohomora." the lock quietly clicked open. Harry was amazed at the spell. He thought there would be a more powerful spell to lock the door, but it opened with a simple 'Alohomora'. Harry shook his head and looked at Professor Dumbledore for orders.

Dumbledore put a finger to his lips, indicating to stay quiet. He motioned for everyone else to follow him. He quietly opened the door without a creak and silently crept in, with everyone else following him in the rear. Fudge's large, black, leather office chair was turned the opposite way so the Minister couldn't see anything from behind.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and said quite pleasantly, "I did say, this was rather an emergency, Cornelius?"

The chair moved abruptly, and it was obvious that Fudge jumped nearly a foot from shock and surprise. He quickly turned around and stared at Dumbledore with a gaping mouth and wide eyes.

"I would like to continue with the visit now." Dumbledore said pointedly.

"Well, yes, I suppose so, now that you all are here and all." Fudge said loudly and rudely.

Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it in a complicated way. Six comfortable looking armchairs appeared in front of Fudge's desk. Fudge stupidly counted the number of people.

"Why the large amount?" Fudge asked curiously.

"That will be explained later. Right now we have to get to the point. I believe you know of the Veil of Mysteries?" Professor Dumbledore asked Fudge.

Fudge nodded. He had no idea where this was coming from.

"Well, today, we found three people thrown out from the veil. It might shock you of exactly who we found." Dumbledore said.

"Oh and I bet all of this has something to do with Mr. Potter over here, does it? Always attracting attention that's not necessary. That boy has got to stop- haven't you seen the Daily Prophet? He's a lunatic- a mad boy- an ill minded–"

There was a quick swish.

"Say one more fucked up word about my son and we'll have a shitload of your useless brains blown from this room." James had taken off the cloak, his wand pointed directly at Fudge's forehead.

Fudge gasped loudly, turned chalk white, then stuttered, "J-j-j-ja-james P-p-p-pot-potter?!"

"That's right." James said fiercely.

"G-get that wand away instantly! I'm the Minister of Magic!" Fudge exclaimed, frightened and extremely shocked.

"I really don't give a shit if you're a hobo or Merlin, but what you said about my son before was uncalled for. You better apologize or there'll be burning hell to pay (A/N: corny...not really but w/e..) James said darkly.

"B-but–" Fudge looked at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore was twiddling his thumbs in his seat and looking up at the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Sorry." Fudge muttered quickly. James slowly lowered his wand arm, but still gripped onto his wand tightly by his sides.

"Now, let us get to business..... Lily?" Dumbledore said. There was another swish, and Lily appeared. She walked over and stood next to James. She took his hand and got him to sit down calmly, and she sat down also.

"Obviously, James and Lily are two of the people that came from that veil. We've got to get things straightened out." Dumbledore said seriously.

"O-of course!" Fudge said loudly. He looked from Lily to James with a still shocked expression.

"We have to get out the news that they are well and alive again. James also needs to have his Auror's license renewed. He gets his job back and the Potters have to get their house renovated." Dumbledore said, getting to the point quickly.

Fudge nodded stupidly.

"We also seem to have a big mix up. As you know, nearly three years ago, Sirius Black told you that story... of Peter Pettigrew and him being completely innocent," Dumbledore paused and Fudge frowned, "well that is quite true."

Fudge looked quite flustered. "That, you see, is not possible! There's evidence that Peter Pettigrew is dead and Sirius Black was their Secret Keeper!"

"Why don't you have the Potters tell you how it really was?" Dumbledore said. It was not a request.

"Peter was our Secret Keeper. We changed the last minute and didn't tell anybody. Sirius was innocent. Peter isn't dead. He's an unregistered Animagus- a rat. He cut off his finger before he transformed and ran away down to the sewers with all the other rats. He blew off the whole street with his wand behind his back and shouted lies." James quickly said in an angry tone.

"W-well," Fudge said, not thinking of anything intelligent to say.

"That is the truth and you heard it straight from James Potter's mouth. Will you believe it now?" Dumbledore said.

"Peter Pettigrew sold us off to Voldemort and Sirius is innocent." Lily stated quietly.

"I-I c-can't-" Fudge stuttered, face reddening with all the pressure.

Harry stood up abruptly. His eyes looked so fierce that his parents and Fudge visibly winced. "We told you Voldemort was back ages ago, and you didn't believe us until nearly five years after. That's all happened now, but you are not going to make a fucking mistake of this. You can believe I'm a raving lunatic or a fucking Death Eater for all I care, but you have to believe that Sirius is innocent." he said, his voice shaking with anger and eyes burning with fire.

Fudge was slightly shaking and Lily gasped slightly. The Minister looked at Dumbledore, but his eyes were equally burning as Harry's.

"Well," Dumbledore said calmly, "You heard the boy."

Okay, so what do you guys think of that chapter? It's a little rushed and weird, I know... but I couldn't think of anything!!! I realllly need more reviews!! I've got only like, 4! When I look at everyone else's reviews, there's like 100 and over and I start to pity myself.. Well I hope you liked it even though it sucks like complete crap. Sorry that Fudge is so pathetic and stupid, but he is. And of the cussing. I'm not from England or anything so I'm not sure if they cuss like that..lol hehe. Oh, and with that 'Scooby Doo or Buzz Lightyear' thing, they're types of band aids. Like pictures of them on the band aids for little kids. I hope you like and please R & R!!!

-Angie-