The Shadow of the Wizarding World

By: Jamnaz79

Beta: NedryOS

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Note: I do not own Harry Potter for the book, movies, etc etc etc. Nor do I claim to.

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That was how the first week went for Harry Potter, no near deaths, no possible murders, not even a trip to the infirmary. Perhaps for once Harry might get a quiet year, then again he was Harry Potter, fates bitch so that was unlikely.

Harry realized, jogging around the Black Lack early in the cold October morning, that it had been an interesting first month back to Hogwarts. It seemed that each morning now he used this workout as a planning session. He would wake up at five in the morning, going for a brisk five laps around the lake, more than eight miles total. When done with his cardio he would then do strength training, carrying heavy stones from one pile to another pile across a clearing. Finally, the third year would end with a few callisthenic routines and a period of meditation before heading back to Gryffindor Tower.

This was Harry's private time. It was a time to consider mistakes and a time to prepare for what was to come. The boy thought back to over the past month of classes and training to consider how it went so far. Despite the nightmares of Ron's death that plagued his dreams every night, Harry had accomplished a few parts of his plans. One particular high point was potions class, surprisingly. That first class of the second week was hell but it set the tone for the coming weeks.

Harry had been working besides Hermione in potions. As always, she was brilliant at her work despite the efforts of Snape. So far this year, Harry thought he was not doing too poorly. He knew the assignments; he had read ahead and learned about the ingredients. It seemed to click for Harry that potions class really was just cooking with magic. The potion of the day was a plant growth potion that would allow certain flowers to grow even in winter snows. It was a brilliant concoction that could be very useful for growing food and herbs. He had followed the instructions and carefully handled all of the ingredients and the resulting potion was very close to the book's description of medical grade. Of course that success would be ruined in just under twenty seconds.

"Potter, that potion is not correct. The coloring is off." The voice drew a shiver arching up his back and to his shoulders. The professor seemed to not notice or, more likely, not care, "Just because you got your friend killed doesn't mean I will go easy on you Potter."

Harry had started to get a better control of his emotions but that pulled a burning anger to the forefront. His emerald green eyes seemed to glow in the light as he looked up at the greasy haired, long nosed professor. Snape met the glare with a calm arrogance waiting for the expected reactio. Yet, for the moment Harry contained himself.

A look of disappointment broke through the man's sneer just long enough for the class to see it. In an instant, his wand was out and Harry and Hermione's potion was vanished. "It appears that you failed this class assignment again Potter. Perhaps in the future you will learn to follow the directions."

Harry snapped. Vanishing his perfect work was one thing, but failing Hermione and insulting Ron's memory at the same time was too much. He slammed down his fist into the table anger boiled over. Hate filled green eyes met empty black eyes. "You know Professor. If my mother had lived, she would very disappointed in you. You truly became what you hated. A worthless bully like you never would have been worthy of her love or friendship."

The shocked class silently watched as their professor stepped backwards, looking as if he had been physically slapped. The raven haired boy quickly gathered his supplies and walked from the chamber, not bothering to look at the pale man, his shocked classmates, or his equally horrified partner.

The petrified professor nearly missed his class erupting in chaos. Neville, though he had been spared the emotional torment that usually comes from professor Snape, had therefore not been watched as closely as previous classes. His potion had been left on the fire too long, and began to overflow, mixing with the ingredients on the table and scraps on the floor. The resulting explosion set off a chain reaction, melting cauldron after cauldron before the potions master recovered from his stupor. Throughout the disaster, he never noticed the target of his hatred had escaped, along with one of his own snakes.

Harry stopped his quick pace when he was two hallways away from the potions chamber. He leaned his back against the wall and breathed heavily and slowly, distraught over what took place. He had been working so hard to keep his temper and in one session with that foolish twit he lost it. While what he told him would have been true according to his mother's diary, it still wasn't the way to use that knowledge. He could have coerced something from Snape or twisted a bitter revenge for the years of pain the man had caused. Instead, he chose a childish reaction to the man. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't see Daphne as she turned the corner fast and ran right into him.

Daphne saw Potter leave the room after the display and whispered to her friend Tracy Davis to clean up for them. She quickly left the room slipping out just before the cauldron eruption. By the time she made it through the door, she could barely see the edge of Potter's robe disappearing down another hallway. Of course the bloody twit couldn't just wait or walk at a reasonable pace for her to catch up! She sprinted after him.

Daphne reached the corner only to see him turn into another more rarely used hallway so again she took off not to lose sight of him. This time though when she turned the corner she ran right into a hard piece of stone. The teenager fell backwards, slamming hard on to her backside. A confused, painful groan escaped her lips. She looked up and discovered that the wall she had run into was actually her quarry himself.

Daphne narrowed her eyes and growled at the boy. "Potter, help me up."

Harry tried to place a mask of indifference on his face when he saw that it was Daphne. Yet, he carefully reached down and offered hand up for the girl, "I am sorry I was in your way Miss Greengrass. A thousand apologies to you for not watching where I was."

Perhaps it was a little too much sarcasm but he didn't expect to see the girl or particularly want to see her right now. He looked over here curiously, wondering why she, of all people, would follow him out of the classroom.

The girl tried to again reacquire her dignity and after accepting the hand up she moved a step away from the boy, brushing off her robes. Eventually her cold eyes caught his, and a frown touched her lips, "I thought you were smarter than that Potter."

Harry bit back a groan of annoyance at the girl. He shook his head slowly, "Greengrass, I don't need a lecture right now. I know what I did and I know that even if the greasy git deserved it there was a better way."

The girl was a touch surprised that he admitted his foolishness instead being a pigheaded Gryffindor, "Indeed there was but that snitch was caught. The question now is what you what will you do? You are allied to my family, Potter, what you do represents us as well."

A flash of anger appeared in the emerald eyes of the boy and showed that he understood her. Daphne continued before he could interrupt. "If the potion master of Hogwarts is not going to grade your work fairly, then get a different potions master to grade it."

Harry blinked in surprise. "We can do that?" he asked. Daphne rolled her eyes and nodded. A slow smile crept over his lips as he stared at this brilliant witch with true excitement, "I think I know just the one. Daphne I could kiss you for that idea!"

A crimson blush came over both of their cheeks as Harry's brain caught up with his mouth. Harry quickly cleared his throat then spoke up, "What I meant was thank you Ms. Greengrass for the words of wisdom."

Harry executed a bow towards her and started to pick up his stuff to leave before he glanced back at her, "I never did get to meet your sister on the train Ms. Greengrass. I would still like the chance to meet her when it is possible. Was she sorted into your House?"

Daphne's long black hair waved shook back and forth against her shoulders. She gave Harry a sad smile. "No, Astoria's best friend is going to Durmstrang so she decided to got there as well.

Harry's tilted head and raised eyebrows betrayed his thoughts. "I am surprised. Your parents were okay with that?"

Daphne gave a brief smile, it seemed that talking of her sister allowed such emotions to break the ice façade that she normally wore, "My grandfather and great uncle both attended." She explained. "The Greengrass' are from Germany, so Durmstrang was first choice for many of my family members."

The girl seemed to catch herself with her statement, her eyes hardened again as she looked at Harry, "Do you have a plan for speaking with this potions professor?"

Harry executed another formal bow before Daphne but kept his gaze up at her face with a smile, "Of course, my Lady. I shall at once request an arrangement with the individual I am considering. I am quite certain that he will enjoy the opportunity to grade and tutor me in the subject matter."

Ignoring his haughty tone, Daphne turned and walked away. "Good, shape up Potter." she called over her shoulder. The sound of her boots receded as she walked off down the hallways leaving an intrigued boy behind.

Now over halfway done with his morning routine, Harry thought of the professors he'd been working with.

Harry took Daphne's advice and contacted Lord Slughorn. The former potions professor agreed to allow Harry to send a copy of his work to him which would then be graded from his own practical view. Their correspondence over the past month often spoke about Harry's mother. It seemed that she had been a favorite of the professor, a fact that Harry exploited. Not only was the man a good educator but he was a valuable political contact to gain a friendship with.

During these letters, Harry learned that the man used to have formal meetings and balls at the school. The Yule and Summer Balls were a tradition that was once a part of the Hogwarts school that over time had been forgotten. Harry drew upon the man's suggestions and encouraged him that the student body needed this tradition to return to Hogwarts. It would give the students a chance to mingle with important members of Wizarding society and a good fund raiser for the school.

For the time being Harry had kept the sending of the potions quiet from the Hogwarts resident potions master. But, every time that Professor Snape looked at Harry with a sneer the boy smiled inside knowing that he would get his just rewards. The greasy git was still being a cruel jerk to the boy-who-lived but Harry had a way to get his revenge. And as the old saying went, revenge is a dish best served cold.

To further help with his potions class, the boy also spoke with Professor Flitwick and acquired from him a charm to place on his possessions that would reflect any vanishing charm back at the caster. Harry suggested that he almost had a student cast the charm on his clothing as a prank, which convinced the master to teach him this charm. He was still awaiting the day that Snape would try to vanish his potion again. It would certainly be an amusing sight.

His extra charms and dueling work with Flitwick continued and Harry actually started to truly love the training. Whether it was learning his mother's favorite subject was Charms, or working on dueling, Harry truly enjoyed spending time with the little man. According to the professor, he was a fast study and was easily absorbing the material given to him. Flitwick was teaching him how to use normal household and common charms in battle situations. Harry's favorite so far was the Aguamenti spell and Congelo spell. The first spell drenched the opponent and everything else with water, and the second froze it. Frozen opponents and iced battlefields were a distinct advantage. It was combinations of spells like these that could be used in a duel or even combat to surprise and win a fight.

Flitwick was proud that Harry began to exercise properly, and also saw fit to work on his dueling stance, mobility, and ability to dodge a spell. He would have Harry spend thirty minutes every session dodging hex after hex that was cast at him. The faster that Harry got at the exercise the faster the former dueling master would attack the boy.

There was one spell that Harry was determined to learn. After the attack of the dementor on the train Harry had spoken to the diminutive professor about spells that would drive away the demons.

"Yes Harry, there is the Expecto Patronum spell that will stop the creatures from harming you. It is pure light magic and it will chase away the creatures." The part-goblin professor twisted the ends of his mustache. "Are you certain you do not wish to speak with Professor Lupin about this? He is, after all, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Harry responded with a derisive snort at the suggestion and resorted to begging. The boy shook his head slowly back and forth, "Please Professor. I would rather learn it from you then from that man. I beg you master, please teach your humble student?"

A sparkle came to the eyes of the professor at the dramatic request followed by a chuckle, "Very well Harry. I will teach you the Patronus. But, do not be disheartened if you do not get it fast. It is very advanced magic that even most seventh years do not know."

Harry bowed before the professor with a bright smile, "Thank you professor. I am in your debt as always."

While the training for transfiguration and charms went smoothly Harry refused to go to the extra classes with professor Lupin so far. He just couldn't forget the man's past transgressions. This was the direct result of the confrontation after one of the classes.

"Mr. Potter please stay after class." The words came out just before the end of the period and Professor Lupin's gaze met Harry's so there would no excuse this time for him to quickly depart.

Hermione perhaps could sense the trouble with Harry as she gave him a squeeze to the boy's hand before she departed. Harry quickly packed up his belongings before he awaited the approach of the professor. His eyes kept locked to the man as he stepped up before his desk, a burning anger ached in the boy's chest.

"Mr. Potter, you have been avoiding me. You were assigned by the Headmaster to spend time with me in order for your extra training. Are you forgetting these duties?" A frown came over the teacher as he looked down at the boy.

Harry leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms disrespectfully as he looked the man in the eyes, "I am not interested in learning from you."

A blink came from the eyes of the man as he frowned at the boy, "Why is that?"

"I could take my pick of reasons Mr. Werewolf." Harry spoke the words with a sarcastic note to his tone. He saw Lupin draw back as if struck, so he continued, "But, my main reason Moony is I don't like those that abandon family."

Harry left his seat as his parents' friend stood there with shame in his eyes, unsure what to say. The man looked down as the child of his best friends walked away with tears in his eyes, "Harry, I didn't want to abandon you."

The boy stopped facing the closed door, "Then where were you Moony? Where were you when I was abandoned to horrible muggles that tortured me mentally and physically? Where were you when I was beaten and starved? When I was locked in a cupboard under the stairs? When I was beaten by my uncle because I did better than my cousin in school or when I was denied food for a week straight? Where were you for Padfoot when he was locked up for something he didn't do?"

The boy punched the door and it crumbled from wild magic rippling off of the boy. On the other side was Hermione. She appeared to have heard every word and was crying silently. Only then did he turn around and glare at the older man. "Where were you Moony? Were we so unimportant to you? My mother wrote about you, said you were like family. Better than family."

Slowly Harry shook his head back and forth a sadness coming into his eyes mixing with the pure anger rippling from him, "That is why I don't trust you Professor Lupin. A man that was forget about family and walk away is a man that I have no interest in being a student of, let alone whatever kind of relationship you were hoping for."

Harry turned and left the room. He escorted Hermione through the halls to Gryffindor Tower.

Harry shook off the thoughts of that meeting as he continued to jog around the lake. After that took place Professor Lupin kept away from Harry. The man never spoke a word privately and never brought up again meeting for extra lessons.

Most of his other classes were enjoyable. He found Arithmancy very intriguing, the formulas were very interesting to understand how and why magic works. The science behind the power gave a clearer view on what could truly be used for.

Runes on the other hand were more memorization. Right now they were working on Babylonian and Egyptian runes since they were the eldest of the runes. Once they learned those sets they would work on Greek and Roman runes and finally ancient Norse runes. It was fascinating to learn that runes were one of the cornerstones of magic. They were used to create magical protections, magical structures, and magical items. After a few classes he studied his father's cloak and found on the inner side was actually runes woven into the cloth. He couldn't identify them so far but hopefully by taking this class eventually he could learn something.

Runes class required a final project each year instead of tests. He had already decided on his own project. He wanted to find a way to invent a device with runes that would copy and play back vocals. He would hopefully be able to make a recording and playback device to take on his jogs to listen to music, not to mention the possibility of recording lectures in class or political conversations in back rooms. He had heard about quills that record what an individual says and figured he could start to design his product with those runes in mind.

The previous year, Hermione might have gone off and done her own excessively large project, but she was far less high strung now. She started off with plans to take all of the electives, but the stress of the first week put her off that path. Harry and Hermione both knew enough about the muggle world to get O's on the Muggle Studies OWLs and NEWTs (assuming they taught the truth) and Hermione didn't make it through one class of Divination before quitting. Ron's death was a high price to pay for the lesson that she needed to enjoy life and not just study all the time. Instead of working on her own, Hermione became interested in Harry's idea and they decided to work together on the project.

Harry moved on to his strength exercises, and continued to think about his best friend. Draco's strongly worded advice replayed in his mind every day, and he considered what he could do to help Hermione. Now that he knew more about the Wizarding world he had decided it was time to slowly guide Hermione's path. He developed a strategy of giving her a few books at a time as gifts. She was his best friend and a book addict so it couldn't be helped. The first few books were about the traditions and Wizarding culture. She took them with a bit of surprise to read the topics. Harry impressed on her the need to learn about Wizarding culture since she will be part of it now and in the future.

The second set of books were about rules and bylaws of the Wizarding world. He got these through Dobby from his family chamber at the Wizengamot. They were books that he had read that summer and thought that while she might not like what they have to say, she would find them informative. The third and fourth set of books though were more complicated situation and had to be a careful touch.

Harry came into the library and walked over to their normal table. He noticed a few looks of some of the girls of the other houses but ignored them: most of those same girls last year were looking down on him with fear and anger as the Heir of Slytherin. For now he would ignore their interests, besides there were more important things to do. He walked up to the table of the bushy haired girl that had piles of books lying about.

Slowly a smile came over Harry's lips watching her be so entranced by her books. That smile slipped away as Hermione looked up from the set of books she had been reading, a distraught frown upon her face, "Harry I read the books that you gave me last week. They were terrible! I thought it couldn't be true!"

Harry sat down before the girl and placed down the last pair of books. One of the two was not fully a book but instead a collection of parchments wrapped up into a bundle, "I take it you have finished the books."

"Not just that Harry but I checked all of these other books too. How can it be? Professor McGonagall told my family and I that I would be going to a better world, a place where I can do anything. But, that is not true! There has never been a muggleborn Headmaster, there has never been a muggleborn on the Board of Governors, there has never been a muggleborn Head of Department in the Ministry or even undersecretary for the Minister. There has only been three muggleborns ever to be part of the Wizengamot and they all mysteriously disappeared. Even the Aurors have had only five muggleborns in their history. Harry this is terrible and can't be right!" By this time in her rant her voice was raising and her hair was flying about her body through accidental magic. The brief thought that this must be what medusa looks like with her snakes crossed the mind of Harry before he shed it away quickly.

The boy reached out and took hold of her hands to calm her before they got kicked out of the room. He smiled sadly at the girl, "It is all true Hermione. But, I have one more book for you to read. Well it might not be a book yet, but it is a special work to read please."

Slowly Harry pushed the stack of parchments with loving care across to the distraught girl. His eyes lingering on the cover of the work, A Muggleborn Way to Change Wizarding Life by Lily Potter nee Evans. Harry lifted his eyes to meet the chocolate brown eyes of his best friend with a smile, "My mother's work and plan. Please read it over and then come to me. I have an idea but I want you to understand everything first Hermione."

It had been yesterday that he gave her the book. If he knew his Hermione he should hear from her before he even got to breakfast, he just hoped that she would take to his plan. It was a lot to take in, which was why he spaced it out. But, if she took to his idea she could make a difference like she wanted.

Harry wrapped up his workout and headed back in to shower, change and start the day. This morning's breakfast should be an interesting one if the letter from Mr. Greengrass was correct. He wanted a front row seat to watch the exchange.

He was quick for his morning routine in the Gryffindor dorm before heading back down to join the masses for breakfast. He slid into his normal spot between Hermione and Neville. His gaze lingered down the table as he started to fill his plate spotting the Weasley family. Since their return it had been a tense situation for Harry. Unfortunately Hermione wasn't ready to distract him with his mother's plan, so he let out a small sigh starting to eat his eggs as he slipped once again into his own thoughts and memories.

It was a week after the funeral when the Weasleys returned to the Gryffindor common room. Harry of course was excited to see his adoptive family. He had not seen them since the funeral and Harry was not able to be around them much then. It seemed they were distant but that was to be expected considering what they were going through.

He shot up from his seat next to Hermione when they came into the common room. His eyes scanned over the faces of Fred and George, the sad smile that lingered on the lips of Ginny Weasley and the determined gaze of the Head Boy Percy Weasley. Harry took all of this in as he moved to the front of the group of Gryffindors to welcome home the wayward family. Unfortunately it would not be a happy homecoming.

At first it seemed they were ignoring him, looking anywhere but at him. Their eyes and smiles were given towards the others of the room, except for Harry and Hermione. Everyone else was given hugs of welcome or small words. Harry considered in the back of his mind that it might be a prank by the twins. But, in his heart he already knew it was not. Still, he would need to confirm this fact.

"Hello Fred and George." His voice cracked the condolences of others and it seemed that silence came over the chamber.

One of the twins started, his voice trembled as he spoke, "Harry…."

The other took up the words, "You look well."

It was polite but a distant greeting almost as if a line was being drawn. The boy pressed his lips together into before speaking, "If there is anything I can do. Please know I am always here."

"You can leave us alone Potter." The words caused Harry to whip his gaze around to lock onto the eyes of Percy Weasley. The Head boy continued now that he had the attention of the young man, "Our family always suffers when they are around you. Whether it was Ginny last year almost dying, Ron and your foolishness with that car or the train ride this year. Always a Weasley seems to suffer from what a Potter does. We are not to interact with you and if you force it then a feud will be called."

Harry's eyes flashed with anger as the emeralds burned. They considered that he cause of their danger? Ginny was the blasted reason for that basilisk to be released into the school! Did he put the bloody dementor on the train that attacked them? He felt his magic starting to hum in his veins yearning for release, but he fought down the anger.

Slowly he turned his eyes over each of the Weasley clan members with a frown. He could feel the hand of Hermione on his arm squeezing to him to pull him away. "I see, if that is what you wish so be it. Ginny Weasley you owe me a life debt. Further, the Weasley Clan owes me a debt for hiding some activities of certain members of your family. I will call on these debts when I feel it is necessary. Otherwise I will have no contact with you."

Harry grabbed his things then walked from the room with Hermione following him moments afterwards not to speak with the Weasley Clan again.

He broke his gaze from the end of the table where the Weasley Clan sat together talking. He had not spoken to them and had ignored them since that moment. He even went so far as to resign from the Gryffindor Quidditch team. That was not a happy discussion with Professor McGonagall. But today wasn't a day to think of that.

He saw the doors open to the great hall and in walk a group of older wizards and witches. The hall fell to silence as the Minister of Magic, Undersecretary Arthur Weasley, Lord Slughorn, the Hogwarts board of Governors, and a half dozen reporters came to the front of the room. The Minister gave a smile to Dumbledore and spoke a few quiet words. Then the Headmaster stood up which drew the room's attention to him.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, The Hogwarts Board of Governors and the Minister of Magic have some good news for the school. Minister, the floor is yours." The Headmaster spoke then sat back down.

The Minister smiled to the Headmaster then motioned to Harry to stand and join them. The boy stood up to walk beside the Minster next to Lady Malfoy. Once the Lord Potter had joined them the Minister spoke, "I am pleased to be here before you, the student body of Hogwarts to announce a few changes going forward at our beloved school. "

The man paused a moment as the muttering at the tables picked up. He raised his hands upwards to silence the crowd, "Now quiet down. "

When it was quiet again the Minister spoke up, "The first change is that twice a year Lord Horace Slughorn has decided to provide a Yule and End of Year ball. These celebrations will be open to all students third year and beyond that wish to attend and follow the proper wizard decorum."

Once again the room erupted into chatter, and again the Minister quieted down the room with a bright smile, "That is not the only thing please hold your applause and questions till the end. The second reason I am here today is to announce that a new position on the Hogwarts Board of Governors. A student shall once a year be elected to hold the position of school population representative. The individual that shall starting next year be elected by the school to represent them. It shall be open to students fifth year and beyond. This position shall be known as the Ronald Weasley position in honor of the young man."

Another wave of talk rippled over the Great Hall but the Minister silenced the room before speaking up, "Normally this position would be decided the previous year, but, as it is already October, we have chosen the first representative. It has been decided that the first individual to hold the spot shall be Percy Weasley the Head boy for Hogwarts. He has graciously accepted in the name of his little brother. Please stand up Percy."

The stern red head stood up from the Gryffindor table looking around the room giving a small wave to everyone. Then he sat back down. The Minister turned and motioned to Harry and Narcissa with a smile, "Lord Potter and Lady Malfoy have a few words for you."

Harry smiled and motioned to Lady Narcissa to start. She granted him a polite formal smile with a bow of her head then stepped forward to before the Great Hall. "It is the honor of House Malfoy and House Potter to announce formally the James Potter Foundation. This foundation controlled by our two houses shall offer assistance for muggleborn and muggle raised children in trouble from the muggle world. Those in need of assistance or protection can come to the Foundation and we shall offer them that aid. We are a force to protect and guide our children for the future."

A warm motherly smile was turned over the chamber as she tried to meet many different sets of eyes from each of the tables, "Furthermore the James Potter Foundation shall supply scholarships for individuals of financial need to the school starting next year. We shall at the end of the year provide the needed paperwork to the Heads of Houses that is to be filled out by those looking to acquire the scholarship. If you have any questions about the scholarship please see your Heads of House."

A glance was given towards Harry where he smiled and nodded in agreement. She then stepped to the side of Harry with a nod towards the Minister.

The Minister smiled at the happy talk surrounding the chamber before he turned and inclined his head towards the Headmaster. He opened his mouth to speak when the doors opened up and in walked Amelia Bones with the Auror Kingsley and his apprentice at his side. She walked up next to the Minister and whispered something to him.

Tonks took the moment to step next to Harry and whisper, "You look good all things considered."

"It has been a rough start of the year Nymph.." Harry whispered with a sigh towards the Auror trainee.

Harry felt a pinch on his backside as she whispered, "Tonks in public Harry and you are going to want to hear this news."

A small smile touched the corners of Harry's mouth as the young woman tried to cheer him up.

The Minister stepped forward with a smile towards the reporters then the students, "It is my great pleasure to announce due to the hard work of the Aurors and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement that Lord Sirius Orion Black has turned himself in to custody. He has placed himself into the hands of the Ministry and undergone magical oaths and veritaserum. It has been determined with the statements by Lord Potter that Lord Black is innocent of all charges."

Author Note: First I want to say my apologies for the lateness of this chapter. Unfortunately I had finals that got in the way and now that exams are done though I should have some more free time. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, please let me know your thoughts.

Author Note 2: I just want to thank NedryOS for doing an amazing job helping me on this chapter. Truly he rewrote more grammar issues that I could count and gave fantastic advice. I can't say Thank you Nedry!

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