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If you are to lie to a god, and somtimes it's fair useful, do it with the truth. They smell lies on two-leggers, or they see it, or whatever it is they do. But if all you're telling them is whatever part of your lie that is truthful, they'll accept it. Gods don't see what's always in our minds. Mayhaps they'd go mad if they knew everything we think as we think it - I know I would. Besides, motals were granted the right to make our own choices when we were shaped. So if a god's got no reason to be suspicious, he won't enter your mind to find that you've only spoked hapf the story.
-Tricksters choice, page 329
Tamara Pierce
4. Blood Trials
The dark gloom of the complex waned as the candles were lit by the strangers. The sharp august breeze cut into the stale air from the opening of the door, disturbing loose papers on the table.
Sirius shut the door roughly after Amaya stepped through, waving his wand to completely light the complex. When seeing wasn't an issue, he lifted his wand and reassured the wards. Motioning to Amaya, he led her to the kitchen.
"Be careful what you touch, I have wards set up all over the place. They are right damn touchy though." Amaya gave him a brisk nod, before preparing the coffee maker.
After pouring water into the maker she clicked it on before leaning against the counter. She smiled lightly at Sirius. "Go get what you need. The Brits might find you guilty of something and lock you up in Azkaban. And with the country at a state of war, you may not even get the decency of a trial."
Sirius shivered. "Better dead than Azkaban," he muttered before walking up the stairs, casting summoning spells.
Amaya tapped her foot on the floor as Sirius gathered his belongings. She poured herself a steaming cup of black coffee, grimacing at the taste of the British variety.
She tapped her fingers repeatedly on the countertop, stopping every now and then to examine the ring on her finger in the light. It was a beautiful engagement ring, made of dwarf silver. The gems were arranged in a beautiful display of diamonds and sapphires.
She sipped on the coffee, contemplating what they were to do. If anyone found out about Damien, they were screwed. Damned Brits. They always complicated things to an unbearable amount. There is no wonder American wizards find the English wizards and witches barbaric.
Amaya looked up as Sirius came running down the hallway. "Amaya, get down now!"
Amaya abandoned the cup of coffee and crouched down next to the table. Within seconds a large blast sounded and four government officials were armed and ready in the kitchen.
"Sirius Black, you are under arrest for the murder of the Potter family."
Sirius looked dismayed as the Auror spoke.
"Come quietly; we are prepared to use unquestionable force to take you in." The Auror snarled and cast a spell at Sirius. Sirius found himself in magical bindings, unable to move. Amaya snarled as one of the other Aurors came in her direction.
"Boss, what 'bout her? Do we take her in?" The first Auror turned around to examine Amaya as another of his comrades finished securing Sirius.
"We are going to have to. Protocol." Amaya stood gracefully to her feet as two of the Aurors began to approach her. "You have no right to take me. I am not a citizen of Britain, therefore your laws have no effect upon me." She raised her wands when the Aurors did not stop their approach.
"Miss, please come quietly. We won't hurt you." Amaya glared at the Brits with hatred. "There is a reason why I left Britain in the first place. Bloody Brits." She pronounced each word with a perfect British accent.
One of the Aurors cast a spell at her which she deflected quickly. It seemed to irritate the auror who then started casting more spells and charms. Amaya only sneered at the wizard with disdain. "I thought you were going to take me in? Hmn… It appears I was wrong. I had heard about the Ministry hiring incapable fools. I thought it was just rumor, but you've gone and proven it wrong."
The first auror who had started casting curses at her was being restrained by a co-worker but the other two cast simultaneously a stunning spell. She was able to prevent the contact of one but not the other.
Amaya stooped, and groaned. She fell to her knees and slowly found herself on the floor of Sirius's kitchen before the world was forced black.
"You are being charged with assisting the murderer of the Potters and resisting an order from an auror." The voice was hazy and muffled as her head cleared. She wanted a cup of coffee, bad.
"You are to be administered Veritaserum to obtain knowledge of the events that took place on October 31st and November 3rd." Amaya blinked, the torch light harsh on her eyes. She was tied, rather chained, to a chair in the middle of an interrogation room.
She saw a man prowl up to her and forced her mouth open. He poured the truth serum down her throat and backed away.
The man who was had spoken earlier, of whom she vaguely recognized as a mister Barty Crouch, began to ask her questions.
"What is your name?"
Amaya fluttered her eyelashes softly, looking up at the man. "Amaya DeFrayne, by legal authorities."
There were mutters of suspicion that arouse from the assembled. A witch spoke up. "Give us your birth name."
Amaya, although the serum was affecting her body in a way she didn't like, sneered, something which few people had the control to be able to do. She turned her head to look at this witch that spoke, her blonde hair sweeping around her shoulders.
"If you must know, Capriana Malfoy."
There were outraged roars from her admission. Many of the court turned sharp glares upon her. She raised a perfect eyebrow at the glares.
"When did you change your name?" Barty Crouch had spoken up sharply.
"When I was eleven, right before I entered Hogwarts."
Dumbledore who had yet to stop his small smile, blinked, but his eyes remained ever sparkling behind those half-moon glasses.
"In what relation to Sirius Black do you have currently?"
Amaya narrowed her eyes as she curled her fingernails sharply on the chair. "I am his fiancée."
There was a rather subtle silence at that statement. "Did Sirius Black betray the Potters in anyway?"
"No. The only way he betrayed them was by not taking the position as Secret Keeper."
Dumbledore rose from his seat. "I assure you, I was the one who cast the Fidilus charm and Sirius Black indeed took his vows."
Amaya glanced at Dumbledore. His had a slight smile on his face, but seeing as how he rarely had a different expression, even in these dreary times, it was nothing unusual.
The court exchanged a few whispered words. Barty Crouch silenced the court with a sharp jab on his desk with his gavel. "The accused has clarified under Veritaserum that she was in no way involved with the murder of the Potters. All charges are to be dropped immediately."
A sharp looking man; he was tall with sandy blonde hair and pale green eyes stood up. "The fact still stands that she was found with Sirius Black and resisted a direct order from an Auror." There were several nods from the surrounding members of the court.
Amaya narrowed her eyes as she glared at the man. "As you know, I-"
"Silence, you have not been given the right to speak." Crouch turned an unusual hue of scarlet, pale almost like a pale red-pink color. His hat was disheveled against his agitated verbal assault. His mustache was trimmed annoyingly lopsided.
Amaya parched her lips together, annoyed. The man with the sandy blonde hair stood standing. "Why did you resist an order from a ministry official?"
Amaya shook her head lightly. "I am not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic or its laws. I am a citizen of United Magical America and I will not stand for this barbaric treatment."
Crouch looked towards the man who had given her the truth serum. He nodded at the look the man sent him. "As you are still under the effects of Veritaserum everything you said is to be taken into account for your innocence."
Amaya judged the court, seeing the looks of disdain and suspicion. "All vote for innocence and cleared of all charges."
Amaya held her breath as members of the court raised their hands. Several members who voted against looked on with caring what happened to her.
"It is official. Amaya Defrayne, you are cleared of all charges."
The man who gave her the truth serum walked over and gave her the antidote before unchaining her. She stood, rubbing her wrists sharply. "You have made an error with your treatment. If I have any say, sooner or later you will have reform."
She was led to the door by two aurors, who handed her wand back to her. With a hand on her arm the smaller of the two aurors guided her towards a platform. "State your destination."
"Office of International Communications, UMA" The platform whirled and she could no longer see the aurors standing in front of her. The platform took her to the OIC surprisingly and she shuddered as the wind twirled around her skirts.
"Develin, we have some problems."
Six hours later, standing in her southern home, she mused over the events. She was left with a child, a fiancée facing prison and international affairs. Fate seemed to like her.