I awoke early a few hours later, still cursing a certain bird. Today was the trial of the rat, aka Peter Pettigrew. I dressed in some smart clothes and went down to breakfast. I just sat. I couldn't eat, I was to full of anticipation. After a while Sirius came down. He was dressed similar to me. He was fidgeting so much an outsider would believe that he had fire ants in his pants. When the time came to leave he was at the fireplace like a rocket. I was nervous and anxious but I was holding back. Anything could go wrong. I couldn't lose Sirius again. It was so hard when he died. I had only just got my head around the fact that he had not died. I took a handful of floo powder, threw it in the fire place and clearly said 'ministry of magic'

As we arrived, I dusted myself off and we headed for the elevator. I had to reign in my emotions, we were going to court room ten as it was the biggest. I knew it would look strange if I started protesting, as in this timeline I had never been in court room ten.

When we arrived I noticed that Umbridge was sitting in her chair, practically in the ministers lap, looking all smug not aware that the thick jumper she was wearing made her looking like a magically mushy marshmallow. Should I follow my heart or my conscience. My heart is saying 'kill her, nobody would miss her, she put us through hell' but my conscience is screaming ' you could just get her sent to prison, death would be to easy.' My conscience has a point.

I shook myself out of my murderous thoughts and focused on the trial. The aurors were dragging out a terrified looking Pettigrew. His face was ashen and you could tell he had cried. I was dying to smirk. He deserved everything he was going to get. He was bound to the chair, and vertisium was shoved down his throat. Amelia stood. I believed she was going to question him again but instead she projected the memory of his first confession. I listened to the gasps around me as they watched the truth.

When it was finished she turned to peter. " is everything that was shown in this memory the truth?". His face showed an internal battle. " yes" he eventually stated. She sat back down. Everyone in the wizagamot looked shocked. For 10 years a man had been sentenced to Azkaban for a crime he never committed, the person who committed the crime was in animigas form. The minster stood up. He sighed deeply.

" members of the wizigamot those who find Peter Pettigrew guilty of the betrayal of the potters, faking his own death, killing twelve innocent muggles and breaking the secrecy of the wizarding world by exposing to muggles raise your wands."

I looked at some of the members. All of the death eaters looked pissed. Under veritsirum Pettigrew had blow away ' I was under the imperious' as a excuse for having the dark mark. Every wand was raised. The vote was unanimous. The snivelling rat whimpered in fear. He must have got it into his tiny head that his friends or his master would have saved him. He did not realize the people like death eaters don't have friends. They have slaves. All of them know that Pettigrew can be replaced no knowing that they had just sentenced the one who would soon help their lord rise agian. No death eater is irreplaceable. " I Cornelius Fudge sentence Peter Pettigrew to the kiss for crimes against the wizarding world. Not only will his wand be snapped but the wand he was found with will be snapped too. Executioner take him away." While the minister had spoken , Pettigrew had relieved himself on the floor. He was deadly pale, and crying. I felt like I had justice. I took Sirius's arm and we walked to the floo and flooed home.