A/N Man, how about this, I haven't updating in, like, over a month. I'm sorry about that by the way, I've just been oober busy with school crap and birthday crap (officially 15!) and then studying to get my permit (Passed the first test!), my point is that I've been busy, but enough waiting my dear readers. This is the big one. In the chapter… *Drum roll* I might let Sirius Black out of prison (Might, as in, I'm not sure I will or not). Any who, it's time to GET THIS PARTY STARTED RIGHT! (In other words, read on good and faithful readers, read on)

"Let's not keep Mr. Black waiting eh?"

With that, the Potter's, Remus, Mr. Weasley, and the minister walked out of the office and towards the door marked, Head Auror; Kingsley Shacklebolt. Harry looked at the plaque in awe. 'I want to become an auror when I grow up,' he thought to himself, 'just like my dad.'

The minister knocked, and the door opened immediately to reveal a large, bald man with dark skin and, surprisingly warm, brown eyes.

"You wanted to speak to me Minister?" He said in a rumbling voice, Harry could almost feel the earth vibrate when he spoke.

"Yes, as you can see, Mr. and Mrs. Potter have returned from the grave."

"Impossible, no spell can reawaken the dead, none."

"They used the Sorcerer's stone."

"I didn't think it had the ability to do that."

"Nor did I, but we have more important matters, may we, uh, come in and talk more privately?"

"Of course, please come in and have a seat."

They all walked in to a large office that seemed to be filled to the brim with filing cabinets.

"Sorry about the mess, just got hundreds of applications for new Aurors." Kingsley said before flicking his wand and making excess papers file themselves. Harry sat down in one of the three plush armchairs in the room, but continued to watch the flying papers in awe.

"So," Said Kingsley, bringing Harry out of his trance, "What can I help you with Potters?"

"Kingsley, you have the wrong man locked up in Azkaban," Said Harry's father, who was standing behind Harry's chair, "Sirius Black is innocent, it's Peter Pettigrew who betrayed us, and killed the muggles. He framed Sirius."

Kingsley sighed, "James, I want to believe that that is true, but unless I am presented with evidence, cold, hard evidence I can't let Mr. Black go."

"Kingsley," Lily said, "You Know Sirius."

"Yes, but I also know his family history, and it is not flattering in the slightest."

"Sirius isn't his family King," James said desperately, Harry could see that his father was beginning to worry a little bit.

"People change, Jim."

James looked down, figuratively and literally, and Harry felt sorry for him, if Ron or Hermione were in prison for something they didn't do, and Harry failed to prove it, he would feel like nothing really mattered anymore. Suddenly, James looked up with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"You want proof, fine, I'll get you proof." James said before practically leaping out of the office door.

The office was silent as everyone was waiting for James to return, Harry was sure that if someone were to drop one, they would be able to hear a pin as it fell onto the ground. Twenty minutes later, there was a loud bang and James returned, throwing the door of Kingsley's office open in triumph. He was holding an official looking piece of paper, still smiling a silly grin.

"I have returned with proof that Sirius was not the cause of my wife and I's death."

Harry flinched slightly at that, not wanting to be reminded why he and his family were famous.

"Alright then, Jim, let's see it."

James handed Kingsley the paper, allowing him to look over it. Several times, Kingsley took out his wand, flicked it, then put it away before thinking of something else and doing it again. After about fifteen minutes of examining it, Kingsley looked at James with a happy grin.

"Well, it's legitimate, Jim, Lily, let's go get Sirius out of that god forsaken place once and for all."

The minister, having other things to do apparently, did not go with them to the lifts, and once on the main atrium floor, Remus said that he was going to go back to Potter Manor, leaving only the Potters and Kingsley to proceed.

"Now listen, Azkaban is on a remote island, so we'll have to go by boat. Once we are there, you all are to stay on the boat while I go and release Mr. Black. Dementors guard the prison, and they guard it well. It's too much for an eleven year old boy, and we can't leave him on the boat alone."

"Now, once Mr. Black has been released, I will escort him to the boat where you all can exchange greeting and such, understood?"

The family nodded, Harry feeling slightly relieved at Kingsley's understatement of him. Harry didn't like to have people expect high things of him just because he's the famous Harry Potter.

It took a few hours by boat, but eventually the group made it to a large island. There was nothing on it except for the tall black building that must have been Azkaban prison. The sky was grey and the air was cold, and Harry suddenly had a strong sense of foreboding about him, he couldn't describe it, but with a warm, tight hug from his mother, the feeling left and was replaced by pure warmth and comfort. Kingsley stepped off of the boat and proceeded towards the prison, Harry watched him as far as he could, but soon lost sight of the man behind a hill.

The Potters were waiting again, anxious for the return of Kingsley with Sirius, James was pacing across the ship, wringing his hands as he went, but Lily opted to hold her son close whispering reassurances to, mainly, herself. Soon, Harry caught sight of Kingsley coming back toward the boat, he had someone with him, but with the darkness Harry could make out what he looked like.

James stopped pacing and Lily stood up, releasing Harry and running up to stand next to James, Harry followed suit and saw Kingsley climb onto the boat with, Harry guessed, Sirius Black in tow.

James leapt for joy.

"PADFOOT YOU'RE OK!" He screamed before running over and embracing the man before them.

A/N Sirius is released. YAY! Now we can really get things kickin' again, sorry it took me so long to write this, I thank you for your continued support though. Alright so you know what to do, Review and tell your friends.

Disclaimer: Seriously?

Sirius: My middle name is not Lee

Me: Oh not with that stupid pun

Sirius: I like it.

Me: Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, objects, or locations.

Sirius: Stay tuned for more.

As always,

Malfoy