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The Brotherhood

A/N - I just posted my first Twilight fic. I'd much appreciate it if any Twilight fans reading this could go read it and give me feedback. No worries, it's only a oneshot, so it won't interfere with the posting of this story.

~~~ Chapter Twenty ~~~

Sirius stood in the doorway of Remus' house in shock. He had arrived home shortly after Remus and Tonks and had been horrified to hear that Voldemort had attacked while they had all been gone.

Remus and Tonks were busy cleaning up the house but Sirius was too busy mourning the loss of his Godson to help.

"Can't you do something? Contact the Order or the ministry?" Sirius asked suddenly.

Remus glanced over at him before answering, "No, Sirius. Both sides are hunting for you, Harry, and Ginny right now. For all the know, you guys are with Voldemort right now, and probably helped in the attack. We'll just have to deal with this on our own."

Sirius finally came in further and dropped down onto the newly fixed couch. "Harry's my life. I can't just leave him in Voldemort's hands," Sirius stated, his head dropping into his hands in despair.

Tonks paused in her cleaning and came to stand before her cousin, "Sirius, Harry is strong and he has Ginny with him. If anyone can escape from Voldemort, they can. It'll all turn out alright."

~~~TB~~~

Hermione stared into the distance forlornly. She had discovered, in her searching of the library that Sirius Black had not received a trial before he was sent to Azkaban. Thinking back to Harry's trial, she realised that the same thing had occurred - no trial.

In both cases, they had been sent away because both had concrete evidence that they had done the crime. However, as Hermione had looked into Black's crime, she had discovered that there was no real proof. The only thing that the Ministry had to go on was that he had been at the scene of the crime, which could just be plain old bad luck. From being found there, he had been convicted as Voldemort's top deatheater, his right-hand man.

Hermione just didn't see the sense in it.

Then her investigation had turned to Harry. His crime had a little more evidence to go with it. Harry and Ron had gone down to Hogsmeade on Hogsmeade weekend. Hermione and Ginny were with them as they all walked along. Harry, Ron, and Ginny went into the quidditch shop while Hermione visited the book store. Next thing she knows, people are shouting about Harry murdering Ron and he is taken away. Ginny was gravely injured and quickly taken to St. Mungos.

Harry had pleaded innocence, but the proof was on his wand. He had committed the crime.

Still, something seemed off. Harry wasn't the type to just murder his best friend. Ginny had been upset when she woke up and discovered him in Azkaban. She was the only witness. The only thing other people had seen was Harry standing over Ron's dead body, with Ginny lying nearby, unconscious and hurt.

Even as Hermione thought about it, she realised that the evidence on Harry's case was pretty iffy too. If only one of them had received a trial, maybe more evidence would have been brought forward...or they would have been proven innocent.

Hermione shook her head to clear the thought. They weren't innocent. The Ministry didn't put innocent people away in Azkaban. It had to be something else.

~~~TB~~~

Bellatrix stood in the exact centre of her cell. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of the salty air coming in from the window. She could sense something different. Something was happening that would change everything.

Bellatrix cackled. She knew her Lord was back, the Potter boy had told her awful cousin that much.

She was loyal, maybe even the loyalist of them all! He would come for her, she knew. He would come for her soon, and she would be here, waiting for him, having spent her time in Azkaban for him, her loyalty never wavering.

She would escape soon, and she would be back with her Lord.

~~~TB~~~

Dumbledore gazed at the small metal gadget which had been hidden away behind several others for some time now. It had been a monitor for Harry. There was a small crystal and inside it was dust. When that dust was white, it meant that Harry was safe. When the dust was black, it meant that he was hurt. When the dust was green, it meant that Harry was in trouble. Lastly, if the dust was red, it meant that Harry was in mortal peril.

When Harry had been sent to Azkaban, the dust had changed to black, and stayed there until he had escaped, then it turned back to its original colour of white. It had stayed there for a long while but had suddenly turned red earlier.

Dumbledore hadn't noticed it at first, since he had discarded it at the back of his gadgets, but then the red light had caught his attention.

Dumbledore wondered what the red light meant. Before, when it had turned red, it had been with encounters with Voldemort.

Dumbledore knew, despite what the ministry thought Harry had done, that Harry was not a deatheater, nor would he ever kill a friend like he supposedly did. He had been saddened when the boy had been sent to Azkaban, but even he couldn't interfere with it.

Now, the dust in the crystal was red and Dumbledore was worried once again about Harry Potter. He suspected that the 'mortal peril' Harry was in had something to do with the Ministry, once again.

They were proving to be a thorn in his side.

Dumbledore stood then. He knew that Sirius and Harry had been staying with Remus, and he had kept the Ministry away. Perhaps, though, it was time to let them know he knew they were there, and check in on his one-time hero.

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