Susan Bones and the Prisoner of Azkaban

by joemjackson

What if Harry Potter was sent to Azkaban for killing Cedric Diggory? What if a Hufflepuff questioned his conviction?

31. 31: Black and the Wizengamot

(a/n): Hi all and a Happy New Year. Hope you enjoyed.

This is the longest chapter I've ever posted, and caused by my Holiday travel. I'd written about the middle 3k words before going away and forgot to copy the file to my laptop. So, while away, I wrote a different conclusion that didn't fit with where I left off. When I got home I discovered neither version had the much needed Weasley/Malfoy marriage meeting. I'd actually written THAT into a different version of Chap#30. Had to edit that to fit in with what happens by the end here.

First thing that came up in reviews is Nagaini and the Horcrux. That was one of the first things I wrote about, had to push it to later. Don't think it answers any of what the reviewers asked.

A guess that Luna was the girl in Hogsmeade with her father. That would make Xeno one of the spymasters. I did have fun with her Quidditch commentary. Who they are, in answer to my friend old-crow they're who I call the Magical Superpowers (US, India, China) of the world. And, so far, I've kept them mostly unknown to the characters. One is revealed here. Any resemblance to the real person ... blahblah ... Though I did make sure his title fit JKR's chronology.

Susan M, I had to reread chap#27 to find the Frank Herbert Borrowing. Cheers! Lastly, glad Hannah's "needing a wheelchair" comment was liked. Hope this cobbled together add, doesn't look tooooo badly cobbled together.

31 – Black and the Wizengamot

While Susan had returned to, and truly bedded down in the Hufflepuff dorms, her newly minted fiancee made a show of returning to Gryffindor's Seventh Year boys' room. He said goodnight to his dormmates and drew the four-poster's curtain about himself. That a light shined from within meant nothing, it was a common occurrence. After donning his invisibility cloak, Harry went to share the good news with his Godfather.

Sirius cheered, grabbed him by the shoulders, shook the young wizard and shouted "Bloody excellent! Are you happy? Dumb question, Of course you are!"

"Half can't believe it." commented Harry as his fingers ran through his hair. "She said yes."

Draco snorted, having just exited the training room they'd set up, he was out of breath "Makes...*huffhuff* two of *huffhuff* us *huffhuff* Potter. Thought *huff* Bones would've smart *huff* ened up."

"Bugger yourself, Malfoy." growled Harry, though it did not have much heat in it.

Sirius chuckled unable to bring himself to scold either teen.

"The pair of you should be much more worried about the Wizengamot tomorrow as opposed to a mere sporting event." Slytherin's portrait groused harshly.

Sirius chuckled lightly and replied "My Lord, we your students, have learned your lessons well. We shall tie that bunch of mere amateurs into little tiny bow knots."

"it will be worth it as long as you and your ward keep to our bargain." The portrait answered.

Draco looked between them and demanded "What is this plan you two keep talking about?"

Harry coming, and probably obvious, refusal to share was cut off by an owl. A familiar, at least to Harry, brown one "Ginny or Ron." He commented.

"How could you know that?" asked Draco.

Harry answered enigmatically "Magic!"

"Potter House seal." Sirius blinked "What could possibly make her use that?"

Reading the letter, Harry's neck bulged and his fury rose. He had never been one to throw a first punch but this time he did. It caught the Malfoy heir square in the jaw sending him sprawling across the stone floor. Only Sirius' quick reactions prevented him from flinging himself upon the fallen teen. "WHAT THE FUCK MALFOY!" roared Harry uncontrollably "I'LL KILL HIM! AND IF YOU HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS I-I'LL! LEMME GO!"

"Go on! Let him go!" Draco sneered coolly "You got that first one Potter. You don't scare me."

Sirius, kept a firm grip on his Godson, and snatched the letter from Harry. "Then you're a fool, Draco." he told him "Harry doesn't lash out like that for no reason."

"Cool off Harry!" ordered Sirius. He spun the younger wizard away and doused him with an "Aquamenti!"

Harry spluttered "Read the bloody letter!" Sirius picked it up.

Salutations MyLiege,

I do regret imposing upon your evening. However a matter requiring your intervention has occurred. House Malfoy convened a special session of the Wizengamot. During which Duke Malfoy received approval for an alliance by marriage with House Weasley.

Negotiations are, of course, tense. And we have advised the Duke there can be no final decision without your input. Please come as soon as possible.

Your Loyal Vassal

Ginevra Weasley-Potter

"Fascinating." Commented the painting of Slytherin "By wedding his son with the Weasley girl, Lucius can turn a great many things to his advantage. He pulls young Draco out of hiding. As the senior House, Malfoy politics would become the do-"

Harry glared at Slytherin and sneered "You want to tell me something useful?"

"Go easy, Harry." Sirius advised "And Draco, please, any information you have that can be helpful."

In response, he flicked his lengthening blond hair brushed at the trickle of blood on his lip and shot back "Our deal doesn't cover this. Figure it out for yourself!"

"Quiet Harry!" Sirius ordered, then to the other young man "Draco, you know your Father best. And remember, you told me your Mum wanted an alliance with the Greengrass House. Wouldn't it be useful to at least know why he is reneging on the Parkinson arrangement?"

Draco nodded, but glared at Harry saying "I believe I am owed an apology."

"You'll get it when you prove you had nothing to do with this." Harry countered stubbornly.

Sirius looked displeased. But he just shook his head knowing the two teens had ample reason for mutual resentment. They were allies, not friends. "I think we should move forward." He said "Now, the Wizengamot has the authority to order a marriage. And it doesn't take a majority of the whole body. Just a majority of those sitting, and it is an economic vote. So the power goes to the richer Families. Normally, Ginny would have no recourse. However …"

x

"About time you made an appearance, Potter." Lucius Malfoy growled impatiently. "Now, sign that and I can conclude my business with the Wizengamot."

Harry held up a hand to silence the Weasleys as he, Susan and Draco entered. He and they sat in three open seats at the Head Table in the Great Hall. Otherwise, with classes in session, the Hall was empty. "My advisors in this affair." He said by way of introduction. "What terms are being offered?"

"Standard. Meaning that, for those uneducated in-" the senior Malfoy began.

Harry cut him off "I am acquainted with Wizarding marriages. Ginevra has considerable personal wealth independent of her Family. Who would control that?"

"Naturally, as the senior House. The Malfoys would manage the modest contribution of House Weasley to the marriage." Lucius answered, coldly.

Harry shook his head "Her personal money remains under her control. To start. Additionally, Ginevra is my personal vassal. I see nothing in the marriage treaty to benefit House Potter. Lady Bones? Master Malfoy? Do you agree?"

"Draco, would it not be more appropriate for you to sit here?" Lucius said. His words a question, but his tone formed an order.

Headmistress McGonagall put in "Duke Malfoy, I do not believe the seating arrangement is especially critical to our discussion."

"For the record, Professor" asked Harry "What exactly is your role here?"

She replied "Mr. Potter I have no legal authority. My purpose is solely as hostess. As you know, I am not Head of Gryffindor any longer. I will just enforce order. So please, no outbursts. And Mr. Malfoy, it is good to see you are still well."

"You know, Minerva, my offer to you is still open." Lucius commented, his voice nonchalant.

If looks could kill that would have ended the conversation then and there "You will address me as Headmistress or Professor is acceptable. My personal life is none of your affair."

"Potter, your sole duty here is to sign the agreement." Lucius told him "After that, you will leave. Children should be seen not heard."

Harry smirked "See Draco, where he rates your importance?

"Father, you arranged the marriage with Pansy." Said Draco "I do not understand this change. Additionally, Mother recommended to me pursuing one of the Greengrasses. Other than some Galleons she did nothing to deserve, what does the Weasley girl have to offer?"

Ginny bristled "Don't talk about me as if I'm not right here!"

"Do you see, Father?" Draco complained "She does not even know when to keep her mouth shut."

Molly put in "Neither, apparently, do you, boy!"

"Now dear." Arthur counseled his wife.

As hostess, McGonagall held up a hand "This cross-sniping serves no purpose. And, Mr. Potter, with all due respect, despite your friendship to the Weasleys I cannot see a justification for your presence in these proceedings."

"Professor, you might recall the events of my Second Year." Harry began "When I rescued Ginny from Voldemort's ghost and Slytherin's basilisk, she became indebted to me. Ginevra is a valued vassal of House Potter. And for there to be no mention of House Potter in this affair is unacceptable."

Before any of the Weasleys could speak, even Ginny's sharp tongue, Lucius objected "That is neither here nor there, Potter. This is a Wizengamot ordered union. Mere House matters cannot be allowed to interfere."

"I would speak with Ginevra, privately." said Harry "House Potter's interests have been neglected. And we must discuss the impact." This, of course, had been what he was building up to.

Lucius thumped his snake-head cane on the table and argued "A future Mrs. Malfoy will not be alone, un-chaperoned with a hormone driven teenaged boy!"

"Nor will you plant a spy to report all my business to you and your master." Harry countered "I will speak with my vassal … alone … Dobby!"

The elf appeared with a pop and bowed to Harry "By your command, Sire."

"I trust you remember the Lord Malfoy, Dobby." Harry waved at the angered wizard.

Dobby crossed his arms and glared at him. Promptly dismissing him, the elf asked "What does Harry Potter require?"

"A private conversation with Ginny, Dobby." Answered Harry "And Malfoy here seems to have a problem with that. You think you can blast him across the Hall if he tries to interfere?"

With a look that all the magicals recognized, but none had ever seen on a House Elf, Dobby's head bobbed "With pleasures, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby is happys to obey. Blast him now?"

"No no my friend." Harry chuckled at his eagerness "But should he make any move you dislike, attempt to interfere with my discussion with Ginny, or actually offend you in any way, you may … indulge yourself."

The Headmistress objected, saying "Mr. Potter House Elves are not generally given the power, or permission, to assault a wizard."

"Professor, Dobby is my lead servant. And as such has the right to act as he sees fit." Harry explained "I trust him with my House's honor. Ginevra, if you please." And he regally ignored the blush on the elf's face.

Ginny gave him an annoyed look, narrowing her eyes at Harry. But she stood and placed her hand on his. And, out in the corridor, she demanded "Right, Harry! Just what is going on? Malfoy on your side?"

"Hush!" he commanded harshly. He clasped her hand and pointed "In there."

They were in an empty broom closet. Ginny couldn't help herself "A young witch's dream come true. Planning to have your wicked way with me, My Liege? Unique way to get me out of a Malfoy marriage. Wouldn't you say?"

"You know it occurs to me I never answered your question." He commented, blushing lightly. To her questioning eyebrow he replied "Last year, you wanted to know if I thought you were attractive."

Ginny's nose turned red and it spread to her cheeks "You don't have to answer that, Harry." She said rapidly "You and Sus-"

"Are perfectly fine." He said lightly, then turned serious "Gin I didn't have anyone or anything when I got thrown in Azkaban. What I latched onto, one night, was you. Remember when I first came to the Burrow?"

Ginny again blushed "I was a squeaking, stammering little-"

"You came down the steps in your pajamas yelling 'Mummy where's my jumper!' Harry cut her off "And all you did is stare at me. Well in Azkaban, I dreamed I stared back."

Ginny giggled "I was eleven, Harry. How else does a little girl react to seeing her crush sitting in her own kitchen.Especially in her pajamas? And what about you? Bit pervy there, staring at little me don'cha think?"

"Be quiet or I won't finish." He ordered, but winked at her "So anyway, that scene ended differently in my imagination. You grew, quick, into who you are now. Right-" And Harry broke off unable to meet her eyes.

Ginny delighted in his sudden shyness "Well, go on … My Lord … just what was so interesting about my 11 year old self. Hmmmmmm!"

"You didn't stay that way." He answered firmly in response to her 'I dare you' tone. "Just imagine growing up. A good foot in height. Curves and all. In those same pajamas. How you'd look?"

Ginny pondered and frowned "What good … I mean … they wouldn't fit."

"You'd tear right through them, in other words." He finished for her.

Her mouth formed a large round "O" but nothing came out. When she found her voice Ginny commented "Umm… interesting dream there Harry."

"Yeah, so can I assume you don't actually want to marry Malfoy?" asked Harry "That was the whole point of getting you out of there."

A look of dread crossed her face "I know you hid him. Been working with him. Harry, I can't hate Draco the same as I do Lucius, but even indirectly, he's as responsible as his father for what happened First Year. I can talk to Draco … if you need me, I'll even work with him. But marry him? I'd sooner kill myself."

"Then you won't, of course." Harry promised.

Relief and doubt crossed her face in almost the same instant "Lucius has an order from the Wizengamot!" she exclaimed "Harry, I know Madam Bones taught you a lot. Enough to know you can't violate that!"

"Not true." He answered "Those laws, and the Wizengamot, they're binding on your family. Luckily they are not binding on the person you are bound to. Namely … me. I determine who you will … or won't … marry."

Ginny flung herself at him. "Malfoy came with that paper!" she sobbed "I don't know how I kept it together! When he first showed up, I wanted to Avada him myself!"

"Well, I'm glad you didn't." he replied softly "Now, maybe I don't care what Malfoy thinks his future daughter-in-law is up to, but broom closets… doubt the other redhead in my life would approve." Though, when Harry and Ginny returned to the Great Hall, they witnessed the tail end of a confrontation.

x

There was not a single Weasley shouting, or red-faced however. They were quite engrossed in observing.

" … place, Draco!" Lucius was saying in a harsh tone "Yours simply to obey!"

The younger Malfoy's chin came up in defiance "Mother's preference was a connection to the Greengrasses. I will not marry Weasley!"

"The consequences for disobedience are most severe." Lucius warned.

More bravado than bravery, Draco countered "Murder, Father? Perhaps your Master. You'd never get your hands dirty."

"Death is unnecessary. Comply or you will simply be disowned." The elder Malfoy declared. When his son remained impassive, Lucius yanked his wand from the snakehead walking stick, aimed and said "Infamilia!" The spell terminated the relationship between father and son in the blink of an eye.

The Headmistress, having so recently gone through a traumatic reunion with her nephew looked utterly appalled "Mr. Malfoy! Nothing warrants such an action!"

"BE silent woman!" sneered Lucius "This is Malfoy business."

Percy had quickly evaluated the matter from the Weasley viewpoint and declared "On the bright side, as I see it, this makes the subject of Ginevra's marriage to Draco irrelevant."

"In fact, boy" Lucius pointed out coldly "the Wizengamot order made no specific mention of Draco. And, without a male heir, I will be required to produce one. Very quickly. I see-"

Ginny, furiously, incoherently screamed "NO FUCKING WAY! NOT IN THIS BLOODY, SODDING CENTURY!"

"—no reason not to proceed." Lucius concluded as calmly, coolly, as though Ginny's outburst never occurred. "You will deliver the girl, formally, before the Wizengamot. Tomorrow. See you at 10AM Weasley." And apparently sweeping out of the room was a Slytherin trademark as Lucius did so with the same aplomb as Snape.

And that was when Harry stepped in, blocking his path "As an interested party, the Earl of House Potter demands to be heard."

"Out of my way, stupid boy!" ordered Lucius.

Harry countered "Dobby! A level one please."

"Yessir Master Harry Potter, sir!" the gleeful elf replied. And the older wizard was shoved back into the makeshift conference room."

All politeness, Harry paused in front of a padded leather chair and said "My Lord Lucius, if you please, be seated so we may cover some additional details of which you may not have been informed."

"This had best not be a waste of my time, Potter." He sneered.

Ignoring the omission of title Harry continued "It is of note that the Wizengamot has no authority to order any union involving Ginevra." He winked at Ginny's reaction to her full name. "While it is …just barely, mind you… legitimate to force one in opposition to family wishes-"

"What are you doing Harry?" Arthur interrupted.

Regally, Harry gave him a silencing look "You have, undoubtedly, offered what you consider a fair bride price to the Weasleys. But tell me, what does House Potter have to gain from this marriage? It has been commented on many times that the sole daughter of Molly Weasley is likely to be a most fertile breeder."

"This has nothing to do with you!" snapped Lucius.

In reply, and despite both his and her embarrassment, he commanded "Ginny, the Bond Spell." As she obeyed, a blue and gold ribbon became visible between the pair. "So, as I see it, the whole matter can be boiled down to a simple question. Ginny do you want to marry the Lord Malfoy?"

"Irrevocably, absolutely, and without any doubt… NO!" was her answer.

Lucius sneered "A girl's wishes do not enter into this."

"Oh but they do." Countered Harry "You see, Duke Malfoy… being that you did not even inform House Potter of this conference … I was already ill-disposed to permitting the marriage. Ginevra's consent may, I repeat MAY have swayed my decision in your favor. But, her objection." He shrugged his shoulders casually and concluded "Well, there you have it. We thank you for your interest in our vassal, and wish you a fair day."

Lucius was half out of his seat and hand on wand, when he saw Dobby's fingers twitching eagerly. Without a word he swept out of the room for the second time. And no one stopped him.

"That was" Percy began. And Arthur concluded "Remarkable!"

Molly grumbled "The notion that … For us to have a son-in-law older than us."

"Well, Your Grace." Ginny addressed Harry in a tone mixed with gratitude and a pinch of sarcasm "Apparently I owe you a second life debt. But, I will want to pick my husband."

He nudged her with his shoulder and chuckled "Wouldn't have it any other way, Gin. And Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, I'm sorry about the way I had to act."

"Think nothing of it Harry." Said Arthur as his wife embraced the young man in a virtual stranglehold hug. "The situation came upon all of us so abruptly that … well … It is in complete accord with traditional usages." He hesitantly touched Ginny's cheek then embraced his daughter tightly.

Percy coughed delicately and said, formally "Earl Potter, what more can the Weasley Family offer?"

"Oh lighten up brother dear!" ordered Ginny. She separated from Arthur and landed in his lap "Harry has never claimed what he could. He has never so much as taken what has already been offered." Though anxious at her parents' expression, she delighted the the pinkness of Harry's cheeks.

Harry blinked at her in utter shock. He was mortified by the baldness of her statement. Not so much the notion, he'd as much as admitted to Ginny he found her attractive. But such a remark in front of her parents! "Ginevra is a valuable House asset." He declared with exaggerated dignity "And I am the last of my line. I should have multiple options."

This time it was Ginny who flamed red. Along with the other Weasleys who were present.

"My Lord," an Indian woman knelt before her Master and kissed his robe. She was new to the ranks and not to be trusted with a serious mission yet. Her assignment, however, fit with her unimportance "as you ordered, we have located the Mudblood. 6008 Abbey Rd, Nottingham."

Lord Voldemort acknowledged the information with a minimal nod "Very well. Watch him closely until evening. Return when he beds down for the night. I must have absolute privacy and secrecy."

"My Master, why the sudden interest in one expelled Mudblood?" asked Lucius.

Smirking, the Dark Lord quoted "Much has been said of the power of love. Few have considered how useful unalloyed, corrosive hate is as a binder."

"But, m'Lord" Nott queried "we were given to understand you reserved the boy for yourself."

Voldemort let him off lightly, with only a brief Crucio. Then addressed his followers "Oh, the attack will be genuine enough. The Mudblood will even believe in it himself. And, after all, it is expected that sooner or later Potter will get attacked at Hogwarts. So be it, and meanwhile we should welcome our other guest."

Five men marched in, fully clad in leather doubled holsters. One with a wand, the other a classic six-shooter. And sporting Texas ten gallon hats. "Here to offer a you present." The leader announced "Sort of a thank you for helping fund my campaign. Dan, Mark, if you please?"

"Governor Bush, welcome to England my young friend." The Dark Lord said grandly "We were only too glad to help. I must admit to being somewhat surprised by your visit. Political investments usually do not pay off so early."

The Texas Governor smiled in a way not seen at home "Never look a gift horse in the mouth… as the saying goes." He replied "A short story if you don't mind. Culberson Wizard Academy in Van Horn is one of the finest institutions in America. Soon after I was sworn in it got a new Potions teacher. Brilliant in the art. But …heh-heh… lacking in people skills."

"I have heard of such." Voldemort replied casually. But there was no mistaking the greedy look he gave the bundle which the two Americans dumped on the floor. Naturally a Dark Lord could not be seen smiling too much, so he added "I do believe a death sentence was passed on this one."

The 'package' forced its way free and out sprang Severus Snape. "My Lord! No! Listen!" the disguised former Hogwarts professor shouted. Though still in his customary all black attire, it was more a cowboy style outfit. And his features were that of a pudgy Mexican.

"I cannot very well kill you in that form." The Dark Lord allowed. Then he sneered "That does not mean you cannot suffer. Crucio!"

The Americans looked to their leader for direction, but he simply held up a hand and said "Thank you for your hospitality. We must pay a courtesy call on the Minister before departing."

"Wait!" Voldemort said sharply over the screaming. The American had not demanded the offered reward. Although his minions raised their wands to enforce what they assumed was their Master's orders. But he held up a hand wondering "You are not interested in the reward?"

George Bush gave a mild grin and a hint of a bow "If there is one thing a Director of the CIA learns is that having friends is often better than having money. Just consider this a down payment on a fruitful relationship. Oooh! That does look uncomfortable."

"It will get much worse for him." Decreed the Dark Lord "So suffer all traitors. You will owl me anything the Olde Fool shares with you."

Nodding agreeably, the lead American said "Sir, a pleasure to share ideas on the New World Order with you. I look forward to our next meeting."

"Get him to his feet!" Voldemort snarled as he was able to finally focus his full attention on the traitor "So good to see you again Severus. Your input at meetings has been sorely missed. Tell me, can you think of a single reason why I should not give you to Nagini?"

Despite his suffering, the former Hogwarts professor looked stunned. "B-b-but M-m-my Lord th-that's imposs-sisible!"

"Nothing is impossible, my servants." The evil wizard actually smiled – not a smirk, or a sneer, but a true smile. He snapped his fingers and called out, sharply "Come Nagini!"

Even larger than before, the creature writhed into the room. It hissed menacingly at the assembled witches and wizards, slid toward its master. Hissed more. Coiled a bit of its length around one of the Dark Lord's legs and reared up so that its head was about equal with the humans.

Voldemort hissed back at his pet with apparent affection. The Death Eaters knew that he could speak Parseltongue and was obviously doing so. "She complains of an empty stomach." He told them "Perhaps an appetizer, my dear. You may have his arm. His LEFT."

"Tasty!" hissed the huge snake "Thank you! Mexican? A bit spicy."

From the granting of Voldemort's permission to the monster swallowing its snack took a small fraction of a second. Snape's disguise abruptly wore off and as pale as his Mexican visage was as a result off blood loss and shock, his natural appearance was almost bleach white. "How, My Lord, can I serve you properly in this condition?" he gasped.

"Perhaps I merely require your death." sneered The Dark Lord. He glanced at Lucius and added "As go all traitors."

Snape, by what willpower only he knew, got to his feet ignoring his horrific wound "Master I never betrayed you. I have, in fact, been working for your cause during my entire exile. With your permission, there is much to explain."

"I say kill him, My Lord." Said Goyle Sr. "It was your own order."

Lucius added "It is a valid point, My Master."

"I would argue that he live, for the moment, Lord." Offered Patrick Parkiinson. He could always be counted on to argue in opposition to the Malfoys now that their marriage alliance was apparently ended. "The sheer audacity of the fool's claim. Is it not worth at least hearing him out?"

Snape countered with his trademark sneer and countered "Perhaps you would care to see how much a fool I am, Parkinson. Someone return my wand!"

"That is ARCHDUKE Parkinson to you!" The offended noble snapped "You peasant Halfblood!" He yanked out his wand and fired a "Crucio!"

Voldemort was darkly amused by his minions snapping at each other. He summoned the nearest chair, settled into it. Nagini curled sensuously around chair and occupant. None of the Death Eaters considered sitting in the many other available chairs. Finally after a moment, he allowed "Very well, Severus. I will hear what you have to say. But be warned, if I do not find anything of value, you will die … most unpleasantly."

"Master, perhaps you could use Harry Potter's address." Snape said in a nearly normal tone, considering he was still dripping blood from his missing arm.

Nott shook his head "Interesting, but not very useful Lord. It would take nothing short of a full scale war to enter. And, even knowing the location, does not make the property visible. I expect there to be powerful wards, possibly a Secret Keeper."

"What of that, Severus?" The Dark Lord asked mildly, as if the captive was not mere moments from death. "The Fidelius would negate our every effort."

Parkinson laughed maliciously "Unless, of course, the brat shared all his deepest secrets with you, Snape! We know what a loving relationship you had!"

"The boy is a great many things. Fool is not one of them. Especially after Bones put her nose where it did not belong." Voldemort commented.

Attention focused on him again, the former professor grinned. A very sinister expression. "The Potter brat tormented me with comments alluding to my feelings for his Mother. They were, of course, true. The easiest way through a Fidelius is to get in on the Secret. Or possibly, have a piece of someone who knows."

"And you would betray dear Lily Evans in this way, Severus?" asked Lucius, who was a witness to the Potion Master's early life.

"I loved the Mudblood before she betrayed me. And Evans? No. I could never stop loving her. Lily Potter is a different matter … whore of that scum. Potter! Cow that birthed his spawn! I want Harry Potter dead. More… before that I want him humiliated." The speech, delivered with such vitriolic, corrosive hate ended with complete silence.

Voldemort broke the deafening silence with an evil chuckle "And in fact, a wizard's magic is tied to his home. The reverse is also true. Destroy that home and you have essentially pulled the rose out of the ground. I believe I will have a use for you, my slippery friend. In fact, two. I don't suppose you would mind leading a similar attack on the Bones property?"

"I counsel waiting a few days, Master." Lucius offered "You may know, graduation is nearly arrived at Hogwarts."

Voldemort tapped his chin with his wand and sensuously stroked Nagini. "Indeed." He replied "Two entirely separate hits in fact. I shall issue final orders shortly. You are all dismissed… except, Amycus, Alecto remain."

"My Lord." The vicious brother-sister pair acknowledged.

Now that Bellatrix was dead, these two were the Dark Lord's enforcers. Nearly as brutal as her, they may not quite be counted on as willing to throw themselves on their wands, but the pair would obey in almost every way. "The both of you will accompany Severus, whoever else he may recruit. Follow his orders… however, should he show the slightest inclination to betrayal KILL HIM. Regardless, Severus is to die in the girl's house. Am I clear?"

"Yes Master." The sister acknowledged for both Carrows. "What of the assault on The Ministry?"

The Dark Lord shook his snake-like head "Unnecessary. The Olde Fool has allowed too many of my followers into key positions. When the time is right we can secure London in an hour. Dumbledore will not live long enough to see the error of his ways."

"An owl, My Lord." Said Alecto.

Voldemort took the envelope from its leg, tore open the letter. Gave a malevolent sigh, and without formal leave taking, dissapparated. He snapped into being in a Muggle home, specifically in the bedroom of one Muggleborn teenager. One who had recently been expelled for Possession with Intent to Use a rather dangerous Potion. "Justin Finch-Fletchley!" he commanded sharply "Wake up!"

"Who? What?" the startled former Hufflepuff exclaimed. He reflexively reached under his pillow for the wand that the Wizarding World did not know he had. "Expelliarmus!"

The Dark Lord contemptuously allowed the spell to strike "You and I, Justin, have a common interest. And I think we can help each other."

"Wh-who a-r-are y-you?" stammered Justin.

The evil wizard laughed at the question "Such a sweet child. How many people in our world have such reason to hate Harry Potter? You, the loss of your… love …And me? Over thirteen years living as far less than even mere human."

"V-v-v-Voldem-!" exclaimed Justin "What have you done with my family!"

What little patience the Dark Lord had was eroding fast "I would much prefer you an ally, attacking Potter, than attack your family. He humiliated you, did he not? Strung you up, like cattle for slaughter? How can you not burn with the desire for revenge!"

"But I could never get near Potter." Argued Justin "I've been expelled from Hogwarts."

Voldemort grinned inwardly, the boy wasn't discussing anything silly like morality. "I understand your precious Head of House gave your Beater position to Benjamin Cadwallader. Those loyal to me within the school can easily secure him just before that final Quidditch match. I have a half dozen flasks of Polyjuice Potion, more than enough for any such event. It can even be a legitimate part of the game."

"Why me?" asked Justin.

To which, the evil wizard actually smiled. He picked up the wand an expelled student was not supposed to possess and answered "Anyone resourceful enough to slip one of these by those meddlesome professors, plus a random Auror, is a welcome addition to my team."

"Two things I'd want." Insisted Justin.

This time, Voldemort sneered "Want?"

"Well…err..what I mean to ….umm…say." stammered the boy "Please, sir." He gave all the impression of Little Orphan Oliver asking for seconds.

Satisfied with the change, Voldemort nodded "You will take my Mark. But, a little higher on your arm, I think. To anticipate your, shall we say… requests… your fellow Hufflepuff will not be harmed and the girl is yours to do with as you please."

"I accept." Two words. But they committed Justin to murder. What price he was to pay, he did not know then. He was to get a hint, right then, as he screamed in agony!

Voldemort seized the former Hufflepuff's right arm, jabbed it with his wand and cast "Morsmordre!" Without formal leave-taking, the Dark Lord dissapparated, though he did not go far.

"Your will, My Lord?" asked the Death Eater stationed in the neighborhood.

Glaring at his minion, he ordered "Continue watching. If the Mudblood shows any indication of running to Dumbledore, kill him! Slowly!"

x

"Blood calls out for blood, Madam Chancellor." Lucius Malfoy remarked, using language that was old in the time of The Founders. "Both Potter and Black acknowledged this feud in front of hundreds of witnesses."

Augusta Longbottom hammered her gavel, ordered "Silence! Heads of Houses may resolve kanly in any manner they choose. Earl Potter, this body acknowledges your successful delivery of the criminal Sirius Black to Ministry authority. Shall we summon a Dementor?"

"Evidence has been presented to me that proves the innocence of Sirius Black beyond any doubt, Madam Chancellor." Said Harry.

The Minister of Magic spoke "I would remind this body of the recent, and not dissimilar, situation in which a Hufflepuff proved Harry innocent of the murder of another Hufflepuff. I believe the case should be heard."

"All this pandering makes me nauseous!" declared Lucius.

Harry shot back "Aww… you're just pissed I squashed that bullshit wedding between you and Ginny."

"Oh Auntie I miss you." Susan sighed "And not for the first time." And desperate to interrupt them before Harry talked himself into trouble, she called out "House Bones calls for the presence of Sirius Black!"

But the insulted Duke roared over her "HOOOLLLLD! My Family has endured a barrage of slights and insults for years from this foul-mouthed fool! It has been excused and ignored because he was – I repeat – WAS! A child! That is no longer the case and I …Lucius of the House Malfoy DEMAND SATISFACTION!"

"Surely a few heated words do not warrant a duel." Said Dumbledore.

And Harry blinked in stunned silence. He had not thought before shouting at the elder Malfoy that he would be called out. "Maybe… if I-"

"I said it before!" Lucius said with malicious glee "A most sticky end!"

Members of the Wizengamot were positively delighted with a coming duel. Some on Harry's side, some on Lucius'. Many just eager for blood, without much concern as to whose.

"A thousand Galleons on Malfoy." One all but shouted.

Another grinned "I'll take your money!"

There was the sound of a scuffle outside the Chamber then in marched Sirius Black the convict. Hands still bound in front of him. Two Aurors rushed forward to seize control of him again. "I want my hearing! Then you and I will have words, Malfoy!"

"We can, indeed, delay this affair." Ruled the Minister of Magic.

Chancellor Longbottom nodded "Quite so, Dumbledore. We cannot have escaped criminals walking free. Lord Malfoy, I must insist that you defer."

"My honor will brook no delay!" declared Lucius.

Sirius laughed raucously "Your Father once had honor. Until he sold his soul to a madman. Malfoy, you breached one of the fundamental clauses of your marriage."

"You have no rights here, Black!" Lucius declared "And I will have your head as part of my victory after killing Potter!"

Yet another twist presented itself in the personage of Draco Malfoy. Dressed in all black and sporting the crest of the family he had been disowned from. "Uncle Sirius is speaking on my behalf as heir of House Malfoy."

"You are just trying to protect Potter." Lucius accused, ignoring Draco.

Sirius scoffed "I thought I was jailed for trying to kill him. Make up your mind! You failed in your duty to House Black and as Head of the Family I demand satisfaction. And the Blacks are senior to the Malfoys, or Potters."

The Wizengamot expressed its displeasure at Lucius' seeming unwillingness to take on Sirius.

"So be it." Lucius decided. Cold calculation told him that his colleagues were turning against him. And besides, he knew the affect that a dozen years in Azkaban would have on even the strongest wizards. "Then as soon as I claim the Black estate. I will kill Potter before your lifeless eyes."

Sirius held out his hands. The guarding Aurors snapped the glowing bonds. They were surprised and deeply distressed when the prisoner produced a wand from under his sleeve. They looked to the Minister who simply waved them off. Sirius experimentally swished his wand about. "It was your duty to protect Cissy." The convict said "Allowing her to be slaughtered by that monster. Bending knee to Voldemort. At least your Father had an excuse, being an old man. You? just a spineless wizard. Not even a man."

"Enough!" Lucius raged, almost blind with fury. "Dumbledore! I demand his blood!"

As per usual, the Minister temporized "Surely, Lucius, there can be some understanding. After all, Sirius has been on the run. Subject to hunger. Sirius, as Minister of Magic, I order you to apologize."

"For telling the truth?" asked the escapee "NEV—"

The elder Malfoy's wand was now also out. He tossed back his long blond hair and, cutting Sirius off, shouted "Nothing less than DEATH!"

"Wasn't planning on it anyway, you pompous ass!" Sirius sneered. He tossed off his dress cloak, which was caught by Draco.

Lucius didn't bother "Come Minister, a duel for the ages. And you can go down as Judge of the Rite."

"I do not condone such foolish behavior." Dumbledore declared "However, if the Members as so inclined…." There was such a look of bloodlust from virtually every member of the Wizengamot that the ancient wizard merely sighed. Glass three feet thick rose from the floor imposing itself between the combatants and spectators. Listening spells were quickly cast to make every word audible between the partitions.

Harry punched at the wall, futilely "SIRIUS NO! THIS IS MY FIGHT!"

"Not this time kiddo!" he called back, not looking away from his enemy. And, as Dumbledore took his place, Sirius became less and less the emaciated escapee he seemed. Black was not the 'on the run' convict he appeared. The experts in the audience saw a well fed, hard trained fighter. And a practical one.

Whereas Lucius Malfoy strutted and posed, even to continue wearing his full dress cloak. He glanced at the Minister and demanded "Well, Dumbledore! Count it off!"

"So be it." Said the bearded sage in a regretful tone. "The rules are known. Let no one interfere. One … two … three… four… five … six… seven … eight … nin-"

Having encountered Draco in like situation, and regardless of their momentary alliance, Harry was unsurprised that Lucius was already turning. He yelled "SIRIUS! CHEAT!"

"Avada Kedavra!" yelled the senior Malfoy as he turned on the count of nine.

Sirius just wasn't there. He had dissapparated and was standing on the opposite side of the Hall to where the Killing Curse was aimed. "Missed Lucy!" he taunted "Maybe Harry can loan you his glasses!" He fired three spells in rapid succession. They were a rare electric blue in color. Two of them struck the leading Death Eater without obvious effect.

"Is that it, Black?" demanded Malfoy with a laugh. He whirled, cape flapping about, and fired another Killing Curse.

Sirius dove out of the way. The green curse splashed on the heavy glass barrier. Three Wizengamot members fearfully ducked. Sirius was scrambling and simultaneously firing seemingly wild spells. Only one even came close to hitting his opponent.

The battling pair stopped throwing spells and circled "I had planned to kill you slowly." Lucius growled "But I'll just have to settle for sending your body to the four corners of Britain."

"I'm not the one breathing heavy." Countered Sirius. And it was true. The convict had apparated all over the improvised arena. Threw more spells than his opponent, but seemed completely fresh. He smiled pleasantly and asked "How's the magic, Lucy?"

"HELL SIRIUS!" Harry pounded on the barrier "YOU'RE BETTER THAN THAT!" Susan attempted to pull him away, only to be shrugged off.

Malfoy again fired an Avada, but this one seemed to fizzle out. Blue fireballs again struck his shield, four in rapid succession. The last took him off his feet. Now blond hair and dress cape waved about as he thudded on the stone floor.

"Sectumsempra! Sectumsempra!" came from Black. One missed, but the other caught his enemy a side-long the mouth. There was a spray of blood and the Wizengamot roared its approval.

Lucius backpedaled, clutching his almost completely detached lip. He pointed his wand at himself and yelled "Episky!" several times. He ducked behind a pillar.

"Come on Lucyyyyy! Come out! Come out and Play!" Sirius taunted. So it was a complete surprise when the purple glow of a Crucio enveloped him. Sirius, however, just like Harry and for much longer had suffered the kindnesses of the guards of Azkaban. Though his whole body was on fire, he again threw the cutting curse.

Lucius saw it coming, attempted to dodge, but he got tangled in his cloak. The spell struck him right in the belly and a red stain immediately spread across his white shirt. He looked down in shock and fell to his knees, wand clattering away on the stone floor.

The glass barriers began dropping. Everyone knew the duel was over, even if one combatant wasn't quite dead. Just moments before they'd cheered as Sirius was suffering the torture curse. Now as Lucius fell face first into a pool of his own blood, the Wizengamot chanted "Black! Black! Black! Black!"

"You have any idea how bloody scary that was?" Harry angrily confronted his Godfather, punching him in the chest. Then an instant later, embraced him and shamelessly wept.

Dying, but not dead, Lucius had crawled to within reach of his wand. He clutched it and aimed. And gasped in new agony when a hard heel stomped on his wrist.

"Too bad, Daddy." sneered Draco as he retrieved the wand from his Father's grip.

Lucius coughed blood, which ran down his cheeks, and accused "Pandering to Potter?"

"Siding with the winners." countered Draco, coolly unmoved by his Father's imminent death "You let that bastard into our home. Butcher Mother!"

Lucius motioned him down and gurgled "Guess you … worthy… of the …. Name. You will … haveto … reclaim …."

"That will not be your concern." Draco was impassive as the light of life went out in the man's eyes. Then, and only then, did he acknowledge the tears.

A hand on his shoulder, and a voice "Sorry."

"I'm not, Potter." He spat "He was a bastard. He disowned me. Might as well have murdered Mother himself!"

Harry nodded "And he gave Ginny that diary. And nearly Avada'd me that last day of the year. Still … for what it's worth… I'm sorry."

"Pathetic!" Draco snapped. He straightened up, blood staining his otherwise impeccable all black suit. "Members of the Wizengamot, I claim my inheritance!"

Archduke Parkinson stood and sneered at him "You were stripped by your noble father. Little better than a Muggle as far as I am concerned. Especially how you used my daughter."

"Silence!" Chancellor Longbottom gaveled them down "This assemblage is still dealing with other business! Mister Black, disarm!"

Sirius glared at her harshly "The proper form of address is Sire… or My Lord."

"You have not been cleared of charges." She replied coldly "Nor are you currently entitled to any courtesy. Aurors, secure Mister Black, and perhaps you can actually search him this time. The pair of you can expect severe consequences for your incompetence."

Harry got between Sirius and the two Aurors and commanded "HOLD!"

"Earl Potter, I must warn you-" Augusta cautioned.

Dumbledore interrupted her "Augusta I do believe that a hearing of this matter is warranted."

"And with your current double post as Minister and Chief Warlock you can just order the rest of us about!" she fired back. "We have, I think, had enough of that! It is time for you to choose!"

The Archduke, supported by a number of other Death Eaters began a chant "Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote!"

"We shall cast our votes per economic interest." Augusta ruled. Seeing the united opposition to Dumbledore, she suddenly realized she had made an error and wanted nothing more than to take it back. She flashed a look to the wizard occupying the Longbottom seat communicating her sudden worry.

It was, however, Harry who pulled her buns out of the fire. "Dumbledore has made mistakes. True." He said "However, I am more concerned about Voldemort and at least for now… House Potter casts its six votes, and House Dumbledore's ten, for retention."

"House Bones sides with House Potter." Declared Susan, more enthusiastically.

Draco looked as if he'd swallowed a slug "As the only and rightful heir of House Malfoy, I add our ten votes. And as closest claimant to House Black, until you get off your arses and reinstate Duke Sirius I will cast Black's ten in support of … the Minister." He could not quite say Dumbledore.

"The final results are in." the Chancellor announced after a nail-biting hour. "For Removal: 306 For Retention: 526. Let us resume discussion concerning Sirius Black. Earl Potter, while a victim's family can certainly influence the fate of a convicted felon, the actual verdict is a matter of facts in evidence."

"And you were one of the panel that convicted Sirius." Said Harry, sarcasm evident in his voice "I don't suppose you've never made a mistake?"

"That borders on contempt, Potter." Augusta gritted her teeth, also omitting his title.

Dumbledore left his seat, which was separate from the Wizengamot, but a level higher than the Chancellor's "While I abhor violence as a mean of conflict resolution, it is worth noting that Sirius has shown no further hostility. And given that one of his alleged crimes was attempting to kill Harry, it seems improbable that he would stand … armed … posing no threat. Sirius, Harry, there is an unresolved Blood Feud declaration between your Families."

"We are prepared to do so, Minister." Replied Harry. Drawing on his famous, secret, advisor; his talks with Amelia and Sirius' reluctant knowledge, even Draco contributed to this speech. "The Duke Sirius Black has been of great use to me in tracking down the murderers of my second Mother, Amelia."

Bruce MacNaught, who owned most of the coastline southeast of Edinburgh. He leased to the Ministry the very island where that most infamous of Wizard Prisons stood. And incidentally his Family history had been used by Ginny to cement her temporary claim to House Potter. He was of mid-level wealth like the Potters and Bones. "Your kanly is one thing and might be settled as you choose, Earl Potter. Nevertheless the Wiengamot convicted Black, it is us you must convince if you want to avoid a Kiss."

"Perhaps an eyewitness?" suggested Harry with a smile. He winked at Susan for all to see "Someone very smart, and very beautiful, said - In this very chamber - Just because you see something, doesn't make it so. Especially in the Wizarding World."

Flattered as she was, Susan remained where she was and merely smiled.

Without a word leaving the Wizengamot Chamber, Mad-Eye Moody Madam Pomfrey and a short, fat, generally unpleasant appearing wizard entered. He wore manacles that were glowing with magic suppressing charms. The newcomers stopped within ten feet of Harry and Sirius. There was muttering among the Members.

Archduke Parkinson demanded harshly "What mockery is this?"

"Madam Pomfrey" said Harry "would you please introduce your charge? And explain the conditions of his incarceration."

Hogwarts' mediwitch bowed to the Wizengamot. She was not a noble. "My Lords and Ladies, I was introduced to Peter Pettigrew by Earl Potter approximately a month ago. He had numerous cuts, burns and bruises. Those were treated per established procedure. For the past month, I have at Earl Potter's request, visited Mr. Pettigrew daily."

"Precisely where, Madam?" asked Parkinson.

To that, Harry answered "In the most secure location in the Wizarding World. Only two people can even enter. Much safer than … Azkaban … for instance. Escapes. Prisoners getting released and so forth."

"And you, Potter, unlawfully held an Order of Merlin, First Class recipient there?" Parkinson accused.

Sirius snarled, but it was Draco who retorted "I believe that award was made posthumously. And, forgive me My Lord, but your form of address to the Earl did not follow protocol."

"Ah-ah!" commanded Dumbledore as the offended nobleman surged from his seat "Duke Malfoy makes a valid point. We must maintain decorum if we are to remain a civilized institution."

Harry snorted lightly "When we're not cheering for blood, that is. Madam Pomfrey please resume your statement."

"Except, obviously, for not being allowed to leave. And denied use of a wand, Mr. Pettigrew has been treated very well." The Mediwitch continued "His loss of approximately ten kilos is actually due to a proper diet. Exercise would have done even more. He additionally suffers from depression, however he lacked for nothing other than the freedom to leave a quite comfortable cell." And she stepped away.

Harry spoke again "And as Sirius was charged with the murder of Pettigrew, his presence here…now… disproves that crime."

"It was him that killed those Muggles!" added Sirius.

Draco cut back in "And back to my previous point. Seems you folks were … ahhh… precipitous… in making a posthumous award."

"Bluntly, you fucked up!" again, from Sirius.

Harry felt humor well up, he could not restrain himself "I was gonna say they screwed the pooch."

"That is quite enough, the both of you!" snapped both the Chancellor and the Minister all but simultaneously.

The profane pair looked at each other and chuckled. "Back to business, then." Said Harry, then reciting the rest of his speech "As the Duke Black was instrumental in the slaying, or capture, of Amelia Bones' killers … House Potter is satisfied he himself had no involvement in the crime. By private agreement, House Potter has accepted payment for what the Lord Black feels is his personal responsibility for James and Lily Potter's betrayal and murders. Now we come to the sole reason Peter Pettigrew even still lives. Obviously, if this waste of flesh is still alive, he could not have been murdered fifteen years ago."

"Mercy! Mercy!" Pettigrew whimpered and snorted "The Dark Lord! He made me do it! Harry! You were such a kind little boy! You really don't want to *ulp* kill Uncle Petey!" he stood there, in the middle of a roomful of unsympathetic nobles.

Sirius moved on Peter, but the pair of previously chastened Aurors held him back.

"Don't look at me!" flared Susan "You hateful! Pathetic! Little man!" She rushed past Harry and delivered a nasty kick between his legs. And as her Aunt's killer fell over, the normally quiet redhead raged and screamed, kicked and stomped. Only when she seemed to tire, did Harry grab her shoulders and guide her away.

Pettigrew, who had curled into a protective ball against the assault, scrambled to his feet and cried "Keep her away from me! She's insane!"

"Just let me go." Whispered Sirius to his Aurors "I only need a minute. A thousand Galleons each. No. Five!" But, and much to his frustration, the pair only tightened their grips.

Harry gripped his Godfather's shoulder and turned to the assembled nobles "House Potter proposes the clearing of Sirius Black. Purge his record. Second, the conviction and sentencing of Peter Pettigrew for the crime of betraying Lily and James Potter to Voldemort - Oh! Come on people! It's just a stupid anagram! - Back to that later. The murders of thirteen Muggles, also in 1981. My Lady?"

"My thanks, Earl Potter." Said Susan with a warmth that ended instantly "No less than House Potter… House Bones has been wronged by this - this waste of flesh. I have never said this before, about anyone. I want Peter Pettigrew dead."

Dumbledore rose from his almost throne and addressed her "Miss Bones, it is alarming to hear a Huf-"

"What is my proper title, Judge?" she cut him off coldly, and using the same form of address she'd seen Harry use when he was most disgusted with the aged Minister.

The members of the Wizengamot knew it, too. While the young pair had pulled a majority together to keep Dumbledore in office, the more savvy members knew it was a matter of convenience. There was no love between them. The only surprise was for Susan to voice the sentiment.

"I do find it…odd…Minister, Lady Chancellor" said Lord Parkinson "Remember another case, quite recent in fact, wherein our young Countess argued powerfully against any significant punishment when one of her own committed a most serious crime."

Susan whimpered, disturbed by the callous reminder of Justin's betrayal. Harry laid a comforting hand on her arm "Archduke Parkinson, there is a difference in degree between the intent to use a mind control potion and a savage murder." He said in a calculating tone "Susan was merely satisfied with the punishment he did receive. I heard it was a couple months before he recovered using Muggle means."

"And it is just a remarkable coincidence, Earl Potter, that Mr. Finch-Fletchley was most effectively neutralized the same day you … erm … departed from Hogwarts." The Archduke commented. It wasn't quite an accusation.

Susan cut back into the discussion "We all know, my friend Hannah Abbott. She went a bit overboard. She admitted to seeing Justin sneak in to slip me that potion. Earl Potter spoke truthfully, Justin was in considerable pain for quite some time. Added to that expulsion from Hogwarts and exile from Wizarding Society, I am satisfied that justice was done. Pettigrew participated in a cold-blooded, brutal, and well planned assassination. Tell me, Lord Parkinson, what punishment would you demand if… Merlin forbid… Pansy suffered the same fate."

"I will not debate hypotheticals. And certainly not in public." The offended noble said tightly "A strictly fact based analysis of the evidence shows that, at best, the case against MISTER Pettigrew is circumstantial. And part of the evidence is based on a werewolf's testimony. Hardly the most reliable of witnesses."

Sirius bristled on behalf of his friend "Remus Lupin has more honor in his little finger-"

"Yes, Black, we have all seen the love and affection your Godson shows for him." Sneered Parkinson. No doubt the forthcoming insult would have been scathing. But the Archduke was a knowledgeable duelist. He knew Lucius Malfoy was better than himself. And unlike some others, did not see a great duel, but an execution. Sirius had just warmed up and was no longer even breathing hard. So the counter, with a straight fact, could not be called out. "I call the vote! And House Parkinson casts its eight against any restoration of Sirius Black."

Augusta Longbottom gaveled the assemblage into silence "House Parkinson is censured for improper procedure. This vote is one of criminal charges, therefore Houses will vote in jury format."

"One vote per, Harry." Whispered Susan "I don't think the whole Wizengamot has been … well except for your trial … over a thousand years."

He understood. Above Dumbledore's head, the score had run up quickly as the hardliners voted. And so far it was 24 – 10 against Sirius. They needed something dramatic or his Godfather would probably die. Lightning fast, his wand came out and two flashes, the Aurors guarding Sirius fell. Harry rushed forward and dug the tip into Sirius' belly. "You all believe this man betrayed my parents?!" he shouted over the protests.

"Kill him!" shouted several voices.

Harry smirked, flipped the wand around, grabbed Sirius' hand and in a smooth motion it was now pressed into the soft, exposed flesh of his own throat. Susan instinctively squeaked out "Harry!" But otherwise, the Hall was utterly still.

"Yes. Yes." Archduke Parkinson gestured dismissively "We are all very impressed by your dramatics."

The fact was, despite the scornful remark, Harry's act DID impress. Dumbledore took the lead saying "Supported by all the evidence, and by Harry's unorthodox display of trust. It is the opinion of the Ministry that Sirius Black is innocent of the crimes attributed to him." And that changed the character of the voting process. Twenty minutes later, every Ancient and Noble Family wishing to cast a vote had done so.

"Yes!" hissed Harry, under his breath at the current score.

Susan's grip on his arm tightened "Not over til the gavel gavels."

Ritually, Chancellor Longbottom asked "Any remaining votes? My Lords? Ladies?" *bang*bang*bang* "Very well Bill W97-67 By a vote of 61 to 21 Sirius Black is cleared of all charges related to the deaths of Lily and James Potter and thirteen Muggles in the first week of November 1981. Concurrent with your release, the Wizengamot reconfirms you in all your previous titles and voting privileges."

"YIP! YIP! YIPYEE!" yelled Harry. He bounced up an down on the Wizengamot floor aided by a bit of accidental magic, sometimes ten feet high.

Sirius chuckled "Apparently he is quite excited." He did not feel particularly grateful, It was expected, he bowed quite low "Witches and Wizards of the Wizengamot, I am truly relieved and happy. Thank you. A special thank you to Minister Dumbledore and Chancellor Longbottom for presiding over this decidedly irregular session. My sincere gratitude to those who voted to clear me. The rest of you - well… Go give a dragon a dental cleaning… From the inside."

"Good to see your irrepressible spirit still shines through, Sirius." Dumbledore offered with a smile, before any negative reactions could appear.

Sirius glanced up at him and shrugged, continued his speech "Two people left to thank. Well three actually. First Susan Amelia Bones." He approached her and knelt "You, My Lady, believed in and more importantly proved my Godson's innocence. Forever shall I be indebted."

"I require no service, My Lord Black." Said Susan, formally "My actions were my own. Undertaken with no expectation of payment. And rewarded a hundred-fold already, in other ways."

Sirius could not publicly mention having any contact with the Director of Magical Law Enforcement while on the run. It would tarnish her forever. "Then, permit me to say … your Aunt was a noble and courageous woman." He said "Amelia's service and assistance to Harry, when I could not, is deeply appreciated."

"Thank you." Said Susan. She knew what she was going to say, but her voice broke. She accepted Harry's embrace as he rushed forward.

Nor did he stop there. Harry scooped her off her feet and headed for the door. At the exit, he paused and turned "For the duration of this session, our proxies are assigned to House Black." He said.

"Two of the finest young people in this country." Offered Sirius as he sat in the spot reserved for Earl Potter. Harry, knowingly or not, had neatly allowed him to avoid a conflict of interest in Pettigrew's trial. Indicating Draco, he said "Young Master Malfoy will likewise exercise the votes of House Black and House Malfoy until certain matters are negotiated between our Families. The Bones and Potter Families now move that we proceed with the trial of Peter Pettigrew."

Suddenly the center of attention, the rat-faced man twisted out of his guards' grips. He scrambled toward Sirius and pleaded "My old friend! After all we've been through together. I just wanna live! I'll do whatever you say!"

"If you will allow me to speak for the defense" offered Dumbledore "Peter certainly made some bad choices in his life. But the quality of a truly civilized society is not punishing our troubled members. Emphasis should be put on forgiveness, rehabilitation. I sincerely believe that with the right help, Peter can be a fully functioning and contributing member of our society."

Harry, Sirius reflected, would have been able to deliver a deliciously vile and insulting speech. Youth could be forgiven much and especially wronged youth, but he had just graciously thanked the Minister of Magic. So he spoke coolly "Minister, Chancellor, fellow Nobles … you have all heard Earl Potter speak to the circumstances of my conviction. I would remind you of the fate I would have suffered, unjustly you have acknowledged, had Aurors caught me … Or for that matter a roaming Dementor happened upon me … Prior, that is, to your ruling."

"And one might think, Sirius" argued the Minister "Given your own unjust situation, you would be willing to be merciful."

Archduke Parkinson cut in "Your pardon. But, Chancellor … are we not placing the cart before the horse, here? Our peers are discussing a sentence. I must point out, there has not even been a verdict."

"Or a trial." Madam Longbottom acknowledged "We obviously have a willing prosecutor and a willing defender. Is there any objection to proceeding?" When none was heard, she continued "Very well, this session will now include the trial of Peter Pettigrew."

Sirius gave his former best friend an expression that would have done the Dark Lord proud "There is always option of trial by duel." He offered "What about it, Peter? Want to plaaayyy?"

"Intimidation of my client is hardly worthy of the fine history of House Black." Argued Parkinson.

Assuming a quivering, shuddering pose the defendant whined "B-but I-i-i-I d-d-didn't WANT TO! You-Know-Who! He maaaadeeee meeee!"

"Are you acquainted with the notion of keeping your mouth shut?" the defender complained.

Someone who rarely spoke during Wizengamot sessions did so now "Come come Scabbers." He sneered "A wizard does not always get to pick his field of battle. Or his opponent. Surely you don't fear me. Hen-pecked husband, you've seen it -years of it. Dead end job chasing cursed Muggle artifacts."

"Arthur!" exclaimed Dumbledore "You, of all people, cannot possibly believe … violence … vengeance … solves anything."

Had the finger that lashed out been a wand, the Minister would likely have died "You're a fool, Albus!" the normally mildest of men roared. Rage turned to deadly calm "Mercy is but one tool of human interaction. There comes a point where it is not deserved. This … person … I mean no disrespect to the Potters, Blacks or Bones. But the Weasley Family's well known hospitality has been abused beyond all measure. If, after a trial, this body does not order his execution… then - Here and now, for all to hear, the stain on my honor will not be cleansed while Peter Pettigrew breathes."

The chamber echoed with silence. Use of Dumbledore's first name was almost as rare as that of Voldemort's. Even by those who hated the ancient wizard. And Arthur Weasley's reputation was just as he'd described when addressing Peter. More; less polite people referred to him as Dumbledore's lapdog. There probably was not a single eye that wasn't glazed over with the possibility of more bloodshed.