"Georgia? Really?"

"There's an old Black property in Savannah, the last owners died a few years ago and they happened to be the last Blacks in America. After their deaths, the house was passed back to the family." Karah said as she pushed two manilla folders over the desk. "These are citizenship papers. Fortunately for the two of you, the magical system does things a bit differently than the nomaj one. Sirius has been granted full asylum now that he's been declared innocent."

"Wait, he's already had his trial?" I blinked in surprise as commander Howard nodded.

"He has. The courts took one look at his case and delayed everything else until they got to the bottom of his. They viewed his memories and exonerated him of Lily Potter's murder. One of my lawyer friends said that they couldn't have pinned murder on him anyway, at most he would have been an accomplice if he was guilty of anything. That's what they'll get Pettigrew on, and then some."

"How?" I asked as Karah snorted.

"Sirius gave the Court a memory, they watched the night Pettigrew was made secret keeper since Sirius was a witness. If Peter Pettigrew so much as puts a toe in United States waters, he'll be arrested faster than he can say oops. Then he'll have a trial, unlike Sirius, under our laws for aiding and abetting a Dark Lord."

"You can do that? I thought this was a British matter."

"And it was right up until you gave me that Diary. The ICW's had a law on the books for almost as long as it's been an organization that's leveled a kill on sight order at anyone who they can prove made a Horcrux. But to have made as many as Riddle did?" She shook her head. "Pettigrew is going to have a warrant out for his arrest soon. Soon there's going to be an APB on him, then there are the official extradition requests, and all the things that come with that," she growled, rolling her eyes. "But that's all on the level. Unofficially? You can find Pettigrew before he disappears to Siberia. I know you could probably make him disappear in a completely different way but if you'd be so kind as to drag him back here, I'd appreciate it."

"Oh, I can do that." I grinned ferally. "I just need his address."

"That can be arranged, but I need you to sign these first," she said, tapping the folder on my right. I nodded, taking the folder and proffered pen. I read through the papers… Legalese, legalese, legalese, with your signature this, with your initials that, blah, blah, blah. Sign here, initial here, here, and there, and please sign with your full legal name at the bottom to acknowledge… I signed and pushed the folder back to Howard. "Congratulations, Mr. Noir, how does it feel to be a US citizen?"

"Like I can get a passport now." I snorted, and so did she, sliding just that over the table. I chuckled and took the little blue booklet, flipping through it and noting I actually had a social security number here too. Karah slid that form over next, and I pocketed them both. Great, looks like I was visiting Gringotts ASAP until I could find a home here.

"You can also run for chairman of MACUSA if you so wish when you turn thirty, young man. Or work in our law enforcement department."

"Eh, I think I'll stay out of office and, no offense to you? Having anyone trained by the Weapon X program on your roster is overkill."

"None taken. Now, there are four schools for magic in the US-"

"But I-"

"I'm still going to try to convince you away from Hogwarts, kid, so you might as well listen." She smirked but I just rolled my eyes.

"Alright then, give me your pitch."

"There are Ilvermorny, Salem Witch's Institute-"

"Count me out of that one."

"That's my Alma Mater, Mr. Noir," she said frostily. I gulped, but her facade broke into a wicked grin pretty quickly. "I'm screwing with you, kid. I went to Ilvermorny like almost everyone else. No one but the super traditionalists and post-secondary students go to Salem anymore. Let's see… Oh, there's Thibodeaux's but I don't recommend going there unless you have any interest in vodou."

"There's a legit voodoo school in Louisiana?"

"Of course, why do you think people still talk about it?"

"Not even going to try and answer that."

"Smart. You can find the Winddancer Academy up in the Elkhorn mountains of Oregon. It's our west coast school. Kids born west of the Mississippi tend to go there, while the kids born east of it go to Ilvermorny."

"Got it."

"The last is the only one protected by the Nomaj government since it's pretty exclusive to only the magical kids of office holders; magical or nomaj."

"Huh, makes sense… I never actually thought about elected officials having magical kids."

"It's rare, but it happens. Mostly it's for MACUSA's kids but they have Ilvermorny too. There're some kids from Congressmen there now and I think a few Presidents' kids attended too. It's the Lincoln School of Magic out in Nevada. "

"Huh, cool. So where is it? I know Ilvermorny's on some mountain in Massachusetts and that Winddancer Academy's on another Mountain, but I don't think there are many mountains in Nevada."

"Ilvermorny would be on Mount Greylock, but you're right – Lincoln isn't on a mountain." Karah's smirk grew until it turned into a big-ass smile. "LSM is under Area 51."

"You're shitting me."

"Nope." Karah grinned madly as she leaned back in her seat. I just stared at her dumbly. "What better cover for magic is there than aliens?"

"Huh… Holy shit…" I muttered. "That's awesome but I'm not going to school in the desert."

"Can't say I blame you." Karah shrugged. "Just think about it, alright?"

"I will." I nodded as I took the other folder. "What's in this?"

"Everything we have on Peter Pettigrew." Instantly, I was scanning through the documents within. Home address, known accomplices, family, friends, known haunts, abilities… Everything was here, right down to his Animagus form. "This enough for you?"

"Oh, this is more than enough," I grinned viciously as she smirked. "Nott, Rosier, and Avery, attorneys at law… So these are the guys that hired that piece of shit?"

"They also represented Lucius Malfoy, Charlene Selywn, Walden McNair, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, and Tiberius Nott in their trials. They managed to use the same formula for each and every one of them."

"It was the Imperius, please don't throw these fine purebloods in jail! See! They'll throw all the galleons they can to Saint Mungo's or Hogwarts or the Ministry – probably the Ministry – to prove how great they are!" I rolled my eyes as Karah looked at me questioningly. "It's in the file."

"Ah."

"That and it doesn't surprise me at all that the people who basically control the government didn't toss their best buds in prison."

"On that we quite agree."

"Yeah, for sure. So where will Pettigrew be right now?"

"His home, most likely. It is currently… 19:23 hours in London. If he is not at home now then he will be soon."

"Unless he has a date," I grumbled. "Wouldn't that be my luck?"

"Well, he is married."

"Married?" I blinked in utter confusion. "Who'd marry him?"

"In the eyes of Wizarding Britain, Peter Pettigrew is a man of incredibly high standing. What with all that best friend of James Potter and godfather to their Boy-Who-Lived nonsense."

"Son of a bitch," I sighed, leaning back in the chair. "She's not in the file."

"That was an oversight. Her name is Amelia 'Amy,' Pettigrew nee Ursaleon. She was two years above Sirius and in Hufflepuff house."

"Wait… You don't mean…?"

"It's likely."

"Oh, fuck me…" I growled, pinching the bridge of my nose. "How public will Sirius' trial be? Or how public was it?"

"Reporters from every major paper and network - yes, Harry, don't look so surprised that we have magical TV - were invited and I'm sure that the news will be worldwide by the evening headlines."

"Thank God there's no magic Facebook yet," I smirked as Karah shrugged.

"Again, we agree. Information is already hard to control, but this? We won't be able to hide it. So if you want to catch Pettigrew, you need to go. Now." I nodded.

"Cover your ears, this is going to be loud." She raised an eyebrow and flicked her wand at me.

"Silencing bubble, sound goes in but can't come out."

"Huh… neat." I shrugged, disappearing in a crack of thunder no one heard. When I reappeared, it wasn't in the middle of the city. London was too densely packed for me to just show up in with a crack of thunder; I materialized in an empty field miles away from anything. Instantly, I transformed into my eagle form and climbed. It wasn't as fast as I would have liked to have been, but it served its purpose. No one would pay much attention to an eagle-sized bird flying over London, except maybe a few avid bird watchers and terrified pigeons. And nervous rats…

But what was a rat to a Thunderbird? Or to a Blaze Lion? Pettigrew didn't know it, but he was a wanted man now. The Americans wanted him for murder, Sirius wanted him for betraying him, and me? I wanted the bastard that handed Harry to the Weapon X project on a silver platter. Without Pettigrew, James wouldn't have handed Harry over because Lily would have been alive, Voldemort would have never found them, and they'd have been a big happy family.

Or not.

Without Harry, Voldemort would have kept on with his reign of terror, and the world probably would have burned… But that's just semantics.

In my eyes, Pettigrew was directly responsible for Harry ending up with those monsters… I owed him, no… Harry owed him for six years of torture, six years of the worst of humanity, and one minute of the worst pain anyone could have ever imagined put onto a ten-year-old.

Right now, Pettigrew had Hell to pay.

My wings beat harder, launching me toward Peter's address. It was time.

A few minutes later, I spread my wings to land in a tree outside of a rather large house on the outskirts of Southwark.

'Radin, I need your eyes.'

"Then you shall have them." The blaze lion said as the world transformed into the blue-green of infrared. There were small heat signatures crawling on the ground, but my ears perked up as I heard the pop of apparition and a man call out.

"Amy? Honey? Are you home?" The voice was slightly muffled by the wall, but it was reedy, thin. And it belonged to the man who walked in front of the window. I willed my body to change, taking on Radin's housecat form as I jumped down from the tree. I barely even felt the impact as my feet hit the grass. Thank you, Vibranium…

"In the kitchen, dear." A woman called out as I padded closer to the door, letting Radin drop the heat vision. "How was work?"

"Stressful as normal," the man grunted. "Especially since… Since he broke out."

"James will catch him. I know he will."

"Unless Black isn't on the island." Huh… Maybe he did have a bit of a brain. Damn, it would be easier if this bastard was stupid. I curled up on the stoop, trying to act like any other cat would. Act like I own the place… I've got this.

"Why wouldn't he be? The Goblins said he hasn't been in the bank yet, so he doesn't have any gold and he doesn't have a wand. James saw to that. The continent is on high alert for him too." My ears perked up slightly at that.

"It's been almost ten years and he keeps the pieces on his mantle… With everything going on, are they still coming over tonight?" I stopped breathing as I listened closer.

"Yes. They should be here any minute, dear." I closed my eyes and tried to ease my breathing when I felt myself lose control of my body.

"You were losing focus, boy. When the time comes to act, I will return control to you. You are faster than they are, smarter too. Use that."

'Why do you think we're lying on the stoop?'

"Dinner's at 7:30?"

"Just like always, dear. We're having John's favorite."

"Treacle tart for dinner? You shouldn't have." The woman laughed with the man as Radin readjusted his position slightly and flopped over on his side.

"No, no. Chicken Cass-" I stopped listening as another, louder pop rang in the air.

"I hate side-along!" A squeaky, high-pitched voice squealed in the evening air. It was a boy's, obviously, but still too high to have hit puberty yet.

"I know, son." This time a thinner tenor with a hint of a Welsh accent comforted the boy, and I could have sworn I heard a pat as their footsteps padded toward the house.

"Dad? When did Uncle Pete get a cat?" I wanted to move, to look, to do something but Radin held us steady. Uncaring. Just like a cat.

"I don't know, son. You know he's not one for pets." Despite myself, I couldn't help but laugh at that irony. No, Pettigrew wasn't one for a dog to remind him of the friend he betrayed or a cat to chase him around if he transformed. The next thing I knew, I felt hands go under my arms and scoop me up. Radin wanted to protest but I desperately told him to keep calm. He opened our eyes and we came face to face with… Well… Me. If I was twenty years older, wore glasses, and had hazel eyes. "Well, you're a big one aren't you?" Radin yawned, bored like only a cat could be.

"If it's not Uncle Pete's can we keep it, dad?" The boy, who looked very little like his father with the dark auburn hair that clashed badly with his hazel eyes and high cheekbones. He was a decent mix of Lily and James while I was James through and through, only broken by Lily's eyes.

"I don't think so, kiddo." James sighed, tucking me under his arm as he knocked at the door. I heard footsteps before the deadbolt was thrown and the door was flung open.

"James!" The woman who answered the door smiled before she looked down at me. Instantly her eyebrows were in her hairline. "Well well, where'd you find this handsome fellow?" She cooed, reaching down and rubbing my head gently. To my eternal horror, I felt Radin start to purr as he closed his eyes.

'You bloody cat! Get a grip and open our damn eyes!' My eyes snapped open, but James was already handing me off to the matronly woman.

"So I take it he's not yours, then? We just found him lying on the stoop, I just assumed Peter finally caved."

"No, he still hasn't agreed." She sighed, still running her fingers through my coat, much to my discomfort but Radin was loving every second of this. Damn it. All cats really were the same. "But maybe this boy showing up on our doorstep will convince him." Great. A cat lady.

"I thought Uncle Pete didn't want cats, Aunt Amy?"

"John, it's so good to see you too." John blushed as Amy patted his cheek, ignoring the question with masterful ease. "Come in, come in, Peter's waiting at the table. I finished dinner a bit early so it's ready for us."

"Yes!" John cried as he darted past his father and honorific aunt. "Uncle Peter!"

"Kiddo!" Pettigrew said as I heard a dull thump. With Amy still carrying me, we quickly found ourselves in the dining room where John and Pettigrew were hugging tightly. "James!" The rat said as he extracted himself from the redhead to greet James. "Ah, how long's it been? The equinox?"

"About that long, Peter. It's been forever. I hate that we have to meet because of all of this." James sighed as he pulled back from Peter. "But it's good to see you. I thought Black would have come after you first."

"And I thought he'd come after you."

"I used to be an Auror, I can take care of myself, Pete. You're just a solicitor." James said, shaking his head. Yeah, a lawyer and a Death Eater. Defense Lawyers, Death Eaters… Not too much of a distinction there, was there?

"Hah! I've a few nasty tricks too, James. Who was it that made the itching bomb of Slytherin?"

"Remus, if I remember right." James laughed, clapping Peter's shoulder. "I think your wife has something to ask you." Peter's eyebrow shot up as he finally looked at Amy and then his eyes snapped down to me.

"Where on Earth did you find that- that beast!?" He cried, looking down at me as Radin stared at the rat blankly - but I could feel our tail twitching.

"He was lying on the stoop when we got here." James shrugged, smirking as he looked at me too.

"Get rid of him!" Peter demanded, looking down at me nervously.

"Honestly, Peter? He's just a cat, it's not like he can really hurt you." Amy said waspishly. Oh, if only she knew…

"But… But a cat broke Sirius out!"

"Right, because a cat made its way into the middle of the North Sea, found the island, and scaled twenty floors, somehow flew away, and got into Azkaban in a ball of fire." James rolled his eyes. "If it makes you feel better, we'll scan it." James drew his wand and flicked it at me. I don't know what was supposed to happen, but a light blue glow washed over me, surprising everyone in the room. "Okay, so it's magical but not an animagus. Maybe it's part-kneazle?"

"Look at it's tail, it's probably a full blooded kneazle." Amy said superiorly. If I could have chuckled, I would have. Oh, how wrong they were. "Even if we got rid of it, it would just keep coming back, Peter. Face it, he's ours now."

"Damn it." Peter swore, glaring at me as Amy put me down. Radin stretched and looked up, leaping onto the window separating the kitchen from the dining room. He laid down, hanging his legs and tail from the wall as we watched the four watch me curiously.

"Well, it seems smart enough." James shrugged as he sat down. I sighed. It was going to be a long dinner party.

And I was right. James and John stayed for nearly two bloody hours, discussing what would happen if Sirius came for them, the weather, if John was excited to be going to Hogwarts (he was, and he was ready to be a chaser for Gryffindor more than anything), and how work was. Throughout dinner, I learned that Amy was a housewife, James was a consultant for the Aurors and Hitwizards so that he could spend time with John, no he wasn't sure what he was going to do when John went to Hogwarts, and listened to the cases Peter could talk about. Radin had closed his eyes sometime back, but we were both awake, listening for anything we could use. And we finally got something.

"Harry? You think he's alive? James, he's been missing for years from what the Dursleys said."

"Maybe, but think about it. Black broke out and he hasn't come after us yet. There's only one reason why."

"You think he's going to try and find Harry?"

"It's likely."

"James, we tried for years. We even went to Canada when the signal said he was there. What's the blood tracker saying now?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"It… It exploded on the full moon, Peter. I think the magic in it finally gave out."

"Damn." Peter sighed, running a hand down his face. "I'm not going back to Canada with you, even at this time of year. There's nothing there, James."

"You're right, there's a crater." I wanted to snap my eyes open, but Radin only opened them lazily as Peter gaped at James.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I heard you right? There's a what?"

"A crater, right in the spot where we went last year. I don't know what happened but something melted everything from the bedrock to the top soil and blasted it out. I went the day after I found the tracker blown to pieces."

"You think there's a connection?"

"Maybe… I don't know. We'll have to rely on Hogwarts now."

"What if Black's already found him?"

"Then when the letters are sent out, we follow the address and go straight to them both." Peter nodded. Note to self, find a place in Edinburgh or Aberdeen to hunker down in for the next month.

"Good… We can get our boy back and that bastard." Peter snarled.

"Language, Peter!" Amy snapped, looking at John pointedly. Peter blushed but nodded.

"Right, sorry kiddo." John just stared blankly at him as he worked his jaw.

"Why did Harry even have to go away in the first place?" Instantly everyone's attention was on him – including mine. James hesitated for a beat before he nodded.

"You're old enough to know now, John. You deserve to know. Harry's magic was… Wild after we were betrayed. John, you have to understand that I… I wanted him to stay with us but Dumbledore…" James sighed, shaking his head regretfully. "He estimated it would take five years for Harry's magic to stabilize. Until that happened he couldn't be around magic." I wanted to blink. I really did. So James actually had a good reason for sending Harry to the Dursleys? "I begged Dumbledore to let us keep him in a muggle neighborhood but he and his healer friends who examined Harry said even apparating near your brother could turn him into a squib. We had to stay away if we wanted him to be a wizard too. Your mum's sister and her family are muggles, I thought they'd take care of him but Vernon…" James growled, clenching his fists. "He… He gave Harry to someone else. Now we don't know where he is."

"So when you went away on those trips…"

"I was trying to find your brother. But I never could find him, son. I'm sorry…"

"But… But you think Hogwarts can find him?"

"Hogwarts finds muggleborns who don't even know they have magic, son, it'll find Harry."

"Will I be able to meet him before Hogwarts?"

"Yes. I promise you will." James squeezed his son's hand before turning back to Amy and Peter. "Thank you for dinner, it was lovely but now it's past John's bedtime."

"Daaad!" John protested as James stood up. The rest followed suit and walked to the door, but Radin kept me still.

"Goodnight. We should do this again."

"We'll make plans, James. It's been too long." Peter said. "Goodnight. And John? Good luck at Hogwarts, kiddo. You're going to do great!"

"I know! I can't wait to learn magic, and be on a quidditch team, and be in Gryffindor!" The kid was excited, no doubt about that, even with as downcast as the conversation turned him. Amy smiled tightly while Peter chuckled.

"I know you will, sport. Goodnight, James."

"Night, Pete. Night, Amy. I'll be seeing you." There was a soft pop of apparition then I heard the door shut.

"He's worried."

"Wouldn't you be?" Amy asked as the two wandered back into the kitchen, sitting back down at the table as she flicked her wand. The dirty dishes flew back into the kitchen, the faucet turned on, and the kitchen set to cleaning itself as the couple sat at the table. "His son's been missing for years, Sirius… Sirius is out, and we don't know where either of them are… Morganna, I'm worried, Peter."

"I know, darling. Why don't we go watch some telly, yeah? Try and relax some."

"Alright." Amy sighed as she and Peter stood up. Radin jumped down from the place he'd been occupying all night and padded behind the two of them. "You want to watch the telly too, then?" Amy asked as she looked at us following behind them. Radin chuffed as the couple sat down and leaped onto a perch behind Peter as he sat in his chair. "Oh, I think he likes you, Pete." Amy chuckled as she sat down and picked up the remote. She clicked the TV on and surfed through a few channels until something caught her eye. She leaned forward and dialed up the volume.

The reporter, frowning in his dark maroon robes, stared directly into the camera. The channel called itself Salem News Network (SNN for short) but the banner on the bottom of the screen read BREAKING NEWS.

"-joining us, I am Derek Grant, reporting from the studio. We come to you tonight with breaking news: Sirius Black, who surrendered himself to the US-DMLE headquarters in New York this afternoon, has been tried and fully exonerated of the charge of murder in the first degree in the case of one Lily Evans-Potter."

"WHAT!?" Peter barked as he leaned forward in his seat. Amy and his eyes were both glued to the screen as I felt myself regain control of my body.

"Prosecutors in New York and the American Magical Tribunal took Mr. Black's memories and questioned the accused with veritaserum. Some countries have banned the use of Veritaserum, but the ICW considers what is said under the potion to be the absolute truth. Lord Black, under the potion, said that he was not the secret keeper for the Potters that Halloween night in 2001 but rather Peter Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper. Lord Black was also not found to have the Dark Mark that all of the Dark Lord Voldemort's followers, known as Death Eaters, were known to have worn.

"Mr. Pettigrew is wanted by the American Tribunal, MaCUSA, and the ICW itself for questioning. The British Ministry for Magic has refused to make a statement in regards to Mr. Pettigrew. Their position is that their Minister, Cornelius Fudge, is adamant that the new Lord Black could not have been found innocent. The British Government refuses to turn over Mr. Pettigrew for questioning and will not look into the matter further.

"As long as Mr. Pettigrew remains in the UK, the ICW will not be able to take him into custody. The British, who acknowledge the Statute of Secrecy, enforce it themselves and send a single representative, who they call a Grand Mugwump, to the convention as a diplomatic gesture. At this time, Britain is not a member state of the ICW. If you have any information that could lead to the capture of…" Mr. Grant was cut off abruptly as Amelia turned off the TV.

"Peter… What… What was that? What are we going to do?"

"I… I don't know. It's a lie! It has to be. But I don't know how Black convinced them-" I didn't give Peter a chance to finish as I pounced on his head mid-rant. Sol thundered us out before Peter could scream, but I felt almost bad for deafening Amy… Even if it wasn't permanent. The poor woman didn't deserve that.

We reappeared in Karah's office, and I leaped off Pettigrew's head and landed nimbly on Karah's desk, turning around almost as soon as my paws hit the table. Pettigrew looked at me and then up at Karah in shock and confusion.

"What- What is this? What is the meaning of this?" He demanded as I transformed back into my human form. He stared at me in horror as I smiled toothily at the traitor. "Ha… Harry?"

"Yep. Hey there, Uncle Pete." The man shivered as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the desk. "Good to see you recognize the kid you sent to Hell."

"W-what!? I don't know what you're talking about, Harry! Let's go home, okay? We can talk there, you'll see! Oh, and James will be so happy to see you! And John-"

"Say one word about him and the Americans won't be able to question you," I snarled. The man snapped his jaw shut instantly. "Good. No, Peter, I know you betrayed us. You're the reason my magic was destabilized. I know why it happened but it's good to know James didn't throw me away without reason. But there's just one problem, Vernon didn't keep me long enough for James to come back for me."

"Harry… I… I don't know what you've gone through but we can get through it…"

"Oh no, traitor. We aren't getting through anything." I smiled again as I gestured to Karah. "I'd like you to meet Commander Karah Howard of the United States DMLE." Peter's ashen face went alabaster white as he stared at the woman in horror.

"No…"

"Yes, Mr. Pettigrew. You are under arrest for the felony murder of Lily Potter, as an accomplice to the attempted murder of Harry Potter, John Potter, and James Potter, the suspicion of Terrorism, and acting as an accomplice to lich. Should you confess to any other crimes while not under the influence of Veritaserum, you will not be charged with them before the Tribunal. When your interrogation begins, should you confess to any other crimes under Veritaserum, they will be added to the list of charges brought before the Tribunal. Do you understand?"

"Terrorism!? A lich!? No… No, you can't do this! The Dark Lord was British! This is a British matter!"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Pettigrew, this stopped being a solely British matter the moment we learned your Dark Lord had created a Horcrux." Pettigrew's eyes widened as he collapsed to his knees. "I see you understand the implications and the lich charge. The tribunal has been authorized by the ICW to judge you. As a nation that recognizes the ICW, even if they are not a member state, Great Britain does not have sole authority in this matter."

"No… No! You can't do this to me! Harry! Harry, help me!"

"If it wasn't for me, Pettigrew, you wouldn't be in this mess." I grinned as the man gaped.

"It was you…" He whispered, pale as a corpse with horror etched on his face. "Merlin… You broke him out."

"The Lord Black was held without a charge against him and denied trial for nine years. Oh, and escaping Azkaban is not illegal, Mr. Lawyer man." Pettigrew remained silent. My smile only grew, stretching my cheeks over my cheekbones as I glared at the rat. "And you knew all of that." He looked between the two of us and then dove for the door. His body rippled, but he didn't transform. He cried out, hitting the ground with a solid thud while his body spasmed violently.

"Stupefy," Karah barked, sending a crimson bolt slamming into Pettigrew's back. His twitching didn't stop, but he was mostly limp now. Karah marched to the door, casting a Silencio on the downed man as she went, and opened it. Three grim-faced, red-robed Aurors trooped into the room behind a grey-cloaked man. The man in grey waved a hand over Pettigrew, and the air shimmered slightly as it passed.

"It is done." He said, nodding to Karah before walking out of the room like he was never even there. The Aurors shackled Pettigrew's wrists and legs, pulling him to his feet and ennerverated him. Pettigrew's eyes bulged as he tried to talk, but no sound came out. His body rippled once again, but he didn't fall this time – just looked more panicked than ever. Then he got stupid. He went for his pocket, drew his wand, and shoved it under his chin. His lips moved as he desperately tried to shout the one curse that he knew would end his life.

But nothing happened.

One of the Aurors snatched Pettigrew's wand from his hand with a vicious smirk as the other two frog marched him down the hall. "Peter Pettigrew," the man with Pettigrew's wand said, "you have the right to remain silent." I smirked, and so did his compatriots. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one then one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?" Peter glared at the man, but the Auror repeated himself until Pettigrew nodded slowly. "With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?" Peter shook his head defiantly as he was marched down the hallway.

"We got him, kid," Karah said, putting her hand on my shoulder. I nodded grimly.

"We have him but he we don't," I sighed, shaking my head. "He still has to stand trial."

"I think we have a pretty compelling case against him, and Veritaserum is a hell of a thing."

"Heh," I chuckled, shaking my head as my lips pulled up. "That it is. But now I get to act like I didn't have anything to do this at all."

"Maybe, but your godfather's free, you're both American citizens. You could live the rest of your lives right here if you wanted."

"Ilvermorny calls, right?" I smiled weakly as Karah chuckled. "Sorry, but I'll probably go to Xavier's if I stayed here."

"Xavier's? The School for Gifted Youngsters?"

"Yeah, that one. I met the professor before I came back here, actually. He's a good man."

"Charles Xavier is frighteningly intelligent but he isn't a wizard."

"No but he knows."

"Did you tell him?"

"I told him I was Harry Noir and I slipped James' name somewhere along the conversation. He told me I was Harry Potter. He might not be a wizard but he knows about our world."

"You're just making one headache for me after another, kid." Karah sighed as she shook her head. "What will you do now?"

"I'm going to Scotland. James is waiting for the school letters to get a bead on me so I'm going to sit at a pub and wait. That man needs all the happiness he can get right now."

"You sound almost sympathetic to him."

"I know why he gave me to the Dursleys now. My magic was unstable."

"That's almost impossible, Harry. There've only been three known cases in history."

"And how many people had a fake horcrux shoved in their foreheads?"

"I… Good point, kid. You going to be okay?"

"I will be." I nodded. "Now, if you'll excuse me? I think it's time I got going… Tell Sirius I'll be in touch, would you?"

"I will."

"Thank you. And Karah?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. For everything."

"You're welcome, Harry."