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Chapter 12. Missing and found.

5th of April of 1986.

Ministry of Magic. Magical Archives Library.

London, UK

8 AM.

Delores was deliriously happy. She congratulated herself for taking that menial boring desk job that was the magical register. She had made a proper claim for the fortunes of lost heirs of magical families, and their property, due to a dark and unknown law still in place, and now, she was about to claim the Dagworth-Granger fortune. Delores did not care if there was a magical registered mudblood with the last name Granger on the old log, her fault for not knowing, for Delores it was just another gain.

Miss Umbridge stepped into Gringotts and handed the last of the paperwork, just like she had done many times before. Sadly, that was the last time she would be seen alive. What Delores didn't know is that she was wanted in Gringotts for theft. No one questioned Goblin Justice, so when the heiress of the Dagworth-Granger fortune, turned up days before, and unveiled the plot against her rightful heritage by the badly transfigured frog in the shape of a woman. Nothing could be denied since the forms for her inheritance to be claimed by the ministry were in place.

Ragnok, leader of the Goblin Nation, got involved and the names of all the past heirs got to be retrieved in the trial. Death was quick but not painless for the vile thief, however, the details were left to the executioner and his dragon-feeding techniques. To the world, Delores passed away and that was that.

Meanwhile.

Amelia Bones was having trouble believing so much hurt could pile on to one small little boy, but there she was in her home, The Ossuary, stepping away from the Pensieve and trying to make heads and tails of this recent sad story that had landed on her lap. She received two more letters, this time from Harry J. Potter, and Arabella Figg.

Currently, she was angry at the Dursley family's aftermath. Harry J. Potter was missing, and the mail was handled by Tippy, again she had no leads. In his letter, Harry added he was alright, at the moment he was with his best friend and her family. They were on a road trip to visit his best friend's nanna's home. He had a doctor's blessing for the trip and he received his shots. He was healthy, eating and resting. He was more happy than he ever remembered being, and as soon as he was back in London, he would ask for a meeting with her. He wanted to know if he had family other than the horrible Dursleys.

That question was in the air, did Harry have other family members? Or the late Potters, a friend that was not currently wanted? She turned to the Hogwarts Yearbook of the class of 1977 and noticed a fourth figure. Remus J. Lupin. She wrote a letter and sent an invitation for tea to Remus Lupin. She needed to figure out a way to help this boy.

Amelia quietly considered the alternatives. So far, these males, little Harry Potter, and Black were the cause of so many headaches, but she needed to go to Gringotts and check on their latest undercover patient.

Amelia knew as soon as she got a hold of Snuffles, she couldn't deliver him to the DMLE. She hated taking such an action. But she realized Sirius Black was vulnerable, and she needed to hear his version of the story and figure out the conspiracy of his capture and incarceration.

Amelia Bones had worked on rare occasions with Scotland Yard when the muggles got attacked by magical creatures and prejudiced wizards. She had learned that the mundane government had protection programs in place for key individuals who were involved in scenarios that could topple governments or a mafia cell. These individuals usually had solid proof against higher-level interests. Amelia knew she was just following a gut feeling, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized she needed to be methodical. Well, she made up her mind and took the dog and pioneered the first protection program for this dogman in magical Britain.

After tea with the Grangers and before disappearing into the night with the dog, she spoke to him. "I know you are Sirius Black. Right now it's not a great time to have a conversation. I need to take you to a safe place. But not my house, and not the ministry, it will have to be neutral ground, the only place I can think of is Gringotts, do you agree?"

The dog tilted his head, and unlike a dog; he nodded. To the crowd in Diagon Alley it was quite strange to see a gorgeous muggle-born witch walking her dog and going into Gringotts in the early evening of April. What no one realized was that it was the head of the DMLE, and that was not just any dog. But then again, it was closing time in the Alley and people had places to be.

Sirius and Amelia arrived at the Goblin Healing and Medical Center in the depths of the bank. Amelia asked the healers and receptionist to please humor her, she was there to get an appointment and possible hospitalization for a wizard, under her protection. The guards and personnel nodded, and a shift later the whole place was muted in awe of this particular man and his talent.

Amelia noticed that he was not as sick, or insane as the rest of the former inmates in Azkaban. He was quite thin, he was clean, and he was wearing that stupid bow still. Of course, Sirius Black was sorted into Gryffindor, way back. She stepped closer and undid the bow, as she looked into his stormy gray eyes. His magic was beckoning and she blinked, blushed, and took a step back.

Sirius wanted to smile, but he stopped himself. He was no longer a young lad, not after his stay in Azkaban, now he was a broken wizard, and he needed some dental magic since his mouth lacked the seductive smile he once held. He nodded to Amelia in acknowledgment and waited.

To the Goblins, it was clear that a powerful female in a tan suit just claimed her mate, and the shifting male, had agreed to her claim. The funny thing is that neither the wizard nor witch realized they had just been accepted as a couple, but if the goblins figured it out, the wizard and witch would too.

Amelia asked for complete physical, and restorative healing. Core charging, muscle mass, and whatever was necessary to bring him to his day in court in better shape. She asked for all of his tattoos and if he had the black mark. To which Sirius just displayed his lack of a dark mark. The healer in charge told Amelia that the treatment would be costly. That was when Sirius said, "I'll pay for it, my uncle Alphard left me a generous amount when I was a teen. I'm sure my gold has multiplied since; it's been some time since I stepped back into Gringotts," The healer and administrative assistant from the healing center summoned the Administrator for the Black fortune, and soon enough it was clear that the last heir of the Blacks was well able to afford the treatment and so much more.

"Get well, I need to speak to you as soon as you're discharged. I know that you did not get a trial, you were locked up for years with no explanation. At the moment I'm gathering evidence, but you are the key, not just a stupid scapegoat. For what is worth, I'm sorry I didn't come to your aid sooner Black, I will not make the same mistake again," said Amelia.

"Be careful Bones, if you follow this path, my enemies may become yours," said Sirius before being led away into the healer's office.

Amelia nodded, and then realized she was still holding the bow, she smiled to herself, folded the item, and gave a last glance to the retreating figure of a very brave man. She had work to do.

Now, after reading Harry's letter, and looking at the memories shared to her by Arabella Figg of one Harry J. Potter, she wondered, why so much crap seemed to pile so high, on these two males. Well, she was going to set her best people to dig out the reasons why.