Nervously Harry tapped against the desk in his room. Of course, once again his school supplies were locked away under the stairs. At least Hedwig he had been able to keep, pointing out the owl would die down there. Not that it mattered a lot to the Dursleys but Aunt Petunia had said, she didn't want the smell of dead owl in her house. So, yeah he had let Hedwig fly and when she returned this evening, she had a letter with her.

He once again cast his eyes down at the parchment in front of him. It was from Mr Weasley since Harry had asked for information on Sirius's trial. Finally, he got the letter but his stomach clenched while he looked at it.

Hello Harry,

I hope you are doing well. Ronald extends his best wishes, as do Molly and the rest also. We hope you had a good first week at home.

Like hell he had. He had to do all the gardening work of the whole last year and cleaned the gutters while cooking dinner every day.

I have looked into Sirius's trial since you asked. It is on Thursday next week at 12 pm in the third court at the Ministry. Be there about half an hour earlier. Remus will be there too. I have also put in a form for your aunt and uncle to sign. You will need that signed to be able to attend. I'm certain, he will be free and will be happy to see you there, I know you're worried but it will be fine. Ron explained your situation to us.

On another note, we would like to invite you after the trial to spent the summer with us, Sirius too if he wants to. The Quidditch World Championship will be this year here in Britain and we got tickets! It will be two weeks before you go back to school.

I wish you the best of times, and hopefully, we will see each other at the trial.

Arthur Weasley

Harry pulled out the form looking at it. It was rather unspectacular, just a form with the Ministry emblem and a short text, stating his name and what his business in the Ministry was. Underneath was a line showing where his uncle would have to sign. Harry sighed. He would just have to make it quick. He waited for dinner to finish downstairs. After dinner was the best time to ask for anything, Harry had learned that well over the years. They would call for him to clean up and have the leftovers. While he did that he would be able to slip it in between. The less his Uncle thought about it the better.

"Boy!" The yell came from downstairs right on time. Harry jumped up the nervous energy forcing him to act. He pushed the letter in his back pocket and quickly made his way downstairs, trying his best not to be loud. He made his way into the kitchen. Vernon was sitting at the dinner table reading something, while his Aunt was just pulling at some flower. The flowers inside of the house were the only thing he didn't have to do since his aunt was certain he would just ruin them. Dudley was nowhere to be seen, most likely somewhere with his gang.

There was a plate at the kitchen table, with some food on it. Harry sat down, not saying anything that would make them notice him and ate as fast and silent as he could. Years of food that was taken away from him had taught him not to eat slowly or be picky. While Hogwarts made him aware of all the wonderful food that there was, he did his best not to scrunch his nose at the leftovers. Sometimes he thought these were deliberately made to disgust him but that would have been more work, also he cooked it himself so there is that. So he wolfed down the food with no complaint and stood up. Taking a deep breath he pulled out the envelope.

"Uncle Vernon?"

The man still looking at his papers gave away a grumbling noise, making it clear that he was in fact listening.

"I have this form you have to sign for me." The little eyes of Harry's uncle slowly rose from the papers, squinting at him.

"Is this about that stupid village again?" Harry quickly shook his head planting the form on the table, a pen right next to it.

"No, it is about a Ministry affair I would like to attend."

Vernon Dursley blinked once, pulling the letter a little closer. He made a rumbling noise again while he read it.

"A trial? Why would you attend a trial?"

Harry took a deep breath closing his eyes. Please let this work, please.

"It's for the man who was responsible for my parents' death." He heard his Aunt stopping working at the flowers, turning. Vernon Dursley rose his gaze once more to Harry, then grunted.

"You crazy people take twelve years for that? Lazy people, if you ask me." He looked over to Harry's aunt and while Harry didn't look at her, his Uncle picked up the pen, clicking it. He put down the form, about to sign it, when he rose his gaze again.

"What's the other paper you have there?"

Harry looked down, quickly pushing the letter back in the envelope.

"Oh, that is nothing just a letter."

"Show it to me. It's the same paper. I think you are hiding something."

Harry took a step back, waving his hands.

"No, no I-"

"Boy!" Uncle Vernon rose to his feet, thread in his voice. Harry sighed handing over the letter.

Uncle Vernon mumbled while he read it, his face turning to a grin. He picked up the form, ripping it in half.

"You will not go to that trial of that friend of yours. Lying about your parent's death? Why would you hope their murderer will be set free? Who is this Sirius?"

Harry again sighed.

"He is my godfather. It is a long story, he was convicted for the betrayal of Mom and Dad and also for the murder of fourteen people. There is new evidence and they are opening the case. I would like to attend."

Vernon pointed at Harry, an evil smile on his face.

"You will do no such thing. You will stay here, there are chores to do for you, to work for the years you lived here. Also, you can forget that stupid Quiddish Tournament. No, clean the dishes and go to your room."

Harry wanted to argue so much, but by the way his Uncle smiled, he knew it was pointless. He nodded sadly, turning to the dirty dishes.

He had a letter to write.