"I was wondering about the clearance for Sirius Black' Trail?" James responded.
A pause.
"James Potter,"
"How's he so calm, Dad?" Harry asked Sirius.
"He has... well.. your father chooses to behave sometimes, Harry,"
"Yes. No. That's a rumour. Yeah, yes. That. Thanks, it means a lot. How- Can't say, 'm afraid,"
"He is glad at that particular secrecy, ain't he?" Remus remarked from his seat.
"Well... You see— Can I," James took a breath. "Please, please. I am borrowing, shall we say, from the Muggle Prime Minster— or who was the Prime Minister. Y'know, the one that was," The other side spoke. "The very same. Mysterious murders. One would think we wouldn't hide the truth. It works in our— my— favour," James was smirking now. "Oh, Tuesday next week? The time is.. 7:30, Courtroom 2Bi on the first floor of The Department of Mysteries. I'll have this till then if any changes appear in the schedule. Feel free to— shut it, Brudoz, or it'll be you next— I was saying? Feel free to call. Wonderful, wonderful!"
James put the phone down, satisfied.
"My, the poor woman!" Molly exclaimed, breaking the silence.
"Merlin, Molly!" James said. "No harm done,"
Sirius broke out in laughter. "Mate! Love, you, you told the woman you killed the Muggle Prime Minister and had kidnapped someone,"
James smirked. "Can't, and won't, convict me,"
"'Sides, Voldemort, Voldemort's son, what's the big difference?"
