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Author's Note: Thank you so much for the reviews. Yes, poor Harry indeed. He definitely shouldn't be feeling guilty right now, but with the way he was raised, you're right. He's been conditioned to feel guilty about everything. Sirius is working hard to break him out of that cycle.

I take one of my other reviewer's points about memory charms. Maybe they're not purely evil, but I think my own honest feelings about them bleeds through into my work. When I first started reading the series, I didn't think much about memory charms - in fact, I thought they were super fascinating. But as I got older, I thought about how I'd truly feel if my mind was violated like that. Having your own mind is one of the most sacred things we have as humans. To have some witch or wizard think they can play with it willy-nilly is beyond offensive to me. I realize that that's why I write about them the way I do. That's honestly one of my very worst fears - having something happen to my mind due to either injury, illness, or old age. That has actually featured in a lot of my nightmares, and from the studies done on people who have had COVID, the whole brain fog aspect terrifies the heck out of me. I had COVID last August - thankfully, it was a mild case since I was fully vaccinated and boosted, but the studies done still cause fear in me.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

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Arthur Weasley entered the atrium of the Ministry of Magic with his family and Hermione, completely unsurprised by how thick the crowd was. It seemed as though every single person in the wizarding world was here to witness Cornelius Fudge's trial, although he knew that wasn't true. It just felt that way as he tried to navigate his family through the hubbub.

He could barely believe the events that had taken place - it seemed surreal to him. He had never liked Fudge, but his dislike had grown to outright loathing when he believed, with no real evidence whatsoever, that Harry Potter had committed such a heinous crime as murder. The fact that his son, Percy, whom he obviously still loved despite the terrible rift between them, also believed it, hurt Arthur all the more. Where had he and Molly gone wrong with Percy? He just didn't understand.

Arthur looked around at all the people attending the trial. He knew that many Order members would be there, but there were so many people that he couldn't see any of them through the throng. Normally, he would go to his office in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts right now, but he had been told that no one would be there, as everyone wanted to attend the trial. Arthur had been very relieved at hearing this, because he was desperate to see what Fudge's fate would be.

He knew that Bill, Ron, Ginny, and even the twins would behave themselves today. Ever since the revelations about Dumbledore, his entire family had walked around in a daze. Ron, especially, had been hit hard by the news, as he had been the one that had blurted out to the Aurors that Harry had gone into hiding. Molly and Arthur had done their best to help ease his guilt - after all, Ron had no idea what those "Healers" had in store for Dumbledore. Anger sizzled within him just at the thought of seeing those two vile beings. Their trial would take place after Fudge's, and if he was able to, he would attend that one as well.

But as well as the anger he felt, confusion filled his mind when he thought about the Headmaster. When he thought about the fact that the man hadn't suspected anything about the fake Moody, when he considered all that Ginny had been through in her first year at Hogwarts and none of the teachers, not even Dumbledore himself, had noticed, when he considered that three first-years had been able to get past the obstacles that led to the Philosopher's Stone ... when he put that all together, he truly didn't know how to feel. He and Molly had joined the Order because they knew it was the right thing to fight You-Know-Who and that right now, the Ministry were burying their heads in the sand, but he had been relieved that he hadn't had to see Dumbledore for a while. And now, after everything that had happened, his confusion was mixed with anger and horror at what had been done to him.

"Dad? Where do we go?" Ginny asked him. She hadn't been in the Ministry for a long time - Arthur had taken her here several times when she was little, to show her around his office. He had done this with all his children, and he almost smiled fondly when he thought of how difficult it had been to prevent the twins from causing their usual level of mayhem.

"Courtroom Ten," Arthur said loudly in order to make his voice heard through the cacophony of sound in the atrium. Was there even going to be room for everyone who wanted to attend? He didn't think he'd ever seen so many people in the Ministry in his entire life.

They were finally able to reach the lifts, but it was a tough thing. When they entered, they were crammed into the space with tons of other people, all talking and speculating on what the trial would be like.

"I don't understand," Arthur heard one woman say. "The Minister has always seemed to be above board. It made all the sense in the world what he was saying. I always thought Harry Potter was too powerful for his own good, you know? To murder a schoolboy and then try and scare everyone by proclaiming You-Know-Who did it. The nerve!"

He watched as Molly swelled up with anger, her lips in a snarl as she was ready to open her mouth and defend Harry. He saw similar looks on the faces of his children and Hermione, especially Ron, who looked like he was ready to run across the lift and scream at the woman who had maligned his best friend. "No," Arthur told them, even though he was resisting the urge to do the same thing. "It's not worth getting in trouble. She'll see before long that she's dead wrong about Harry."

"Bloody, stupid, bollocking sod," Ron muttered under his breath, and neither Molly nor Arthur chastised him for his language; Arthur wanted to say much worse.

When they got out of the lifts at Level Ten, it felt rather eerie despite all the people that got out with them. Arthur could remember with vivid clarity the Death Eater trials that had taken place here fourteen years ago. The wizarding world wanted nothing more than retribution and to see justice done, to lock away the scum that had perpetrated such evil towards their fellow witches, wizards, and Muggles. There had also been celebration and jubilation in the air, as the war was over and You-Know-Who was vanquished. He saw the stricken, heartbroken look on Molly's face and knew she was remembering the same thing. He took her hand and squeezed it in comfort, knowing that they were both terrified of the upcoming war. They were fearful for each other, their family, their friends, and for Harry, a boy they had grown to love as one of their own.

Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Bill, and the twins looked around the hallway in interest. None of them had been in this part of the Ministry before. All the loud chatter had died down into whispers now; there was something about this place that demanded quiet even though they weren't in the courtroom yet.

When they reached Courtroom Ten, the doors of the chamber weren't open yet. So everyone stood around, continuing their speculation in quiet murmurs. Arthur looked around, once again searching for any other familiar faces. Finally, he spotted several: the real Alastor Moody was there, along with Hestia Jones and Dedalus Diggle. Arthur couldn't deny that he had always felt intimidated by the grizzled ex-Auror and Order member. He liked both Dedalus and Hestia, though - he could tell they were a couple just by their mannerisms and the way they looked at one another.

"Mum? Dad?" Ron asked uncertainly, and Arthur could still detect the guilt that suffused his voice. There was hope mixed in with it, too, hope that Arthur knew concerned Harry. "Do you think Harry will be cleared today?"

Arthur looked his son in the eye. "Yes, I do," he said with quiet conviction. "If there's one thing I know about Fudge, it's that he's a coward. I have no doubt that he's going to confess everything."

"He'd better," said Fred, looking far from the boy who joked and laughed all the time. Arthur honestly thought he'd never seen the twins look more serious.

"I hope Fudge spends the rest of his life in Azkaban," George sneered.

It seemed to take an age for the door to open, and Arthur could see the impatience on everyone's faces. A hush fell over the crowd; no one was even whispering anymore. Arthur felt his heart beating wildly in his chest, and he had a feeling of such bizarre disbelief come over him that it almost knocked him off his feet. This ... this was real, wasn't it? Albus Dumbledore had had his mind horrifically violated, Harry Potter was in hiding because he was thought to have murdered someone, You-Know-Who had regained a body, and Fudge was almost definitely going to Azkaban. What kind of universe had Arthur found himself in?

The walls of the room they finally entered were a dark stone, and it looked even more eerie than the hallway. Arthur was once again transported back to fourteen years ago. In the center of the room was a chair with chains attached to it, where Fudge would sit to be tried. Up above, in the judge's balcony, the fifty Wizengamot members would sit. All around the courtroom, benches had been positioned, and Arthur was glad to see that there was just about enough seating for everyone he had seen in the atrium. It was definitely a close thing, though.

"Wow," Hermione breathed, looking around with wide eyes. "Where is everyone?"

"The Wizengamot members will arrive in just a minute, and then several Aurors will be bringing Fudge," Molly replied as she stared around the huge room. "Several others will be here too, including Amelia Bones, who will be questioning Fudge, and whoever is going to defend him."

"Who would want to do that?" asked Fred incredulously.

"Oh, a fair few people would, brother," said George. "Some people are just that insane."

"This is so creepy," Ron murmured as Arthur led his family and Hermione to one of the benches where Moody, Dedalus, and Hestia were sitting.

Arthur nodded in agreement. Creepy was a very good way to describe this room.

They had been sitting there for several minutes when the Wizengamot members arrived. A lot of them wore blank expressions, knowing better than to show their emotions in the courtroom. No matter how they might feel, they knew they had to be completely unbiased when it came to making the decision that would decide Fudge's fate.

"Do you think they'll use Veritaserum on him, Dad?" Bill whispered, curious.

"I honestly don't know, Bill," Arthur replied. "There's been a lot of controversy about whether to use it during criminal trials. These days, they really don't. Veritaserum is a tricky potion - if you really think you're telling the truth even if it's a lie, you can get past its effects. It's also been speculated that certain people can be immune to it, but again, that might be more because they actually believe what they're saying is true. But I honestly suspect Fudge might be so terrified at this point that he might spill everything anyway, and throw others under the bus in order to try and make things better for himself."

George scoffed. "It won't work," he said confidently. "Even if he brings others down with him, he'll still go to Azkaban."

And then came the moment everyone had been waiting for, and a moment they had been dreading. Arthur and Molly had warned their children and Hermione about what would happen, asking them if they were positive they wished to attend the trial for this reason alone.

"Of course we'll still go," George had told his parents, looking highly offended. "Harry's been through a hell of a lot worse."

"We can handle it, Mum," Ron said, fire in his eyes. "Harry's worth all of it. And Dumbledore."

"You said we were allowed to bring chocolate," Hermione reasoned. "It'll be fine."

And now, as several Dementors led a shaking and white-faced Cornelius Fudge towards his fate, followed by several Aurors, the courtroom grew unimaginably cold. Distantly, Arthur could hear the sounds of Molly's sobs from years past as they stood at the burial of her brothers, Gideon and Fabian Prewett. He had tried desperately to comfort his wife, holding tight to her shaking body as the priest said some final words about how heroic the two young men had been. He could still see the horrible sight of their coffins being lowered into the ground, disappearing forever as a horrific, broken sound burst out of Molly's mouth.

He looked at the Molly of the present, seeing that her face had gone bone-white. He immediately retrieved the chocolate he had brought with him, and handed pieces of it to her, his children, and Hermione. All of them looked stricken to different degrees, especially Ginny, who had begun to shake. Arthur didn't even want to think about what she might be reliving.

Once Fudge was secured in the chair, the chains having bound him to it, the Dementors glided out of the room, making it warm again. Every audience member breathed a sigh of relief, Arthur included. He looked at everyone he cared about, making sure they were all okay. He hated those foul things with a blistering, burning passion. They were demons straight out of Hell itself. He took Molly's hand, and when she looked at him, her eyes were full of tears. Arthur put an arm around her, patting her back gently. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with a handkerchief she retrieved from her pocket.

Arthur's heart ached when he looked to the front of the courtroom and saw his son, straight-backed and proud, sitting not far from where Fudge was with a quill and parchment in hand. He was going to be taking notes on what happened at the trial. Oh, Percy, Arthur thought, pure sadness replacing the anger he had felt towards him. Why must things be like this?

Percy apparently felt the eyes on him, because he looked around and saw Arthur staring at him. Actually, his entire family and Hermione were staring at him. Apparently unable to bear it, he could only meet Arthur's eyes for a single second before looking away.

"Coward," Fred mumbled under his breath.

"Evil tosser," George agreed.

Ron said nothing, but his eyes were so angry that Arthur truly had no idea whether things would ever mend between two brothers who had once gotten along so well. It was so utterly, incredibly sad.

"Cornelius Oswald Fudge."

The sudden, loud voice of Amelia Bones made everything in Arthur's head dissipate for the moment as one of the biggest days in modern wizarding history fully began in earnest. "You are being judged by the Wizengamot today because you have been accused of agreeing to have Albus Dumbledore's mind tampered with to suit your own needs. My name is Amelia Bones, and I am the head of Magical Law Enforcement. The court scribe is Percy Ignatius Weasley, and Dolores Jane Umbridge, your Undersecretary, will be speaking in your defense."

Arthur looked at the rather ugly, squat woman who Amelia had stated was defending Fudge. She had a sweet smile on her face, but there was something about it that set off alarm bells in Arthur's head. Molly's expression was pinched as she looked at her as well.

"Merlin," Fred whispered, his eyes wide. "I've never seen anyone look more like a toad."

George snickered. "Blimey, you're right."

"Boys," said Molly sharply. "Now isn't the time."

Arthur had to struggle not to laugh, despite the situation they were in. Fred was right - the woman did rather resemble a toad.

Once all introductions had been made, Amelia Bones began to read from a piece of parchment. Her voice was strong and steady, and she gave off an air of great importance as she spoke. "I received a letter from Healer Arnold Dixon, who is here today," she explained. "He has a plethora of house-elves who are currently taking care of Albus Dumbledore, who is recovering from a heinous attack on his mind."

She went over everything that had been written in the Daily Prophet article, but she did it with a poise and grace that Arthur could freely admit he was envious of. Everyone sat and gazed at her in rapt attention, the entire courtroom in complete silence. Her voice boomed through the room, and everyone listened to every single word that fell from her lips.

Once she had finished, she asked Dolores Umbridge to explain her defense of the Minister. The squat, flabby woman stood, and Arthur couldn't help but stare at her in morbid fascination. She honestly looked downright sinister.

"Hem, hem," she said, just the sound of her dainty little cough setting Arthur's teeth on edge. "I am here to defend the Minister, because all he was trying to do was keep the wizarding world safe. We have lived in a time of peace for fourteen years, and certain individuals, chiefly Harry Potter, wanted nothing more than to plunge us back into anxiety and terror. His fear-mongering was completely unacceptable. And the worst part is, he forced Albus Dumbledore to believe his story. Cedric Diggory's death was a tragedy, and no matter what you might hear today, Harry Potter was ... shall we say ... very much involved."

Arthur looked around the room, and he noticed two people in the crowd he hadn't realized were there before. Cedric's parents, Amos and Eileen Diggory, were glaring at Dolores Umbridge. Their expressions contained a rage and hate Arthur had never seen on them before, but he understood it perfectly. Their grief was plainly visible too, and he found it amazing that they had the self-restraint to not leap off the bench and storm over to Umbridge.

"Hem, hem," the woman said again. "The Mind Healers who are being accused of injuring Dumbledore have never tampered with anyone else's mind. They, along with Healer Dixon, are known to be the best Healers Saint Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries has ever hired. I do not understand why Healer Dixon feels the need to tell lies," she simpered. "I fail to understand why Minister Fudge is being punished for the sins of Harry Potter."

Arthur watched the mixed reactions of the room. Many people were looking at Umbridge with severe disgust, including him, his family, and Hermione. Others, however, were nodding in agreement, making him feel sick.

Then, Amelia called Arnold Dixon to the stand. She explained all of his credentials, including the fact that he was the most renowned Mind Healer at Saint Mungo's.

"Please explain what you know," said Amelia. "What, exactly, happened to Albus Dumbledore?"

Healer Dixon cleared his throat. Arthur noticed immediately that he stood straight and tall, his eyes bright. His facial expression, however, showed nothing at all; he was obviously keeping his emotions tightly guarded. "I have never seen a mind so damaged in the ten years I have been a Mind Healer," he said in a slow, deep voice, looking out at the crowd. "Every day when I have arrived home from work, I have spent hours upon hours working to repair the diabolical wounds."

"What, exactly, was done to him?" Amelia asked.

Dixon looked at her, his eyes sharp and alert. "I can show you," he said quietly.

From his pocket, he retrieved a tiny object. He pointed his wand at it to enlarge it, and Arthur knew instantly what it was. He'd never seen one before, but he had read about them. It was a Pensieve. "But first, I think it prudent to show you a memory that Amelia received. It might answer some important questions once and for all, before I show you what Healers Pollander and Shaddock subjected Albus Dumbledore to. This memory was sent directly to Amelia ... by Harry Potter himself."

"Hem, hem." Umbridge's infuriating cough interrupted the proceedings. "You cannot show a Pensieve memory in this courtroom. As you no doubt know, Pensieve memories, as well as Veritaserum, are not normally used in criminal trials. There is too much room for error. Memories can be tampered with, and there are certain aspects of Veritaserum that are not trustworthy."

Healer Dixon did not falter. "With all due respect, ma'am, this entire trial concerns the mind," he said softly. "I have checked this memory for tampering, and I saw none whatsoever. I do not like to boast of my credentials, but I am considered the top Mind Healer at Saint Mungo's. And to be quite honest, Amelia wishes to have certain things out in the open so the wizarding world can prepare itself for what is to come. There will be no more lies - only truths."

"But ..." Umbridge spluttered. "It's a Pensieve memory! And it's from Potter himself!" Her voice was shrill and angry, and if Arthur wasn't mistaken, there was panic in it.

"I am aware of that," Healer Dixon said, seeming to have an endless supply of patience. His face was calm, and he did not raise his voice. "Before I show this specific memory, I'd like to discuss exactly how they can be tampered with, and how you can spot it when it happens." He looked at Amelia for permission, and she nodded. This caused Umbridge to look even more furious and fearful, and Fudge, sitting in the chained chair, seemed to deflate, growing paler and more nauseous-looking by the second.

What followed was an explanation of how Pensieves worked, and the relevance of showing memories. His slow, deep voice held everyone at attention. Arthur looked at his family, who were all staring at Dixon admiringly. This man was extremely intelligent and seemed to know exactly what he was talking about.

After he was finished, he explained how the memory would be shown. He stirred the Pensieve with his wand, causing the silvery substance inside to form into an image. "I am warning you now," he said, his voice very soft but carrying throughout the room. "I have been informed that Harry Potter, in order to supply us information for this trial, sent Amelia this memory and gave her permission for me to show it. This is exactly what happened on the night of the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament. If anyone wishes to leave, they should do so now." His eyes landed on the Diggorys, and they nodded in understanding but did not leave. Arthur thought that they must have been warned before the trial even began.

He looked at the faces of his wife, of his children. He felt his own heart stir in dread, but none of them stood to leave. They owed it to Cedric, and to Harry, to see this through.

Umbridge coughed again, and there was true fury in the sound now. "Who has been hiding Harry Potter?" she almost screeched. "Someone has been harboring a fugitive!"

"There will be order in this courtroom," said Amelia sternly, looking uncompromisingly at Umbridge. "This is not the subject of this trial."

This silenced Umbridge, and she put on her sweet smile again. Arthur looked again at Fudge, who looked like he couldn't breathe.

The next thing they saw was Cedric Diggory, alive and well and looking supremely confused. Harry was asking, "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"

"Dunno," said Cedric, looking around at the various tombstones that filled the graveyard.

Suddenly, a balding, ratlike man walked up to the two boys, holding what looked like, at first glance, a newborn baby. But it only took a second for everyone to realize how gruesome, wrong, and vile it looked. No sweet, innocent newborn looked like this. Some people in the crowd covered their eyes at the terrifying sight.

The ones who were still able to look gasped as the image of Harry suddenly fell to the ground, his hand covering his scar as he cried out in fear and pain. "Harry! Harry!" shouted Cedric, his face filling with both terror and concern. "Harry, can you hear me? Please, Harry, tell me what's wrong!"

But it seemed as though Harry was in too much pain to even hear Cedric, let alone respond to him. He stayed on the ground, gasping and crying out, his hands still covering his scar.

Finally, the pain started to ebb, but he obviously felt too weak to stand. The crowd then watched in mute horror as a high-pitched, evil voice came from the bundle the ratlike man was holding. "Kill the spare!" it shrieked.

And in the next second, the man was pointing his wand at Cedric. "Avada Kedavra," he intoned.

And the image of Cedric was hit by the green light that sailed out of the man's wand, collapsing to the ground where he had stood, Harry's name still on his lips. His face was profoundly fearful-looking, his gray eyes wide open, staring, and lifeless.

There were screams in the courtroom, and several people burst into tears. One teenage girl with shiny black hair sobbed hysterically in the arms of a woman who looked like her mother, crying out Cedric's name. Arthur could feel his entire body shaking, and he took Molly's hand as tears streamed down her face. He stared with blurred vision at his children and Hermione, all of them looking stricken and horrified. Ginny and Hermione were shaking and crying, and Ron, who rarely ever cried, had a few tears sliding off the end of his nose. Fred and George were pale as ghosts, their faces holding no humor or laughter whatsoever.

Arthur watched in silence as the mother of the sobbing girl led her out of the courtroom. "That's Cho," Ginny whispered, her own tears falling. "She was Cedric's girlfriend."

Arthur felt his heart break for her, and for everyone else who had loved Cedric who was watching this memory. Upon Cho and her mother's exit, others followed suit, most of them teenagers. From the expressions on their faces, it was obvious that they had loved Cedric as well. He turned to look at the Diggorys and almost started weeping himself at the grief and rage that radiated from them. Amos had his face buried in Eileen's shoulder, and she was staring straight ahead, her grief and horror so openly displayed that Arthur wanted nothing more than to go over there and hug them. He wouldn't have blamed them if they had exited the courtroom as well. They had been warned, but nothing could have prepared them for the sight of watching their son die. Arthur hadn't known Cedric well, and he could hardly stand it himself.

And the memory did not stop there. Arthur couldn't count how many times he and his family gasped in terror as You-Know-Who was reborn. He heard the screams of Harry as his arm was cut open, as his blood plopped into the cauldron, and as the snakelike figure of You-Know-Who rose anew from it, ready to start a second reign of terror. As this was happening, more people left the courtroom, unable to handle the sights and sounds. Some had their hands over their mouths, trying to exit before they lost everything they had eaten recently. But Arthur couldn't leave, and neither could his family. Harry had lived through this, survived this ordeal. The least Arthur, his family, and Hermione could do was see the horrors he had witnessed firsthand.

Arthur felt vindicated as You-Know-Who addressed Lucius Malfoy personally once all the Death Eaters had Apparated in. He knew that if everything went the way it should, there would be many more trials to come. He hoped to Merlin that Malfoy would not be able to pull off the Imperius defense again. Not ever again.

But what made Arthur lose all restraint and start weeping was when he saw Harry duel You-Know-Who. He never once begged for mercy as he was put under the Cruciatus Curse. He never once broke while the Death Eaters cackled at his torture and humiliation. He watched the boy's bravery as he threw off the Imperius Curse. He felt his heart wrench when he heard the evil syllables of the Killing Curse being aimed at the boy he loved.

And then ... then, there was Priori Incantatem. "Hold on, Harry." Cedric's ghostly voice filled the room, and the Diggorys stared, their faces bone-white. They held onto each other bruisingly tightly, both of them shaking visibly.

And nothing could have prepared the courtroom for the sight of Lily and James Potter as they were there for their son, even in death. Arthur watched as they instructed Harry, telling him how to escape. They watched Harry's bravery as every tiny bit of him was focused on getting him and Cedric's body back to Hogwarts.

When the memory ended, the room was full of nothing but astounded faces, shaking hands, and body-racking sobs. It was common for people to cry during especially turbulent trials, but there didn't seem to be a dry eye in the courtroom. Every single member of his family was in tears, and he held Molly tightly, her tears soaking into his shirt.

"Hem, hem." Well, Arthur was wrong. Dolores Umbridge certainly wasn't crying - her face was completely emotionless, and in that moment, Arthur thought of her as nothing more than a monster. "Excuse me, Amelia," she simpered. "But it seems as though the Minister of Magic has fainted."

Arthur's eyes landed on Fudge, and it looked as though Umbridge was right. Fudge had collapsed in the chair, unconscious. He looked for Percy in the courtroom, but he couldn't see him anywhere. Arthur honestly didn't know how to feel towards his son at that moment. He had left the room, but why?

Amelia called for a recess, and as much as Arthur wanted to know what would happen next, he was relieved to have a break. He needed to pull his family close, to come to terms with everything he had seen. He needed to embrace his children, his wife - he needed them to know just how much he loved them.

And as he did so, he prayed for nothing more than for Harry to be vindicated. He wanted all of those who had accused him, who had said vile things about him, who had thought such a sweet, innocent young man who had looked upon Cedric's lifeless body, stared into his wide, vacant eyes with complete and utter heartbreak and soul-crushing guilt - could commit murder, to pay. He wanted them to spend the rest of their lives atoning for what they had put Harry through.

And Sirius. Arthur couldn't stop thinking about him, too. He couldn't stop thinking about a specific detail that memory had shown everyone. When the man holding You-Know-Who had appeared, he'd heard Ron whisper his name with revulsion.

Peter Pettigrew.

That memory had clearly shown Peter Pettigrew.

And he prayed to the sky, to the stars above, to Merlin, that this was the beginning of Sirius Black's path to freedom.