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Hagrid approached a desolated house. It looked worse than a fiendfyre explosion. He had to follow Dumbledore's order. Harry had to be taken to Privet Drive.

The headmaster had been so kind to him after the horrible incident at school. His mummy had suggested involving the Ministry, getting a trial. But Dumbledore said Hagrid could stay at Hogwarts, in a shack at the grounds and keep learning! He hadn't been able to learn much, but the headmaster was a great man. He was often inside Hogwarts. Not to learn, he cleaned clogged toilets, carried heavy items. Hagrid really felt valued with the beloved headmaster who had given him a new life, and a hell of a new life it was.

Perhaps if this task was done right the Headmaster could allow him another means to practice magic? It had gotten quite hard these winter days to keep warm in the that tiny err comfortable shack—which of-course the headmaster had generously allowed Hagrid to live in—he sparsely had time to collect wood, what with keeping the forest creatures at bay and doing the grittier parts of cleaning Filch wouldn't. Not that he didn't get paid, no! On the of-chance that Dumbledore visited, he was sure to receive a couple galleons for his minor efforts.

So Hagrid approached the house to see Sirius Black red-eyed amongst the ruins. It looked as if he had been sobbing. It was understandable, his best friend and wife had been brutally murdered leaving their son childless. Speaking of, at his feet lay two babies quietly napping, Harry Potter and...

"Neville Longbottom" answered Sirius for him.

"Th-the kids slept through it all?" asked a stunned Hagrid

Black gave a lame attempt of a smirk and responded "No they were wailing, but I sang a lullaby to pacify them."

"Er, Sirius..Dumbled—"

"I know exactly what the old —" he controlled himself "he said, but they must be taken to St. Mungo's. Something is wrong." Sirius didn't have to elaborate.

Their year old bodies seemed to be emanating a dark aura. It could be felt around. In fact the smell of death seemed to be on these two toddlers.


As they reached the hospital, the babies were sent to the operation room with a senior healer. An unorthodox party sat consisting of the newly made minister, Fudge, a DMLE representative and Sirius' current girlfriend, Amelia Bones, the Headmaster and Sirius sat in the adjacent room. Hagrid was asked to guard the door outside by his precious headmaster.

What might have seen like a calm get-together, what with the adults sitting around facing each other sipping tea, was in fact a very tense one. Dumbledore was nearing the end of his rant of why 'The Potter Boy' must be sent to his blood relatives. Sirius had all but snorted.

"Professor please have some tea, you must be parched" the latter missed the sarcasm of his ex-pupil and gulped a sip cheerily, convinced his hefty monologue had done the trick.

"The tea is laced with veritaserum." shocked expressions arose, Sirius continued "Healer Vera will confirm, now Dumbledore can you confirm the presence of these blood wards?"

The professor tried to prevent a reply "er—urghh no" he mumbled.

Black almost smiled, "Could you repeat that professor?"

"No I am not certain Sirius. But I have good reason to be as Lily must ha—"

"Let us have the dicta pen record that headmaster Dumbledore is uncertain of the blood magic and blood wards" The aghast expression on his previous headmasters face was priceless, this private meeting had blown out to full blown trial, even young Fudge let out a minuscule smile.

Cornelius had just got into practice, and had not wanted it. The times were tough and it was basically impossible to lead and ignite the public when they were too scared to even leave their house. This event, miracle as it was, could alas get him a good tenure. No matter how the meeting flinged, he would give his support to the godfather of the boy that had saved them all, rather, boys.

"Now here is the will of the late Lily and James Potter" Sirius continued, looking at his lover Amelia.

"Is this the original will signed by the deceased Potters?" she asked

"Indeed. I always carry the original. A copy is stored in their Gringotts vault."

After the will was read.

"As per the will, Peter Pettigrew was secret keeper and Sirius Black will be the magical guardian of Harry Potter until he has reached maturity, no debate" said the stern voice of Amelia. She was replacing her immediate superior, head of DMLE, who was old and very sick. She expected to be promoted very soon.

"What do we tell the Prophet?" asked Fudge,

"Harry Potter survived the killing curse" Dumbledore jumped in once again.

"That much is evident Professor, but it was impossible for the year old toddler to have killed the Darkest wizard of our time." said Sirius rolled his eyes

"Didn't it take you months to finish Grindelwald sir?" continued Black

"Yes, bu—"

"And didn't you personally know the wizard?"

The professor audibly gasped this time "Yes" he muttered

"Thank-you professor. So as I was saying, either it was a fluke…"

The minister scoffed at that "We have terminated the most dangerous man walking Britain and we sell it down to a fluke, now there goes bad pressssshh**" the dicta didn't write cusswords so it blurred the last two letters. The Verita it seemed was bringing primal thoughts to the lips.

"Or, the protection of a dying mother, Lily Potter. A muggleborn sir, imagine the good press the ministry could get with this." Fudge eyes gleamed, Sirius continued "You both, Professor Dumbledore and Minster Fudge could finally start the muggleborn integration campaign you have always boasted"

"This seems like a great idea Mr. Black! What do you think, Headmaster?"

Too afraid to speak, Albus could only nod. "Let it be known the Dumbledore sir is in full accord and is too overcome by emotion to speak. Minister I have a background in law, I could manage from behind, you both would be the front." (every noble pureblood learned the ins and out of the legal system)

"Splendid, Marvellous, Superb" exclaimed the easily manipulated and good natured minister.

"Sir, I have a small request, my family has disowned me and I was wondering if you could reinstate me as Lord Black?"

"Ofcourse Lord Black, hand it over" and he signed over the document barely glancing at it. Dumbledore's resolve crumbled more, his financial motive for the upkeep of the Potter brat was now lost too. Why did Sirius inject them with verita?


The following day every wizarding household in Britain and far off it seemed held the copy of the latest Prophephet article.

Lily Potter muggleborn witch brings downfall of You-Know-Who!

By : Rita Skeeter

All is not what it seems! The Potters hiding from You-know-who's wrath -after thrice confronting him- by a Fidelius were betrayed by their friend Peter Pettigrew a pureblood ex-gryffindor Auror. His soul was sucked at trial. Her husband, James Potter put a valiant fight but perished. She is succeeded by her son Harry Potter who will be raised by his godfather Lord Black. Black was the key to our aurors and DMLE finding the truth of the matter. You-Know-Who as it turns out was a half-bloodnamed Tom Marvolo Riddle! Severus Snape, also a halfblood ex-slytherin Potions Master, yesterday was merely one of Riddles' followers. Until he was revealed a spy forDumbledore'sOrder of the Phoenix! In the moments preceding Riddle's downfall his followers figured Snape's ruse. In a freak accident a surge of his protective magic lashed out and terminated the lives of all members! Snape too was severely wounded and needs all your wishes to recover from St. Mungo's.

If the article hasn't already shocked you the names of the deceased followers surely will! Lucius Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Corban Yaxley, Pius Thicknesse, Dolores Umbridge—workers in the ministry! Barty Crouch Jr. —son of Wizengamot head prosecutor! Our minister pleads to not shame the families of ex-followers as they are as shocked as we are.

The coronation ceremony for Ms. Lily Evans Potter and Mr. Severus Tobias Snape (1st Order Merlin) will be held this Friday in the ministry ball. The cabinet of the minister and entire ministry invite you to come meet our heroes, share your stories and celebrate the downfall of You-Know-Who! Come with your family, friends, loved ones, foes for none can be greater than Riddle!

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This was one of the newest interns at the Prophet all the way from the colonies. She was new, her ideas fresh and her writing inciting. It would work for now. But Sirius didn't trust her. In true journalist style she would shift and when someone threw her a bigger bone.