AN: Here is the next one. As previously stated, this is diverging from cannon. I had a couple people comment about how Sirius and Bella are first cousins and not first cousins once removed or second cousins like I have them in this story. Um, that's why it's an AU. Cannon had been thrown out the window since that troll killed Ron. If you want the whole list of changes I've made regarding ages and relationships of the characters it's on my profile page. Court proceedings are pretty loosey goosey here. I grimace at how a lot of legal scenes are handled in fan fic in general. I imagine magical UK law is probably a common law system like the muggle country is, but different. As always thanks for the adds and encouragement. Slowly things are being pieced together and clarity is being established, though there are still things to be revealed.

Chapter 11: Law and Order

The only reason Emma was giving the rat bastard the time of day was because those boys who had hurt her daughter were being charged today.

And you bet she was going to attend that hearing.

Emma still felt out of place here. She never really had felt in place in the magical world.

She frowned as she went down to the holding cells, she didn't even know why she was visiting Petey.

She cringed thinking about the name that her mother had called him when they were younger. Though, she'd never think of him as Peter, even though that's what his friends called him.

She was not friends or would ever be friends with that rat bastard.

She never understood how Petey was the golden child, and she was viewed as the bad seed.

Petey was the definition of a fuck up. There were always owls coming from that school, about him failing classes and his friends pulling pranks on others (cough, bullying, cough).

She wondered if Petey had done crap like what had happened to her daughter she wouldn't put it past him. He terrorized Emma as a girl, yet her parents hadn't cared. Petey needed someone to practice on they would say whenever he pulled one of his "harmless" pranks on her.

Emma ceased to exist as soon as her squib status was solidified.

She really didn't get it, but had shrugged it off, worked her butt off and got into a good school and then got the test scores she needed to get into dental school.

Not that that had been good enough for them.

Everything she did was wrong.

She had often wondered why Father had married her mother if he hated squibs so much. She knew her Mother's family had apparently had some hoity toity bloodline back in the day, but at the end of the day, Buella was just as big of a squib as Emma was. But unlike Emma, she never applied herself as anything other than Petey's mother.

She rolled her eyes remembering how coddled the rat bastard had been despite all the things he had done. It didn't matter who he terrorized, Petey could do no wrong.

Mother had been a mess when Petey "died". Emma remembered trying to find sympathy, but even that day it had been hard because she knew the rat bastard. Not that Mum even acknowledged her existence at that point.

Honestly, she wasn't too surprised that Petey was now locked up in jail. Much like she wasn't that surprise he had been living in a children's dormitory. Disgusted, yes. But surprised, no. She didn't put anything past her brother.

Petey didn't notice her when she entered the holding cell. Not at first. He looked terrible. She couldn't believe those little brats had compared her baby to a rat, when her brother actually looked like one.

He was shorter than Emma by a good half foot or so, probably even more with the high heeled boots she was wearing. He had taken after their mother's side of the family, while she had resembled their father more. His hair, the same mousy brown Mother's had been, had started to fade and thin. In addition to having Buella's short statute, Peter had also inherited her stockiness. The stockiness though had grown into fat. His eyes seemed to be beadier than she remembered. His unfortunate teeth seemed a bit longer and looked permanently stained. He was ugly on the outside as he was on the in.

"Emma…" He said his voice grating on her as usual. "What a pleasant surprise. Is Mummy with you?"

"She's dead," Emma said. "Died of a broken heart because her precious Petey died. But you're not dead, are you?"

"You don't understand. How are you here if Mummy isn't? I thought you left this world."

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said glaring at him. There was no way in hell she was going to tell him that Hermione was a witch. She didn't even know if he was even aware about Hermione.

She hadn't exactly had the chance to tell Remus and she suspected it was because of Petey.

She frowned as she thought of her ex-lover. Hermione's biological father. She hadn't given much thought to Remus in years until recently.

She didn't even know that he had been a freaking werewolf, but it explained a lot about him. It made it hurt less that he left them.

She still remembered being pregnant and alone. She had never told any of her family who the father was. Not that they even asked. Father had been dead by then and mother had acted horrified when she realized that Emma had gotten pregnant and pretty much shunned her.

She didn't even know if Petey knew.

She had certainly did not want him to know.

"She smelt like you," Her brother said laughing. "That's where I recognized the smell."

"What the hell are you talking about, Petey?"

"That girl," He said, "That unfortunate looking girl they called the Rat of Gryffindor she's yours, isn't she? Yours and your lover's? Makes sense why you're here since she's now a rat. Bet you love that."

Emma didn't say anything.

"Mother said you got knocked up. Only I never thought that that bossy little know it all was your daughter. It makes sense though, given her attitude. She acted just like you. No wonder my last boy hated her."

Emma wanted to rip his fucking face off. She wasn't sure for what. Maybe everything. She had heard what he had done to the Weasley boy or boys in addition to all the other horrible things he had done. She often wondered how she could be related to this monster.

And then to add insult to injury he had the audacity to insult her daughter to her face.

She decided to act like she didn't know what he was talking about. She didn't want to make Hermione a target of his, even though she was pretty sure he wasn't getting out of here alive today. Or at least that's what Director Bones had told her in very colorful language a minute or so ago.

She felt like she was probably using a lot of the same words that Bones used around her brother today. She usually did when Petey was involved.

Instead, she decided to not take the break. "It's rather pathetic living as a rodent for a decade, Petey."

He shrugged.

"You know Mum treasured your severed finger." She said, "I'll never know for what reason. As soon as she was dead I put that thing in the incinerator. That's where medical waste is supposed to go."

"Mummy loved me because I had magic," He said, "I wasn't a disgusting little squib like you."

"Mum was a squib," She stated.

"Yes," He said, "But Mummy knew her place. She always knew her faults and knew what noble blood she had running through her veins and tried to preserve it. She never tried to sully herself fucked around with those beneath her. She kept the bloodline pure."

"She married the magical equivalent to a janitor," Emma rolled her eyes. She had no respect for her father. He was almost as bad as Petey. She was glad he was dead. She was glad both of her parents were dead. "And you're not much of a wizard to talk about, Petey."

"Yes, but at least I'm a wizard."

"Yes, a wizard who hid as a rat and slept with little boys for the past decade while letting an innocent man rot. Real paragon of society you are."

"And you slept with a werewolf, sister. What a paragon to society you are."

He smirked waiting for her to react.

Instead, she didn't take the bait. She was a full-grown woman now, not Peter's kid sister who was scared half to death of him. Still, it scared her that he knew and admitted it now.

"What did you do to him, Petey?" She finally asked.

"Do to whom?" He asked.

"Remus," She snapped, "What did you do to him?"

Petey laughed, "Wouldn't you want to know."

"You killed him, didn't you?"

Petey just laughed.


Amelia Bones hated her fucking job sometimes. Today, was one of those days. The docket for the criminal court docket was way more than to her liking. This was one of those days where she'd probably be in court to two of three in the fucking morning.

She frowned as she thought about her docket: Percy Weasley, Emmett Waller, Peter Pettigrew, Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, Marjorie Dursley and Dudley Dursley. All of those fuckers had caused her to have multiple migraines over the holidays.

Poor Susan had to hear her rant over them as well. Not that she really minded too much. It helped she got her a new unicorn foal to care for. The magical equivalent to a fucking pony for a little girl.

It was the least she could do for her niece after the fucking semester she had. Amelia needed the fucking unicorn pony, dubbed Niblet, too come to think of it. Probably after this fucking day she was about to deal with.

The first hearing was more or less an arraignment to see if Weasley and Watson could possibly get out on bail. She had decided to go full on book on them, despite Molly Weasley's begs to the contrary.

Seriously, the boy had filed a fucking cutting curse after his friend has transformed the girl into a rat. And the girl was still a rat as of today and might not change back at this rate.

She had read through the medical reports. She knew the girl's condition was precarious at best, which was what she had told Weasley and Waller earlier when she had attempted to negotiate with them.

Neither boy wanted to take a plea. Not that she was offering that great of a deal. After all, you didn't offer great deals with fucking attempted murder and being status charges. And if Hermione Granger lost her state of being, she sure as hell was going to press that charge as well.

Yes, she got what happened to Ronald had been horrible—she was still fucking pissed about it—but to bully and ridicule a girl almost to death, there needed to be some fucking consequences.

Why else would you throw a fucking cutting curse? At least that was what she asked Molly when the woman pleaded with her that she couldn't lose another one of her babies.

Percy Weasley was not a fucking baby. He was a fucking fifth year prefect on tract to be head boy had he not tried to bloody kill an eleven-year-old girl.

Molly Weasley hadn't exact reacted well when Amelia told her this, to the point she had to have the woman escorted out of her office.

She understood she was grief stricken but it was still fucking attempted murder and attempted being status.

And it wasn't like she was the only mother she was dealing with; Hermione Granger's mother was there as well. Who happened to be Peter Pettigrew's fucking sister albeit a squib. And unlike Molly, she certainly seemed to realize that family members could be fucking scum.

And if you needed to look at scummy family members you could look no further than the fucking Dursleys. She had originally only been planning on pressing charges against Veron and Petunia Dursley, but then she realized how bad their son was and Vernon's sister as well. All four of them were disgraces to that poor child.

Ameila frowned as she thought about James Potter—Harry's father. He had been so happy when the child was born. Apparently, Harry had been a bit of a miracle child for him and Lily. He had been so proud of that boy.

And now both James and his son were dead, in part because of those monsters. She still couldn't believe some of the awful things that they had said when she had questioned them earlier. She was pretty sure at least the aunt and uncle would probably be in the high security ward of Azkaban by the end of the day. If she had her choice she'd put them near someone like fucking Bellatrix Lestrange.

The boys case went first, it was just an arraignment so it mercifully did not take long. Although, Moly Weasley, tried to insert herself into it even though she was not an attorney. She could tell that the court appointed solicitor was not amused. Especially when they started arguing about bail.

As much as she was sure the judge sympathized for Molly having a dead son and six other children, considering that Percy had tried to kill someone his bond wasn't exactly going to be set at zero.

She should just be glad the boy was here and not in a holding cell in Azkaban like she would've liked. She had almost told Albus to fuck off when he suggested that, but she still felt some sympathy for Arthur. At least he wasn't harping on her ass about fucking arresting Percy.

The Waller boy seemed to take the hearing relatively well. His attorney had suggested severing the case. A good move. She was hoping maybe she could get that boy to crack. His wand may have indicated he had thrown the curse that transfigured Ms. Granger into a rat, but she didn't think he was the mastermind behind the incident.

After Molly was escorted out and bail was denied (it was attempted homicide and attempted being status after all) it was time for Peter Pettigrew's hearing.

Amelia had been planning to show no mercy with him. Cornelius had green lit it, especially given the fucking Sirius Black situation.

Luckily, Black hadn't been making a stink so far, though the man seemed fairly messed up last time she saw him even though he was quite cognitive for being in Azkaban for ten years.

That spa in Switzerland would likely be costing them a fucking pretty penny, but it would be worth keeping Black in their good graces. They'd also probably be cutting him a pretty big fucking check too.

How could you lock someone up for ten fucking years without a trial?

Fucking incompetent assholes.

Pettigrew's case was open and shut once he had been given truth serum. There were some parts of the testimony that had to be in camera though since no one really wanted to discuss the crimes he had done while at Hogwarts to various students.

The list was ridiculously long, that combined with the betrayal of the Potters made the guilty verdict inevitable. There was just debate now if he'd be sentence to the veil or the dementors kiss. The kiss was ultimately decided on, a sentencing date would be determined once the appeal process was finished.


By the time it was time for the first Dursley case she was exhausted it was already half past five. Having the muggles even tried here, yet alone as expedited as this trial was, took a shit ton of work.

The muggle government usually wasn't that big of a fan of them charging their citizens. However, this was Harry Potter and even the muggle government had been appalled by the evidence to where they were allowing the magical government to take over.

Like they had a choice.

It went fairly fast. The fucking details Amelia had heard the past few weeks came out of each of the Dursleys' mouths. She didn't know which story infuriated the jury the most. There was the story about the time Petunia hit Harry with the fucking frying the pan. They were told about all the times Vernon would manhandled the boy before throwing him in the fucking cupboard without food or water for weeks. Or it may have been that Dudley had a game of tormenting his cousin that reminded Amelia a little bit of the fucking torture that Hermione Granger went through. And of course there were Marge's fucking attack dogs.

It wasn't a surprise that all four of them were found guilty and three of them were headed to Azkaban—Dudley had been deemed fucking too young and was going to be sent to a muggle juvenile detention center where his case would be reevaluated when he reached the age of majority. Her bet is as soon as he turned seventeen he'd be joining the rest of his parents on the dementor filled island.

It was in all a very satisfactory yet long ass day day, especially when she was told who the Dursleys would be bunking next to.


She was staying lucid more. As lucid as she could at least in Azkaban. When those things came near here though, she didn't have the same terrors she had before. It wasn't of her finding out the dark lord died—no, now that memory brought her happiness. Instead, it was either him touching her or…or her babies.

All six.

No seven.

She still had no idea what had happened to the seventh. Just Potter hitting her with a spell in her womb that night and then everything, everything changed. Somehow she became his lieutenant—no, his whore—and her life as she knew it was no more. And now she was here.

A part of her knew she deserved this. She had hurt so many people, but she wasn't herself. She—why would she? Anytime she tried to rationalize what she did the past few years though she just got lost.

It didn't justify any of the things she did though. Like using the cruciatus curse like Mother. She had vomited as she remembered how she laughed when she had tortured the Longbottoms to insanity. That wasn't her…

Yet, it had been. It had been what she become. What she was now.

Just like it had been her who had thrown a killing curse at her own husband multiple times.

I didn't know it was Siri then, she thought, or my Siri.

The guilt she felt the past few weeks since waking up was astounding.

She just wanted to scream.

And often she did.

They thought she was insane and was, but not as insane as she used to be at least. At least she sort of felt like herself.

Before she became his whore.

She grimaced as she thought of him touching her.

And she had always been the one who instigated it—why, she didn't know. But she felt repulsed now.

She was tainted.

"Fresh meat, fresh meat," one of her fellow inmates was singing.

She turned to see three figures being led towards her.

New meat in the maximum security ward…she thought. Interesting.

They didn't look like them. Like the rest of his followers.

She didn't follow him. Even though she had his mark on her arm.

She wanted to wretch.

She was a Black they bowed down to no one. Didn't Mother and Father always say that….yet they followed him.

They gave her to him on a silver platter.

One of them—a dour looking woman with a long neck was put near her. She heard the man scream as he was drug away from her, "You won't get away with this, freaks. The boy deserved to die…"

Child killers, she thought, that would do it…

"Don't….don't kill my baby."

She had remembered telling that to Potter before her world ended before she became this.

The woman stared at her before she said, "You're one of them. Just like the boy. A freak. Vernon…."

"Can you shut the hell up," Bella said doing her best impression of the thing she become. The thing she was.

It must have gotten the point across because the woman didn't talk the rest of the night until the dementors came and she started screaming. They all screamed.


Chapter 12 Preview: Sirius and Harry both find out something from Narcissa. It's also a full moon and Hermione's condition may or may not be effected by it.