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Sirius's eyes locked onto Amelia's as he said, "I wanted to talk to you, Lia." His voice was calm, but his mind was racing with emotions. Amelia's curiosity was piqued, and she followed him into his room, wondering what he wanted to discuss.
As they sat down, Sirius took a deep breath and began to pour his heart out to Amelia. He told her everything - about his feelings, his fears, and his memories of Marlene. He spoke of the pain and guilt that had haunted him for so long, and how he had been scared to move on.
"I've been stuck in the past for so long, Lia," Sirius said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I've been afraid to let go of Marlene's memory, afraid that I'd be betraying her. But Harry made me realize that I don't have to choose between Marlene and moving on. I can honor her memory while still living my life."
Amelia listened intently, her eyes filled with compassion and understanding. She had known Sirius for a long time, but she had never seen him so vulnerable, so open.
As Sirius spoke, Amelia could see the weight of his grief slowly lifting off his shoulders. She could see the spark of hope in his eyes, the spark that had been missing for so long.
But what caught Amelia off-guard was when Sirius said, "I'm ready to take a chance, Lia. With us." Her eyes widened in surprise, and she felt like she had been punched in the gut. She had thought that Sirius would never say those words, that he would never be ready to move on.
Amelia had lost all hope before, thinking that Sirius would always be stuck in the past. But now, as she looked into his eyes, she saw something there that she hadn't seen in a long time - hope.
"Lia?" Sirius said, his voice soft and uncertain. "Say something." He looked at her with pleading eyes, his heart on his sleeve. Amelia's heart skipped a beat as she looked at him, her mind racing with emotions.
Amelia's eyes searched Sirius's face, as if seeking confirmation that this was real, not just a dream. She had been in love with him since their Hogwarts days, but life had taken them down different paths. Sirius had been with Marlene, then Azkaban, and now...now he was finally standing in front of her, expressing his feelings.
Amelia composed herself, her years as a former Auror and current head of the DMLE, combined with her personal struggles, including the loss of her family, had made her tough. She wasn't one to cry easily, and she certainly wasn't going to break down now.
"I've been waiting for you for months, Sirius," Amelia said, her voice steady. "But now that you're here, I have to ask...is this because you pity me? Because you feel sorry for me after everything I've been through?" Her eyes narrowed, her gaze intense. "I don't want your pity, Sirius. And I don't want Marlene's place. I want you to want me for who I am, not because you feel obligated."
Sirius's expression was somber, his eyes locked onto Amelia's. "I don't pity you, Lia," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I admire you. I admire your strength, your courage, and your beauty. You're an incredible woman, and I'm honored to have the chance to be with you." He took a step closer, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Take a chance with me, Lia," Sirius said, his voice filled with emotion. "Give us a chance and see where things take us. I know I've hurt you in the past, and I don't blame you if you're hesitant. But I promise you, Lia, I'm all in. I'm ready to take this chance, to see if we can make this work."
Amelia's heart skipped a beat as she listened to Sirius's words. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. No one had ever made her feel so seen, so heard, and so loved.
"If all goes well," Sirius continued, his voice filled with hope, "then maybe, just maybe, we can build a future together. Wake up every morning with each other, explore the world together, laugh together, and face challenges side by side."
Amelia's eyes locked onto Sirius's, her mind racing with emotions. She didn't know what to say, but she knew she couldn't deny the spark between them. She felt it, a spark that had been ignited the moment Sirius had walked into the room.
Sirius's eyes never left hers, his gaze filled with hope and anticipation. He took another step closer, his face inches from Amelia's.
"Lia?" Sirius whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please say something."
Amelia's eyes never left Sirius's as she said, "Susan." It wasn't a sudden thought, but rather one that had been lingering in the back of her mind. As she hadn't expected this turn of events today, it could be said that it was a sudden consideration.
"I need to talk to her," Amelia said, her voice firm. "Before I can even think about...us, I need to make sure Susan is alright with it." Sirius's expression changed to one of understanding, and he nodded slowly.
"If Susan approves, then...we can see where things go," Amelia said, her eyes still locked onto Sirius's. "But if she's not ready, or if she doesn't approve...then there's no chance." Sirius nodded again, his eyes filled with understanding.
"I completely understand, Lia," Sirius said, his voice soft. "If I were in your shoes, and Harry were in Susan's place...I would do the same thing." He took a step back, giving Amelia space. "You need to talk to Susan, and I respect that."
Amelia's expression suddenly changed, and she frowned, remembering something important. "Tomorrow, Patricia Moon, the head of the Department of Child Healthcare and Abuse, is coming to take Harry's account of the abuse," she said, her voice serious and measured. "After that, it usually takes a week or so to set up the trial, but given that it's Harry Potter, things will likely escalate quickly." She paused, collecting her thoughts.
Sirius's eyes narrowed, anger flashing across his face as he thought about Petunia, Vernon, and Marge, who were currently in custody for their cruel treatment of Harry. "In that case, it's probably best if we keep our relationship on the backburner until the trial is over," he said, his voice practical and cautious.
Amelia nodded, understanding the need for discretion. The last thing they needed was to compromise the trial or attract unwanted attention. Sirius added, with a cheeky grin, "That will also give you time to talk to Susan." Amelia shot him a glare, but a slight twitch of her lips betrayed her amusement.
"We'll inform Harry and the others about Patricia Moon's visit during dinner," Amelia said, her expression serious once again. Sirius nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving hers.
Amelia stepped closer to Sirius, her eyes locked on his, and kissed him softly on the cheek. "I'll see you at dinner," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. Sirius's heart skipped a beat as he watched her turn and leave for her room, feeling a sense of anticipation and excitement for what the future might hold.
As the sun began to set, Harry and Ginny shared a tender kiss under the blooming flowers of the gardens. Poco, Master Harry's little sparrow, chirped happily on his head, while Kluer, Master Harry's colour-changing cat, purred contentedly in his arms. Hedwig, Master Harry's loyal owl, watched over them from her perch on Master Harry's shoulder.
Together, they strolled back to the manor, hand in hand, feeling carefree and happy. As they entered the manor, they were greeted by the warm smiles of their loved ones, who were all waiting for them in the dining room.
"Ah, finally! You two have decided to join us," Mrs. Weasley said with a chuckle, as she gave Ginny a warm hug. "We were starting to think you'd forgotten about dinner."
Twinky and Dimpy, the twin elves, immediately began fussing over Master Harry and Miss Ginny, scolding them for being late. "Late, late, late! You're always late, Master Harry! And now, dinner is delayed!" Twinky exclaimed, as he expertly served the food onto their plates.
Dimpy, not to be outdone, added, "Yes, and you've kept everyone waiting! Master Remus, Master Sirius, Master Charlie, the Young Masters, Master Percy, Master Ron, Mistress Daisy, Master Dudley, Mistress Susan... everyone has been waiting for you, Master Harry and Miss Ginny!"
As they sat down to dinner, Harry couldn't help but notice that Sirius and Amelia's eyes kept meeting across the table. They would exchange a brief glance, and then quickly look away, but Harry caught the spark of connection between them. He wondered if his talk with Sirius had finally had an impact.
Harry's eyes darted back and forth between Sirius and Amelia, a small smile playing on his lips. He was happy to see that maybe, just maybe, Sirius was finally starting to move on.
Just as Harry was lost in thought, Amelia cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. "I have an announcement to make," she said, her voice serious. "Tomorrow, Patricia Moon, the head of the Department of Child Healthcare and Abuse, will be visiting us to take Harry's account of the abuse he suffered at the hands of his Muggle relatives."
The room fell silent, with all eyes on Harry. He nodded, taking a deep breath, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
The next day, everyone went about their respective routines, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy despite the looming visit from Patricia Moon. Meanwhile, in their room, Ginny was gently removing the last of the bandages that had covered Harry's wounds. It was a testament to Harry's miraculously fast healing rate that his body had recovered so quickly. Just nine days ago, he had looked like he was on his deathbed, but now, aside from a few faint scars, there was barely any evidence of the brutal abuse he had suffered.
Ginny's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Harry's healed skin. She had been so scared of losing him, and the thought of what could have happened still sent shivers down her spine. Harry, sensing her emotions, wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
"It's okay, Gin," Harry whispered softly. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."
Daisy knocked on the door, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she teased, "Hey, lovebirds! Can I come in?" Ginny rolled her eyes good-naturedly, while Harry chuckled and called out, "Come on in, Daisy!" The door swung open, and Daisy bounced into the room, her bright red hair bobbing with each step. Her hazel eyes sparkled with excitement as she said, "Hey, guys! I'm so nervous about today. I've never been to a different wizarding house before, and I'm going to be all alone without you two."
Ginny immediately went over to reassure her, giving her a warm hug. "Don't worry, Daisy," Ginny said softly, her voice filled with compassion. "You'll be fine. Ron, Susan, the twins, and Percy will all be there with you at Longbottom Manor. And Neville and Hermione will take good care of you. They're really nice, and you'll love them." Harry added, "And it's just for the day, Daisy. Patricia Moon will be here and there to take my account, and then you'll be back here with us tonight."
Daisy nodded, looking a bit more reassured. "Okay, got it. But I'm still going to miss you guys." She pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a adorable expression. Harry smiled and ruffled her hair, saying, "We'll miss you too, kiddo. But you'll have fun, I promise. And think of all the new people you'll meet! You'll make lots of new friends, and before you know it, you'll be begging to go back to Longbottom Manor." Daisy giggled at the teasing, and Ginny smiled, happy to see her friend feeling more at ease.
As the morning progressed, the kids began to prepare for their temporary relocation to Longbottom Manor. Ron, Susan, the twins, Percy, and Daisy all gathered in the entrance hall, chatting excitedly about their day ahead. Neville and Hermione would be waiting for them at the Manor, and although Scorpius and Draco wouldn't be able to join them, they were all looking forward to a fun-filled day.
Daisy, however, was still a little nervous. This would be her first time spending the day away from Harry and Ginny, and she wasn't sure what to expect. But as she glanced over at Harry, who was watching her with a reassuring smile, she felt her nerves begin to settle.
As Daisy turned to leave, Harry called out, "Hey, Daisy! I've got a feeling you're going to make a great Slytherin!" Ginny rolled her eyes good-naturedly, and Daisy grinned, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of being sorted into a Hogwarts house.
Harry's comment was met with a chorus of laughter and teasing from the others, but Harry just chuckled and shook his head. "Hey, houses don't matter to me," he said with a grin. "We're all in this together, no matter what house we're in."
After the children left for Longbottom Manor, the living room was transformed into a makeshift conference room. Grandma Mrs. Tucker, with the help of Mrs. Weasley and the twin elves Twinky and Dimpy, had arranged the seating and laid out various documents and photographs. The room was filled with a sense of anticipation and purpose, as everyone waited for the proceedings to begin.
As everyone took their seats, Charlie, Mr. Weasley, Remus, Sirius, Ginny, Dudley, Harry, Grandma Mrs. Tucker, and Mrs. Weasley all waited for the proceedings to begin. Soon, Snape arrived, his expression scowling slightly as he glanced at Sirius. Despite their differences, everyone knew that Snape cared deeply for Harry, and that was what mattered most.
Snape took his seat, and soon McGonagall, Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey, and Healer Pyre arrived. The medical team began arranging the photographs they had taken of Harry, both with and without glamour charms, as well as the reports and medical evidence. Meanwhile, Dumbledore, Remus, and McGonagall (Gran Minnie) were engaged in a heated discussion about the Dursleys' punishment.
"We cannot let them off scot-free," McGonagall said firmly, her eyes flashing with indignation. "Their treatment of Harry was nothing short of abuse. The physical scars may have healed, but the emotional trauma will take much longer to overcome."
"I agree," Dumbledore said gravely, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "But we must ensure that the punishment fits the crime. We will need to present a strong case to the Ministry, and make sure that the Dursleys are held accountable for their actions."
Mrs. Weasley and Grandma Mrs. Tucker were interviewing Dudley, trying to gather more information about Harry's treatment at the hands of the Dursleys. "Can you tell us more about how Harry was fed, Dudley?" Mrs. Weasley asked gently, her eyes filled with compassion.
Mr. Weasley, Sirius, and Charlie were discussing the other forms of abuse Harry had suffered, such as being forced to live in the cupboard under the stairs and being made to do excessive chores. Charlie's face was set in a determined expression, his eyes flashing with anger at the thought of what Harry had endured.
"He was treated like a servant, not a member of the family," Mr. Weasley said, his voice tight with indignation. "Forced to do all the household chores, and never given a moment's peace."
"And the cupboard," Sirius added, his voice low and angry. "Forcing him to live in that tiny, cramped space. It's inhumane."
Charlie nodded in agreement. "We'll make sure they pay for what they did to him. Harry deserves justice, and we'll make sure he gets it."
Harry sat leaning on Ginny, his eyes fixed on the floor. He knew that today would be difficult, reliving all the painful memories he had tried to forget. But he was determined to see justice served, no matter how hard it would be. Ginny wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as he prepared to face the ordeal ahead.
Just then, Tonks arrived to pick Sirius up, her usual bright smile faltering for a moment as she glanced around the room. Sirius groaned, remembering that he was still under house arrest, albeit a fake one. But Patricia Moon didn't know that, and he couldn't risk arousing her suspicions.
"Can't I just stay in my Padfoot form?" Sirius asked, his eyes pleading with Tonks.
Tonks' hair changed from bubblegum pink to an angry red as she shook her head firmly. "No, Sirius. Strictly no transforming. We can't risk anyone finding out."
Sirius knew better than to argue with Tonks when she was in this mood. He nodded reluctantly and stood up, his eyes meeting Harry's for a brief moment before he followed Tonks out of the room.
As the door closed behind them, the room fell silent once more. Harry was still leaning on Ginny, his eyes fixed on some point in space as he tried to prepare himself for the ordeal ahead.
But amidst the somber atmosphere, Remus' eyes were fixed on the door, a look of quiet longing on his face. His gaze had followed Tonks out of the room, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought. It was a look that went unnoticed by everyone except perhaps Dumbledore, whose eyes twinkled with a knowing glint.
Amelia Bones walked into the room, followed by Patricia Moon, the head of the Department of Child Healthcare and Abuse. Patricia was a stern-looking woman with a kind face, and she carried herself with an air of quiet authority. Behind her, a bespectacled man lugged a large cardboard box, which he set down carefully on the floor.
"Everyone, this is Patricia Moon, head of the Department of Child Healthcare and Abuse," Amelia said, her voice smooth and professional. "And this is Mr. Jenkins, who will be assisting us with the documentation."
Patricia smiled warmly as she greeted the room. "Good morning, everyone. I appreciate you all taking the time to meet with me today. I'm sure this won't be easy for any of you, but I assure you that we will do everything in our power to ensure that justice is served."
Mr. Jenkins nodded in agreement, his eyes already scanning the room for a place to set up his equipment. "Yes, we'll do our best to make this as painless as possible," he said, his voice a little too cheerful for the somber occasion.
Patricia's expression remained neutral, but her eyes betrayed a deep sadness as she listened to Harry's account. She scribbled notes furiously, her pen scratching across the paper as Harry's words poured out. The sound of her pen moving across the paper was the only noise in the room, as everyone else was completely entranced by Harry's story.
Ginny squeezed Harry's hand, offering silent support as he recounted the horrors he had endured. Patricia smiled faintly, noticing the tender gesture. "Young love," she thought to herself, her eyes softening for a moment before returning to their neutral expression.
As Harry spoke, the room fell silent, the only sound the scratching of Patricia's pen and the occasional sniffle from Ginny. Harry's voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed the pain he had suffered. His eyes seemed to glaze over, as if he was transported back to the time when he was living with the Dursleys.
"I was locked in the cupboard for hours, sometimes days," Harry began, his voice barely above a whisper. "The beatings and slaps started when I was just a toddler. They bullied me, mistreated me, neglected me, starved me...I was never allowed to own anything, not even a toy. I wore second-hand clothes, and was forced to do chores from a young age."
Patricia's eyes widened as Harry continued, his words painting a picture of a childhood marred by cruelty and neglect. "They forced me to stay back in academics, beating me whenever I tried to learn. They lied about my parents' death, trying to hide the magical world from me. The mental, emotional, and psychological torture was so severe that I tried to...I tried to end my life a few times."
The room was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of those present. Patricia's face was ashen, her eyes filled with tears. "How did you survive, Harry?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Harry's voice cracked as he recounted the final beating, the one that had nearly taken his life. "If they hadn't found me, I would have died. I'm only alive because of my accidental magic."
Patricia closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she composed herself. "I've never heard a case like this before," she said, her voice shaking. "How you're still alive, Harry, is a miracle. I can only imagine how difficult this must have been for you."
Patricia paused, collecting her thoughts before continuing. "I'm going to make sure that the Dursleys are held accountable for their actions. We will do everything in our power to ensure that they face the consequences of their abuse."
The room erupted into a chorus of agreement, with everyone nodding in support of Patricia's words. Harry felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that he had finally found someone who believed him, someone who would fight for him.
After taking Harry's account, Patricia turned her attention to Snape, Madam Pomfrey, and Healer Pyre. "Now, I'd like to review the medical evidence," she said, her eyes scanning the room.
Snape stepped forward, his expression grim. "I have prepared a detailed report of Harry's physical and emotional condition when he first arrived at Hogwarts," he said, handing Patricia a thick stack of papers.
Madam Pomfrey and Healer Pyre followed suit, presenting their own reports and photographs. The evidence was damning, and Patricia's assistant looked increasingly pale as he took notes and photographed the evidence.
"It's...it's horrific," Patricia's assistant whispered, his voice shaking.
Patricia's expression was grim. "I've seen some terrible things in my line of work, but this...this is something else."
Once she had finished reviewing the medical evidence, Patricia began taking statements from the others in the room. Dudley, Grandma Mrs. Tucker, Ginny, Remus, Amelia, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Charlie all shared their accounts of Harry's treatment at the hands of the Dursleys.
Even Twinky and Dimpy, the twin house-elves, were interviewed, their large eyes shining with tears as they recounted the cruelty they had witnessed.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Patricia finished taking statements. She sat down at the table, surrounded by stacks of papers and photographs, and began to finalize her notes.
The others in the room waited patiently, watching as Patricia worked tirelessly to build a case against the Dursleys. They knew that it wouldn't be easy, but they were determined to see justice served.
Patricia looked up from her notes, her eyes locking onto Harry's. "Harry, do you blame Dumbledore for placing you with the Dursleys?" she asked gently.
Harry shook his head. "No, I don't blame him. At the time, it was necessary, and I didn't have any other guardians. He was trying to protect me."
Patricia nodded, jotting down some notes. "And what about Dudley? Do you blame him for his part in your mistreatment?"
Harry's expression softened. "No, I don't blame Dudley either. Since he realized his parents were wrong, we've actually become friends. He's the one who called the Aurors and turned his parents in."
Patricia's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I didn't know that."
Harry nodded. "Yes, if it wasn't for Dudley, I might not be alive today."
Patricia finished her notes, then looked up at the group. "I think we have a strong case against the Dursleys. But I need all of you to be present in court as witnesses. Your testimonies will be crucial in ensuring justice is served."
The group nodded in agreement, but Harry's eyes widened in concern. "Why does Dudley have to be there? He's already done so much for me."
But Dudley stood firm, his jaw set. "I'll be there, Harry. I'll stand with the truth and justice."
Patricia smiled, her eyes shining with approval. "Thank you, Dudley. Your bravery will make a big difference in this case."
Patricia's expression turned serious as she continued, "Until now, we've been able to keep the matters confidential, but I'm sure that instead of a regular Wizengamot Council Trial, we'll be having a full trial with all 50 current occupants."
The room fell silent as the weight of her words sank in. Harry's eyes widened in dismay as he realized the implications. "A full trial?" he repeated, his voice laced with concern.
Patricia nodded. "Yes, and at that time, it would be almost impossible to stop the press. Be ready, Harry. Due to your fame, this case might become the highlight of the year."
Harry groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Just what I need, more fame," he muttered. Ginny squeezed his hand reassuringly, offering a supportive smile.
Patricia's expression softened slightly. "Of course, there will be some advantages too. With a full trial, it will take a lot less time to set up, and maybe as soon as the day after tomorrow, or at the latest, by the 23rd of July, the trial will be held."
The room erupted into a flurry of activity as everyone began to discuss the implications of a full trial. Harry's anxiety grew, but with Ginny by his side, he felt a sense of determination wash over him. He was ready to face whatever lay ahead.
After finalizing her notes, Patricia shook hands with Harry and said, "The Dursleys are bound to be punished, Harry. The trial will decide the extent of their punishment, but rest assured, they will face justice."
With that, Patricia left, and Amelia accompanied her to the door to see her off. When Amelia returned, the atmosphere in the room had lightened considerably.
Just then, Sirius walked in, looking extremely grumpy, with Tonks by his side. The sunset streaming through the windows highlighted the dark circles under Sirius' eyes, and his usual charming smile was nowhere to be seen.
Harry, now in a cheerful mood, burst out laughing at his godfather's expression. Sirius displayed a look of betrayal, his eyes narrowing at Harry's amusement.
"Anyone would look like this if they had to spend the whole day with Moody, listening to his rants and paranoid nature," Sirius grumbled, shaking his head.
This time, Harry didn't miss the fact that Remus was staring at Tonks, who had changed her hair to a lovely pink-blonde color. Tonks looked stunning, and Remus seemed transfixed.
Harry smirked to himself, thinking that his earlier conversation with Sirius might have had some impact. He remembered the exchange of glances between Sirius and Amelia at breakfast, and now Remus seemed smitten with Tonks.
"It looks like my talk had some effect," Harry thought, feeling pleased with himself. Little did he know that the dynamics of the group were about to become even more complicated.
As the group chatted, the sound of laughter and chatter filled the room, signaling the return of the rest of the group from Longbottom Manor. Daisy, Susan, Ron, Percy, and the twins walked in, looking like they had just had the best day ever.
Daisy's eyes scanned the room, and as soon as she spotted Harry, she ran towards him, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. "Harry!" she exclaimed, her voice muffled against his chest.
Ron chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry about that, mate. She got a bit stuck in a magical vein at Neville's greenhouse. Apparently, it triggered some earlier memory or something."
Harry laughed, hugging Daisy back. "It's okay, I'm just glad she's okay," he said, smiling at Ron.
Percy, looking a bit more serious, nodded in agreement. "Yes, it was quite a ordeal. But we managed to get her out safely."
The twins, Fred and George, grinned mischievously. "And we managed to get some great ideas for new pranks while we were there," they said in unison, chuckling.
Susan smiled, shaking her head. "I'm just glad everyone is safe. Now, what did we miss?"
As the evening drew to a close, Tonks accepted an invitation to stay for dinner, much to Remus' delight. Harry and Ginny exchanged a knowing glance, both of them noticing the way Remus' eyes lit up when Tonks agreed to stay.
Dinner was a lively affair, with everyone chatting and laughing together. Tonks regaled the group with stories of her latest Auror training exercises, making everyone laugh with her impressions of Mad-Eye Moody.
After dinner, the group began to disperse, with everyone retiring to their own rooms to rest. Tonks said her goodbyes, thanking Amelia for the hospitality before heading out into the evening.
As the door closed behind Tonks, Remus couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of hope that he hadn't felt in a long time. Harry and Ginny exchanged another knowing glance, both of them thinking that maybe, just maybe, Remus had found someone special.
Amelia knocked softly on Susan's door, and when she heard a gentle "come in," she entered the room. Susan looked up from the book she was reading, a curious expression on her face.
"Aunt Amelia, what's up?" Susan asked, setting her book aside.
Amelia took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto Susan's. "I wanted to talk to you about something," she said, her voice measured. "It's about Sirius Black."
Susan's eyebrows rose slightly, but she said nothing, waiting for Amelia to continue.
"I know you're aware of the situation with Sirius," Amelia said, her voice steady. "And I know you care about him deeply. But I have to ask, Susan...how do you feel about the possibility of Sirius and me...being together?
"Aunt Amelia," Susan said, her voice soft and gentle.
Amelia's eyes locked onto Susan's, searching for any sign of disapproval or discomfort. But instead, she saw a warm and understanding expression.
"I know you've had feelings for Sirius for a long time, Aunt Amelia," Susan said, her voice filled with empathy. "And I have to admit, I've seen the way you two look at each other. You're happy when you're around him, and that's all that matters to me."
Amelia's face relaxed, a soft smile spreading across her face. "Thank you, Susan," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "That means a lot to me."
"Aunt Amelia," Susan said, her voice soft and gentle, filled with affection and concern.
Amelia's eyes locked onto Susan's, searching for any sign of disapproval or discomfort. But instead, she saw a warm and understanding expression, one that put her at ease.
"I know you've had feelings for Sirius for a long time, Aunt Amelia," Susan said, her voice filled with empathy. "And I have to admit, I've seen the way you two look at each other. You're happy when you're around him, and that's all that matters to me."
Susan's words were like a balm to Amelia's soul. She had been worried about Susan's reaction, worried that her niece might not approve of her relationship with Sirius. But Susan's words reassured her, made her feel like she had her niece's blessing.
"Thank you, Susan," Amelia said, her voice filled with gratitude. "That means a lot to me. You're the only family I have left, and your approval means everything."
Susan smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. "You don't need my approval, Aunt Amelia," she said. "But I'm glad I can give it to you. You deserve to be happy, and if Sirius makes you happy, then I'm all for it."
Amelia's face relaxed, a soft smile spreading across her face. She felt a weight lift off her shoulders, felt like she could finally breathe again. She knew that she had Susan's blessing, and that was all that mattered.
As the night drew to a close, Ginny headed to the bathroom to change into one of Harry's t-shirts and her pajamas. Meanwhile, Harry changed into his own pajamas outside, his movements quiet and relaxed.
When Ginny emerged from the bathroom, she smiled softly at Harry. "It must have been a really hard day for you, reliving all that to give Patricia your account," she said, her voice filled with empathy.
Harry nodded, his eyes somber, but as he looked at Ginny, his expression softened. "You were there, squeezing my hand," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "That means a hell of a lot to me."
He took Ginny's hand in his, his eyes locking onto hers. "I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, before kissing her hand gently.
Ginny's heart swelled with love for Harry, and she smiled as she tucked him in under the blanket. It was a small gesture, but one that held deep significance for Harry. Ginny knew that all his life, Harry had never had someone to tuck him in, to show him that kind of care and affection.
As his girlfriend, Ginny made it a point to do little things like that for Harry, to show him that she was there for him, that she cared. And so, she tucked him in, her hands gentle as she smoothed out the blankets.
As she finished, Ginny leaned in and kissed Harry's head, her lips soft against his hair. "I love you too," she whispered, before snuggling in beside him, feeling his warmth and comfort as they drifted off to sleep together.
In the dreamland, Harry and Ginny strolled hand in hand, enjoying the serene beauty of the forest. The soft rustle of leaves and the sweet songs of birds filled the air, creating a peaceful atmosphere. They talked and laughed, their conversation flowing effortlessly, as they explored the winding paths and picturesque clearings.
But suddenly, Ginny winced, her posture changing as she doubled over slightly. Harry's eyes narrowed in concern, and he immediately understood what was happening. He had seen this before, six times to be exact, and he knew the signs all too well.
"Ginny, is it...?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle, as he wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug.
Ginny nodded, her face scrunched up in discomfort. "Yeah, it's that time again," she said, her voice laced with frustration and a hint of embarrassment.
Harry's expression turned sympathetic, and he pulled her closer, holding her tightly. "It's okay, Gin," he whispered, using his nickname for her. "I'm here for you. We'll get through this together."
He remembered all too well the first time Ginny had gotten her period in the dreamland. She was only 10 years old then, and it had been a shock for both of them. Since then, they had handled the situation six times before, and Harry had learned to recognize the signs.
Though the pain was much less in the dreamland compared to the real world, Harry knew that after the dream, they would wake up, and Ginny would have to deal with the discomfort all over again. He hated seeing her in pain, and he hated the stupid period for making Ginny all snappy and irritable.
But despite his dislike for the situation, Harry was determined to take care of his love. He wrapped his arms around Ginny, pulling her close as they walked. "Let's get you comfortable, okay?" he said, his voice soft and soothing. "We can find a quiet spot, and I'll take care of you."
Ginny nodded, smiling weakly, and Harry led her to a secluded clearing surrounded by tall trees and filled with soft, green grass. He sat down beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her close. "I'm here for you, Gin," he whispered, holding her tightly. "Always."
The next morning, Harry and Ginny woke up to a new day, but Ginny was still feeling the effects of her period. As she stirred under the blankets, Harry noticed her wincing in discomfort.
"Stay in bed, Gin," Harry said, his voice soft with concern. "You don't have to get up."
But Ginny, still feeling a bit irritable, snapped at him. "Harry, I can take care of myself!" she said, her voice sharp.
However, she immediately regretted her outburst and apologized quickly. "Harry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you."
Harry smiled and kissed her forehead. "It's okay, Gin. I know you're not feeling well."
Ginny then got out of bed and went to her mother's room at the manor to tell her about her period and to ask for supplies, as hers had run out and she had forgotten to restock.
When Ginny returned to their room, Molly was sitting with Arthur in the living room, looking a bit concerned.
"What's wrong, dear?" Arthur asked, noticing Molly's expression.
Molly sighed. "It's Ginny. She's started her periods already. She's growing up so fast."
Arthur nodded sympathetically. "Yes, they do grow up quickly, don't they?"
Molly looked worried. "And Harry and Ginny are so in love. They've always been allowed to stay in the same room, but now...I don't know what will happen when they become hormonal teenagers."
Arthur put a reassuring arm around Molly. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, dear. For now, let's just focus on supporting Ginny through this time."
Molly walked into Harry and Ginny's room, expecting to see Ginny in a state of distress. But instead, she was surprised to find Harry taking care of Ginny, fussing over her with a gentle smile.
Ginny was lying on the bed, looking a bit pale but otherwise comfortable. Harry was sitting beside her, holding a cold compress to her forehead and stroking her hair with his other hand.
Molly's tension and worry vanished instantly as she took in the scene. She saw how tenderly Harry was caring for Ginny, and how happy Ginny looked despite her discomfort.
"Harry, you're supposed to be taking care of yourself, not Ginny," Molly said, trying to sound stern but unable to hide her smile.
Harry looked up at Molly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm almost healed, Mrs. Weasley. Just a few scratches left. Ginny needs me more right now."
Molly's heart swelled with pride and love for her daughter and Harry. She knew that they were meant to be together, and moments like these only reinforced that feeling.
"Alright, dear. You take care of Ginny. I'll go make some tea for both of you," Molly said, smiling at Harry and Ginny before heading out of the room.
That evening, Amelia returned to the office, her expression serious. "The trial against the Dursleys is set for the day after tomorrow," she announced, her voice firm.
Harry's eyes widened, and he felt a familiar tension creeping up his spine. Ginny, sensing his unease, wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
Daisy, who had been told about the abuse Harry suffered at the hands of the Dursleys, looked on with concern. However, she had not been told about the extent of the abuse, and seeing Harry's reaction made her realize just how severe it must have been.
The dinner that followed was a silent affair, despite the large number of people present. The usual chatter and laughter were absent, replaced by an uncomfortable silence.
The table was filled with familiar faces: Harry, Sirius, Ginny, Remus, Amelia, Ron, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Grandma Mrs. Tucker, Charlie, Daisy, the twins, Susan, Dudley, and Percy. Yet, despite the crowd, the atmosphere was subdued.
As they sat down to eat, Mrs. Weasley tried to break the silence, asking about everyone's day. But the conversation was stilted, and the tension in the air was palpable.
Harry, usually a lively participant in dinner conversations, was quiet, his mind preoccupied with the upcoming trial. Ginny stayed close to him, her hand on his arm, offering silent support.
As the meal drew to a close, Amelia spoke up, her voice gentle. "Harry, I know this isn't easy, but we'll get through it together. You're not alone."
The next day passed in a similar fashion, with the tension in the air refusing to dissipate. Sirius was visibly upset, seeing his godson struggling to cope with the impending trial. He was even more frustrated that he couldn't attend the trial himself, due to the fake house arrest that had been imposed upon him.
Daisy, sensing the tense atmosphere, had reverted to her nervous stage. Ginny, despite being on her second day of her period, took it upon herself to cheer Daisy up. Harry, still preoccupied with his own thoughts, couldn't muster the energy to do so.
Ginny sat down beside Daisy and put a reassuring arm around her shoulders. "Hey, Daisy, it's okay. We're all here for you," Ginny said softly.
Daisy looked up at Ginny, her hazel eyes wide with worry. "I don't like seeing Harry like this," Daisy said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ginny nodded understandingly. "I know, me neither. But we have to be strong for him, okay?" Ginny replied, smiling encouragingly.
As they talked, Ginny couldn't help but think about Daisy's mysterious past. They had found her on their date in Muggle London, and since then, they had been trying to uncover the truth about her identity.
Daisy's resemblance to Lily Potter was uncanny, with her red hair and striking features. But it was her eyes that set her apart - they were hazel, just like James Potter's.
Remus and Sirius made their way to the library, located in the top tower of Fawcett Manor. They knew that Harry and Ginny often spent their evenings there, gazing at the stars. As they entered the library, they saw Harry and Ginny sitting together on a couch, looking out the window.
"Hey, pup!" Sirius said, using his affectionate nickname for Harry. "We thought we'd find you here."
Remus smiled and sat down beside Harry. "We're here to take your mind off things, Harry. Tomorrow's trial will be tough, but we'll get through it together."
Harry looked up at his godfather and Remus, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Uncle Padfoot. Uncle Moony. Just being around you guys makes me feel better."
Ginny smiled and leaned against Harry. "We were just looking at the stars, trying to take our minds off things."
Sirius nodded. "Well, in that case, let's make it a stargazing party! Remus, can you tell us some stories about the constellations?"
Remus chuckled. "Of course, Sirius. But only if you promise to behave and not make too many bad jokes."
Sirius grinned mischievously. "I make no promises, Moony!"
As the night wore on, Remus and Sirius regaled Harry and Ginny with stories of their adventures at Hogwarts, making them laugh and forget their worries. They pointed out constellations in the night sky, and Remus even pulled out his old telescope to give them a closer look. Harry and Ginny oohed and ahhed as they gazed at the stars, feeling carefree for the first time in days.
As they gazed up at the stars, Harry's thoughts turned to the upcoming trial. He looked at Remus and Sirius, his eyes searching for answers. Sirius, sensing Harry's unease, put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Is it bad that I want to see the Dursleys get punished?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "It would give me satisfaction."
Sirius and Remus exchanged a glance, and then Remus spoke up. His voice was gentle, but firm.
"No, Harry, it's not wrong to feel that way," Remus said. "You have every right to want justice after what they put you through. They treated you like a servant, made you sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, and denied you the love and care that every child deserves."
Sirius's eyes flashed with anger. "And let's not forget the emotional abuse, Harry. The way they made you feel worthless, unloved, and unimportant. That's not something you can just forget or forgive."
Remus's voice was calm, but his words were laced with steel. "You have to let out your anger, Harry. They tormented you for 10 years, mercilessly. You tried to take your own life six times because of what they did to you. It's okay to want justice, Harry. It's okay to want them to pay for what they did to you."
That was an odd feeling for Harry. For the first time, he felt the weight of his ruined childhood bearing down on him. The Dursleys had killed his inner child, and no matter what happened, he could never get it back. The realization was too much for Harry to handle.
He broke down, and the hell broke loose. He screamed, he cried, he shouted for everything he had envied, everything he had never got. He had never had his own cake until he entered the wizarding world; he had never had anything of his own until then. He had never known love until the wizarding world had accepted him.
He broke down, and the hell broke loose. He screamed, he cried, he shouted for everything he had envied, everything he had never got. "Why did I never get a birthday cake?!" he screamed. "Why did I never get any presents?!"
"Why did they have to take everything away from me?" Harry screamed, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the tower. "Why did they have to make me feel so worthless?"
But could one year of getting all these things cancel out the 10 years of misery he had endured? Harry's screams echoed through the whole of Fawcett Manor, leaving everyone stunned.
Grandma Mrs. Tucker, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Charlie, the twins, Percy, Ron, Susan, Dudley, Amelia, Daisy, the twins' elves Twinky and Dimpy, Hedwig, Poco (Harry's little sparrow), and Kluer (his color-changing cat) all rushed to the tower to find Harry breaking down in the worst way possible.
He was crying, screaming, shouting, angry, and dejected all at once. For the first time, he let it all out. Others could see the emotional and psychological scars coming up, the torture he had endured for so long.
He pounded his fists on the stone floor, tears streaming down his face. Ginny tried to rush to his side, but Sirius caught her arm, holding her back.
"Let him be, Ginny," Sirius said gently. "He needs to release all this pent-up emotion. It's been bottled up for too long."
Ginny nodded, tears in her own eyes as she watched Harry's breakdown. The others stood frozen, unsure of what to do.
Remus nodded in agreement. "He needs to confront his demons, Ginny. We can't do it for him."
Ginny looked worried, but she nodded. "Okay," she said. "But what if he hurts himself?"
Sirius smiled reassuringly. "He won't, Ginny. He's stronger than you think. Just give him some space."
Remus took a step forward, his eyes filled with compassion. "Harry, we're here for you," he said softly. "We'll always be here for you."
But Harry didn't seem to hear him. He was lost in his own world of pain and anger, reliving all the memories he had tried to suppress for so long.
As the minutes ticked by, Harry's screams gradually subsided, replaced by sobs. He curled up on the floor, his body shaking with emotion.
Slowly, the others approached him, surrounding him with a circle of love and support. Ginny sat down beside him, holding him close as he cried.
Sirius sat down on the other side of Harry, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. "We're here, Harry," he said softly. "We'll always be here."Here's the continuation:
As they watched, Harry's screams slowly subsided, replaced by sobs. He collapsed to the floor, exhausted, but finally free from the emotions that had haunted him for so long.
Harry's body finally relaxed, and he fell asleep, surrounded by the people he loved. Daisy felt horrified, her eyes wide with fear as she took in the scene. Ginny was crying, her body shaking with sobs as she held Harry's hand.
Mrs. Weasley and Grandma Mrs. Tucker exchanged a knowing glance. They had known that this day would come, that Harry would eventually have to confront the demons of his past. But it was still painful to watch.
Dudley, who had called the aurors to report his parents' abuse, looked guilty, as if he felt responsible for what had happened to Harry. But it wasn't his fault; his parents had done this to Harry.
Amelia glanced at Sirius, and for a moment, they seemed to exchange a silent conversation. Remus's face was twisted in anger, and for a moment, it seemed like he might lose control. He had never wished to bite and infect someone, but Vernon Dursley was an exception.
Only Sirius was able to calm Remus down, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Charlie, the twins, and Percy looked on, dumbfounded, unsure of how to react. Susan was crying, and Ron looked like he had been punched in the gut, his eyes filled with tears as he realized just how much his best friend had suffered.
"It's not fair," Ron whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. "He didn't deserve any of this."
Ginny nodded, her eyes still streaming with tears. "I know," she whispered back. "But he's strong, Ron. He'll get through this."
Sirius gently lifted his godson into his arms, a poignant moment that hung in the air. It was the first time he had held Harry since his return from Azkaban, and the memories came flooding back. The last time he had held Harry, the boy was just a baby.
Remus stood beside Sirius, and together they were transported back to a time when life was simpler. They remembered how, 11 years ago, they would fawn over baby Harry, with Lily rolling her eyes good-naturedly and James looking on, scared that his two crazy friends would drop his precious son.
But now, neither Lily nor James was alive, and Harry was no longer a baby. He was a 12-year-old boy who had suffered unimaginable hardships, and the weight of that realization hung heavy in the air.
As they gazed at Harry's peaceful face, they were reminded that no matter how mature he was beyond his years, he was still just a 12-year-old kid who needed his family's love and support.
Mrs. Weasley quietly ushered the others into their rooms, while Grandma Mrs. Tucker took Daisy to her room, thinking it best if she slept with Daisy that night.
Sirius, still holding Harry, led the way to Harry and Ginny's room, accompanied by Remus, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny. Ginny cried softly on her mother's waist before snuggling alongside Harry, holding him tightly as she drifted off to sleep.
The three adults stood there, gazing at the peaceful couple, their faces etched with concern and love.
"He's been through so much," Mrs. Weasley whispered, her voice trembling.
Sirius nodded, his eyes never leaving Harry's face. "We'll make sure he's never alone again," he vowed.
Remus placed a hand on Sirius's shoulder, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "We should have been there for him," he whispered.
Sirius's grip on Remus's shoulder tightened. "We're here for him now," he said firmly. "And we'll make sure he knows he's loved."
Just then, the room was filled with the sudden arrival of Snape, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey, and Healer Pyre. They all rushed in, concern etched on their faces. Sirius, Molly, and Remus immediately motioned for them to be quiet, gesturing to the sleeping couple.
Charlie, who had also entered the room, explained that when Harry started screaming, he hadn't known what was going on, so he had sent a Patronus to Pyre, who was not only the main healer for Harry and Daisy but also Charlie's girlfriend.
Dumbledore nodded, explaining that he, Madam Pomfrey, Snape, and McGonagall had been in a meeting with Pyre, discussing the upcoming trial. They had seen Charlie's frantic message and had immediately rushed to the scene.
Sirius reassured them, "Everything is under control now."
Snape's eyes narrowed, "What happened?" he asked, his voice low and even.
Remus took a deep breath before explaining the events that had led to Harry's breakdown. As he spoke, Dumbledore's eyes filled with a deep sense of guilt.
"I should have done more," Dumbledore whispered, his voice barely audible. "I should have protected him better."
McGonagall placed a reassuring hand on Dumbledore's shoulder, "You did what you could, Albus. We all did."
Snape's eyes never left Harry's face, his expression unreadable. But those who knew him well could sense the deep concern and care he felt for the young boy.
After the five newcomers left, Molly, Remus, and Sirius also retired to their rooms, exhausted from the emotional events of the evening. As Sirius made his way to his room, he ran into Amelia, who was waiting for him in the hallway.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. "Why did it have to be Harry?" He whispered, his voice filled with compassion.
She hugged him back, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence. Though they had decided to keep their relationship on the backseat until the trial, it was clear what they were going to choose after the trial.
Amelia, sensing the somber mood, tried to change the subject. "Susan has said yes, she approves of us being together," she said, a hint of a smile on her face.
Sirius smiled back, but it wasn't his full, radiant smile. His eyes still held a hint of sadness, a reminder that they wouldn't rest until the Dursleys got the punishment they deserved.
"We'll get through this, Amelia," Sirius said, his voice firm. "We'll make sure those people pay for what they've done to Harry."
Amelia nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "Together," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Next Chapter is Dursleys Doomed - II
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. So in this chapter I established Sirelia as I call them though the ship name I found most was DogBones. Then the trial for Dursleys is all set. And I thought it would be a relief for Harry to went out everything because we Harry free from each and every scar from Dursleys. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!