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And the second thing was the doorbell rang, its sharp chime echoing through the house. All three of them turned to stare toward the front hall.

"Well," Sirius muttered, pushing back his chair, "I'm not even a little surprised that she's right on time."

The doorbell echoed through the quiet kitchen, drawing Harry's attention away from Dumbledore and Sirius. Sirius started to rise, clearly intending to answer it, but he froze mid-motion at the distinct crack of someone Apparating. Harry's gaze darted back between between Dumbledore and Sirius as the sharp crack of Apparition echoed from near the front door. Sirius paled instantly, his lips pressing into a thin line before he muttered a low curse under his breath.

"That'll be Kreacher," he said grimly, his voice laced with frustration, as he shook his head. "Not exactly the welcome I was hoping to start this whole thing off with."

Harry blinked, but he didn't have time to question it. Less than three seconds later, the sound of shuffling feet approached, and sure enough, the kitchen door swung open to reveal Kreacher. The house-elf hobbled into the kitchen, bat-like ears twitching as he bowed mockingly. Behind him followed a stern, familiar figure—Madam Amelia Bones.

Kreacher sneered as he entered, his beady eyes flicking toward Sirius, his tone dripping with disdain as he announced. "Most … disgraceful Master," he croaked, his voice dripping with disdain. "Madam Bones is here to see you. She says it is not to arrest you … much to my disappointment." He added the last part in a loud mumble, ensuring everyone in the room could hear.

Sirius's jaw tightened, and he growled low under his breath. Harry saw his godfather's hands clench into fists momentarily before he exhaled deeply, visibly steadying himself before speaking. "That will be all, Kreacher," Sirius said tersely, through gritted teeth.

Kreacher gave another exaggerated and mocking bow, his lips curling into a sneer. "As you wish, Master." As he shuffled back toward the door, Sirius muttered under his breath, "Worthless sot," shaking his head in exasperation.

However, Harry barely registered the house-elf's departure. His focus was fixed on Madam Bones, who stood in the doorway with an unreadable expression. Harry couldn't form words. His mind raced as he tried to process why Madam Bones would be here, of all places. She looked entirely out of place standing directly across the kitchen from his godfather. Harry's mind raced with questions—why was she here? What did this mean for Sirius?

"I guess this might be a bit of a surprise, Harry," Sirius said, his tone wry as he turned to face him. "Bet you weren't expecting to see yours truly standing next to the pride of the Auror department."

Sirius stepped toward Amelia, his usual roguish smile playing on his lips. "Amy, it's been too long. It's good to see you." He opened his arms in an exaggerated gesture of welcome.

The reaction was immediate and tense. Amelia flinched, her hand dropping instinctively to her wand holster. She didn't draw her wand, but her hand rested on it, a clear warning. The tension in the room spiked, and Sirius froze mid-step, his arms lowering slowly as his expression hardened. For several long seconds, they stared at each other in silence.

Finally, Sirius broke the stalemate with a dry half-hearted chuckle. "Well, I guess a kiss hello might have been a little much to hope for," he quipped, though his voice lacked its usual levity.

Amelia's expression didn't soften. "If it weren't for our previous discussions and for Professor Dumbledore being here, I'd have you stunned and lying on the floor before you could have finished that sentence." Her voice was calm but cold, her tone leaving no doubt she meant every word.

Sirius tilted his head, his smirk fading slightly. "Well, Amy, if you want me lying on the ground …" he began, but she cut him off with a sharp wave of her hand.

"Now's not the time, Sirius," she said firmly. "You need to understand how serious this situation is."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "If only I had a Knut for every time someone said that to me …"

"Enough," Amelia interrupted, her tone sharp, giving him a pointed look as if daring him to make another joke. "This is no time for jokes. The entire Ministry is under orders to capture you—alive if possible, but dead is equally acceptable. Again, I repeat if it weren't for Professor Dumbledore standing here, you'd already be back in Azkaban."

Sirius's demeanor shifted, the light in his eyes dimming. "Honestly, Amelia, if it weren't for Dumbledore setting up this meeting and me inviting you in, you wouldn't be here. The Ministry's been after me since the day I escaped, and this is the closest they've managed to get … and it was at my invitation." He crossed his arms, his tone laced with defiance. "I've got a feeling I don't have much to fear from the Ministry in general. Forgive me if I'm not shaking in my boots."

Amelia's face darkened and her jaw tightened, a flash of anger crossing her face as she narrowed her eyes. "You're underestimating them, Sirius."

Sirius shrugged, holding his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender. "Obviously, there are some exceptions." His lips twitched into a faint smile, though it didn't reach his eyes.

"You're playing with fire," Amelia warned. "If we can't have a serious conversation, I don't know why I'm here."

Sirius tilted his head, his expression softening just enough to show a hint of sincerity. "Look, Amelia, if we can't joke about my name, I don't know what the world's coming to."

Amelia sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly. "It's a miracle your sense of humor survived Azkaban," she said, her voice tinged with exasperation.

Sirius's laugh was hollow and bitter, devoid of amusement. "Yeah … a bloody miracle," he said, shaking his head. "Remind me to send the Dementors and the Ministry a thank-you card when I get the chance. So happy my sense of humor survived after spending twelve years in literal hell on earth for a crime I didn't commit. Just a bloody miracle."

As he spoke, his voice rose in volume, his words heavy with anger and frustration. Harry watched as Amelia's hand drifted back toward her wand. The tension in the room was palpable, and Harry's stomach twisted uncomfortably. He'd never seen Sirius like this—so raw, so on edge.

"Sirius," Dumbledore's calm voice cut through the charged atmosphere like a soothing balm. He'd remained silent up until now, seated at the far end of the table, but his presence was impossible to ignore. His piercing blue eyes settled on Sirius, radiating a quiet authority. "Perhaps we should all take a moment to remember why we're here and direct this conversation toward more constructive matters," Dumbledore suggested, his tone calm but firm.

Dumbledore looked at Sirius with a raised eyebrown, "Sirius, why don't you take a moment to collect yourself and ensure the study was prepared for Madame Bones." He then turned to her, his expression calm but serious. "You had stated you wanted to use the study for this, correct?" he asked.

Amelia Bones nodded firmly, her demeanor composed. Sirius muttered, "Fine. I'll make sure the room is okay. I'm ready to get this underway. The sooner Amy agrees that I'm innocent, the sooner I'll be that much closer to being a free man. Plus, I'd much rather not have her on the hunt for me." Without waiting for a response, Sirius turned and walked briskly down the hallway, before his steps could be heard heading up the stairs.

Harry raised an eyebrow as he glanced between Dumbledore and Amelia. The silence hung heavily for a moment before Amelia addressed him. "Hello, Mr. Potter. It's good to see you again. I'm sorry it's under these circumstances. I'm not sure how much you've been told, but out of respect for Dumbledore, and because I think I ... well, out of respect for him, I agreed to come here and listen to what the three of you have to say regarding Sir—Mr. Black's—innocence."

Her gaze flickered to Dumbledore as she continued. "This is an incredibly serious allegation, and if it's true ... well, we'll cross that bridge if, and when, we come to it. But let me make this absolutely clear," she said, her tone sharpening. "Should this meeting deviate from what I agreed to, I will leave so quickly the Ministry would assume I'd learned how to Apparate out of the Black residence, despite the centuries of wards. Do I make myself clear?"

Dumbledore nodded, a faint smile on his face. "Of course, Madame Bones. You couldn't have been clearer if you shouted it. And that is your right. But I assure you—"

He was interrupted by the distant sound of a shrill voice echoing down the hallway. The portrait of Sirius's mother had apparently noticed Sirius in the corridor, and was railing about how Sirius was still a disgrace to the Black name.

"There's literally nothing I could do that would bring more disgrace to the name of the Blacks than what this family has already managed!" Sirius's voice rang out, laced with frustration. "The single worst moment of my life—and that's saying something, considering I spent twelve years in Azkaban for a crime I didn't commit—is waking up every morning and remembering that I'm a Black. Honestly, how embarrassing is that! The Black name actually used to mean something. Sure, we were bigots, but at least we were the honorable sort of bigots. But look at the state of this family now!"

Harry assumed that the portrait of his mother tried to respond but was so agitated that she responded with nonsensical screeches as Sirius's footsteps echoed down the hallway. Moments later, he stormed into the kitchen. Harry, Dumbledore, and Amelia all turned to look at him. For a fleeting moment, Harry thought he saw a glimmer of pity in Amelia's eyes before she quickly shook her head.

Sirius noticed their attention and stopped in his tracks. "Ah, bollocks. You lot heard that, didn't you?" Harry nodded slowly. Sirius shrugged, forcing a wry grin. "Well, we all have family we're embarrassed of, don't we? Mine just happens to be immortalized in a portrait and stuck to a wall in the main hallway. Let's just try to ignore the calming voice of my mum and get back to business. The study is ready. Are we good to start?"

Dumbledore turned to Amelia, seeking her confirmation before nodding. He looked back at Sirius and added, "We were just saying there's nothing Madame Bones needs to worry about when it comes to her plan for how this will go. Is there?"

Sirius chuckled and held up his hands. "Not sure why you are both looking at me." He said looking between Dumbledore and Amelia before continuing. "While I can't deny that I haven't dreamed about Amy coming over to play twenty questions, why would I do anything to jeopardize my freedom?"

Amelia stared at Sirius for so long that Harry began to feel uncomfortable. Finally, she nodded. "As I had been saying," she started, "the allegations brought to me by Professor Dumbledore are incredibly serious and would normally merit a more formal response. However, due to the sensitive nature of the feelings surrounding Mr. Black, bringing several additional Aurors with me here was not possible. Additionally, bringing Mr. Black into the Ministry for questioning would be … no simple matter."

She paused, and for a fleeting moment, a slight smile crossed her face before disappearing just as quickly. "Although I imagine he would have enjoyed the commotion his presence at the Ministry would have caused."

Harry glanced at Sirius, who was doing his best to look offended by her statement while suppressing a grin. Finally, he shrugged with exaggerated indifference.

Amelia nodded knowingly. "That's what I thought."

She straightened and looked between the group. "I will take each of you, one by one, to the study to conduct my interviews."

Turning to Dumbledore, she said, "Headmaster, I know most of the questions I'll be asking have already been discussed between us, but I will need to formally record them for this process. If you don't mind."

Dumbledore smiled warmly. "Not at all, Madame Bones. Lead on."

Amelia started toward the kitchen door but stopped abruptly, glancing back at Sirius. "Sirius, the study is just down the hallway from your room, correct?"

Sirius gasped dramatically, his hands flying up to his face in mock horror. "Amelia Bones! Just what would the Ministry and your fellow Aurors think if they discovered that Amelia 'By-the-Books' Bones, Auror extraordinaire, was personally familiar with the location of Sirius Black's bedroom?"

Amelia's cheeks flushed slightly, and she shook her head, visibly exasperated. "It was from when we were children ... and that one time I came over when my …" She trailed off, clearly deciding it wasn't worth continuing. "Ugh, never mind. Headmaster, please follow me."

She turned sharply and left the kitchen, her footsteps echoing loudly as she stomped up the stairs, sounding far more forceful than necessary.

The moment he heard her reach the next landing, Sirius burst out laughing, the sound loud and genuine. The sight of his godfather's joy quickly drew Harry into laughter as well. The two of them kept laughing for what felt like several minutes, each attempt to calm down thwarted by Sirius looking toward the door and exclaiming, "Did you see her sputter? The way she tried to …" before breaking into another fit of laughter.

Eventually, they managed to collect themselves. Sirius leaned back in his chair, wiping tears from his eyes. "Merlin, I haven't laughed like that in years."

Harry grinned. "It was brilliant."

They chatted casually about the kinds of questions Amelia might ask Harry during her interview. Sirius reassured him repeatedly that Amelia was tough but fair and wouldn't try to trick him. About thirty minutes passed, interrupted only by two more brief episodes of laughter whenever Sirius mimicked Amelia's flustered reaction.

Finally, Dumbledore returned, his expression calm as ever. "You are up, Harry," he said, gesturing toward the door. "Just go up the stairs. It's the third door on your right. You can't miss it."

Harry's nerves bubbled to the surface as he nodded, glancing uneasily between the kitchen door and Sirius.

Dumbledore stepped closer and placed a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder. "Do not worry, Harry. Just tell her the whole truth, and you'll be fine. This is but the next step in the process."

Harry nodded again, his resolve firming. "Right."

Dumbledore's grip tightened slightly, offering silent support. "When you're done, come back down here, and I'll bring you back to the castle. And Harry," he added with a twinkle in his eye, "Madame Bones may seem intense, however she only cares for the truth and what is right you have no need to be nervous. However, making her wait likely won't improve her demeanor."

Harry took the hint and quickly headed out the door, following Dumbledore's directions. After climbing the stairs and reaching the second floor, he found that the hallway felt longer than it should have, but eventually, he reached the third door on the right. He paused briefly, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.

Amelia Bones was seated behind a large desk in the center of the room. She looked up as he entered, nodding slightly in acknowledgment, her expression one of professional detachment, though there was a trace of curiosity in her expression as she looked at him. "Hello, Mr. Potter. If you'd like to have a seat there," she said, gesturing to a plain chair directly across the desk from her. "We may begin."

Harry moved to the chair and sat down, his posture slightly stiff. He glanced around the room, noting the sparse decor and the heavy drapes that blocked out most of the light. His attention was quickly drawn back to Amelia as she adjusted the quill on the desk and tapped it lightly. The quill stood upright, poised and ready to transcribe. Harry shifted slightly in his chair, suddenly acutely aware of every move he made.

"I will be using a quill to copy everything that is said," she explained. "So just focus on me."

Harry paled slightly. "A Quick-Quotes Quill?"

To his surprise, Amelia smiled. It was a small, genuine expression. "No, nothing like that. This is an official record-keeping quill. It will copy down exactly what is said, no more and no less."

Harry nodded, still eyeing the quill with some skepticism. "Okay, Madame Bones. I'm ready."

Amelia leaned back slightly, folding her hands on the desk in front of her. "Good. Let's begin. First, state your full name for the record."

"Harry James Potter," he said firmly.

She nodded, glancing briefly at the quill as it moved smoothly across the parchment. "Thank you. Now, Mr. Potter, I apologize but I'm going to start with the events surrounding the night your parents were killed. I understand you were an infant and much of this information comes from Professor Dumbledore's or others, but I need to confirm some details."

Harry's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Okay."

Amelia's expression softened slightly. "I'm aware this is difficult, but it's necessary. Let's start with your understanding of the events leading to the betrayal of your parents."

Harry took a deep breath and began recounting the story as he knew it. He spoke of the Fidelius Charm, the switch from Sirius to Peter as Secret-Keeper, and the aftermath of that fateful Halloween night. Amelia listened intently, occasionally asking clarifying questions but never interrupting unnecessarily.

When Harry finally paused for a breath, Amelia looked over her notes, before looking back to Harry, her expression grave. "Switching the Secret-Keeper. Why would they make such a change?"

"Because they thought Voldemort would come after Sirius," Harry explained. "They figured it was too obvious to make him the Secret-Keeper. They thought Peter would be safer because no one would suspect him."

The quill scribbled furiously as Amelia leaned forward. "Do you believe this account?"

"Yes," Harry said without hesitation. "Sirius had no reason to betray them. He loved them. He loved me."

"Very well, Mr. Potter," Amelia said, her tone brisk but not unkind. "Let us move forward in time. Can you describe for the record the first time you became aware of Sirius Black's alleged innocence?"

Harry cleared his throat, feeling the weight of her gaze on him. "It was during the previous year at Hogwarts, Madame Bones," he began. "Sirius ... escaped from Azkaban, and everyone thought he was coming after me. I—I thought so too." He paused, glancing briefly at the quill, which was dutifully scratching out his words.

Amelia gestured for him to continue. "And then?"

Harry took a breath. "It wasn't until later in the year, during the events around the Shrieking Shack, that I found out the truth. Sirius wasn't after me. He had escaped to try and protect me. The real traitor was Peter Pettigrew."

Amelia's hand, which had been resting lightly on the desk, tightened slightly at the mention of Pettigrew. "Peter Pettigrew," she repeated, her voice neutral. "Go on."

Harry explained as succinctly as he could about the events that led to his discovery: how Ron's pet rat, Scabbers, turned out to be Pettigrew in Animagus form, and how Sirius had confronted him. He described Lupin's involvement, how the truth had been revealed, and how Pettigrew had ultimately escaped.

Amelia listened without interruption, though her eyes narrowed slightly when Harry mentioned Pettigrew's escape. "And you're certain Pettigrew was alive and present during this confrontation?" she asked when Harry finished.

"Absolutely," Harry said firmly. "Both Professor Lupin and Hermione were there as well. They saw everything."

"Witness testimony," Amelia mused, "is valuable but often insufficient against hard evidence. Still, it's something." Amelia paused and leaned back slightly, her brow furrowed in thought. "Still it is interesting. What about the fact that Pettigrew has not been sighted since?"

"He's out there somewhere." Harry said, his voice tinged with frustration. "I know he is, and he'll be back."

Amelia leaned forward slightly. "You certainly seem very certain about this, Mr. Potter. But do you understand the difficulty of proving your godfather's innocence in the absence of actually having either witnesses or Peter Pettigrew?"

Harry's jaw tightened. "I know it'll be hard," he said quietly. "But the truth is the truth, whether it's hard to prove or not."

She nodded slowly, and for a moment, the room was silent except for the scratching of the quill. "Let's move on. Tell me about your relationship with Sirius Black after that incident. How often have you been in contact with him?"

Harry glanced down for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "After he escaped that night, I didn't see him again until this year. He was trying to stay safe. But he sent me letters during the summer before my fourth year, and he's been ... there for me. As much as he could be, given everything."

Amelia's quill paused for a moment before resuming its steady scratching. "Would you say you trust Sirius Black implicitly, Mr. Potter?"

Harry looked up sharply, meeting her gaze. "Yes, I do. He's risked everything for me—his freedom, his safety, his life. He's my godfather, and he's done more to protect me than anyone else ever has."

For a brief moment, Amelia's expression softened, but she quickly masked it. "Thank you, Mr. Potter. Let's turn to your personal observations. Have you ever witnessed Sirius Black display behavior that might suggest instability or a threat to those around him?"

Harry frowned, his mind racing. He thought about the times Sirius's temper had flared, the bitterness that sometimes crept into his words when he spoke about his family or Azkaban. But he also thought about Sirius's loyalty, his humor, and the fierce love he had shown. "No," Harry said firmly. "Sirius has been through a lot, and maybe he gets angry sometimes, but he's not unstable, even after what he went through. He's not a threat to anyone— The only danger he's ever posed is to Peter Pettigrew, and that's because Peter deserves it."

Finally, she folded her hands on the desk and looked at him directly. "Thank you, Mr. Potter. I have one last question for you. If it were in your power to exonerate Sirius Black but doing so would come at a personal cost to you, would you do it?"

Harry blinked, caught off guard by the question. But he didn't hesitate. "Yes," he said. "I would. He has risked everything for me and there isn't anything I wouldn't do to try and save him."

By the end of the interview, Amelia's demeanor had shifted slightly. While she remained professional, there was a faint glimmer of something in her eyes—understanding, perhaps, or even sympathy. She set her quill down and looked at Harry.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter. Your testimony will be invaluable as we move forward. You may return to the kitchen. However before you go do you have any questions for me?"

Harry blinked, caught off guard. "Questions?"

"Yes," Amelia said patiently. "If there's something you want to know, now is the time to ask."

Harry hesitated. "What happens next?"

Amelia's gaze was steady. "I will take the information I've gathered and present it to the appropriate channels. My goal is to determine whether there's sufficient evidence to reopen Mr. Black's case. It won't be easy, and it won't be quick, but I will do what I can."

Harry hesitated for a moment before speaking. "For what it's worth, I don't know what case there was as I'm pretty sure Sirius never actually had a trial."

Amelia blinked, stunned. "That shouldn't be possible," she said, shaking her head.

Harry shrugged. "And yet that is the case. You can confirm with Sirius or Professor Dumbledore, but I imagine it's simple enough for you to check the official records yourself."

Amelia's expression darkened slightly as she absorbed his words. "If that's true, it's a gross miscarriage of justice," she said firmly. "I'll verify it immediately."

Harry felt a flicker of hope. "You believe me, then, about Sirius's innocence?"

Amelia's lips twitched into the barest hint of a smile. "I believe … in due process, Mr. Potter. But … yes. I've seen enough to warrant further investigation."

Relief washed over Harry, and he nodded. "Thank you."

Amelia rose, signaling the end of their meeting. "You're free to go. Thank you for your time, Mr. Potter."

Harry stood, feeling a wave of relief. "Thank you, Madame Bones … for doing this that is."

She nodded. "You're welcome. And Mr. Potter?"

He paused, turning back to her. "Yes?"

"You spoke well. Your parents would be proud."

The unexpected praise caught Harry off guard, but he managed a small smile. "Thank you."

As he left the room and headed back to the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they were one step closer to clearing Sirius's name.

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Story Note 1 – Congrats to everyone who guessed Amelia was at the door! Tried to have just enough ambiguity. Although did enjoy the one guess who hoped it was Bellatrix. Not sure how that would have worked but surely would have been interesting!

Story Note 2 – Well certainly not continuing the Horcrux hunt but I think a conversation that Harry would have made sure happened if her travelled through time and had a redo at things. And overall I think the chat went well and have a feeling he made just enough of an impression that Madame Bones will be looking into this.

Story Note 3 – On the note of her looking into this … I sure hope this is a career maker for her rather than some of the higher-ups possibly looking at this as a potential black-eye for the Ministry and deciding on burying the inquiry … and burying her …

Story Note 4 – And on the note of making an impression … sure seems that Sirius made quite an impression on Madame Bones. Really had fun writing their interaction and while originally not having plans for more interacting between them, I went back and found ways to add them to a couple of scenes that are coming up. But do let me know how they came off.

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