At last, we get to the trial of Sirius, and before any of your hopes are destroyed: I sadly won't be writing the whole trial. I will only be writing the before and after of the trial. For this I'm sorry but I don't want to butcher it and I already know if I did people would be heated for any mistakes I make, and honestly I don't want to deal with it.

Just as Chapter 5, this chapter will have information on House Black at the end.

THANK YOU ALPRAZ AND NANU FOR EDITING AND HELPING WITH THE STORY

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Ministry of Magic, London

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"We are here today to give one Sirius Orion Black III, a long-awaited trial." Rufus said as he was standing amongst the members of the Wizengamot. "Before we start, is there anything anyone wants to bring forward that needs the attention of our esteemed body?"

Arcturus sat in his seat amongst those who Opposed the Dark and Light factions. However to be honest the Black Lord wasn't happy in the slightest. The reason? Well that was simple, the trial was pushed up to today and not when it was supposed to be in another 2 days. He didn't know who decided to do this, but he also should be proud that this was happening now.

But Arcturus wasn't, yes he was happy to see the trial having an importance to everyone but in the process he had to leave his descendant at the Manor, a boy who was barely able to walk or sit up on his own. Yes he left Athena to watch over the boy but even then he was worried for him.

Releasing a sigh the Black Lord looked to those around him, waiting to see if someone would stand or come forward. When someone did, he wasn't surprised to see who it was. With his long blonde hair and his cane in hand. "Lord Malfoy of the Noble House of Malfoy." The Head of the DLME said as his eyes went to the man. "What do you wish to bring forward?"

Arcturus watched as the Purist cleared his throat and spoke. "My fellow lords and ladies of the Wizengamot, I bring forward a proposal." The man looked to those around him, a smile plastered on his lips, a sinister one at that. "Just the other day in the Daily Prophet we learned that the last living member of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter has gone to America to begin his education."

When those words left Lucius lips, he wanted to laugh at the man's stupidity and from the looks the some of the others were giving him, Arcturus wasn't alone. Withdrawing his wand and giving it a swish, a whisper of a spell and an intent in mind, a message was sent and thankfully those who saw this saw nothing wrong with it and just went back to focusing on the show before them.

Arcturus looked to the Malfoy Lord and saw the fake look of anger on the man's face. Slamming a fist onto the railing before him, the Purist continued. "This is an insult to those who hold the titles of Most Noble and Ancient Houses! Not once has a Lord or Heir have had their education anywhere else but at our esteemed institution here in Britain!" Roars of agreement sounded around the chamber, most from the dark side and to the Black Lord's hidden surprise, some even from the light side, specifically the man who sat in the highest chair, who wasn't howling like the others but silently knocking on the chair's armrest.

Thoughts filled his mind as to why the leader of the light side would agree with anything the dark side would bring forward. Then it came to Arcturus, Albus Dumbledore was scared, probably hoping to find a way to bring the Boy-Who-Lived back to Britain, and most likely to have him placed somewhere the old senile man saw fit.

"Not only has the boy broken centuries of tradition, Heir Potter is a Half Blood, a sham to the once mighty and great Family such as the Potters!" Lucius continued, the cheers probably pushed him to do so. "I call for a vote, one to remove the title of Most Noble and Ancient from House Potter and give it to the Noble House of Zabini."

At this point Arcturus couldn't hold back the laughter that escaped him, and the Lord knew that most of if not all of the chamber members were looking at him with confusion. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He said as he got up and stepped forward, and in doing so he saw that he wasn't the only one that found humor in what the Dark Leader just said. "But are you a fool?" The Black Lord said, all humor was lost from his posture as he stood up and stepped forward. "Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot, the House of Potter has always been loyal to Magical Britain and her laws. So many things came from the Family and I believe among the Houses of the Most Noble and Ancient Houses, House Potter is one of the few who deserve the title or even a promotion to the Most Noble and Most Ancient House."

A chorus of agreements arose among the Gray and Light Factions, and with them were some disagreements from the Dark Families. Arcturus looked to the man who brought this forward. "For that halfblood accusation, if that was true then most of the houses here would be losing their titles." The Lords of those houses stomped their feet to the floor, showing their agreement to the Black Lord's statement. "So Lord Malfoy, you are a fool to believe your lowly Noble House could possibly remove greater titles from a family that has been in Britain for centuries." A smile found its place on Arcturus' face. "The Herzog Family of Malfoy would be so disappointed to see what you are doing to their fine name."

With that rage filled the blonde haired man's face and all Arcturus could do was chuckle and step back. Before the enraged man could speak or throw more wood to the fire, another stepped forward. The Black Lord's eyes went to the woman, a beauty with mocha skin and cyan eyes. 'Serena Zabini.' He knew immediately who she was for how couldn't he know, she was a growing power amongst the nobles. The Lady arrived in Britain little over a decade ago from Italy, under instructions from the Zabini Main Branch, to build allies and power overseas, and she has done a phenomenal job at doing just that(*).

"I second Lord Black's statement." She said as she leaned onto the railing, but her eyes stayed on the Dark Faction's leader. "But I must ask Lord Malfoy, why me?" Arcturus then watched as a sinister smile rolled on her beautiful face. "I have no desire to join you Lords and Ladies in the Dark Faction, nor do I desire the hand of the man who lost to his wife and threw a fit for it." Serena chuckled into her hand as the blonde pounce grew red in the face with anger and embarrassment as some of the Lords and Ladies laughed. "So no, I will refuse the offer. If I want power I will get it myself." Arcturus then watched as those eyes turned to a glower. "Keep me out of your scams, you disgrace of a Noble."

The room was silent as the Black Widow sat back onto her seat amongst the Grays, and it was broken when he stood up and clapped at her display of power. Soon others joined him with Nobles from all three sides standing up. Arcturus' stormy eyes went to the leader of the Opposition and he watched as the Greengrass Lord nodded. 'She's worthy of the Circle.'

The banging of a gavel silenced all those who clapped and everyone looked to the New Head of DMLE, who was hiding a sliver of a smile. "Quiet!" He said firmly and loudly, making all sit at his words. "Lord Malfoy," the man's eyes went to the still standing man. "Thank you for bringing this to our attention. However, this proposal is a sham and a disgrace, so for the future I ad-."

BANG*

Arcturus felt the grin on his face as everyone looked to the source of the noise. 'Finally here Charlus? Good, let's begin the grand plan.' He said to himself as the man he mentioned stormed into the chamber.

"I have been notified that one of you 'fine' Lords wishes to remove something from my family?" The Potter Lord said as whispers and gasps who remembered the man who just entered. Amber eyes flew to the leader of the Dark Faction, and immediately cold laughter left the man's lips. "Are you wishing to seek a Blood Feud Lord Malfoy?" At those words chaos broke out amongst the Lords. Not once in over a century has someone brought up a Blood Feud but even then, everyone knew what it was.

The Black Lord grinned at the declaration, he knew that his brother in law had a plan to deal with the blonde git, but to enact a Blood Feud? That filled Arcturus with excitement. 'Please say yes! You deserve death for hitting a daughter of my house, you False Dark Lord Cocksucker!' He said to himself as he leaned forward.

Behind the sounds in the chamber Rufus was calling for the room to be quiet, but no one heard his voice. That was until the Minister of Magic stood to her feet and with her wand to her throat, and yelled. "SILENCE!" At that everyone shutted up and all eyes went to the woman. "Today was meant to be a trial for a man who was unjustly convicted and thrown into Azkaban for the last 8 years. We will NOT continue this in this chamber."

Arcturus looked to Amelia Bones and once again his respect for this woman grew. He can see why the Goblins suggested this woman to be Britain's new leader, she was headfast and demanded respect from her people. Sitting back into his seat with a raised lip, he watched as all those did the same, all but the man who came into the Chamber unannounced.

"Lord Potter." Amelia spoke up once again, her eyes on the intruding man. "You do not need to worry about your family's titles. Lord Black, Lady Zabini and a good portion of us stopped it from happening. So please, if you want to, sit at your family's seat and let's get on with this trial. It's already taken a long enough time as it has."

Everyone including the Black Lord looked to the man before them and watched as he leaned onto his mahogany wood cane, and nodded. "I agree, Minister Bones I apologize for barging in unannounced, and yes I will be rejoining this esteemed body." Gray stormy pools watched as amber eyes flew to the man who led the Grays. "Lord Greengrass, I wish to join you and your fellow lords and ladies in the Opposition."

Arcturus looked to Cyrus and watched as he got to his feet and went to answer. But before the man could say anything another spoke, someone who sat higher than everyone in the chamber. "Lord Potter, I don't think that is nec-."

But as expected of the Black Lord was that Charlus wasn't having it. "I would keep your mouth shut, Albus Dumbledore." Came the quick cut off from the man before them all, and instantaneously whispers few amongst the people in the room. "Don't think just because we have more pressing matters to get to, I haven't forgotten what you've done to my family."With those words Arcturus watched as his brother in law looked to the leader of the opposition, and nodded.

Finally, having the chance to speak the voice of Cyrus spoke up. "Lord Potter, we amongst the Official Gray Party of the Wizengamot," another wave of flashes and clicks of cameras filled the room, "would be happy to have you in our ranks." Arcturus watched as Charlus nodded in thanks towards Lord Greengrass.

With that Arcturus watched as the newly instated Lord made for his family's seat, when the Potter Lord sat down, Rufus once again stood gaining all assembled lords and ladies. "We shall now begin the trial." Looking down at the man below and nodded. "Bring him in."

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Sirius could see nothing but darkness as he led through a hall, through a doorway and finally a room. One where he could hear the clicking of cameras and whispers of the occupants of the room. With a clothed bag over his head the Black heir could feel the familiar family magic in the room, but it came as a shock when he felt 'his' magic. The magic of the man he saw more as a father than his own, and to believe the stubborn old man was back in the place he absolutely despised. Sirius wanted to chuggle but he fought it away, just allowing a small smile to dawn his tired and pained face.

Releasing a grunt as he was forced to a chair, one's chair who's magical chains clasped around his wrist and ankles. Within seconds after the chains being secured around him, the bag was removed from his head, and the Black heir winced as the bright lights around him filled his eyes. Slowly but steadily they grew adjusted, allowing him to look at his surroundings.

His stormy grays went to the two he knew and as he looked onto them, Sirius couldn't help but give both men a small smile, one they both snorted and raised a lip to. After seeing them he looked down onto himself, ignoring what's going on in the room. To his mild relief he wasn't wearing the worn and born clothes he was wearing for the past 8 years, but robes fitting his station as Heir to a Most Noble and Most Ancient House, yes he might have hated these clothes when he was growing up, but that was because of his Mother and Father. He also had to thank the Black Lord for bringing these to him.

However minus the clothes Sirius was still as gaunt, pale, dirty and disgusting as the day he was taken from that cursed hell hole to that was named Azkaban. But as the thought of the Magical prison came to mind, the memories of the boy he was supposed to raise but left behind for cold hopeless revenge.

"Sirius Orion Black III," the voice of a man he recognized and respected, spoke up. Looking to Rufus, the Black Heir watched as a small smile grew on the man's stone face. "You are here to receive a long awaited trial, and before you say anything, the man who unjustly threw you into that cold shithole has been removed from his position in the Ministry and has been fined a great amount from his vaults." Sirius nodded and deep inside a gleeful smile came, knowing that the man who did this to him had paid for what he did.

"Now before giving you the required 3 drops of Veritaserum for your trial." Rufus says as he looks over to the Black Seat and the person residing in it. Sirius followed and found his grandfather giving a nod, as if confirming something. "Under the request of Lord Black, he wishes for you to sacrifice some of your blood." Hearing this made the Black Heir glare at the man, the only thing sacrificing one's blood led to was a curse, one that will never be removed and most of all taint one's soul, affecting their lives and possible appearance. "Before you assume the negative, we ask this to see how Azkaban has affected your soul, body and more. I assure you it will not be used for a ritual that will endanger yourself and those around you." Raising his wand a bright flash came from its tip. "So mote it be."

After hearing all of this, Sirius still stared at the recently made Head of the DMLE with a cold look, but after a few seconds he nodded, and with a wave of Rufus' hand two cloaked figures moved towards the enchained man. 'The Unspeakables.' Were the only words that came to Sirius' mind as one of them grabbed his hand and plucked a finger with a sharp tool.

After about 3-4 minutes, the two figures nodded to both the Minister, the Head of the DMLE and lastly Lord Black, and left the room promptly. "Lord Black." The feminine voice of the Minister of Magic spoke up. "You'll be getting the results of the test after this trial, and whatever the outcome might be, I as the Minister of Magic, will pay your family whatever it takes to make up for the transgressions that had come of an unjustified imprisonment of your heir."

Sirius watched as Arcturus nodded and clenched the noble walking stick he held. "You do know what that might mean if it's that dire, Minister Bones?" Immediately he knew what his grandfather meant by that. It was no secret that with long exposure to the mass amount of dementors residing at Azkaban the human body could lose multiple abilities. However what stood at the front of everyone's minds at this was the ability to produce fertile sperm.

Thinking about it the Black Heir felt a dread seep into him. He was the last male of the British Branch, and if the worst did happen, the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black would come to an end at his death. His stormy eyes went to the Black Lord and he saw the fear deep inside of the man's eyes.

"I do, and if that is the case we of the Ministry of Magic can only hope that you and your family will forgive us." The Minister of Magic said as her eyes clouded over, and after a few seconds of deathing silence, Amelia Bones spoke up once again. "Now let's begin the trial. Rufus, please proceed."

Everyone nodded at this and the man began the long awaited process of finding Sirius Black innocent. However as Sirius turned around to look forward, he spotted something that filled him with rage. Lucius Malfoy was grinning from ear to ear, meaning nothing good could come from him and his skems.

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Black Manor - Hours Later

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When the unconscious man came to he found himself in a familiar setting, with four walls around him and in a bed underneath him, but most of all the pain that was spreading through his body, was noticeably gone, only the tingling sensation was what remained. Years have gone by since he arrived at the Manor of the Black Family, and since then Lord Black has been caring and tending to him, and the lad will never forget what the aged man has done for him.

Opening his mouth he spoke, his voice raspy and dry of unuse of talking. "Athena." He called out and not that much longer a crack filled his room. Looking over to the side mystic gray eyes found the familiar face of the house elf staring at him with wide white eyes. "Where is Lord Black?"

The elf shook her head and bowed before answering his question. "Master Arcturus left to the Ministry for a trial." Silence followed but it broke after a minute or two. "But he should be back soon, Young Master."

He nodded his head and looked to the ceiling of the four poster bed. 'Sirius is coming back.' He said to himself as a smile dawned his face. "Athena." The lad called out once more, gaining the house elf's attention once again. "Can you help me up? I wish to leave this infuriating position."

Not paying attention to the worried creature, he clenched his hand. The use sent a burn through his whole arm, but he expected this and continued with throwing the sheets and blankets off of him, and this was finally when he noticed how much damage that cursed snake did to him. For starters he was missing a whole arm, from his right shoulder down was an emptiness that once held an arm, his dominant arm was gone so he could only presume that so was his wand.

His mystic eyes then went to the next thing he was missing, and as he reached down and pulled a pant leg up he was welcomed to the sight that his left knee and down was gone, probably having been a good meal to his former master's pet. Moving his leg he was happy to see that other than missing half of it, his leg overall was fine meaning that a prosthetic leg would be needed.

Finally seeing the worst of the damage he had taken, the man unbuttoned his shirt to reveal what was under it and to his great pleasure and relief was that it mostly remained untouched, mostly that is. Snake bite marks littered his chest, some small, some large and some chunks of his chest were missing as well. This was doable, yes he'd need help with possibly imminent day things but this was livable.

Throwing his leg to the side, the dark haired man sat up and finally realized that the house elf hadn't made a move to help him. "Athena." He looked over to the head elf, and saw the worry in her eyes. "Please. I refuse to stay laying in that accursed bed any longer. If anything bad happens to me under your watch I'll tell Lord Black you had no choice. So please help me."

Watching as the small creature bit her lips, he waited and when she finally nodded with a snap of her fingers, he smiled and gave Athena a smile. Looking forward he watched as a muggle crutch appeared before him. Grabbing it before gravity could do its job he found a comfortable grip and pulled himself up, hopping on his one foot.

'This is irritatingly annoying and uncomfortable.' He said to himself as he rested his shoulder on the rest. He also knew that Athena was there, watching his every move to make sure nothing ill happens to him. "Thank you." He said as he tried to make his way to the door.

"Young Master!" The elf said with her hands held out before her, hoping to catch him if he fell(she'd probably be crushed if he did fall). "Please take it slowly, or wait until Masters Arcturus and Sirius come back!" She squeaked out with worry laced in her voice.

He ignored the house elf and leaned against the crutch using it as a stand as he reached for the door. To no one's surprise he lost balance, the muggle invention having slipped out from under him. Falling to the side he was ready to collide with the stone carpeted floor but when nothing came he opened his eyes to find stormy gray eyes looking at him.

However what truly gained his attention was the person behind the aged wizard. He looked like shit, his face gaunt and malnutritioned, hair messy and needed a lot of cleaning. Mystic gray eyes then locked with stormy grays and within them, he could see the surprise and wonder in them… just as they used to be but missing the deep mischievous glint in them.

"Hello Sirius." He said with a smile as the Black Lord used magic to transfigure a muggle wheelchair and placed him onto it. "It's been over a decade since we last spoke."

Silence followed as both men, one missing limbs and the other having just been given freedom. But when it broke it was by the eldest of the two, who ran to the younger and embraced him, tears staining the shirt he was wearing. "How? I thought you were gone?" Sirius said into his shoulder, "How are you here Reggy?" Not knowing how to answer, the youngest Black brother returned the hug with his only arm.

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House Black:

House Black(Most Noble and Most Ancient House):

Coat of Arm's; a Raven with it's wings spread out with a shield before it with 4 quadrants. Top right quadrant was a Grim with violet eyes, howling on a field of grey. Top left a chalice filled with what looks like blood. Bottom right a hand holding a wand on a field of crimson. Bottom left quadrant a crow perched on a branch of a holly tree. Hanging from the raven's beak was the house's motto. Toujours Pur(Always Pure)

Wealth: 536Million Galleons, 385K Sickles, 172K Knut

Account Manager: Bloodaxe

Properties: Grimmauld Place, Black Manor

Branches: Mainland Europe(Bordeaux, Madam Cassiopeia Black), Egypt(Cairo, Liege Amon), House Tonks(Edward Tonks, Sussex)

Head: Arcturus Black

Actor/Actress: Charles Dance

Eyes: Stormy Dark Deep Gray

Hair: Fading Black well groomed

Height: 6'1-6'3

Wand: 14", Ebony/Blackthorn, Dragon Heartstrings

Heir: Sirius Black

Actor/Actress: Michael Fassbender

Eyes: Stormy Gray

Hair: Shoulder Length Black Hair

Height: 6

Wand: Broken

Animagus: Grim

Regulus Black

Actor: Logan Lerman

Eye: Mystic Gray

Hair: Shoulder Length Black Hair

Height: 5'11"

Wand: Broken

House Elves: Athena, Ares and Kreacher