Transcendence Through The Looking Glass

October 8, 1989 

Harry was so excited! Today was the first day of being at the new house...manor. After saying good morning to Percival, he received a sound scalding. The previous night Harry had forgotten his potions. It was only once! And in his defense, he'd never had to take medication before. That was basically what potions were anyway. He hadn't even looked around his bedroom last night. Harry recalled passing out immediately.

It was admittedly a bit embarrassing as he was wearing pajamas. That wouldn't normally be embarrassing...but Harry hadn't changed before bed. He had no idea who had dressed him. He assumed it was the work of the house-elves. It was still a bit strange to have someone or rather something care for him. Harry was used to Loki and Percival...but neither of them made food for him. Neither of them cleaned up after him or changed his clothes. It was strange...objectively speaking he knew it was their job.

And he meant job in the loosest way possible. Harry hadn't been thrilled when he was told about house-elves. They did the same jobs as maids or butlers and yet weren't paid. It screamed forced slavery to Harry. Which given his own experience with the Dursley's had chafed him the wrong way. Percival had told him that the house-elves would die otherwise. That they needed to be bonded to have their magic.

That didn't mean he liked it in any way. He had just thanked a female elf for drawing his bath. And was completely shocked when she started crying and shrank away from him. He had just spent ten minutes calming her down. Explaining to her that he was simply grateful and appreciative of her efforts. Not that this experience would deter him in the slightest. A thank you was the least he could do. 

Now that his odd experience was over with Harry took in the look of his room. The very first thing he noticed was that it was huge! Granted everything was huge when your bedroom was a cupboard. But it could've easily fit Vernon and Dudley's rooms in it and still had a little extra space. The walls had dark green wallpaper with gold filigree shapes. His bed was also huge it was bigger than his ex-uncle's bed. He remembered how it felt to be laying on it. It was so light like he wasn't laying on a mattress but rather a cloud. It had a large wooden headboard with birds carved into it. The posts looked like it had wooden vines snaked around them. Wooden flowers were in bloom along the edges of vines. Dark blue sheets and comforter were on the mattress. And there were a lot of pillows. They were blue with gold embroidery. 

Nightstands stood on either side of the bed. The left had a vase of yellow flowers while the right had Percival's box on it. A glass door led out onto a balcony that overlooked the back gardens. The maze-like garden was gorgeous in the early morning light. The table set on the balcony would certainly be a favorite spot for reading. Or for simply relaxing and catching some sun. Back inside his room he spotted a vanity set. The ornate mirror was held by a dark wooden table. His hairbrush had been left on it. Next to the vanity closest to the balcony door was Hedwig's habitat.

It was a tree it stood from floor to about halfway up the wall. The branches were thick and leafy providing several places for perching. Food and drink dishes were affixed to the thickest branch. Which was wide enough to support the bowls side by side and have Hedwig sit there. Two lone mice and a few owl treats sat inside the one. Hedwig would more than likely hunt her own food anyway. The woods would be hard to resist for the little white owlet. The second dish held water that cool despite the room's temperature. The center of the tree trunk had a hallow for Hedwig's nest. The tree was designed to be a habitat that was used as an alternative to a cage. Harry didn't want to keep her confined like that. So long as Harry infused some of his magic into the trunk once a year. The tree would continue to leaf but wouldn't grow. Because if it did grow bigger it would go through the ceiling eventually. And the branches would also mess up the no doubt very old wallpaper. So yeah, it was a good thing it wouldn't grow bigger.

Hedwig's nest was twig woven and lined with a soft green cloth. Hedwig herself was sitting in the center. Her head was tucked under a wing and was as hunched into herself as she could be. Harry had let Hedwig settle in and get used to being with him. But he had held back any possible affections. Only petting her every so often and never for too long. Harry had never admittedly interacted with birds before. Let alone with one that was magical and more intelligent than others. Plus, she had sharp talons, and Harry was hesitant to touch her too much. Birds weren't the kind of creatures that would tolerate hugs. Which was how Harry showed Loki affection most of the time.

But Harry was tired of playing it safe as it were. Hedwig was a part of his strange little family now. And she deserved as much attention as Loki. In a way Harry saw a little of himself in the hunched over owl. Harry too had shied away from touch. And it had everything to do with his life and what had happened to him. What had happened to Hedwig before he'd chosen her? She had stayed away from the other owls in the shop. While they had huddled together hooting quietly to one another. Hedwig had been perched on a shelf on the other side of the shop. She had made no move to join the others. And the shopkeeper had said that this behavior was typical of her. That ever since she'd been caught and brought into the shop. Hedwig had chosen to stay as far from the others as possible. That she nipped at anyone who tried to touch her. She also seemed to be hostile to the other birds when they came too close. The shopkeeper was actually astonished that Hedwig was allowing Harry to touch her.

At the time Harry had been distracted by what was going on in his life. He hadn't spared a thought for the seemingly odd behavior. But now that he thought about it...she was like him. Hesitant to trust the people around her. Not wanting to be too close to others despite being lonely. He understood that in a way that few others could ever claim to know. Harry petted the top of her head softly as to not startle her. A single yellow eye popped open to look at him curiously. He slid his hand close to her in offering as Harry held his breath. She blinked at him and stared him down for what seemed like a lifetime. Before she stood on her talons and walked onto his hand. 

Surprised but happy Harry petted her again.

"Hello baby girl...do you want to come with me to explore the house?" Harry asked.

Hedwig tilted her head and clicked her beak. He lifted her to his shoulder, she moved slowly and stopped on his left shoulder. It was strange but also exhilarating allowing her so close. He moved across the room to examine the other tree. It was similar to Hedwig's, but it had a hole near the roots instead of in the center of the trunk. Inside was a grass woven nest lined a similar soft cloth. The tree branches had hanging shiny ornaments. He recognized some as the items that Loki had filched. The silver dragons and money clip from Dudley. A few silver and pearl hair barrettes that were Petunia's. Three wristwatches were dangling that were once Vernon's. Harry stifled a laugh as he noticed Percival's coat buttons. The were dangling down over the entrance to Loki's lair. He sincerely hoped the red ribbons that held them were magically reinforced or they wouldn't survive Loki. He noticed a few other ornaments and charms that had come with the habitat. Loki was going to love this thing when he stayed out of the box.

While Loki liked to cuddle and occasionally sleep with Harry. The little niffler still preferred to stay with Percival most of the time. Next to the bathroom door was another door that was ajar. Walking in he was astonished to see a closet. It wasn't a small one either, it was the size of Dudley's old bedroom. The lit alcoves had Harry's shirts hanging to the left. To the right wall that alcove had his pants hanging. In the center of the room was an island with a lovely white stone countertop. At the very rear of the room in yet another alcove hung Harry's jackets, blazers, and cloaks. Below them was a cabinet with rows that displayed his shoes.

Walking in further Harry decided to find out what was in the island. Each side had drawers to explore. His socks were neatly folded in pairs in one. The second drawer had his underwear folded in rows. The third drawer had neatly rolled ties in it in varying colors. On the other side of the island there were smaller drawers. The first one was mostly empty, but it had the six sets of cufflinks Harry had taken. They were from the Peverell vaults, Harry had pocketed them for later use and forgotten them. His adventure in meeting Death that day had made him forget about his other finds. The cufflinks weren't the only thing that Harry had grabbed from the vaults. 

In the second drawer was the hand full of jewelry Loki had found in a teapot. As well as a few pieces that were taken from Petunia. He picked up the Lily pendant and all but crushed it in his hand. Knowing whose jewelry it was...brought up a fiery rage. Maybe he held more resentment for his parents than Harry had previously thought. It was a hard thing to swallow knowing what they had chosen to do. He honestly didn't know what to do with the jewelry. Did he sell it? Send it to Goldaxe to deposit back into the Potter vaults? No, if he did that it would draw attention to Goldaxe. And Harry was honestly feeling vindictive. He shoved the necklace back into the drawer. No, he would wait for a time when he was less angry.

The third drawer had rows of ornate pocket watches. No two watches looked a like, and Harry knew none of them were his. Maybe a previous Peverell collected them? The fourth drawer had velvet lined rows. They held various rings in them filling up most of the drawer. Almost all of them were clearly men's rings. But a few were smaller more delicate and less simplistic. Which clearly said they once belonged to a female. One with excellent taste if the designs were anything to go by. And the bottom part of this side was a two-door cabinet. Opening it display stands held several necklaces, lockets, and gemstone encrusted items. He turned and gave Hedwig a look, she shook her head and looked away.

The rest of the tour would no doubt be just as interesting.

Caspian McMillan-

Caspian wasn't thrilled to be here if he was perfectly honest. But he was here to see his client one Sirius Black. The man had no idea Caspian was coming. He was currently on the outside docks of Azkaban. He shivered as he saw Dementors moving about the outer walls of the fortressed prison. The human guards were only here a hand full of hours on any given day. Nobody wanted to be here longer than necessary. Not that the inmates got a whole lot of visitors. He was waiting for Auror Green to come back out and bring him in.

He wondered if Sirius was the only person here imprisoned illegally. This wasn't the first time he'd wondered about it. If it had happened to one person, it stood to reason. That it was possible others were like Sirius. Imprisoned here illegally with no way of getting any help. Caspian had been disgusted by the laws of his country before. But never had he been so disgusted as he was by Sirius's case. Nothing...there had been no trial transcripts. No records, memories, or interviews. Sirius's name wasn't even on the prisoner manifest sheet. And yet he was here imprisoned and forgotten.

And what he'd learned from Master Goblin Goldaxe was horrid. The very people that Sirius had been accused of betraying were alive. They were alive and free living their lives. Meanwhile a potentially innocent man was here. The injustice of it all was disgusting for lack of a better word. Caspian just couldn't fathom how this travesty had happened. This travesty that had stolen nine years of this man's life. Things needed to change and the way Azkaban was run was one of those things. Perhaps Sirius's case would be the one that finally changed things. Fudge was beyond stupid with his head stuck up his ass. 

He would do nothing to improve prisoner's rights unless Fudge was backed into a corner. And then and only then would Fudge look to blame someone else.

"Lord McMillan, he's been placed in the visitor's room. The rules are as follows: No magical items or wands allowed, no sharp objects or jewelry, you aren't allowed to give him anything, you can't take anything from him, do not wander, do not attempt to leave the room with the prisoner, and finally visitation is only allowed for an hour. So, I need to search you before allowing entry." Auror Green said, tersely.

Caspian frowned as he handed Auror Green his wand and wristwatch. Green also went through his bag only pulling out a quill Caspian had forgotten. He emptied his pockets and showed Green what was in them. His money bag, a handkerchief, a few hard candies, and his cufflinks that he'd removed earlier. He was allowed to return those items to his pockets. 

"All confiscated items will be returned as you leave the island. Follow me and remember not to wander off." Auror Green said. 

He was briskly led into the main entrance and down a winding side hallway. Distantly Caspian could hear rambling, mad laughter, and the occasional scream. Shivering he moved a little closer to Green. At the end of the hall Green stopped and pulled out some keys.

"I will be back when your time is up. The door will be locked behind you. He is shackled to the table and chair, so you need not fear McMillan." Auror Green said. 

Caspian nodded as he held his briefcase tightly to his chest. Inexplicably he was now really cold. Something that Caspian hadn't noticed while he was outside. Was the prison always this cold? Was it a side effect of the dementors presence? The door opened and for the first time he laid eyes on Sirius Black. He looked like hell...which wasn't all that surprising really. The man was bone skinny. He was also very dirty. How often were the prisoners allowed to bathe? Were they not feeding them? Unfocused grey eyes were staring blankly at the table.

"Mr. Black??" Caspian said.

Black looked up confused, no doubt wondering where he was. The prison had no records of Black ever having visitors. Which was astonishing as it was sad. Caspian had never known Black personally. But before that October night Black was rather popular. A former Auror that made friends with almost everyone. He was said to be rather high energy and very mischievous. And not for the first time since taking the man's case Caspian felt pity. Pity for the once vibrant man that was now the damaged man across from him. 

"Who are you?" Black asked, his voice scratchy from disuse.

"My name is Caspian McMillan and I'm a solicitor. Your case was brought to my attention. I'm here to ask you some questions and prepare you for a trial." Caspian said.

Wide gaunt grey eyes looked at him in disbelief.

"Oh, fancy that they finally decided to remember me now." Black spat; his yellowed teeth gritted.

"They didn't remember you Mr. Black. The people beyond these walls seem to think you've long since had your trial. But someone who wishes to remain anonymous found out about you. They asked a goblin to hire me. It's caused quite the uproar in the Ministry at the moment." Caspian replied.

The scowl that came over Black's face reminded Caspian of just how important it was to succeed today.  

Caspian thought back to a day ago....

"What do you mean no trial that's impossible! Everyone knows that man is as guilty as the sky is blue!" Fudge said, laughing.

Sweat was beading on his forehead as he stared back at Caspian and Madame Bones. 

"Everyone knows is not a valid excuse to illegally imprison someone! This has been happening for nine years! The maximum holding time for uncharged and untried prisoners is no longer than six months. The only exception is extenuating circumstances like the end of a war. Even then the maximum is usually two years. So that the Wizengamot can have enough time to make their case. After which time if they aren't charged or tried, they are legally supposed to be freed. This is completely unacceptable!" Caspian said, huffing angrily.

Was this man denser than a rock? What was it about this conversation that he simply isn't getting? Fudge looked like he was going to argue back when Bones interrupted.

"Cornelius it's true. I personally searched the Ministry archives for the trial transcripts. I even checked the three years after his arrest date. Mr. McMillan is correct his client's rights have been trodden on. This is a grave miscarriage of justice. Either we let him go or we have to give him a trial. There are no other options if we don't comply the ICW will get involved. The decision will be taken from us entirely. I know how much you hate it when they interfere." Madame Bones said.

Caspian gave her a grateful look. Her very subtle manipulation would actually make Fudge think twice about denying it.

"We can't do that the public will be outraged. Do you know how much backlash we will get for even considering letting that man out!" Fudge cried.

Caspian suppressed his need to yell at the moron for his utter spinelessness! Just how much backlash would the idiot get if word got out that an heir wasn't tried? Did the man really not consider all possible outcomes? How was this man even a politician let alone the Minister?

"But Minister surely you can see the benefit of allowing a trial. You an upstanding citizen and generous Minister that you are. Would be righting the wrongs of the Minister before you. Correcting their shameful mistakes and potentially rescuing and innocent man. Not just any man but the only viable heir to the Black family. I mean how horrible would it look to the wizards of the Wizengamot. If the heir to an ancient and noble house was tossed in prison for no viable reason. And if Mr. Black truly is guilty then at least you can say that you were doing your duty as Minister. A simple dose of Vertiserum would clear up any issues. He's been imprisoned for nine years Mr. Black wouldn't be capable of fighting the potion. We'll get all the answers we need, and you still come out of this looking good." Madame Bones said.

Caspian saw Amelia's smirk as Fudge had stopped sweating. 

"Why Amelia, I don't know why I hadn't thought of that sooner. You truly are a life saver we should get together for tea in the future. We will convene the Wizengamot on October 8th just after 2pm." Fudge said.

"Thank you, Minister, now I need to prepare my case. Have a nice day." Caspian said, tensely.

He wanted away from this slimy man immediately. What was wrong with that him?  Madame Bones followed him out down the hall.

"Thank you, for helping with him." Caspian said.

Amelia turned towards him.

"Think nothing of it Mr. McMillan. I am nothing if not a person who holds justice to a higher standard. I knew Sirius when he worked in our department. I always thought there was something odd about that night. More specifically about the way he was acting. He was cackling so madly that it reminded me of Bellatrix's arrest. It just wasn't like Sirius at all. And his devotion to his friends was second to none. He always said they were his family. That he couldn't choose his birth family. But that didn't stop him from choosing the family he'd spend his life with. James and he were always inseparable. They always had each other's backs through everything. Sirius always without question denounced his birth family and all they stood for. Sirius Black is no death eater! I don't need to see his wrists to know that. But at the time the Minister had assured me and Alistair that he was indeed guilty. I thought that his trial had been made private due to the upheaval. Anyway, it's a travesty what has happened to Sirius. Everyone deserves proper justice. I would be saying the same thing if it was anyone else too." Amelia replied.

Caspian smiled; this woman was truly one of the rare exceptions to the rule. Most of the Wizengamot couldn't say the same. They were in it for their own agenda and wouldn't think twice about ignoring something like this. Especially if it was a way to kiss the Minister's ass. That Umbridge bint would do anything to please Cornelius. Including not thinking with her brain and spewing nonsense. She was so racist against magical creatures it was a miracle she was alive! And don't even get him started on Malfoy. Actual confirmed death eater with confirmed crimes. And yet he never spent a day in prison. Even if Caspian was dumb enough to believe his story about being controlled. Malfoy shouldn't just get a free pass! Sometimes Caspian wondered why he didn't just quit. It wasn't like anyone cared about actual justice or so he'd thought. But it was people like Sirius Black that reminded him why he couldn't just quit. 

Caspian present day...

"How nice they got their knickers in a twist. All because their obvious frame job was found out?" Black spat.

"I do believe that someone wanted you to look very guilty. And I refuse to believe that them ignoring their jobs was a coincidence. But what of the others like you? How many more prisoners here were left to rot? No trial...no questioning...simply thrown in a cell with no hope. I want nothing more than to draw attention to Azkaban's poor quality. But I've never had such irrefutable evidence as I did looking into you. Did you know that your name isn't on the prisoner manifest? How many more here aren't on the manifest? If I can prove your innocence Mr. Black not only, are you freed. But it will finally make people think about this place." Caspian replied.

Black looked at him with suspicion. Whatever Black saw while looking at Caspian had changed his demeanor.

"What do you need from me?" Black asked.

Caspian smiled.

Harry Peverell Manor U.S.-

Harry was right about his tour being interesting. He'd stumbled on no less than 4 bathrooms, 4 more bedrooms, the kitchen, a ritual room, and a potion's brewing lab. So far, the only places Harry hadn't seen yet was the ballroom, library, garden, and the house-elf cottage. Hedwig was still perched on his shoulder her eyes shut. The breeze ruffled her feathers gently as Harry was outside. 

Deciding that he'd been inside too long. Harry had grabbed Percival's box and ended up in a maze of bushes. With the help of a house-elf who had made an invisible ward around the garden. Harry wanted to share some outside time with Percival and Loki. The problem was.... Loki. Hedwig would always find her way home. But with Loki that wasn't something that was guaranteed. The house-elf also conjured up some leather strips covered in shiny bells. Harry was sure that Loki would love to chase him with such shiny toys. But he was unsure if Hedwig would play with them or simply watch.

Harry was at the center of the maze-like shrubbery. A tall statue stood holding a jug that had water streaming out of it. Several metal benches lined the sides of the shrubbery as multiple paths led away from them.

Harry had just finished setting up Percival's box. The man hadn't been outside in over sixty years...it was a shame Harry couldn't get him out all the way. He couldn't imagine being stuck in a dark place like that. At least Harry got to leave his prison for what little it had been worth at the time. Harry had picked up the box and rotated around slowly in a circle. 

"Well, the gardens are just as beautiful as the rest of the house." Percival said.

"Yeah, you can't really tell Percival but it's huge this is just the center! Not to mention the woods that border the manor." Harry said.

He was actually curious about the surrounding woodland. Were there magical creatures? Or was there simply regular run of the mill forest creatures? Come to think of it Harry hadn't asked about where the house was. What state were they in? 

"Harry are you okay?" Percival asked.

Harry focused on the concerned man's face.

"It's nothing big, I just realized I never asked Goldaxe where in America we are. Or if he did tell me I can't remember it. A lot was going on at the time and I knew Goldaxe would've made sure the property was safe. So, I just took the portkey here...it's just...I don't know. I feel like I should've thought that through better. But I just really wanted out of that death trap and Goldaxe hasn't led me astray yet. It just feels so strange to think that I trusted him enough to not ask questions." Harry said, frowning.

"Well, goblins as a whole are bound by duty and contracts. If it helps soothe your nerves, Harry. Even if he wanted to hurt you he can't. Accounts managers are bound far more tightly than regular goblins. But that is the price paid for them to be able to manage the major accounts. Most people who aren't from large, rich, or pureblooded families don't have accounts managers. They simply get assistance from the lower-level goblins. The goblins much like every society or culture has a hierarchy. At one point in the very far past goblin ranks were assigned by their battle prowess. There probably haven't been any goblin civil wars since my incarceration. So, they would then go by clan status, the higher the clan in the pecking order. The more likely they are to be chosen for important tasks. The accounts managers make a pretty profit off of their assigned families. If they keep their wizard family rich, they in turn get a certain percentage for their efforts." Percival said, thoughtfully.

"So Goldaxe is safe then? It's okay for me to trust him?" Harry asked, biting his lip.

"Yes, Harry Goldaxe is safe, and you shouldn't feel weird trusting him. I know a lot of people have let you down Harry. But going through life trusting no one...being with no one...it sounds like an incredibly lonely existence. Besides you already took a chance trusting that I wouldn't hurt you. Just continue to be precautious and try to make more friends. The year and a half before you go to school will fly by. And before you know it Harry, you'll be walking through Illvermorny's halls. Meeting other children your own age. I met my best friend Seraphina there and I can't picture my life without her. I know learning about your ex-parents and what happened to Sirius has made you doubt. The power of friendship but give it your best shot." Percival said.

Harry was still a bit apprehensive though...having a friend. It seemed almost absurd like magic was before he'd met Percival. Could he really have this? And more importantly how did one make a friend? With Percival and Loki, it had seemed so natural. With Hedwig though it had been more like a slow dance between them. Harry had been too afraid to cross into her personal space. He'd had a less than encouraging encounter with a goose at a petting zoo. 

Mrs. Fig couldn't watch him, so the Dursley's had drug him along begrudgingly. Dudley had been his usual whiny bratty self and yelled at the animals. They didn't want anything to do with Dudley. And Harry can't really blame the animals for being smart. Harry had managed to pet a goat who had ventured over to him. Harry had made the mistake of ignoring Dudley. Which was really bad in hindsight. But Harry was so happy to interact with a fluffy animal. He hadn't noticed a white goose come up behind him. But Dudley sure had, he lunged at it and landed flat on his face. The goose had startled and had fluttered into Harry's back. He of course panicked and so did the goose. It smacked him with its wings and bit him with its beak. Harry had eventually curled into himself. Dudley of course hadn't helped he'd stood there pointing and laughing. The goose had eventually wandered off, but the damage was done. 

Harry had been as weary of birds as he had been of dogs. And since then, he'd given anything with wings a wide berth. He'd only purchased her because he needed an owl. It was how wizards communicated and received mail. It wasn't Hedwig's fault at all, but somethings just stay with you. Or so Percival had said when Harry had told him about Marge's dogs. None the less his time at the manor was for more than just living. Harry was here to heal mentally and physically before going to school. Fear is just another emotion...just another scar. Albeit a scar that can easily be healed with time and patience. Hedwig would become his friend like Loki one way or another.

So as with most chaotic accidental things Loki was at the center. He lived up to his namesake in the most astonishing and funny ways. Loki had popped out of the box after Percival encouraged him to. For Loki this was a new experience since the little guy had never been outside. He'd lived with Percival in the box as a baby Niffler. And had only been in the Dursley's house and the two inns Harry had stayed at. Technically Loki had never seen the outdoors. And like most things with Loki Harry should've known something would happen. It started off fine which should've tipped him off.

Loki had stepped out onto the fountain's edge. His snout snuffling the air and glancing around. Harry had then decided to reveal the bell covered strips from behind his back. Loki's beady eyes locked onto the bells. Grinning Harry shook the leather strips making the bells chime. Loki crouched down his tail and hind paws shaking. Harry realized Loki was going to launch himself at him. Harry took off around the fountain as Loki missed. Shaking himself off Loki ran at him with Hedwig flying just overhead. She managed to grab at one of bell strip tails. She shook it in her beak triumphantly. Hedwig let go though as Harry had stopped moving the toy. She sat on the ground looking back. Loki on his short legs had managed to catch up. Harry took off again and stooped near Percival's box. 

He wanted to share as much as he could with the man. In hindsight it wasn't the best idea. Hedwig had decided to run on the ground with surprisingly long legs. Loki trotted up next to her eyeing Harry. He shook the toys at them to entice them. Hedwig having the advantage of longer legs grabbed the toys in his right hand. Her talons had sunk into the material as she held fast. Her beautiful wings flared out as she nipped at the toy. He was so distracted that Harry didn't notice Loki. Loki had taken Hedwig's distraction and had lunged at the toy in Harry's left hand. He'd latched onto it and had started pulling on the bells. With Loki yanking in one direction and Hedwig in another. Harry tried to gently shake off his little friends.

Which turned into a mistake quickly. Loki had climbed up onto the edge of the fountain. His toy held firmly in his paws as the Niffler thought he'd get better traction to pull. At that same moment Harry's hand had gotten a little too close to Hedwig's talons. A sharp sudden pain shot up his hand. One of her talons had pierced the delicate junction between his thumb and index finger. The pain had caused Harry to let go of both the toys. Loki had been pulling on his and ended up flying back. A splash of water sounded as Harry wrapped his bleeding hand in the bottom of his shirt. Looking at the fountain Harry wasn't immediately concerned. Loki could swim as he proved at the Blue Rose Inn. No, the first sign of alarm was when he noticed Percival's box was gone.

Panicked Harry sat on his knees on the fountain's edge. Loki was swimming around on his back. The bells clutched to his chest as he worked to separate them from the leather. He looked oddly like an Otter. Shaking his head Harry focused and found the box. It was submerged underwater! He grabbed at it with his injured hand. Harry had picked the box up by its lid. Something Harry had done a dozen or so times before. But Harry hadn't been bleeding when he'd done so. Harry shook out as much water as he could. Not knowing if it was possible for Percival could drown. Harry had paid no mind to an unnoticed rune on the lid. Its glow was obscured by his thumb and the blood. Harry couldn't see Percival! Had it closed before falling in the water?

"Harry!! Harry, stop you need to stop the bleeding in your hand!" 

The voice was Percival's, but he wasn't in the mirror. Confused with his head pounding and panic clawing his chest. Harry turned his head and gasped. In the weak rays of the sun was Percival. But it wasn't really Percival...what was the best description. The man was see through but there. Like a ghost or a projection from one of those old projectors.

"Percival?" Harry asked, questioningly.

"Harry please stop the bleeding on your hand. We can figure out this new madness when you aren't in danger of blood loss." Percival said, an edge of desperation in his voice.

Harry winced as pain radiated freshly from his hand. Sitting the box back down he wrapped his hand back up into his shirt. He called for Ferid who appeared directly next to Harry. He presented his injured hand to the elf. Large eyes wide Ferid cradling his hand closed his eyes. Harry watched as a cool tingling went through his hand and his skin knitted together.

"Little master must be more careful! I will clean up the mess perhaps it is time to go indoors?" Ferid suggested. 

Harry looked at Percival's translucent form. Nodding he turned back to find Loki surprisingly standing on the edge. His fur was dripping water and was spiked out. But he stood on his hind paws. Transfixed on Percival who was smiling at Loki. Carefully Harry stood with the box clutched in one hand. He was going to pick up Loki and head inside. But Loki ducked his reach and actually left his toy on the ground. Loki had never abandoned anything shiny before. But he had done so to sit at Percival's feet.

Intrigued but tired Harry started walking back to the house. He kept an eye on Loki who jogged next to Percival's feet. Loki hadn't looked away from the man once. Inside Harry went up stairs watching Loki. The little guy refused to let Harry pick him up. So he watched patiently as Loki struggled to climb each step on the staircase. Harry smiled at the little guy's determination. Down the hallway to his bedroom. Harry could tell Loki was getting tired. But he just wouldn't let Harry help him. The Niffler only had eyes for Percival as he disappeared into Harry's room. Shutting the door after Loki. Harry watched as Loki followed Percival to his habitat. Loki hadn't yet seen his little house in Harry's room. Percival seeming ''sat'' on what looked like a tree root.

He nodded at Harry as Loki climbed up to stand on his hind paws. Either Harry was crazy or he had somehow figured out how to read Niffler facial looks. Loki seemed to look at Percival questioningly. His head tilted to the side and his eyes focused. Percival chuckled at Loki's look and reached out a hand to pet Loki. He stopped mid motion the smile falling from his face. It occurred to Harry the reason why. Percival had remembered that he couldn't actually touch Loki.

Sadness ached in his chest as he watched them. Knowing that Percival couldn't touch anything let alone Loki...was horrifying. Something so simple that everyone took for granted...and it was gone. Loki in turn tried to place a paw on Percival's leg. His paw went through Percival. Loki let out a distressed wail that broke Harry's heart.

Ministry of Magic Britain-Caspian McMillan 

Caspian shifted nervously as he sat at the table in front of him. Courtroom 11 was an older courtroom that hardly saw use. But this was where the Wizengamot had chosen to convene for the trial. He was sitting at a table before the large dais. A foot away a sturdy chair was bolted to the floor. It was magically reinforced and had chains and cuffs for restraints. He shuffled the parchment in front of him. It was all the documents from Gringotts and a sworn statement from Edna Fredericks. Edna was the current keeper of the Ministries archives. She was the one to tell Amelia Bones about the lack of documentation for Mr. Black.

His eyes settled on the document from the Black accounts manager. It did indeed state that Sirius was illegally incarcerated. Convicted persons immediately had their accounts frozen. As well as have their status changed at the bank. No convict could hold the title of lord or heir. It is stripped away  immediately after they are judged. Yet no such thing was listed on the parchment. No Sirius was still listed as an heir. Which was proof that Sirius had never had a magical trial. Otherwise magic would've stripped him of his status. And magic couldn't be fooled especially not goblin magic. But that paper listed more than just his client's innocents. No, near the bottom listed as inheritors should the worse happen. Was none other than Lord and Lady Potters names. Each name had a listed status behind it. The status ranged from alive, deceased, or incapacitated.

In bold black ink the words alive followed their names. Damning any response to his client's so called 'crimes'. If he had to Caspian would reveal that information guilt free. Mr. Black was his client and his priority. If necessary he would reveal their living status. If the two most famous of Mr. Black's victims were alive. It would bring enough reasonable doubt about the events that led to his incarceration. Caspian would save that information like the trump card it was. For now he would use his original plan to call to question the utter lack of investigation. Fudge and his toady Umbridge had just arrived taking their seats. Seeing that the last two missing members were finally there. Caspian tensed in his seat as his eyes met Amelia's. She smiled at him giving him an approving nod.

Reporters and a select few of the general populace packed the chairs behind him. Fudge stood up causing the room to quiet.

"Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot we are gathered here today to write the wrong of my predecessor. We are here for the trial of Sirius Orion Black..." 

Fudge hadn't even finished talking as the room erupted. Shouts of denial and vulgar words sounded around the room.

"ENOUGH!" Fudge shouted with a Sonorous spell.

Quiet shock left everyone frozen as Fudge righted his person.

"As I was saying it has been brought to my attention that there are no trial transcripts for Mr. Black. As your Minister I believe in fairness and justice. Something that has apparently been denied." Fudge said.

Caspian restrain the urge to laugh at that absurd self-serving statement.

"Cornelius he is as guilty as the rest of his rotten family! Are we just going to retry every criminal on technicalities now?" Lady Longbottom said.

Her face was a mask of anger as she glared at Fudge. It was no secret what happened to Alice and Frank Longbottom. Anything tangentially related to deatheaters tended to set her off.

"Augusta, I understand how you feel about deatheaters. I too lost family during their reign of terror. But I also knew Sirius Black, he did everything he could to distance himself from his family. His mother all but disowned him by magic. And let's not forget his loyal service as one of our Aurors. He was also a fierce and loyal friend. The night we apprehended him I recused myself and allowed others to do my job. He was a friend and a co-worker; I didn't want anyone questioning the propriety of the situation. I trusted Minister Marchbanks and my fellow Aurors to do their sworn jobs. They assured me of his guilt and I had assumed that a small trial was held without my presence. But Lord McMillan asked me to get the transcripts for Sirius's trial. I told myself that there was no way he was right. I told myself that McMillan was mistaken...that his accusation was wrong. But those files weren't there, not only that but no file for Sirius exists other than his employee file. He might have hated his family, but Sirius is still the heir of one of Britain's oldest wizarding families. If an heir can go to prison without a trial based the court of public opinion. Then what hopes or rights do we have as lords and ladies?" Amelia said.

The only sound in that room was the scratching of quills from the reporters. Lady Longbottom was silent as she turned away. 

"And this is why Lord McMillan will present his case first. Then the accused will be brought into the room and questioned under Vertiserum. He's been incarcerated for nine years so he cannot resist the effects. After which time we will hold a vote to decide guilt or innocence." Fudge announced.

"Ah, Minister Fudge we're missing the supreme mugwump isn't present." Lord Alarian Brown said.

"If Albus Dumbledore chooses not to answer a Wizengamot summons then that is his problem. This ruling body will not wait for him to show up on his own whim." Fudge stated.

Caspian snorted at the looks of indignation Fudge was getting. Dumbledore's loyal lackies weren't pleased at this ruling. While others who detested Dumbledore smirked at the slight.

"Now without further delay the trial of Sirius Orion Black is to proceed." Fudge said.

He gestured to Caspian to get started. He stood up with the first document of evidence.

"I was contacted by Gringotts saying they needed me to assist in a case. According to bank records Mr. Black is still listed as the Black family heir. Something that shouldn't be possible if he was convicted. I have here in my hands the original letter from Gringotts which is the foundation for my defense." Caspian stated. 

A murmur sounded as he stepped forward presenting the letter. A rune on the desk in front of Fudge glowed as the letter touched it. Copies of the letter sprung up from the desks in front of each Wizengamot member. Minutes ticked by as everyone finished reading.

"My next piece of evidence is the sworn statement of Ms. Edna Fredericks. Ms. Fredericks is in charge of the Ministries Archives. She under the direction of Madam Amelia Bones went looking for Mr. Black's trial transcripts as well as his questioning transcript. Not only was there no trial transcript. No memories of the trial stored. But there was also no record of Mr. Black being questioned...no accompanying memories of his questioning. Ms. Fredericks is in attendance here today and willing to stand by her statement." Caspian said.

He again handed Fudge the document with Ms. Frederick's statement on it. Once again, a shocked silence fell over the courtroom. As each member read their own copy of the statement.

"And you trust this woman?" Lady Longbottom asked sharply.

"I was there in person Augusta for the event in question. Are you going to question whether or not I'm telling the truth?" Amelia said, as she glared at the other woman.

Speculative whispers erupted after the stilted conversation. The reporters, Rita Skeeter in particular, were inappropriately happy at the turn of events.

"I for one believe Amelia and find the need for Ms. Fredericks personal testimony unnecessary. Her written statement is backed by a respected member of our deliberations." Fudge said.

Lady Longbottom looked like she'd swallowed several lemons. Fudge was staunchly against Dumbledore most of the time. Sometimes Fudge did back Dumbledore begrudgingly. But a majority of the time. Fudge was paranoid that the man was out to steal his job. Fudge was a bottom feeder he'd back anyone who kept him in office. His meetings with the Malfoy lord didn't improve Caspian's opinion in the slightest.

"Is there anything else you wish to present Lord McMillan?" Fudge asked. 

"Yes, before my client is presented, I would also like to enter into evidence. The current prisoner manifest for Azkaban prison. For those who aren't our esteemed Wizengamot. The manifest is updated by magic every time someone is sentenced. I would like to point out that out of all the names on that list Mr. Black isn't one of them. I would also like to state here before this court and witnesses. That there are ten cells in Azkaban occupied but not listed on the manifest including Mr. Black's in that number. That means there are nine other prisoners who may not have been given a trial as well. Nine prisoners that may be innocent and suffering in the hell that is that island." Caspian stated.

He handed the manifest to a red-faced Fudge who was sweating. A loud uproar sounded in the room as the citizens and Wizengamot members shouted.

"SILENCE!" Fudge roared, using another Sonorous.

"Minister, this is unconscionable. Once is an accident but ten times it shames the Ministry and the Wizengamot. We can't just ignore that clearly these people have had their rights violated." Amelia pointed out.

"Of course, it is Amelia we will reconvene on another date after some investigation. But this is Sirius Black's trial not former Minister Marchbanks." Fudge said.

The man was pale and sweating profusely. He'd wiped his brow no less than five times since Caspian started.

"Agreed, we are here for Sirius Black only. Any further accusations can wait for proper investigation." Lord Ogden piped up.

Several other members nodded in agreeance to continue.

"The Auror Hopkins and Auror Grey please bring the accused to the court." Fudge said.

Several people tensed up as they felt the unmistakable cold dementors. As the Aurors brought a dirty rail thin Sirius Black in hanging between them. Another Auror was using a lemur monkey Patronus to keep the dementors from following. They placed a shivering clearly out of it Sirius into the chained chair. The magic of the chair restrained the man even though he wasn't struggling at all. Minutes passed by as a healer worked on the man. As she stepped away Caspian caught the now much clearer eyes of Sirius.

"Sirius Orion Black III, you are here to receive a trial in regards to the charges of 16 deaths. How do you plead?" Fudge asked.

"Not Guilty." Sirius said, his voice raspy.

This time nobody protested...no body shouted or even mumbled. Silence stood thick in the air.

"Auror Grey please bring the Vertiserum and an antidote." Fudge said. 

The tall blond woman placed a clearly marked bottle in front of Madame Bones. Who confirmed the antidote was good and left it on her desk. She also inspected the Vertiserum confirming that it was still sealed. Auror Grey then proceeded to administer two drops. And stepped away so Madame Bones could take the lead. She always questioned people under Vertiserum as was her position as head of the Neutral Faction. Anyone not familiar wouldn't know it. But the Wizengamot was broken up between Light, Dark, and Neutral factions. All of which had their respective leaders.

"Now for the control questions. What is your name?" Amelia asked.

"Sirius Orion Black III." Sirius answered.

"What is your birthday?" Amelia asked.

"November 3rd, 1959." Sirius replied.

"The control questions have been answered. Were you the secret keeper for the Potters?" Amelia asked.

"No." Sirius replied.

The courtroom looked stunned like they couldn't believe what they'd just heard.

"If not you then who was the secret keeper?" Amelia asked.

"Peter Pettigrew." Sirius replied.

Shouting erupted at the answer as everything they thought they knew about that night began to shatter.

"Was anyone else present during the binding of the Fidelous?" Amelia asked.

"Yes, besides myself, the Potters, and Peter. Albus Dumbledore bound them." Sirius replied.

Caspian couldn't hold back the smirk on his face as chaos erupted again. Caspian wished he could say that he was surprised. But he really wasn't Dumbledore had his finger in just about everything in the Wizengamot. This was going to be ugly.

"Were you told the secret before the date of the attack?" Amelia asked.

"No, I didn't remember the location until later that night." Sirius replied.

A typical reaction when a Fidelous charm broke. The location would become known to anyone who knew before the charm was sworn. Which meant Sirius didn't know where the Potters were before the charm broke. Two murders less for Caspian to dispute.

"Did you or did you not kill thirteen muggles in pursuit of Peter Pettigrew?" Amelia asked.

"No." Sirius replied.

Silence greeted his statement as yet another 'indisputable' fact was tossed in with the rubbish. That was thirteen more murders that Sirius wasn't responsible for. There was one murder left to dispute. And it could arguably be the most controversial.

"Did you kill Peter Pettigrew?" Amelia asked.

"No, the rat shot a cheering charm at me. Then blew up the street, severed a toe off, and disappeared in his Animagus form." Sirius replied.

Chaos once again sounded as enthusiastic reporters scratched away on parchment and photographed the proceedings.

"What is Peter Pettigrew's Animagus form?" Amelia asked.

"A fat brown rat that is now missing a toe." Sirius replied.

"Before we give you the antidote I have a final question. Will you describe what happened that night in detail?" Amelia asked. 

Sirius recited everything that happened that day including what he'd eaten for the day. Everyone waited with bated breath as Sirius told his story.

"I know I said that was the final question Sirius, but I need to ask four more." Amelia said.

Amelia a visibly deteriorated as the trial had worn on.

"Were you questioned at all after your arrest?" Amelia asked.

"No." Sirius replied.

More shouting and furious scratching of a quills.

"After your arrest what happened?" Amelia asked.

And Sirius did indeed tell them about his short journey to hell that lasted for nine years.

"Have you now or ever been a deatheater?" Amelia asked.

"No." Sirius replied.

"Will you hold up your wrists for the Wizengamot to, see?" Amelia asked.

"Yes." Sirius replied.

Amelia nodded at Auror Grey who adjusted the bindings on the chair. She freed his hands and arms up to his elbows. She also pulled back Sirius's sleeves. They were bare. Caspian saw as everyone blanched in horror. Everyone knew the dark mark couldn't be hidden under spells or charms. Caspian was spitefully glad as several Wizengamot members looked like they would sick up. This was what Caspian wanted to show their world. 

Wizards judged muggles all the time for the littlest things. For all their imperfections, failures, and crimes. Wizards like the people in this very room. Believed they were better than muggles because of who they were. They say that magic, money, and pedigree made them better. Some of the purebloods in this very room. Regarded muggles no better than pets or house-elves. 

But the cold hard truth was that they weren't better. All of those things don't make them better. The muggle legal system kicked the Wizengamot's ass. Their prisons were better and more humane. And everyone got a trial. The greatest flaw of Wizarding government. Was that everyone's personal agenda came before the needs of the public.

"Well, I believe it's time to adjourn. We will be back once we come to judgement. And announce if we will have a continuance." Fudge said.

The Wizengamot filed out into a back chamber. While Caspian and the stunned public were left behind. Auror Grey and her partner took Mr. Black to a holding cell. The members of the Wizengamot would have to brain dead to convict Black. Not after that obviously. 

Amelia Bones - 

Amelia was a true believer in her government and justice. But she could say for the first time she had doubts. She had known something wasn't right that night. And instead pushed her doubts into the back of her mind. She trusted her co-workers and her minister.

And a very obviously innocent man paid for her naivety. Here she was sitting among the others. Silence permeated the room as shock had set in. History books had been written about that night. About the heros who died protecting their child. About Pettigrew the hero who confronted his dark friend. And this whole time it was all so horribly wrong. 

Sirius was the real hero. He put himself in danger to go after a traitor. And he was repaid for his loyalty with unlawful imprisonment. It was...disgusting...it was...She had no words for it. That poor man had suffered for nine years.

"I think I speak for most of us. When I say the the outcome of this travesty is obvious." Fudge said. 

For the first time in a while Amelia saw the man he used to be. The man who had worked hard for even an ounce of respect. The man who used to help other people. Before he became the self-centered politician that he was. 

"Yes, we already know what the verdict is. What we need to do is work on the fall out. This is going to hit the press. And the backlash is going to hit us hard." Lord Ogden said.

"Cornelius handled it well. He started righting the wrongs of Carmilla Marchbanks. We investigate Azkaban. And smooth the rest out." Lord Nott replied.

"Is anyone in favor of lunch?" Fudge asked.

The mere thought of food churned her stomach. Sirius's gaunt form flashed before her eyes. He was so thin. Did they not feed the prisoners enough? Several of the others shook their heads declining the offer.

"Well, if that is all for this discussion. We should render a verdict and reconvene on our prescheduled day next month." Fudge announced.

Amelia sent out a falcon Patronus to Auror Grey. A few minutes later they filed out of the room to see Sirius already back in the chair. The viewing seats were once again packed as they awaited the verdict. 

Caspian McMillan-

Caspian wasn't surprised that it took so little time to convene. Glancing over at Sirius he gave the man a reassuring smile. Sirius for the most part had been still and silent. Which was surprising as everyone who had known him. Knew that he was always a boisterous mischievous person who always had a good-natured smile. The Sirius he had talked to wasn't even close. Withdrawn was a much better way to describe the man's demeanor. He had his head down and his shoulders hunched in. What must that man think of the world? 

Caspian honestly wouldn't blame him if he never trusted anyone again. And the Bombarda Maxima Caspian was going to drop on the man after this. Well...Caspian wasn't a gambling man but even he knew what that outcome would be. 

"Upon discussion among the Wizengamot we've come to a consensus. Sirius Orion Black III, we find you not guilty on the 16 counts of murder you were arrested for. This ruling body apologizes for this gross miscarriage of justice." Fudge said.

The incessant shouting that had become common in this trial was giving Caspian a headache. The chains restraining Sirius to the chair receded. He was momentarily blinded by the camera flashes from the reporters. 

"Minister Fudge I believe we aren't finished. It is due to the Ministries failing that Mr. Black lost years of his life. And not only that but lost everyone close to him. Not a single person who called him a friend ever visited him. He may be from one of the wealthier families of Britain. But he wasn't able to work for nine years. Minister Marchbanks is dead and can't answer for any of her actions. But that doesn't make it any better. Some form of compensation needs to be given. An apology for a situation of this caliber simply isn't a no harm no foul situation." Caspian said.

The room quieted down.

"He's right Cornelius, we may not have been the ones to commit this heinous act. But we are the ones standing here now. We are the ones that have to make this right." Amelia said.

She shot Fudge a pointed look that dared the man to argue. Fudge mopped the sweat off his brow sighing heavily.

"Sirius Orion Black III, will receive 5,000 galleons for every year of his incarceration. For a total of 45,000 galleons in damages. We will also pay for his medical bill and appoint a mind healer. This court is adjourned." Fudge said.

Caspian gathered up his documents shoving them in. He stood and looked at Sirius...who was seemingly frozen solid. His eyes were wide and his hands shaking. Wincing, Caspian carefully touched the man's arm. He wasn't surprised at the lack of reaction. Aurors Grey and Hopkins escorted them through a side door to avoid the mob of people. He was given a box which held everything Sirius had been arrested with. And were usher through security as they were rushed into Amelia's office. He had confirmed that it would be alright to use the floo there. In the event Sirius would be freed. It would directly bypass the public floo stations as well as the lobby. Which would no doubt have a horde of reporters. Caspian threw the floo powder and whisked the two of them away to St. Mungos. 

Sirius still wasn't overly responsive. Initially the nurses wouldn't come near them. Not until Caspian pulled out Sirius's release papers. They still seemed hesitant about treating Sirius. That was until the Administrator came down the hall. He had just received word from Fudge through a floo call. Things moved a whole lot faster as Sirius was whisked away.

"Is he going to be okay?" Caspian asked.

"Well, from the looks of it Mr. Black may be staying with us for quite a bit. Just from looking at him I can tell he's very malnourished. Aside from that it's the possible mental damage I'd be concerned over. He's been exposed to dementors for nine years. I wouldn't wish that fate on anyone. I would say maybe a couple weeks to a month. It really depends on if there is more wrong then what we're seeing. But at minimum a few weeks to get his weight back up so he can leave unsupervised. His healer will know more once his examination is finished." Administrator Simmons replied.

Caspian nodded, as he fell back into a chair outside of Sirius's door. Really he just wanted to go home and soak in a nice hot bath. He wasn't paid for this kind of thing...but Sirius had no one. And that was why he settled in to wait.

Harry- 

"Harry as interesting as my spontaneous translucent form is. The longer I'm like this the more it distresses Loki. Just try shutting it the runes usually deactivate that way." Percival said.

Harry knew he was right but this was something that could lead to Percival's freedom. Surely Loki would prefer Percival whole and in person. But none the less he knew it wasn't fair to the little creature. Loki was still confusedly focus on Percival's phantom form. Every so often distressing squeaks would come out. 

He closed the lid and watched as Percival flickered before vanishing. Going to the bathroom Harry took a wet cloth to the trinket box. As soon as Harry was sure no trace of his blood was left. He opened the lid and stared at the glowing mirror within. Percival appeared after a moment looking as confused as Harry felt. Harry was about to ask him if he was alright when Loki launched himself at the mirror. For one comical second all Harry could see was Loki's butt hanging out the mirror. The mirror was blank for a fleeting moment as Loki disappeared within. Percival reappeared. His hair slightly mussed but he looked no worse for wear. He had a hand braced against his collarbone as if he was holding something. 

Harry didn't have to wonder what as Percival's shirt collar moved. Loki popped out of the opening of his shirt. He cuddled up to Percival his tiny head tucked under the man's chin. Harry awwwed at how cute that was. Before he started feeling horrible again. He'd unwittingly hurt his friend as Harry's curiosity had gotten the better of him. He decided to make sure Loki was either asleep or elsewhere in the future. Harry wasn't going to stop trying to figure out the puzzle that was Percival's prison. But Loki wasn't going to suffer so Harry could experiment with the box.

"Okay there Percival?" Harry asked.

"I got Niffler attacked before I could fully process the feelings. But I did wake up laying on the ground with a spectacular headache. But after some thought I think some of the runes are blood activated. It would be why you never stumbled upon this function before." Percival said.

His thumb started stroking Loki's back. The little Niffler seemed to have dozed off.

"I wonder if maybe it's like a rubik's cube? Sorry you probably don't know what that is. It's a no-maj puzzle toy that's cube shaped. It has colorful bricks that you mix up and the challenge is you have to get all four sides with matching colors. Dudley had one for a while and by that, I mean he tried it once before it gathered dust on a shelf." Harry said, thoughtfully.

"Ah, I don't think Grindelwald knows what no-maj puzzle games are." Percival replied.

Well that might be true but that was only an example of what Harry was thinking.

"No, I mean what if the way to opening the box is a puzzle. Where one has to activate a certain sequence of runes?" Harry said.

It seemed like the type of thing that Grindelwald would do.

"If that's true it's more important than ever that you're careful handling them Harry. Not knowing all of what they do you could end up hurting yourself or me. Tampering too much may even activate trap or cursed runes. Underestimating that man has killed witches and wizards more experienced than you." Percival said, gravely. 

Harry nodded not bothering to argue with the man. What Percival didn't know wouldn't hurt him right? It wasn't like Harry had planned this out! It was an accident! Percival had lectured him enough about the importance of safety. Ferid popped into the room to call him for dinner ending any further discussion.

Sirius-

He couldn't believe the turn of events for the day. Even as his solicitor had told him of the trial he'd been skeptical. But seeing was believing it would seem as he was out of Azkaban. He was wrapped up in a mound of blankets. Rain pelted the windowpanes of his room. His grey eyes flickered to the door as it opened up.

His solicitor slipped into the semi darkness of the room. A flash of light followed by the crash of thunder lit the room. Mr. McMillan was blond with short slicked back hair. He was average in height not too tall or too short. His most prominent feature was his piercing blue eyes. This was the man who had changed his life.

"How are you feeling Mr. Black?" McMillan asked.

Sirius grimaced.

"Better than I was before you brought me here." Sirius replied.

He had a headache, and he was still a little cold despite the blankets he was wrapped in. Sirius suspected that it would be quite a bit of time before the coldness left him. It was the first harsh reality of staying at Azkaban. The drafty poorly kept prison was already cold. The dementors skulking around made it even worse. It was an aching bone deep coldness that seemed eternal.

"I am glad you're doing better. You were a little out of it after the verdict and I was concerned for you." McMillan said.

Yeah, Sirius had been out of it all right. He truly expected to be returned to the prison regardless. Why wouldn't he think that? It wasn't like they had cared about him before. The words 'not guilty' and 'free' were still echoing in his mind. Looking at the man who had saved him, Sirius got the distinct feeling that something was amiss.

"Sirius the goblin who hired me gave me a document that...well...you should read it for yourself. The bottom part has the most relevance." McMillan said.

The man winced before handing Sirius a parchment paper. Glancing down Sirius skimmed the document detailing himself. It was an official Gringotts document that much he'd deduced. It was a broad summary of his accounts. And the bottom would be where his beneficiaries were given his last updated will. His blood frozen in his veins.

Harry James Potter-Unknown

James Fleamont Potter-alive

Lily Jane Potter-alive

Remus John Lupin- alive

"This can't be...they...it..." Sirius trailed off.

"Mr. Black your accounts manager confirmed the document. It was refreshed by goblin magic a few days ago. I'm so sorry...I don't know what to say... But the rest of the world like you thought they were dead. The only people who know are you, me, your account goblin, and the anonymous person who discovered your situation." McMillan said.

His blue eyes were soft as he looked at Sirius with pity.

"No!! No! They wouldn't leave me there...no..." Sirius shouted.

A sob tore itself from his throat as the horror of their betrayal set in. How could they? James was like his brother and Lily....how? Why? He curled into himself burying his face in his knees as his body shook. Gods...Dumbledore and Moony too...Why? Was he really so unlovable that it was easy to discard him on a whim? Why was he never enough?

Rage flooded through him at what they had done. There was no excuse good enough...there never would be. He'd risked everything for them...given every part of himself that he could. And once again Sirius wasn't enough. When would he learn to not recklessly wear his heart upon his sleeve? They never cared about him, if they had Sirius wouldn't have been imprisoned for their murders. And Dumbledore knew about the vow he had sworn it! The thrice damned man was supreme mugwump of the Wizengamot for Merlin's sake. He could've gotten Sirius a trial a lot sooner. And Moony...not once had he come to visit him. 

He realized in that awful moment that his mother was right. Mad laughter bubbled up until he couldn't control it anymore. He vaguely registered an alarmed looking McMillan before he vanished out the door. After what seemed like a lifetime of uncertainty, grief, and untapped fury. He heard voices and turned in time to see the stunner that hit him. The blurry form of his healer was the last thing he saw before darkness took him.