Chapter 7

The grand chamber of the Wizengamot was about as cozy as a dungeon with mood lighting. Which, considering Sirius Black had spent the last eight and a half years in an actual dungeon, was pretty on-brand for the Ministry of Magic. The place was packed with wizards and witches of all shapes and sizes—high-ranking officials who looked like they hadn't smiled in a century, and curious onlookers who were probably there for the free drama. At the center of it all, Sirius Black sat in a very uncomfortable-looking chair with chains that clinked ominously. But instead of looking nervous, he had this gleam in his eyes, like a guy who was ready to drop some serious truth bombs.

Amelia Bones—who, by the way, looked like she could take down a troll without messing up her hair—stood up front. "We're here today to reexamine the case of Sirius Black, who, in case anyone missed it, has been rotting in Azkaban for eight and a half years without a trial. New evidence has come to light, and boy, is it a doozy."

The crowd buzzed like someone had just dropped a box of Exploding Snap cards. Even Dumbledore, sitting up there like the Wizard Supreme (but with a more colorful wardrobe), had to wave his hands a bit to calm everyone down. "We'll hear the evidence and testimonies today. Let us begin."

Amelia whipped out a piece of parchment like it was a winning Quidditch ticket. "First up, we've got the will of James and Lily Potter." She paused dramatically, letting that sink in. "According to this document, Peter Pettigrew—yes, that Peter—was named Secret Keeper. Not Sirius Black."

The room went full gasps-in-wizard. People were exchanging looks like they'd just found out Bertie Bott was putting out an all-broccoli-flavored line of beans.

"And if that wasn't shocking enough," Amelia went on, "the will also clearly states that Harry Potter was never supposed to be placed with the Dursleys." She threw a look over at the Wizengamot that pretty much said, Who thought that was a good idea?

More muttering from the peanut gallery. People were whispering like they'd just found out Voldemort was allergic to cats.

"Next," Amelia continued, still calm as a cucumber, "we have a witness. Remus Lupin." She nodded at Remus, who stepped forward, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. "He didn't know about the Secret Keeper switch, but he can confirm the trust Sirius had with James and Lily."

Remus cleared his throat. "Yeah, Sirius and James were basically brothers. The idea that Sirius would betray him is, well, ridiculous."

"Also," Amelia added, as if she hadn't dropped enough bombshells, "we looked into the trial records of the past decade. Spoiler alert: there wasn't one for Sirius Black."

At this point, Dumbledore looked like he'd just realized he was out of lemon drops. "Mr. Black," he said, his tone serious, "you have the right to speak."

Sirius stood up, and even though he was chained to that chair, he looked like a man ready to take on the world. "I demand to be questioned under Veritaserum." His voice echoed through the room, like a mic drop in a really intense courtroom drama.

Cue more gasps and whispers. The crowd was loving this.

Amelia nodded, clearly impressed. "If the Wizengamot agrees, we'll proceed with Veritaserum questioning. Time to lay all doubts to rest."

And just like that, Sirius was ready to face the truth—literally.

—

After a quick huddle among the Wizengamot members—which looked more like a frantic game of wizarding poker than a serious consultation—Dumbledore cleared his throat and gave the room his best "I'm about to drop some truth bombs" look. "The Wizengamot agrees to your request, Mr. Black. Auror Shacklebolt, if you would be so kind."

Kingsley Shacklebolt, the embodiment of cool confidence, strode forward holding a tiny vial of Veritaserum. It looked like something you'd find in a particularly boring science lab, but in the magical world, it was a ticket to the truth. He approached Sirius, who extended his arm with the nonchalance of someone used to being in tight spots.

Kingsley dropped three precise glistening drops into Sirius's mouth, and within moments, Sirius's eyes took on that glazed, hypnotic look that made him resemble a marionette on a string.

"Let's get this show on the road," Amelia Bones said, stepping into the spotlight like a judge on a particularly dramatic reality show. "State your name."

"Sirius Orion Black," Sirius's monotone voice replied, as if he were reading from a particularly boring textbook.

"Were you the Secret Keeper for James and Lily Potter?" Amelia asked, her voice firm and unwavering.

"No, I was not. The Secret Keeper was Peter Pettigrew," Sirius answered, his voice as steady as a rock.

The crowd's reaction was like someone had just announced that the Chudley Cannons were winning the Quidditch World Cup. Shock, disbelief, and a lot of whispered speculation rippled through the room.

"Did you betray James and Lily Potter to Voldemort?" Amelia pressed, moving in for the rhetorical kill.

"No. I would never betray them. Peter Pettigrew betrayed them," Sirius replied, sounding like he was repeating the plot of a very tragic soap opera.

"Were you responsible for the deaths of the Muggles on the day Pettigrew disappeared?" Amelia continued, her tone never wavering.

"No, I did not kill them. Pettigrew faked his death and killed those Muggles," Sirius answered. The truth seemed to hit the chamber like a Bludger to the head.

Dumbledore, ever the master of solemnity and dramatic timing, cut in. "Did you ever receive a trial for these accusations?"

"No. I was imprisoned without a trial," Sirius said, the injustice of his words making the room feel colder.

The chamber fell silent, as if someone had just cast a spell to freeze time. The weight of the truth, confirmed by Veritaserum, settled over everyone. Looks of shock and dawning realization were exchanged like they were the latest gossip.

With a mix of gravitas and what could only be described as a twinkle of triumph, Dumbledore addressed the assembly. "Given the undeniable evidence and the testimony provided under Veritaserum, it is clear that Sirius Black has been wrongfully imprisoned. The Wizengamot will deliberate, but it is evident that justice must be served."

The deliberation was about as swift as a Nimbus 2000 on a good day, and the verdict was as unanimous as a Gryffindor Quidditch team's victory cheer. "Sirius Black," Dumbledore declared with a flourish, "you are hereby cleared of all charges and exonerated. You are a free man."

As the chains that had bound Sirius disappeared with a magical pop, a wave of relief and jubilation swept through the chamber. The place erupted into cheers and gasps of astonishment, like the final scene of a blockbuster movie where the hero triumphs against all odds.

—

Amelia Bones strode to the center of the chamber, her expression as firm as if she'd just made the world's most difficult decision: choosing between chocolate and vanilla ice cream. "While we've made strides for justice with Sirius Black today," she began, her voice echoing with a no-nonsense tone, "there's another issue that needs addressing. I'm filing a formal complaint against Albus Dumbledore for blatantly ignoring James and Lily Potter's will by leaving Harry Potter with the Dursleys."

The chamber went silent, like someone had just hit pause on a particularly dramatic reality TV show. Dumbledore's face remained a serene mask of calm, but his eyes betrayed a brief flicker of regret—kind of like when you realize you've forgotten to set the DVR for your favorite show.

Sirius, now looking about as free as a phoenix in flight, raised his hand with all the enthusiasm of someone finally getting their chance to rant about a bad book review. "As Head of House Black, I fully support this complaint. Harry should never have been placed with those Muggles. Their treatment of him was nothing short of abusive. This negligence cannot go unchallenged."

The murmurs in the chamber swelled, like the collective gasp of an audience at a cliffhanger ending. Members of the Wizengamot exchanged concerned glances, realizing this was no longer just a personal vendetta but a matter of wizarding ethics and child protection.

Dumbledore, ever the master of measured tones, stepped forward. "I understand the concerns raised and accept the need for a thorough review of my actions. My intentions were always to protect Harry, though I see now that my methods need reassessment. I will cooperate fully with any investigation."

Amelia's gaze could have melted steel. "Good. For now, we must ensure Harry is safe and his parents' wishes are honored."

Dumbledore nodded, and with that, the motion to investigate his actions was officially passed. The trial came to an end, and as the crowd began to shuffle out like patrons after a blockbuster movie, Amelia and Sirius exchanged a look that could have powered a thousand lightning bolts. They knew this was only the beginning, but they were united in their mission to protect and support Harry.

As they left the chamber, Sirius felt like he'd just been handed a new mission—one he was more than ready to take on. He was determined to be the godfather Harry needed, and with Amelia's support, he was set to make up for lost time and ensure Harry had the family and future he deserved. It was going to be a lot of work, but as Sirius knew, when you're battling for a kid's future, there's no such thing as "too much effort."

—

As the trial wrapped up and the crowd began to trickle out, Sirius stepped into the hallway, his newfound freedom feeling as surreal as a daydream. The air outside Azkaban felt refreshingly crisp—like stepping into a giant, invisible air conditioner. His emotions were a swirling mess of joy, relief, and an overwhelming sense of "wait, is this really happening?"

In the midst of the bustling crowd, he spotted a face that was as familiar as his own reflection in a mirror. "Moony!" Sirius shouted, his voice cracking like an old record.

Remus Lupin spun around at the sound of his nickname, his eyes going as wide as if he'd just seen a unicorn juggling flaming torches. "Padfoot?" he breathed, taking a few hesitant steps forward before breaking into a full-out sprint.

The two friends collided in a hug that was tighter than a pair of jeans after a holiday feast. It was the kind of embrace that said a decade's worth of unspoken words and shared heartache.

"I can't believe it's really you," Remus said, pulling back slightly to look at Sirius, his eyes shimmering like he'd just found the last piece of chocolate in the pantry. "When I heard you were free, I thought I was dreaming."

"It's real, Moony. Amelia and the truth finally made it happen," Sirius replied, his voice thick with emotion. "I never betrayed James and Lily. I never betrayed you."

Remus's face was a mixture of relief and regret. "I should have known, Sirius. I should have trusted you. But they told us you were the Secret Keeper."

"I get it, Remus. Peter fooled us all," Sirius said, his tone darkening like a storm cloud at the mention of Pettigrew. "But now we've got a shot to fix things. For James, for Lily, and for Harry."

"Harry," Remus repeated softly, a warm smile spreading across his face like sunshine breaking through clouds. "He's grown up so much. Amelia's been looking after him, but he needs us, Sirius. He needs his family."

Sirius's eyes were as determined as a questing hero's. "We'll be there for him, Remus. We'll give him the family he deserves. And we'll make sure he knows the truth about his parents and their love for him."

As they stood together, their bond stronger than ever, Amelia approached with a look of satisfaction that was only slightly marred by the mountain of paperwork awaiting her. "It's good to see you two back together," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us, but I'm confident we can make a real difference for Harry."

"Thank you, Amelia," Sirius said earnestly, the gratitude in his voice as genuine as a hero's pledge.

"We're all in this together," she replied. "Now, let's go meet Harry and start building the future he deserves."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Sirius, Remus, and Amelia left the Ministry, ready to tackle whatever challenges lay ahead. They were determined to protect Harry, honor James and Lily's legacy, and rebuild the family bonds that had been torn apart by betrayal and loss. And so, their new chapter began, filled with the promise of hope and the courage to face whatever came next.

—

As the trio left the Ministry of Magic, the atmosphere was charged with a blend of relief, anticipation, and that weird, almost hopeful nervousness that comes with new beginnings. Sirius was practically vibrating with a mix of freedom and disbelief, while Remus wore an expression that was a cross between cautious optimism and that look you get when you realize you've forgotten something important.

Amelia guided them to a waiting Ministry car, which seemed to have been borrowed from one of those posh British spy movies—sleek, black, and way too fancy for Sirius's taste. The ride was mostly quiet, punctuated by the occasional murmur of conversation and the hum of the engine, like a lullaby for grown-ups.

Amelia's home was like something out of a storybook—if that storybook had been written by someone with a very good taste in decor and a penchant for warm, inviting spaces. It was a stark contrast to the grimness Sirius had just escaped. This was a place where even the furniture seemed to offer hugs.

As they approached the front door, Amelia turned to them with a kind of serious-but-not-too-serious look. "Harry and Susan should be in the garden. He's been learning to fly a broomstick, and Susan's been helping him adjust to our world. Let's not overwhelm him with too much information all at once."

Sirius and Remus exchanged appreciative nods. They were both seasoned veterans of life's curveballs, but it was clear that Amelia had this one handled with the finesse of a pro. They stepped inside, and Amelia led them through the house, her footsteps light and purposeful.

From the garden came the sounds of laughter and excited chatter. Sirius and Remus exchanged a glance that said, "This is going to be good," before they stepped out into the garden. There, they saw Harry and Susan—Harry, the boy of the hour, was zipping around on his broomstick with a look of pure, unadulterated joy. It was like watching a kid in a candy store, if the candy store was in the sky.

"Harry," Amelia called out, her voice carrying the kind of warmth that could make a cold winter day feel like spring.

Harry landed his broomstick with the kind of finesse that would make any Quidditch player jealous. He turned, his eyes lighting up as he saw Amelia. "Amelia! We were just practicing some flying techniques," he said with a grin that could have powered a small city.

Amelia gestured towards Sirius and Remus. "Harry, there are a couple of very important people here who want to meet you."

Harry's gaze shifted, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of the two men. He recognized Remus from the letter he'd received, but Sirius was a stranger to him. Despite that, something about Sirius's intense stare felt oddly familiar.

"Harry, this is Remus Lupin," Amelia said, her hand resting on Remus's shoulder. "And this," she continued, her voice softening, "is your godfather, Sirius Black."

Harry blinked. "My godfather?" he repeated, stepping forward with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

Sirius's voice cracked a little, betraying the tidal wave of emotion beneath. "Yes, Harry. I was your parents' best friend. I... I couldn't be there for you before, but I promise I'll make it right now."

Remus, always the steady one, stepped forward with a warm smile that was as comforting as a cozy blanket. "It's true, Harry. Sirius and I were both very close to your parents. We've missed you terribly and are so glad to finally be with you."

Harry looked at them, his young face processing this whirlwind of new information. After a moment, he gave them a tentative smile, a spark of hope flickering in his eyes. "It's good to meet you," he said simply, his voice a blend of cautious optimism.

Sirius knelt down to Harry's level, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "It's good to meet you too, Harry. And I promise, we'll always be here for you from now on."

Amelia watched the scene unfold with a smile that could only be described as satisfied. This was the start of something new and hopeful, and she had a front-row seat.

Meanwhile, inside Harry's mind, Drakor, the Klyntar Symbiote Dragon, was having a party. Or at least, that's what it felt like to Harry's mental senses. The dragon was the sort of creature who could find a way to amuse himself even in the middle of the most serious situations.

"Oh, look at them!" Drakor chirped, his voice a lively, almost musical presence in Harry's head. "A touching reunion scene straight out of a cheesy drama. And hey, I'm part of this heartwarming family moment too. Just imagine the headlines: 'Dragon Joins Family Reunion!'"

"Seriously though," Drakor continued, his tone shifting to something more earnest, "we've got a lot to navigate here. But hey, if anyone can handle it, it's us. We're like the Avengers of family reunions. Just remember, Harry, I'm here to keep you safe and, if necessary, make sure you don't trip over your own feet. Or worse—get bored."

As Sirius and Remus began to bond with Harry, the dragon's playful spirit was matched by a deep, protective concern. Drakor might have been all jokes and mischief, but he was fiercely loyal and determined to help Harry build a future filled with hope and happiness.

—

In the sun-drenched garden, Amelia had set up a spread of refreshments that seemed to appear from nowhere, making Harry wonder if she had a hidden career as a magician. Sirius and Remus flanked him like a pair of loyal sidekicks, while Susan hovered nearby with a look of excited curiosity that was both charming and slightly unnerving.

Amelia cleared her throat, which was basically the adult version of a "pay attention" bell. "Harry," she began, catching everyone's attention. "I've already filled Sirius in on your 'friend' Drakor. I think it's time you told Remus and Susan about him too."

Harry glanced at Amelia, then at Sirius, who gave him a thumbs-up. With a deep breath, he started, "So, the night Amelia and Moody found me, something totally unexpected happened. I discovered I have a dragon living inside me. His name is Drakor."

Susan's eyes widened, as if she'd just been told she won a lifetime supply of chocolate. Remus leaned forward, looking like someone who had just heard the best teaser for a new book.

"Drakor isn't just any dragon," Harry continued. "He's a Klyntar symbiote dragon. That means he and I are kinda joined at the hip. He gives me strength, and I can do things like fly without a broomstick."

Susan gasped. "Flying without a broomstick? That's amazing, Harry!"

Remus nodded thoughtfully. "A Klyntar symbiote, huh? That's pretty intriguing. And you say he's been helpful?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, incredibly. But there's more. When Drakor first bonded with me, we discovered another entity inside me. It was parasitic and weakened me."

Amelia's eyebrows shot up. "I wasn't aware of this. What happened to the parasitic entity?"

Harry hesitated, then answered, "Drakor absorbed it. He took its energy and turned it into his own. It made me stronger and got rid of the weakness."

Amelia's eyes were wide with surprise. "That's quite a significant event. I'm glad Drakor could help with that."

Sirius placed a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder. "We'll get through this, Harry. Together. You're not alone."

Susan, still absorbing this wild revelation, spoke up. "You've got us by your side, Harry. We'll face it together."

Remus offered a warm smile. "You've been through so much. With friends and family like this, I'm sure you'll overcome any challenge."

Harry felt a wave of gratitude and affection for those around him. Despite the strangeness of his situation, he knew he was surrounded by people who genuinely cared.

Grinning, Harry added, "Oh, and Drakor's got a quirky side. He's crazy about chocolate. It's basically his favorite food."

Susan giggled. "A dragon who loves chocolate? That's adorable!"

Remus chuckled. "Well, at least he has good taste. Chocolate is one of life's simple pleasures."

Sirius's eyes twinkled mischievously. "You know, with the Black Family fortune, maybe I should start a candy business. We could call it 'Black's Best Chocolate.' We'd make a fortune, and Drakor would always have his chocolate fix."

Harry laughed, picturing Sirius as a chocolatier. "That sounds like a brilliant idea, Sirius. I bet it would be the best chocolate in the Wizarding World."

Amelia raised an eyebrow, amused. "Given Sirius's creativity, I'm sure it would be a success. And it would definitely be a unique venture for the House of Black."

Susan grinned. "Imagine, Sirius Black's chocolate! It would be a hit at Hogwarts."

Remus joined in the laughter. "It's good to see you thinking about the future, Sirius. Maybe it could bring some joy and normalcy back into your life."

Susan, still bubbling with curiosity, suddenly asked, "Harry, can I meet Drakor? I'm really curious to see him."

Harry glanced at Amelia, who nodded encouragingly. He turned back to Susan with a grin. "Alright, Susan. Drakor, would you mind making an appearance?"

With a flourish, a gooey black mass emerged from Harry's clothes, taking shape as a dragon's head that peeked out from Harry's shirt. Drakor's voice, deep and resonant, filled the air. "Greetings, Susan! I'm Drakor, the Klyntar symbiote dragon bonded with Harry. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Susan's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. "Wow, this is incredible! I've read about magical bonds, but this is something else entirely."

Drakor chuckled softly. "Indeed, our bond is quite unique. I'm here to protect and support Harry in every way I can. And I must say, he's introduced me to one of life's greatest pleasures—chocolate."

Sirius laughed heartily. "Drakor's got quite the sweet tooth. Maybe starting that candy business isn't such a bad idea."

Remus nodded, smiling. "It sounds like you and Drakor make a great team, Harry."

Harry felt a comforting warmth from Drakor, a reassuring presence that reminded him he wasn't alone. "Thanks, everyone. Drakor and I are still figuring things out, but it's great to have friends and family who support us."

Amelia placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You're not alone anymore, Harry. We're all here for you. Together, we can face whatever comes our way."

Susan's excitement was palpable. "This is going to be an amazing adventure, Harry. With Drakor by your side and all of us supporting you, there's nothing we can't handle."

Harry nodded, feeling a renewed sense of hope and determination. For the first time, he truly believed that his future was bright and full of possibilities. And, with Drakor's antics and his friends' support, it was going to be one heck of an adventure.

—

The morning sun poured into Barnabus Cuffe's office like a spotlight on a stage, making his cluttered desk look even more chaotic. Quills and parchment were strewn about as if a tornado had hit the newsroom. Barnabus, chief editor of the Daily Prophet and possibly the only person who could make ink stains look professional, hunched over his latest masterpiece. His brow furrowed in concentration, he scribbled away, channeling every ounce of his journalistic prowess.

Finally, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. The headline practically leaped off the page: "Wizengamot Session Shocks Wizarding World: Sirius Black Exonerated, Potter Guardianship Revelations Unveiled." It was the kind of headline that made you want to read the article, even if you had to sacrifice breakfast for it.

With a satisfied nod, Barnabus summoned his ever-reliable messenger owl. The owl swooped down, its eyes gleaming with the promise of impending fame and a minor risk of paper cuts. As it flew off, Barnabus could practically hear the hum of the printing presses gearing up for their daily dose of chaos.

Within minutes, the presses roared to life like a dragon waking from a nap, spewing out fresh copies of the Daily Prophet. The newspaper was now filled with Barnabus's latest scoop, ready to make waves across the wizarding world.

In homes, cafes, and the occasional underground hideout, readers hunched over their newspapers, devouring the details of yesterday's Wizengamot drama. Barnabus's vivid portrayal of the day's events was like a spellbinding tale—if that tale included a lot of legal jargon and political intrigue.

As the ink-stained pages of the Daily Prophet made their rounds, Barnabus Cuffe's name became more than just a byline; it was a symbol of breaking news and journalistic mastery. He had managed to turn the chaotic whirl of the wizarding world into a front-page spectacle, proving once again why he was one of the most respected journalists in the business.

—

The sun had barely started its morning routine of making everything look shiny and new when the Bones Family Estate buzzed with the usual breakfast chatter. Amelia Bones, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin had just settled down at the breakfast table, forks poised for what promised to be a delightful meal. But the arrival of the Daily Prophet changed the game faster than you could say "owl post."

Amelia, ever the epitome of efficiency, snatched the newspaper as if it held the secret to eternal youth. She flipped it open, her eyes narrowing as she skimmed the headlines. The room went silent as her expression shifted from mild curiosity to full-on concern, like someone had just told her that Hogwarts was relocating to the moon.

Sirius and Remus exchanged glances that could only be described as "well, this is just great" level of unease. Sirius's face was a mix of his usual mischievous charm and a serious frown—basically, the look of someone who had just realized that the magical equivalent of a "WANTED" poster had gone up in the Daily Prophet. Remus, on the other hand, looked like he was mentally preparing for a battle of wits with a particularly annoying dragon.

Amelia cleared her throat, a signal that things were about to get a lot more interesting—or troublesome, depending on your perspective. "It seems we have some reading to do," she said, her tone indicating that the news wasn't exactly what she'd hoped to see while enjoying her morning toast.

Sirius, always one for dramatic flair, sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Fantastic. I'm guessing this is one of those moments where we wish we could just go back to bed and pretend the world isn't so messy."

Remus, who was always the more level-headed of the group, nodded in agreement. "I suppose we should brace ourselves. Whatever's in that article might just be the beginning."

As Amelia began to read aloud, the trio prepared themselves for whatever news the Daily Prophet had decided to serve up for breakfast. With a sense of foreboding hanging over them like a particularly ominous cloud, they knew one thing for sure: the day was shaping up to be anything but ordinary.

Wizengamot Session Shocks Wizarding World: Sirius Black Exonerated, Potter Guardianship Revelations Unveiled

By Barnabus Cuffe

In a stunning turn of events, yesterday's session of the Wizengamot sent shockwaves through the wizarding world, as Sirius Black, long believed to be a notorious criminal, was finally exonerated of all charges.

The proceedings began with the presentation of new evidence, meticulously gathered by members of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which cast doubt on Black's alleged involvement in the events of October 31st, 1981. As the evidence was presented, it became increasingly clear that Black had been unjustly accused and imprisoned for crimes he did not commit.

In a historic moment, the Wizengamot unanimously voted to overturn Black's conviction, releasing him from Azkaban Prison after eight and a half years of wrongful imprisonment. The courtroom erupted in applause as Black was freed from his chains, his name finally cleared of the dark shadow that had haunted him for so long.

But the revelations did not end there. In a stunning twist, it was revealed that Albus Dumbledore, revered leader of the wizarding community, had knowingly placed Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, in the care of his neglectful relatives, the Dursleys.

The discovery sent shockwaves through the courtroom, as members of the Wizengamot grappled with the implications of Dumbledore's actions. Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, wasted no time in filing a formal complaint against Dumbledore for his gross negligence in carrying out the wishes of James and Lily Potter.

As the proceedings unfolded, it became clear that Dumbledore's actions had far-reaching consequences, not only for Harry Potter but for the entire wizarding world. Questions arose about Dumbledore's motives and the extent of his influence over the affairs of the magical community.

In the midst of the chaos, one thing remained certain: the truth had finally come to light, and justice had been served. As Sirius Black walked free from the halls of the Wizengamot, a new chapter began for him and for Harry Potter, the boy whose fate had been so callously manipulated.

The wizarding world awaits with bated breath to see what the future holds for Harry Potter and those who stand by his side, as the winds of change sweep through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts and beyond.

Amelia's eyes flitted over the newspaper headlines like she was scanning a new dystopian novel. She let out a sigh that was somewhere between "oh great, not again" and "I need a vacation." "Looks like we've really made an impression," she said, setting the paper aside with the kind of resigned flair you might expect from a character who'd just learned that their favorite TV show had been canceled.

Sirius, who had perfected the art of the brooding look in his spare time, nodded with a somber expression that suggested he'd just received an owl bearing bad news—or maybe he'd just remembered he was out of coffee. "Seems like our troubles are only just beginning," he said, his gaze darkening as if he were auditioning for the role of the brooding antihero in an upcoming magical epic.

Remus, ever the calm to Sirius's storm, placed a steady hand on his friend's shoulder. "We'll face whatever comes our way together," he declared, sounding like a mentor in an inspirational speech. His voice had that reassuring, "we've got this" quality that made you believe even a dragon invasion could be handled with a well-timed quip and a determined glare.

As they sat there, a trio of determination and camaraderie, they knew that whatever came next, they'd face it head-on. It was like a magical adventure where the plot twists kept coming, but their loyalty and friendship were the ultimate plot armor. They were ready for anything, bound together by their shared mission to protect Harry and uphold justice—even if the wizarding world decided to throw them another curveball or two.

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