The following morning Harry was awoken early to find Professor Dumbledore talking quietly with Sirius and Remus in the corner of his room. After hearing the reason for Dumbledore’s presence, Harry wished he would have just fallen back asleep. As it turned out, Professor Dumbledore pulled some strings and had the hearing scheduled for the next day at eight in the morning. Harry would of course need to formally voice his complaints against Professor Umbridge which included retelling about the verbal abuse that she had put him through. Professor Dumbledore would be bringing his Pensieve as evidence and Harry would provide his right hand.

Since Harry was underage, it would be a closed hearing meaning that no reporters were allowed. Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Alastor Moody were allowed to be present due to Professor Dumbledore’s request of protection for Harry.

“Well, at least Alastor will be there to protect Harry, Remy and Siri” Mrs. Potter beamed and Sirius and Remus gaped at her with their mouths hanging open in silent outrage at being the ones protected. “I wonder if I should invite him for a nice home cooked dinner to thank him,” she pondered and James and Lily tried to hold their laughter both at the idea of Mrs. Potter thanking Moody for something he had no idea he would do and at the other two Marauders’ outrage.

 It didn’t matter if the Ministry believed Voldemort was back or not. Harry Potter’s presence at the Ministry was bound to attract attention that Harry really didn’t want.

The day seemed to drag unimaginably. Sirius and Remus tried everything to take Harry’s mind off of the impending hearing. They tried games of chess, picking out material that should be covered in D.A. meetings and light training. The distractions partially worked for a short time but Harry just couldn’t calm his nerves. He knew he was in the right. He knew Umbridge was wrong but facing her and claming as much to the Ministry was a completely different story. Mostly he was afraid that no one would believe him regardless of the evidence.

After a sleepless night, the occupants of Black Manor were out of bed extremely early the next morning. Mad-Eye Moody arrived nearly two hours before the hearing, instructing everyone that it would be best to arrive early. To avoid delays, the floo network was their mode of transportation. Moody went first followed by Remus, Harry, Sirius and finally Tonks. They arrived in a long hallway, full of fireplaces. Harry had never seen so many in one place before.

Once everyone cast a ‘Scourgify’ on themselves to clean the soot they had acquired during travel, Harry found himself surrounded by the four adults. Moody was in front, Sirius was standing to his right, Remus to his left and Tonks was behind as a few wizards emerged from nearby fireplaces.

“See Mrs. P?” Sirius asked. “We are the ones doing the protection.”

“Of course you are,” Mrs. Potter said but the tone she used had Sirius feeling like a five-year-old that had just been praised for capturing his own teddy bear.

 Sirius instantly rested a hand on Harry’s shoulder as they started walking at a brisk but casual pace. Being completely surrounded blocked Harry’s view but at the moment he was too nervous to even think that he was actually in the Ministry of Magic for the first time in his life. Perhaps once everything was over he would take in the sight.

Walking past a large fountain with golden, larger than life-size statues, a circular pool and glittering jets of water that shot up in the air, Harry could hear pops and cracks as witches and wizards Apparated in. Harry obediently followed Mad-Eye Moody to a desk underneath a sign saying Security near a set of golden gates at the far end of the hall. There was tired looking wizard in brown robes reading the Daily Prophet.

“Escorting a visitor who needs discretion,” Moody growled. “His wand has already personalized and can’t be touched by anyone but him.”

The guard shifted his gaze from Moody to Remus and then to Sirius before looking back at Moody. “Follow me,” he said standing up. He walked to a nearby room and moved aside; allowing Moody, Harry, Sirius and Remus enter before him. Tonks remained on guard outside the room. The security wizard approached Harry with a long golden, flexible rod in his hand. He passed the rod up and down Harry’s front and back then looked over at Moody and nodded. “Mr. Potter, could you please show your wand?”

“You know, I think that search at the Ministry is very insulting!” James said.

“How so?” Lily, who had never been to the Ministry of Magic, asked.

“They make you hand your wand!” James cried. “They make you become unarmed in a place full of armed wizards and witches.”

“No one is going to attack you there James,” Mrs. Potter snorted.

“James does have a point,” Remus shrugged. “Why does he have to trust them when they clearly don’t trust him? I understand they have to have security and all but they should do it in a less aggressive way. A Wizard’s wand is very personal.”

With a flick of the wrist Harry had his wand in hand causing the security wizard to jump back in surprise. The teenager watched as the security wizard walked over to a nearby table and picked up a brass instrument that looked like a set of scales but it only had one dish. After a glance at Sirius, Harry placed his wand in the dish and took a step back when the dish started to vibrate. A moment later a thin strip of parchment appeared out of the slit in the base.

The security wizard tore off the parchment and read what was written on it. “Eleven inches, phoenix-feather core, used for four and a half years, correct?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” Harry said nervously causing the security wizard to look at Harry in surprise before motioning for Harry to take his wand back. After re-holstering his wand, Harry let himself be directed out of the room as his guardians and guards took up their original positions.

After walking through the golden gates, Harry followed Moody into a smaller hallway where there were at least twenty lifts that stood behind fashioned golden grilles. There was a large crowd waiting, everyone too trapped in their own world to notice that Harry Potter was present. Harry started to fidget as he waited, his stomach too twisted in knots to ignore. Questions and doubts ran through his head at an incredibly fast rate. He started fearing the worst, his rational thought leaving him quickly.

A hand rested against Harry’s back, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Calm down, Harry,” Remus said softly. “It will be fine, you’ll see. Practice your calming techniques. Focus on what you can control. Getting yourself worked up will only make it worse. Close your eyes.” He waited until Harry did so. “Breathe in slowly.” Harry inhaled. “Breathe out just as slowly.” Harry exhaled. “Remember the painting you gave us for Christmas. Remember Moony, Padfoot and Prongs playing in the forest.”

Mrs. Potter stopped reading as she, Remus, Sirius and Lily stared at James who had closed his eyes and done as instructed to Harry adding motions with his hands when he was inhaling and exhaling.

“Mrs. P, can I ask you something?” Remus asked politely.

“Sure,” she said lost.

“By any chance, did you drop James on his head a lot when he was a baby?”

“No,” she answered shaking her head. “Unfortunately it’s genetic. His father was the same way at that age. It took me a lot of work to make him grow up,” then she looked sympathetically at Lily and mouthed “I’m sorry.”

Harry obeyed Remus’ calm and soft voice. He remembered watching Padfoot, Moony and Prongs playing in the forest. He could almost hear Padfoot barking and Moony howling. It almost felt like he was back at Grimmauld Place watching the three animals run around. His nervousness left him and was replaced by a sense of calm that Harry never knew existed. He barely heard something that sounded like jangling and clattering and felt himself being ushered forward. Opening his eyes, Harry saw that the golden grille had slid back to reveal a lift that was quickly filling with people. Fortunately the group managed to squeeze in, Tonks now in front and Moody in back.

“Only Harry would feel calm thinking of Grimmauld Place,” Sirius said shuddering and Remus rubbed his back.

The grilles slid shut and the lift started to ascend. The sound of chains rattling could be heard which made Harry a little nervous. How old was this thing? Quite conversation broke out amongst the occupants of the lift as a cool female voice filled the air. “Level Seven, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Office Gobstones Club and Ludicrous Patents Office.”

Lily tried to smother her laughter in a pillow but was gathering attention from the others.

“What’s funny?” James asked.

“Oh, nothing,” she said biting her lips.

James took the book from his mother and read the passage again. He shrugged and gave the book to Sirius and Remus who read the passage too. Sirius looked lost but Remus had a look of dawning understanding. He gave the book to Mrs. Potter and said:

“My mom laughs every times she reads something about those offices too,” he told Lily.

“What?” Mrs. Potter asked.

“It’s a Muggle-born thing Mrs. P. They just find it funny,” Remus explained shrugging.

“Oh, come on guys,” Lily laughed. “An Office for Gobstones Club in the Ministry? An office called Ludicrous Patents? You don’t find it strange?”

“No!” James said honestly bewildered and Lily just laughed harder.

“Told you,” Remus said, “Muggle-born.”

The lift doors slid open allowing Harry to see a disheveled-looking corridor that was consumed by various lopsided Quidditch posters on the walls. A few wizards left and the doors closed again. The lift continued upwards again and the woman’s voice once announced: “Six, Department of Magical Transportation, incorporating the Floo Network Authority, Broom Regulatory Control, Portkey Office and Apparation Test Centre.”

“Now see,” Lily pointed out, “Those make more sense.”

The lift doors once again opened and a handful of witches and wizards left. After a moment the doors closed and the journey upwards continued. At the moment Harry was silently wishing that he had asked more questions about today. At least then he could have known what level they would be departing at. “Level Five, Department of International Magical Co-operation, incorporating the International Magical Trading Standards Body, the International Magical Office of Law and the International Confederation of Wizards, British Seats,” announced the female voice.

The doors opened and a few more witches and wizards departed. The crowdedness was finally decreasing allowing everyone to put more space between themselves and the neighbors. The only ones who didn’t take advantage of the newfound space were those surrounding Harry. Several witches and wizards glanced at the group curiously but no one saw Harry so nothing was said. The doors closed and the lift restarted it’s upwards voyage. “Level Four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, incorporating Beast, Being and Spirit Divisions, Goblin Liaison Office and Pest Advisory Bureau.”

Only one wizard departed and the trip continued. “Three, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, including the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Obliviator Head­quarters and Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee” was followed by “Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters and Wizengamot Administration Services.”

“That’s us,” Sirius said quietly.

Harry followed Tonks out of the lift and waited as Tonks and Moody switched spots. Moody was supposed to intimidate anyone from allowing their curiosity to get the better of them. They entered a corridor until they reached the Department of Law Enforcement. Walking into the Department, Harry was amazed to see the dark wood walls that were decorated with portraits of witches and wizards who were looking out proudly. Glancing around Moody, Harry saw a reception desk with a thin, dark brown haired witch sitting behind it.

“Stay here,” Moody growled as he approached the desk. “Harry Potter is here for private hearing against Dolores Umbridge.”

The receptionist instantly stood and gasped as she caught sight of Harry. “Y—you’re early but if you follow me I can take you to the waiting area until everyone arrives,” she said quickly then hurried over to the door to her right and opened it. “This way.” The four wizards and a witch followed the receptionist through the doorway to another hall, stopping as she reached the second door on the right before opening the door. “One of you may remain out in the reception area—”

“—we already arranged that,” Moody growled then looked over his shoulder at Tonks who nodded. “Mr. Potter will be staying with his guardians until his presence is required.”

The receptionist glanced at Harry one more time before nodding and hurrying back to her desk. Before Harry could say anything he was ushered into the waiting room by Sirius. Remus entered after them and closed the door, shutting them off from Tonks and Moody. The room was cozy. Sofas with a brown and deep blue pattern were placed in a ‘U’ formation to allow plenty of room. Paintings were hanging on the wall, no portraits of witches or wizards who would be watching them. A desk was placed in the far corner with parchment, quill and ink. The sight of ink made Harry let out a sigh or relief. He was embarrassed to admit that a small item such as ink could make him feel at ease.

A hand on his shoulder pulled Harry out of his thoughts. “How are you doing, Pronglet?” Sirius asked in a concerned tone.

Harry looked at Sirius and smiled softly. “I’m okay,” he said truthfully. “Is this where your case was held?”

Sirius looked a little uncomfortable. “Well…no,” he admitted. “My case was down in the actual courtrooms near the Department of Mysteries. Those haven’t been used since Voldemort’s last reign. They’re dungeons, actually. There was no way we were going to allow you to be down there for something like this.”

“Oh, Sirius!” Mrs. Potter sobbed and she had moved to hug him again but Sirius was faster this time and he moved quickly from the bed making Mrs. Potter’s momentum miss him and get Remus instead. Mrs. Potter looked at Remus who smiled back at her and the she glared at Sirius who had hid behind Lily’s chair.

“Humph,” Mrs. Potter muttered going back to her chair. “Teenagers! Can’t even show them a little affection.”

Desperate to get his mind off of the upcoming events, Harry sat down and grabbed onto the piece of information that he knew nothing about. “So, what’s the Department of Mysteries?” he asked curiously. “I’ve never heard of that before.”

“No knows exactly what they do?” James said frowning. “Only Unspeakables work there.”

“Must be a very stressful job,” Sirius said. “You can’t even go home and rant about your stupid boss or partner because you’re magically bound not to.”

“And how do you know people have to rant about their coworkers?” Mrs. Potter asked.

“Mr. P does it every night!” Sirius moaned. “If I have to hear one more time about how Smith never follows protocol I’m going to have to go shove whatever protocol guide book they have down Smith’s throat.”

“I never met Smith and I hate him,” James wailed. “The guy is a pain!”

“Hey, do you think he is related to that smart ass Zacharias Smith from the D.A.?” Sirius asked.

“Must be,” James groaned. “It’s genetic!”

“It’s a department that covers top secret material,” Remus answered as he sat down next to Harry. “No one outside the department really knows what they study…well, that’s not really true. No one really wants to know is more like it. The only really known area is prophecies.”

Harry blinked a few times as processed what he had been just told. “Do you mean like the prediction Professor Trelawney made before Pettigrew escaped?” he asked and noticed the glances Sirius and Remus were sharing. He could only imagine witches resembling Professor Trelawney surrounding crystal balls, predicting the deaths of unsuspecting witches and wizards. “People actually believe that sort of thing? I thought Divination was all a bunch of rubbish to scare people into thinking their death was coming.”

“Oh, that’s our mini-Lily!” Sirius said affectionately.

“Don’t you mean mini-James?” Mrs. Potter asked.

“Nope,” Remus said firmly. “That is definitely his Evans’ genes speaking.”

“You tell them Harry!” Lily said firmly.

Sirius let out a laugh. “Don’t hold back, kiddo,” he said candidly. “Tell us what you really think.”

Harry just shrugged his shoulders. “What do you expect me to say?” he asked. “Professor Trelawney predicts my painful death every single class. Do you know how many times I had to keep myself from laughing because Trelawney claimed that ‘the Grim’ will cross my path?” Sirius and Remus tried to hold back their laughter at the comment. “Okay, so she was right once…one time in two and a half years I’ve know her that she’s been right. That really doesn’t enforce confidence in her abilities.”

“Well actual prophecies aren’t foretold often, Harry,” Sirius said truthfully. “Actual predictions tend to come with no warning or planning. Actual Seers are extremely rare. Trust me, the Department of Mysteries know whether a prediction is real or not.”

For some reason Harry could tell there was more to the story but didn’t press the matter. He figured that now wasn’t the time to get in an argument over it. Sitting back against the sofa, Harry started to realize how much he didn’t know about the wizarding world. He learned some of the wizarding laws in his third year because of the adoption battle with Remus being a werewolf. He learned about how matters were before Voldemort vanished years ago from Sirius and Remus but other than that Harry never really pressed for information. Sometimes Harry hated being raised by Muggles.

“Harry has a point,” Lily said. “I mean. You all know this because you live here but we Muggle-borns don’t receive any of this information that you take for granted. There should be a course or something at Hogwarts for Muggle-borns to introduce us to Wizarding laws and life the same way you have Muggle-Studies for wizards.”

“I always thought that too,” Mrs. Potter agreed. “And I also think Muggle-studies should be mandatory for Wizard raised children. It would keep down the prejudice if they understood from where this Muggle-borns are coming.”

“Yes, yes,” James said annoyed. “We’ll go make a revolution on the school system later okay? Lets read now?”

For the next hour Harry waited while trying to think of anything except the hearing. Sirius had resorted to pacing back and forth with was really starting to bother those sitting on the sofa but they bit their tongue. Both Harry and Remus knew that when Sirius was worried, it was best to just let him be. This was one of the times when the dog was overpowering the man. Sirius was in what could only be described as ‘protector mode’, his eyes continuously glancing at the door, almost daring someone to enter.

Finally Sirius couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m going to see what the hold up is,” Sirius said as he walked to the door and opened it. He half turned and looked directly at Remus who nodded at the silent exchange of words before Sirius left, closing the door behind him.

Remus started pushing Sirius away when he had practically glued his face on Remus’ and was staring with wide eyes into Remus’ eyes.

“I’m trying to silently exchange words here Moony!” Sirius protested and Remus just groaned into a pillow.

Harry glanced at his watch and noticed that it was five minutes to eight. So Sirius wasn’t just being impatient. “Do you think something’s wrong?” Harry asked nervously.

Remus wrapped an arm around Harry’s shoulders and pulled him close. “No, I don’t,” he said honestly. “Chances are a member of the Wizengamot was delayed. It happens, especially with a private hearing in a private location. You know how Padfoot is.

“So well,” James said in a suffering tone raising a hand to his temple dramatically. Lily smacked him.

 He wants this matter over with. He wants Umbridge to pay for what she’s done to you. Sirius had been incredibly patient for the past few days

“Which is a miracle on its own,” Remus said wisely and Sirius scowled at him.

but I think everything is finally hitting him. He’s angry, cub, and he doesn’t know what to do with that anger. He’s angry at Umbridge for doing this to you, the Ministry for basically enforcing it and Dumbledore for not stopping it.”

“Too right I am!” Sirius growled. “And they shall feel my wrath!”

“But Professor Dumbledore didn’t know!” Harry protested. “No one did.”

Remus nodded once. “And that is the first mistake most people make concerning Albus Dumbledore,” he said softly. “There are many that believe Dumbledore has the answers to everything; that he is all-knowing but the truth is no one can be. Regardless of the fact that Dumbledore is human, Sirius and I feel like the Headmaster of Hogwarts has failed us. We left you in his care and he failed to keep you safe.” Harry moved to protest. “That is what any parent or guardian would feel if their child was harmed, Harry.”

“Exactly,” Mrs. Potter said approvingly. “Dumbledore doesn’t need to be all-knowing but he does need to keep the children in his school safe. I sometimes think he takes to much responsibility on himself and ends up placing his duty as Headmaster in second place.”

“Mum! This is Albus Dumbledore you’re talking about!”

“So,” Sirius shrugged. “I’m with Mrs. P. Maybe Dumbledore should let Minnie take over as Headmistress. What?” he asked at the bewildered looks. “The Headmaster’s priority should be Hogwarts’ students. I’m not saying he is not a good guy I’m just saying that maybe Dumbledore should let someone that will be focused on the school and just the school take care of it. Dumbledore has the Order, he has the Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards. He has to be the General of the war. Maybe he should delegate a little.”

“Well said Sirius,” Mrs. Potter said approvingly.

The sound of the door opening made both Harry and Remus jump to their feet however it wasn’t Sirius who entered. It wasn’t Tonks, Moody or even Professor Dumbledore. It was Professor Umbridge. She was wearing a fluffy pink cardigan over her robes similar to the one she wore the first day of classes. She had a strange smile on her face that made Harry feel incredibly uneasy. He didn’t like that smile, not one bit.

“Hey! Get out of there hag!” Lily cried.

Remus instantly pushed Harry behind him to protect the teen and pulled out his wand. “I think you have the wrong room, madam,” he said tensely. “Please leave.”

“Please? Please?” Lily moaned distressed. “Remus! Please?”

“There is no reason to be rude even in dire circumstances,” Remus said primly.

Sirius and James couldn’t help it. They had to laugh.

Professor Umbridge’s eyes narrowed at the sight of Remus as she closed the door behind her. “You have no place telling me what to do, werewolf,” she said coldly as she pulled out her wand. “I suggest you leave the humans to talk and find a moon to howl at.”

“You, you,” Mrs. Potter said disgustedly, “Horrible woman. Don’t talk to Remy like that!”

Harry could barely hold back the urge to attack Umbridge. He hated it when people ridiculed Remus because he was a werewolf. In Harry’s mind Remus was one of the best people he had ever met.

“Thank you cub!” Remus said blushing.

He hated that some people were so blinded by blood to realize that there was more to a person than what cards fate had handed them. “I choose my own company, Umbridge,” Harry said firmly. “Psychotic Ministry fanatics are not among those I associate myself with.”

Cheers were heard from all members of the reading group.

“That’s my son!” James cried proudly.

A flash of red light shot out of Umbridge’s wand and hit Remus squarely in the chest. Remus fell backwards, taking a surprised Harry with him as they both fell to the floor. With a flick of his wrist Harry had his wand in hand and pointing at Umbridge as he rested his free hand on Remus’ chest to make sure his guardian was still breathing. He could feel his anger coming to a boil. Umbridge had crossed the line. She had attacked Remus.

Sirius and James had lunged themselves at the book and were held back by Remus and Lily respectively.

“Moony! She attacked you!” Sirius cried. “She deserves to die!”

“Yes, I am very touched about that but attacking Mrs. P is not the answer,” Remus said firmly putting Sirius back on the bed. He looked and saw Lily had James under control though both black-haired boys were glaring viciously at the book.

“Put that away, Mr. Potter, before someone is hurt,” Umbridge said coolly. “I see that your…guardians have poisoned your mind in a matter of a few days. Disrespecting your elders and spouting lies, Mr. Potter. Perhaps that is why they still keep you around. You easily believe everything they say.”

“Shut up!” Lily cried furiously. “Haven’t you done enough?”

Harry didn’t move. He wasn’t going to let Umbridge influence anything he did or thought any more. “You’re not my teacher anymore, Umbridge,” Harry said confidently. “You have no power of what I do or what I believe. I’m warning you, leave now or I’ll be forced to defend myself. I believe you remember the events that happened on the train before the term started. I have survived facing Death Eaters and Voldemort. You are nothing compared to them.”

“Why you pathetic little liar!” Umbridge cried. “Crucio!”

Mrs. Potter dropped the book shocked and no one noticed since they were all opened mouthed gaping at the fallen book.

“She, she-“ James stuttered and Lily slowly came out of her daze and caught the book to keep reading.

Harry’s reflexes were already reacting. “Protego Maximus!” he shouted. A semi-transparent blue tinted shield appeared at the end of Harry’s wand. As quickly as possible, Harry focused on pushing his strength through his wand and into the shield. He could feel the curse striking and slowly breaking through the shield. The shield wasn’t going to hold off the Unforgivable Curse for long. Sirius! Please help me!

“Yes Sirius!” James cried grabbing his friend. “HELP!”

A warm sensation pressed itself against Harry’s chest as he pushed more and more of himself into the shield. Sweat started to form on his forehead. His breathing started to quicken. He could feel himself weakening but he forced the shield to remain. Just when Harry felt like he had nothing left to give a wave of power filled his body, filling the room with blinding white light. Umbridge dropped her wand and tried to shield her eyes. Harry instantly banished the shield and rose to his feet.

The door quickly swung open but Harry paid it no mind. His attention was completely on Umbridge and the frozen curse between them. “If you ever come near me or my family again, Umbridge, you will regret it,” Harry said forcefully. “You are no better than Voldemort. You have dug your own grave by casting an Unforgivable Curse on me and attacking one of my guardians.” With his left hand, Harry motioned for Umbridge’s wand and it flew out of her reach. His opponent was unarmed the threat should be over but the desire for revenge coursed through him. He had never felt anything so powerful before. Harry quickly pushed the feeling aside, touched the middle bead of his suppression necklace and whispered: “Activate.”

“Oh Harry, Mummy is so proud of you!” Lily sobbed and James rubbed her back. Mrs. Potter cooed at the scene.

In the blink of an eye Harry felt his strength leave causing him to fall to his knees as the curse shot through the air over his head, breaking a vase. Everything started to spin. Harry closed his eyes to prevent himself from losing his stomach as he felt arms wrap around him and guide him into something firm. He couldn’t move on his own; he didn’t have the energy to do anything at the moment. A hand tilted his chin upwards causing his head to fall backwards against an arm. Harry let out a soft moan as a cool hand touched his forehead. A bitter liquid was poured in his mouth as a gentle hand started massaging his throat making Harry swallow the liquid reflexively. Slowly Harry could feel the muddiness fading as a fraction of his strength returned. Opening his eyes partially, Harry instantly saw the worried faces of Sirius and Remus looking down at him.

“Remus, Sirius, there is a healer on the way,” Professor Dumbledore said as he came into Harry’s line of sight. “I would like Harry and you, Remus, to be examined as soon as possible.”

Remus shook his head as he grasped Harry’s hand. “Dumbledore, I’m fine,” he insisted. “I was just stunned.” He looked at Harry and shook his head. “I’m so sorry, cub. I should have protected you better. I can’t believe she of all people managed to surprise me. I didn’t even hear a spell.”

“Moony!” Sirius cried. “Stop blaming yourself! Are you going to pull a Harry now?”

“No words,” Harry muttered tiredly as he slowly blinked. He could feel oblivion coming, fighting with his will to stay conscious. “She didn’t say the spell.”

Sirius tightened his hold on his godson as he started to rock back and forth. “Its okay, Harry,” he said in wavering voice. “You’re going to be okay. We’ll get everything straightened out then we’ll go back home, where it’s safe. I’m never letting you out of my sight again. I’ll teach you everything myself if I have to.”

“Yes!” Sirius nodded. “Stay where it’s safe!”

“Hum, Sirius,” Mrs. Potter started slowly. “You can’t lock the boy inside forever. Believe me, I’d love to do that to you boys in this troubled times. But you just can’t.”

“Why not?” Sirius cried. “It’s safe!”

“I know,” she said smiling kindly. “But a boy needs to have some liberties. He needs his friends. Would you like to be locked away from Jamie and Remy?”

“No,” he mumbled mutinously crossing his arms.

That pushed aside any thought of passing out. He had heard Sirius talk like this before, at the beginning of the summer holidays to be more exact. It had taken the entire Order nearly two weeks to convince Sirius that keeping Harry locked away in Black Manor for the rest of his life wasn’t a feasible notion. “Sirius, I’m okay,” Harry said as he tried to sit up and eventually did with help from Sirius and Remus. He straightened his glasses on his face and looked at his guardians with a grin. “I felt the pendant, did you?”

Sirius nodded as he ruffled Harry’s hair. “I sure did,” he said. “Are you sure you’re all right? You look exhausted.”

“Well, of course he is!” Lily cried exasperated. “He just had an outburst.”

“Okay Lily,” James tried to soothe her. “They know. They have a Healer coming.”

Harry nodded as he rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses. “I overpowered the shield again,” he admitted. “It took a lot out of me. I think that’s the only reason the outburst came.” Harry glanced around and noticed that they were alone. “Where did everybody go?”

Remus and Sirius helped Harry to the sofa, allowing the teen to sit upright without aid from a person. “Alastor’s securing Umbridge, Dumbledore’s calling for a Healer and Tonks is right outside to allow us some privacy,” Sirius said as he sat down next to Harry. “That was the only curse she cast, right? You weren’t hit with anything, were you?”

Harry shook his head. “I wasn’t hit with anything, I swear,” he said as he leaned against Sirius’s shoulder. “So much for things going as planned.”

Sirius laughed while Remus let out a chuckle. “Harry, we’ve come to realize that with you, nothing ever goes as planned,” Sirius said candidly. “You have this habit of keeping us on our toes.” A brief silence filled the air as Remus sat down across from Sirius and Harry. “And I don’t mean that in a bad way,” Sirius added.

“Just like his father,” Mrs. Potter mumbled.

“So I keep you on your toes mum?” James asked grinning.

“Since the day you were born,” Mrs. Potter huffed.

The sound of the door opening made Sirius and Remus grab for their wands and jump to their feet only to relax at the sight of an amused Dumbledore standing in the doorway. “I assure you, I mean no harm,” Professor Dumbledore said pleasantly then stepped aside to allow a tall and lanky, dark haired wizard dressed in attire similar to what Harry had seen at St. Mungo’s a few days ago. “Healer Saunders is here to examine Harry and Remus.”

The Healer entered the room, carrying a small black bag as he pulled out his wand. He waved his wand over Remus first and then motioned for him to sit down. “Slightly agitated and exhausted, Mr. Lupin,” Healer Saunders said professionally as he reached in his bag,

“Of course I’m agitated!” Remus cried annoyed. “That woman tried to Crucio my cub!”

“Moony, the Healer is trying to help,” James said cautiously.

“Well, he should stop pointing out the obvious!” Remus huffed.

 pulled out a vial and handed it over. “A Calming Draught and a good amount of rest once you return home.” He then hurried over to where Harry was sitting on the sofa and waved his wand over Harry before gasping in shock. “Mr. Potter! How in the world have you managed to magically and physically exhaust yourself to such a state? It’s a miracle you’re still awake!”

“I’m fine,” Harry insisted, knowing that the statement wasn’t going to be believed with what the Healer just revealed. He was tired but at the moment he was running on pure stubbornness not to fall asleep. The sooner this entire mess was over the better for everyone. “Just give me a Pepper-Up Potion so we can start the hearing.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mr. Potter,” Healer Saunders said as he glanced over at Professor Dumbledore. “I can’t risk increasing the exhaustion and pushing you into a coma. If you were my patient at St. Mungo’s I would confine you to bed rest.” He turned to Sirius. “Is it really necessary for Mr. Potter to be present for this hearing, Mr. Black?”

Sirius let out a frustrated sigh. “Unfortunately,” he said. “Harry’s statement is needed to validate the charges.”

Healer Saunders reached into his bag and pulled out four vials of different colored potions before standing up and handing them over to Sirius. “I suggest you make it quick then,” he said seriously. “Calming Draught, Dreamless Sleep, Nutrient Supplement, and Rejuvenation Elixir. The Calming Draught is for the hearing if he should become agitated. The Dreamless Sleep for when you get back home—spread it out for two doses. The Nutrient Supplement should be given before the first dose of Dreamless Sleep. He will need one sip of the Rejuvenation Elixir over the next week to ensure his magical levels return to normal before he returns to school. I recommend plenty of bed rest in a stress-free environment.”

“Stress-free is going to be hard to achieve,” James mumbled.

Sirius nodded. “Thank you,” he said and handed the vials over to Remus who cast an unbreakable charm on the vials before pocketing them.

Healer Saunders nodded before closing his bag and leaving the room. Sirius retook his spot at Harry’s side allowing the teen to once again lean against his shoulder. Harry wasn’t surprised by the diagnosis. He had been given it plenty of times last year when his outbursts had been completely unpredictable. Thinking about it, Harry figured that this outburst wasn’t nearly as bad as the one he had in September but he wasn’t about to tell anyone that. The only person who knew how bad that one had been was Professor Dumbledore.

“I believe Wizengamot is ready,” Professor Dumbledore said from the doorway. “Are you able to walk, Harry?”

Harry nodded and stood up with help from Sirius and Remus. He was instantly hit with a wave of dizziness and had to close his eyes. Hands gripped him underneath his arms and held him upright. Once the dizziness passed, Harry opened his eyes again and saw Professor Dumbledore’s twinkling blue eyes. “Let’s get this over with,” Harry said with as much conviction as he could muster.

“Are you sure Harry?” Professor Dumbledore asked with a concerned tone to his voice. “The Wizengamot would understand if you were unable to attend. By now I am certain that everyone that will be present has been told about the attack. Also, before you ask, I have requested that Dolores Umbridge not be present at the hearing for Harry’s safety. You will give your deposition, Harry, and the evidence will be viewed before you are asked to leave. Dolores will then follow the same procedure. You will be called back in for the final decision.”

“What is being done about Umbridge attacking Harry and Remus?” asked Sirius.

Professor Dumbledore let out a sigh. “As unfortunate as the event was, it does work in our favor,” he said truthfully. “Her wand serves as proof that an Unforgivable was cast. She will face punishment for that. Dolores was instructed to stay away from you, Harry. Her disregard of the Wizengamot’s instructions will clearly go against her.”

“Excuse me,” James asked bewildered. “She cast an Unforgivable on another human being. That is life in Azkaban.”

“She didn’t succeed,” Mrs. Potter said. “Which means she will probably get out with a reduced sentence for that.”

With help from Sirius and Remus, Harry followed Professor Dumbledore to a room that had a large rectangular table where four wizards and three witches were already seated, all wearing plum-colored robes with a silver ‘W’ on the left-side of the chest. Harry quickly recognized Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, sitting in the center and Percy Weasley seated to the far left. They were the only two Harry recognized and the only two who had looks of contempt on their faces. Everyone else was watching Harry with looks of sympathy.

In front of the large table there was a smaller rectangular table with four empty chairs. Sirius and Remus ushered Harry to the second chair from the left before taking their own seats, Remus to Harry’s left and Sirius to Harry’s right. Professor Dumbledore sat down in the remaining chair next to Sirius. The moment Harry sat down he let out a relieved sigh, feeling significantly more stable sitting down than standing. Just hold on. You can do this. Sleep can come later.

“Professor Dumbledore,” one of the witches said curiously. “Are you certain Mr. Potter is up for this today? He appears to be on the verge of passing out.”

“Delaying the proceedings wouldn’t be feasible, Madam Bones,” Professor Dumbledore said evenly. “I believe we all want this matter dealt with as quickly as possible.”

“Yes, yes, let’s get started,” Fudge said impatiently. “We are here today to investigate the charges made by Sirius Orion Black and Remus Jonathan Lupin,

James chuckled.

“What could you possibly find funny here James?” Mrs. Potter asked annoyed.

“Moony’s and Padfoot’s names,” and he kept laughing.

“Humph,” Remus huffed crossing his arms. “He always laughs. I don’t understand what’s so funny about Remus Jonathan Lupin.”

“It’s so pompous,” James straightened puffing his chest, “Hello, I’m Remus Jonathan,” and he fell laughing.

Lily smacked James lightly but she was smiling.

“I understand Remus Jonathan but there is nothing wrong with Sirius Orion Black,” Sirius said flatly. At this pronouncement all the other members of the reading group burst out laughing.

guardians of Harry James Potter against one Dolores Jane Umbridge. The charges are abusing the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and High Inquisitor, using an illegal blood quill on a student and verbally abusing a student. Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Court Scribe, Percy Ignatius Weasley—”

“—we know who’s here, Cornelius,” Madam Bones interrupted. “Let’s get started with the deposition.”

Fudge cast an annoyed glance at Madam Bones before looking directly at Harry, his eyes void of any sort of compassion towards the teen whatsoever. “Mr. Potter, in your own words, explain the reason for the charges that have been filed against a member of the Hogwarts staff and Ministry of Magic,” he said coolly.

Harry inhaled deeply and instantly felt Sirius and Remus grab hold of his hands, serving as a reminder that he wasn’t alone. “Professor Umbridge signaled me out from the moment I stepped into her classroom,” he began in a soft but firm voice. “She took every chance to ridicule my guardians in front of me and my classmates for who they were and what they have done. When I wouldn’t respond to her attacks, she cornered me in the corridor near the Gryffindor Tower before curfew and demanded to know where I had been then assigned me detention when I told her I had been in the library. The following night I was instructed to write ‘I must not tell lies’ with a special quill that needed no ink, only my blood as the same words were carved into the back of my hand. The detention started at five in the evening and lasted until midnight. After looking at my hand, Professor Umbridge wasn’t satisfied with the results. I was given two more nights of detention.”

“What reason did Professor Umbridge give you for these detentions, Mr. Potter?” Madam Bones asked curiously.

“Lying,” Harry answered truthfully. “She didn’t believe I had been in the library.” Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Professor Dumbledore give him a reassuring nod before returning his full attention to the Wizengamot members in front of him. “After Professor Umbridge had been made High Inquisitor, she started assigning me detentions approximately two times a week. The reasons varied from talking too loud with my friends to not paying attention in class when we had been reading our text books the entire time. However, these detentions were different then the previous ones. In addition to mutilating my own hand, Professor Umbridge took it upon herself to inform me what a trouble-making liar I was. According to her, she was the only one who saw what a burden to the wizarding world I was and it was only a matter of time before my guardians realized it and gave me back to my uncle so he could ‘discipline’ me like he used to.”

Silence filled the room. No one seemed to be expecting Harry to say that. Finally, Madam Bones cleared her throat and looked directly at Professor Dumbledore. “Headmaster, I believe when you announced the charges on behalf of Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin you claimed that you had Mr. Potter’s memories of the detentions in a Pensieve?” she asked, her voice nowhere near as firm as before.

“That is correct,” Professor Dumbledore said evenly as he reached in his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a red cube. With a wave of his wand, the cube changed shape and enlarged into the Pensieve Harry had seen a few days ago. “I will, of course, request that I am present for the viewing on Harry’s behalf. Experiencing these detentions once was enough for him.”

“You mean once was one too many don’t you Dumbledore?” Lily asked glaring daggers at the book.

“How do we know these are indeed Mr. Potter’s memories, Dumbledore?” Fudge asked skeptically.

James fidgeted in his spot and strangled a pillow. He tried biting it but when that wasn’t enough he begged, “Can I please, please, smack Fudge around a little?”

“No, James,” Mrs. Potter said firmly but she had a little evil smile, “Though I think I might send him a little piece of cake as a treat through Harold tomorrow. After all they do work in the same department,” at the horrified look she added innocently, “Now, if some potion that did something not life threatening but lets say; humiliating, just happened to get in my cake by accident, how could I have possibly known?”

The four teens traded very gleeful grins.

“I think Mrs. P, that you should send cake to the whole department and maybe just make sure you let Mr. P know which piece is for Fudge,” Lily smiled innocently. “You don’t want people thinking something completely untrue about your cake.”

“You are so right,” Mrs. Potter beamed at the girl.

Harry pulled his hands free and started to rub the back of his right hand nervously as he tried to blink the tiredness he was feeling out of his eyes. “Trust me, they’re mine,” he said with a slight shudder.

The Wizengamot members eyed Harry’s curiously for a moment before Madam Bones stood up. “Mr. Potter, may I see your right hand?” she asked as she walked around the table and approached. Harry nodded and held out his hand which she took a hold of and looked at it closely. “Mr. Weasley, let the record show that Mr. Potter has the words ‘I must not tell lies’ engraved into the back of his hand.”

“As entertaining as this is, I’m afraid we simply can’t ‘trust you’ Mr. Potter,” Fudge said stubbornly as Madam Bones retook her seat. “You are the only student from the entire student body at Hogwarts to claim that Professor Umbridge has been anything except an eminent teacher.”

“Humiliating and very uncomfortable,” Mrs. Potter grunted.

“If she was such an ‘eminent teacher’ then why did she just attack me with an Unforgivable Curse, Minister?” Harry countered, his patience with Cornelius Fudge wearing thin. “I hate to point fingers, sir, but you were the one to give Professor Umbridge the power to overrule every teacher at Hogwarts because she didn’t agree with two students losing their position on the Quidditch team for physically attacked me.”

“You tell them Prongslet!” Sirius cried.

“That is enough, Mr. Potter,” Fudge scolded angrily. “You have no right to judge the decisions I make for the good of the wizarding community.”

Is it the wizarding community or your future as Minister that you’re trying to protect? Harry mused. “You’re right,” he answered with a shrug. “I have no right to question your decisions. I have no right to question the decisions made by anyone older than me, isn’t that right, Minister?” Silence. “Professor Dumbledore stood up for me after the third task and received a public backlash from you because you refused to believe what happened to me. I have learned from you and Professor Umbridge that if you don’t share the beliefs of those in authoritative positions you either stay silent or face their wrath. Now perhaps you understand why I remained silent about this until my guardians discovered the scars on my hand. Fortunately, I have two guardians who don’t care what you think and are determined to do what’s right regardless of the consequences.”

“Yay for Padfoot and Moony!” James cried clapping and Mrs. Potter and Lily cheered loudly. Remus blushed violently but Sirius basked on the praise.

Madam Bones cleared her throat. “Well, Mr. Potter, you have certainly left us with much to discuss,” she said diplomatically. “I believe that is all we need for now. You may leave with Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin while we view the detentions from the Pensieve.”

Sirius and Remus helped Harry to his feet, pausing for a moment when he started to sway as a wave of dizziness hit. Closing his eyes, Harry felt Sirius and Remus grab hold to stabilize him. He could finally feel the exhaustion setting in. He had no idea how he managed to hold it off for as long as he had but he was certainly paying for it now. Harry seriously doubted that he would be able to stay awake while the Wizengamot looked at his memories and heard Umbridge’s statement.

“Auror Tonks, I would appreciate it if you would accompany them to the waiting area,” Professor Dumbledore said pleasantly. “A little extra security couldn’t hurt.”

“Especially if they let Psychotic Ministry Employees loose,” Remus grumbled.

Harry looked up and noticed that Tonks and Moody had been waiting by the door. That surprised him. He didn’t even hear them come in which was either saying a lot for Tonks or it was pointing out just how out of it Harry was. With as much strength as Harry could muster, he walked out with Sirius and Remus holding him under his arms. Slowly, they returned to the waiting room with Tonks leading the way. She was trying her best to maintain the role as a protector but anyone could clearly see that Tonks was more worried about Harry than her duty as an Auror at the moment.

“Nymphadora is such a dear,” Mrs. Potter cooed.

“I am glad she likes Harry so much,” Lily praised.

“But I wouldn’t call her Nymphadora to her face,” Remus whispered to the other two boys who nodded.

Upon entering, Harry couldn’t help but notice that someone had been busy while they had been gone. Waiting for them was a variety of snacks and flasks filled with Butterbeer, pumpkin juice and spiced cider. The strong aromas of sweet and spicy filled the room but it wasn’t too overwhelming. Sitting down on the soft sofa, Harry finally allowed his mind to drift as he could feel darkness taking him. He had done everything he could. All he could do now was hope that the Wizengamot believed him.

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“What do you think is taking so long? It’s been three hours.”

“It took us four hours just to view the detentions, remember? Just be grateful that Harry’s resting.”

It took a moment for Harry to figure out that his head was lying on something firm while the rest of his body was on something soft. A blanket was covering him, making Harry feel a little warm. His glasses and shoes had been removed along with his wand holster. Pulling his blanket tighter, Harry buried his face into his firm pillow, ready to fall back into oblivion. He felt exhausted and extremely sore. At the moment, no movement seemed to be an extremely good idea.

A hand started to run through his hair in a calming motion. “Do you think he’s angry with me, Padfoot, for failing to protect him?” the voice of Remus asked softly. “I never thought Umbridge would actually strike out at us…I never thought she would use an Unforgivable.”

James swatted Remus head.

“Ouch, what was that for?”

“For being dumb.”

“You and me both,” Sirius said with a sigh. “As far as Harry is concerned, no I don’t think he’s blames you for what happened. He knows you did everything you could to protect him.”

“Of course he does,” Sirius said firmly. “Listen to what I say!”

“Only in this occasion Remus,” Lily said cautiously. “Please feel free to not pay attention to anything else Sirius might say like that whole having a swamp on the fifth floor issue.”

“Ah, my swamp,” Sirius sighed dreamily.

“I had to remind him,” Lily moaned.

“But it wasn’t enough,” Remus muttered. “I really don’t know how to deal with this. Harry’s being attacked from his classmates, his teachers, the Ministry, Death Eaters, and Voldemort. What happens next time when we’re cornered by Death Eaters or Voldemort? We can’t rely on an outburst to protect him in the future.”

“What are you saying, Moony?” asked Sirius.

“I think I should talk to Dumbledore about adding security to Hogwarts,” Remus said softly. “I know the members of the Order all have their own duties but I don’t think it would hurt to have at least one person at Hogwarts to help with keeping matters under control.”

“Good idea!” James beamed.

“You know, just a little push and I think we can make Moony see the light with me and the whole safe-house idea,” Sirius said satisfied.

“No, please, don’t,” Mrs. Potter moaned.

The sound of the door opening halted the conversation. From the sound of the voices Harry had figured out that he was lying on Remus’ leg and Sirius was sitting nearby. He heard Sirius rise to his feet and move. Shifting slightly, Harry groaned as the simple movement reminding him stiff muscles. A hand gently rubbed his pack, pulling Harry the remainder of the way to consciousness. Slowly, Harry opened his eyes as he rolled onto his back and looked up to see a somewhat blurry Remus looking down at him.

“Don’t worry, cub,” Remus said with a grin. “It’s just Tonks. She’s been keeping us informed for the past few hours. Tonks spoke to Alastor and apparently Umbridge’s deposition didn’t go too well even with Fudge trying to help her out. We don’t know the details but we’re optimistic that everything will go our way.” Remus repositioned his body as he slid Harry’s glasses on the teen’s face. “So, how are you feeling?”

Harry blinked a few times as everything came into focus. His mind wasn’t completely awake yet so it took him a few moments to process everything Remus said. “I’m okay,” he said tiredly. Covering his mouth to hide a yawn, Harry rolled onto his side, biting back a wince as his muscles protested at the movement. “How much longer ‘til we can go home?”

Remus let out a laugh and once again ran his fingers through Harry’s hair. “I don’t know, cub,” he said in an amused tone. “It shouldn’t be too much longer but it all depends on how stubborn Fudge is going to be. After everything that has happened today it’s going to be extremely difficult for the Wizegamot to allow the Minister all of the freedoms he’s had for so long. I can’t tell you how proud we are of the way you handled yourself today, Harry. I know you’re parents would be proud of you too. In a matter of minutes you managed to bring to light everything the Order has been trying to do for months. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Fudge’s face so red before.”

“We are bursting with pride Harry,” Lily beamed.

“Very proud!” James cried.

“Me too,” Mrs. Potter said. “Even though no one ever says that your grandparents would be proud,” she huffed.

Harry shrugged his shoulders as much as he could. “I just wanted them to believe me,” he said softly. Harry could already feel himself drifting back off to sleep again. “I didn’t mean to sound rude—”

“—don’t worry about it,” Remus said reassuringly. “You said what was needed. Fudge was completely out of line. If you hadn’t said something I know Sirius and I would have, Dumbledore would have. Fudge was just trying to save himself from scrutiny, which he failed miserably at. He didn’t earn any sympathizers today with the way he was acting.”

Sirius knelt down and gave Harry’s shoulder a squeeze. “We have a slight problem,” he said in annoyance. “A decision has been made but the hag is going to be there. She doesn’t have her wand but I don’t like this one bit. Tonks assures me that the hag will be restrained, like that will do any good.”

Remus just shook his head and rubbed his tired eyes. “I don’t like it either but there’s little we can do about it,” he said calmly. “The accused and accuser need to be present for the decision. It’s standard policy. Just remember that there’ll be a lot more protection this time. There’ll be five members of the Order present who will hex Umbridge into oblivion if she even tries to do something.”

“Yes,” Sirius said gllefuly rubbing his hands. “Just give me one tiny excuse. Please!”

Harry had to admit that Remus had a point. It would be suicide for Umbridge to try anything with so many people in the room, not that it mattered anymore. “Let’s just get this over with,” he said as he rolled onto his back once again and tried to sit up but failed miserably. He tried again and felt hands help him into the sitting position, breathing in sharply at the quick movement. After a few calming breaths, Harry let Sirius pull him to his feet and struggled to stay upright but managed.

Sirius and Remus clearly noticed Harry’s difficulties by once again supporting the teen under the arms. Once again Harry made his way to where the hearing was being held with Remus and Sirius helping him the entire way. Entering the room, Harry noticed that another rectangular table had been added, facing the larger table where the Wizegamot sat. Professor Dumbledore was standing by the table to the left alerting the three wizards of where they should sit.

After Harry was helped to his seat, Sirius and Remus took their seats at Harry’s side, both with their hands ready to grab their wands if they had to. Once Dumbledore took his seat, a door off to the right opened to reveal a disgruntled Dolores Umbridge being escorted into the room by Kingsley Shacklebolt and a tall dark-haired Auror that Harry didn’t recognize. Umbridge’s wrists were being held by restraints and her mouth seemed to be bound by some sort of spell to prevent any words from spilling out. Just looking at her caused Harry to wonder what had happened during her deposition.

Umbridge was forced into her seat by Shacklebolt before he took his position behind her with his wand already in his hand. With as well as Harry knew the Auror he figured it was taking a lot of self restraint on Shacklebolt’s part to remain silent. Kingsley was an amazing Auror but he had a sense of righteousness that couldn’t be denied. The man hated how Fudge was manipulating everyone to follow his beliefs. That was what pushed the Auror to join the Order; at least that was what Shacklebolt told Harry.

Madam Bones cleared her throat and enfolded her fingers on the table in front of her. “A matter such as this serves as a reminder that we as a society are not as different from the Muggle world as we would like to believe,” she began. “I must say that I am astounded at what I have heard and seen today. I never thought the day would come when I would consider pulling my niece out of Hogwarts but it has arrived. Dolores Umbridge, your actions against Mr. Potter are inexcusable. You completely took advantage of you position at Hogwarts and at the Ministry to torture and hinder a child in the very place he is supposed to feel secure and allowed to grow. You are henceforth banned from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A restraining spell will be cast, preventing you from coming within one hundred meters of Mr. Harry James Potter. The remainder of your sentencing will be determined pending a complete examination at St. Mungo’s.”

“Excuse me? What?” James asked bewildered. “Are we forgetting the Unforgivable here? Life in Azkaban is what she should get!”

“She must have used an insanity defense,” Mrs. Potter said annoyed.

Harry couldn’t help but let out a large sigh of relief. He would never have to see Umbridge again and with any luck neither would anyone at Hogwarts. He barely felt Remus grasping his shoulder while Sirius grabbed hold of his hand. It was so hard to grasp the fact that it was finally over. No more detentions, no more reading out of that stupid book and no more of Umbridge’s toad-like looks.

“Mr. Potter,” Madam Bones continued causing Harry to look up at her in surprise. “The Wizegamot would like to commend you for the courage you have shown today. We understand that it is hard to come forward, especially when those who are supposed to be looking out for you are in conflict with each other. We also understand that for someone with your history it is difficult to trust strangers when those who are put in trustful positions abuse them. We can’t begin to apologize for what you’ve had to endure, Mr. Potter, with Madam Umbridge and with your Uncle. No one has the right to cause physical harm upon you or force you to harm yourself, please remember that. If anyone should ever perform such an act against you, please tell someone.”

Madam Bones shifted her gaze to Professor Dumbledore. “Headmaster Dumbledore, I am appalled that this sort of mistreatment could continue for such a long time,” she added. “Your entire staff and student body were aware of these detentions but did nothing to stop them, therefore aiding Madam Umbridge in her quest. You may have not known the details but you were aware of the conflict between Madam Umbridge and Mr. Potter. I don’t know how Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin are able to sit with you at the moment but I can only conclude that they are stronger individuals than I am. To prevent anything like this happening in the future, the Heads of Houses are required to inform their students about the forms of abuse and encourage them to report it when it is noticed.”

Loud claps and cheers were heard.

Sirius chuckled, “He, he, Dumbledore got scolded.”

“He deserved it,” Remus said. “He should have looked into the amount of detentions Harry was getting.”

Professor Dumbledore could only nod in acceptance.

“Furthermore, the Ministry of Magic Educational Decree Number Twenty-four will be voided,” Madam Bones said as she glanced over at Fudge who was surprisingly quiet. “We will however be sending a representative that is approved by the entire Wizegamot who will periodically observe classes to ensure that all teachers are treating the students properly. In addition, it is recommended that you, Headmaster Dumbledore, find someone who will serve as an impartial party for students to talk to when needed. Also, you will need to find a replacement Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher before the end of the holiday or the Ministry will have to find one for you.”

“That is quite reasonable,” Lily said. “Muggle schools have counselors so the children can talk if they have any problems.”

“That won’t be necessary, Madam Bones,” Professor Dumbledore said pleasantly. “An individual has already approached me for the position. I feel that he would be a great asset to ensure the students are prepared for their end of the year exams.”

“And who would this individual be?” Fudge asked nervously.

“Sirius Black,” Professor Dumbledore said with a smile causing everyone of the Wizegamot to stare at Sirius in shock.

They weren’t the only ones. Remus smirked, “Told you to never say never!”

Sirius said nothing, he just stared blankly ahead.

“I think he’s in shock,” Lily said.

James waved a hand in front of Sirius’ face and getting no response asked:

“May I slap him?”

“No,” Remus and Mrs. Potter scolded together.

Remus shook Sirius, “Paddy, it’s not that bad. You’re just a te-“

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Sirius cried and fainted.

“He fainted!” Remus cried surprised tapping Sirius’ face lightly.

“Sirius dear, wake up,” Mrs. Potter called kneeling next to Sirius and brushing his hair.

“That’s way too girly,” James mocked.

“I am not girly. I manly passed out in shock,” Sirius said without opening his eyes.

“It’s just a mock faint,” Lily snorted.

“I am in shock!”

“Mock fainted people don’t talk Paddy” Remus said and then turned to the rest of the group, “I agree with James, that is quite girly.”

Harry was in the same state. Sirius had always teased Remus about being a Professor, claiming that the thought of a Marauder actually teaching children (Harry didn’t count of course) was laughable.

“And Professor Dumbledore said that Sirius approached him,” Lily snickered. “How things change.”

“I bet I only did it so I can be near Harry to protect him,” Sirius muttered.

“Probably true,” Remus conceded.

“I—I must protest!” Fudge objected. “Sirius Black teaching children? He—he—”

“—has been instructing Harry in the ways of Defense for years,” Professor Dumbledore said casually. “I believe you all remember the incident on the Hogwarts Express before the fall term began. Regardless of your opinions considering Voldemort’s return, the students need to learn how to defend themselves properly. Sirius Black was an Auror before his unjust placement in Azkaban. He is certainly qualified for the position and is willing to actually teach the students instead of having them simply read out of a book.”

“At the moment I can’t think of anyone better for the position,” Madam Bones agreed then looked at Sirius. “Congratulations, Mr. Black. You certainly have your work cut out for you. Now, unless there is anything else I believe this hearing is adjourned. Mr. Potter, Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin, you are free to go. We may call upon you in the future to discuss the confrontation that occurred before the hearing. We are aware Madam Umbridge cast an Unforgivable curse with intent to strike Mr. Potter. We will be waiting for the results of her examination before issuing her sentence but her deeds will not go unpunished.”

“Good,” James muttered. “I was starting to wonder.”

With their dismissal, Harry was pulled to his feet by his guardians and was helped out of the room. He didn’t even both glancing at Umbridge or even register the words of congratulations that Tonks and Moody gave him. He was completely overwhelmed with everything. He had won the case, no more Umbridge and Sirius was now his Defense teacher. For the first time in a long time, things were certainly looking up. Things were going to get interesting when everyone returned to Hogwarts.

“Professor Padfoot,” Remus smirked.

“Shut up Moony!” Sirius growled.

“Professor Padfoot, Professor Padfoot!” James raised his hand.

“You too James!”