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Shadows of the Past	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 12317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Note – Here’s our next chapter for the story! We’ve been keeping busy between writing and brainstorming to make sure everything goes well. I know I’ve been having a blast with this.

WARNING – TIME SKIP!!!!!

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Chapter Seven – End of Year Confrontation

Hari anxiously paced the room she was in, wondering how the hell she had gotten to be in this position. She had tried to keep out of things, not wanting to get dragged into the manhunt for the escaped criminal who she now knew to be her godfather. This information had been given to her by the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge. He had requested an audience with her after her letter and the petition were published in the paper, which she had accepted once she found a teacher she trusted to sit with her.

She’d been thanked for the polite letter and had been informed that he had not been told of the fact that the students were experiencing issues from the presence of the dementors. He’d been honest with her, to a point, and she could tell he was genuinely upset that the children were having so much trouble. Once they had discussed the issues caused by the creatures and he had told her about Sirius Black, he’d shown interest in how the non-magical world handled their criminals and law enforcement. So she’d given him what information she knew of Scotland Yard and suggested he speak to the muggle authorities regarding how the police worked.

The dementors had been removed and aurors stationed to patrol the grounds and Hogsmeade to ensure the safety of the students. Sirius Black was still on the run so she could not leave the school grounds as she had wanted to do as she was eager to see the village near the school. However, Hari had given her promise to Professor Lupin and Minister Fudge that she would do her best to stay out of the way of the escaped convict, and the young witch had done her best to keep that promise.

Despite her best efforts to stay out of trouble, she had somehow managed to fall into the middle of what looked to be a conspiracy of some sort. All the green eyed teenager had done was follow her friend when he had been dragged through an unknown passage under the whomping willow by a large black dog. Hari, Hermione, and Ron were now caught in the Shrieking Shack, listening to Sirius Black argue with Remus Lupin, and the black haired witch was pacing near the bed where Ron lay, trying to not to stumble. Her leg was still somewhat stiff after the healing, and she was worried that she would have a minor limp if it didn’t heal properly. Madam Pomfrey had done her best with the injury and had brought in a specialist from St. Mungo’s, who had said that time and low level exercise was needed for it to continue healing, and she was grateful the woman had tried. In the back of her mind, her worry about the limp was justified as she knew her aunt and uncle would not pay any heed to the healer’s warnings and keep her busy with heavy cleaning and chores.

“We need to get out of here before something happens between them. If they start a duel in here, we’ll end up being stuck in the line of fire,” Hermione whispered, sounding worried.

Hari nodded in agreement. She was trying to think of a way to get them out of there before things became worse, but both her knee and Ron’s injured leg made it difficult to escape.

“They seem to be arguing over Scabbers for some reason,” she murmured back, wishing that there was at least one adult here that she could trust.

Why Black seemed to be after Ron’s old pet rat, none of the trio could guess but they knew that they needed to get out of there before the man decided to turn his attention onto them.

“Ron, can you move?”

He could only shake his head faintly in answer to Hermione’s question, trying not to move too much because of the pain in his broken leg. Not for the first time, both girls resolved to themselves to make sure to start studying healing spells since one or more of their trio always seemed to get hurt once a year.

The voices got louder, and all three teenagers frowned and stared at the adults. None of them understood why a teacher was arguing instead of disarming and capturing the escaped convict. Truth was, it made them nervous and wanting a responsible adult to appear to handle this situation.

Finally, Hermione’s frustration, fear, and confusion pushed her into addressing the two males.

“There is nothing special about that rat,” she objected. “The issue here is that he is an escaped prisoner who should be disarmed and secured to be returned to prison. Why aren’t you doing something about this, professor?”

“I would like to know that myself,” an unexpected voice stated, making everyone turn to see Minister Cornelius Fudge standing in the doorway with his wand out, giving the two teenager girls a chance to do so as well. “I came to the school to check in with the lead auror and find a student being injured. Miss Potter, Miss Granger, you did the right thing in trying to help your friend fight off what you thought was a dog.”

Hari felt relieved in more than one way. Because he’d been the first adult to actually listen to her, the last thing she had wanted was to disappoint the man. She didn’t fully trust him as no grown up had earned it yet, but he’d been earnest in ensuring she and the other children were kept safe.

“This isn’t a common rat,” Sirius Black objected with his hands up in a gesture of surrender, knowing better than trying anything with several wands pointing at him. “This is Peter Pettigrew; he blew up the gas line and cut his finger off before shifting into his animagus form to escape into the sewers. I never had a chance to explain all this; I was in shock from losing the one I called brother and being betrayed by another I had called brother as well so I couldn’t object to being arrested.”

“If this is true, why did you not speak out about this during the trial,” the minister asked.

“I was never given one,” the escapee answered in a bitter sounding voice. “I was stunned by the aurors and woke up in a cell in Azkaban. Bagnold and Crouch believed I was guilty and bypassed the legal process.”

“Even in wartime situations, such an action is illegal,” Ron said, as he had heard his father explain about how a trial would be given. “I can’t believe such a thing would happen!”

“Nor can I,” Fudge said. “However, if I can be shown proof tonight, I will look into the situation since your evidence might indicate that Mr. Black is speaking the truth. If this rat is an animagus, the proof would be revealed by reversing the transformation.”

The wizard cast the spell, looking furious when a balding man stood where Scabbers had been just seconds ago. The minister cast several spells to bind Pettigrew, then turned to Ron.

“Would you and the other Gryffindors submit to a medical exam,” he asked in a rough tone of voice. “This foul excuse of a wizard has been in the school and with your family for years; Merlin only knows what he could have done during that time.”

The trio went pale, looking sick by the idea, and the adults were obviously thinking the same thing since they had expressions of anger on their faces. Hari nodded, voice soft.

“We’ll do it whenever Madam Pomfrey wants to see us,” she said. “What happens now?”

“If Mr. Black will place himself into my custody, I will ensure the Wizengamot meets tonight for an emergency session and hold the trial. From there, he will be given Veritaserum to ensure the rest of his story is true.”

“One thing, minister,” Sirius said, voice raspy from disuse as he stepped backwards towards a wall as a sign of not planning to escape. “When I’m proven innocent, I would like to have custody of my goddaughter. She should never have been placed with her aunt, even if Petunia is the older sister of her late mother Lily.”

“Dumbledore claims there are blood wards that keep her safe,” Fudge replied.

“You and I both know that there must be love for those wards to work,” the gray eyed male told him, slightly lowering his hands so he would not tire his shoulders so much. “Petunia and her walrus of a husband have no love for anything that does not fit their definition of normal, or rather, being Muggles. In Petunia’s eyes, magic took Lily away from a normal life, a life where there would be nothing of what is normal for magical people.”

The minister turned, eying the girl in question.

“I need to know what your thoughts are on this, Miss Potter. You have grown up in your maternal aunt’s house all this time; would you be sad to leave it?”

“I’ll be honest, Minister Fudge. My so-called family has no love for me at all, and it doesn’t matter that I’m the daughter of her younger sister. I didn’t have a real bedroom until I got my Hogwarts letter, sleeping in a small cupboard under the stairs, and I’m treated no better than a house elf. I was even lied to about how they died, and I only found out the truth when Hagrid revealed it during the shopping trip for first year.”

“We send her care packages of food during the summer,” Hermione said. “She’s always underweight when she comes back to school.”

“If you prove to be speaking the entire truth, Black, then I shall grant custody. I would recommend getting her parents’ wills unsealed since the Wizengamot had them sealed shortly after their deaths for some unknown reason,” the minister told the man. “Miss Potter, I shall have someone discreetly investigate this. No child should be put through what you were, and I shall see to it they are taught to treat a child with love and compassion.”

“Good luck with that; the school nurses in my muggle school before Hogwarts also wondered why I seemed to be underweight, smaller than my peers, and wearing my cousin’s hand-me-down clothes despite him being a boy. My aunt claimed to the school nurses that it was caused by an eating disorder or congenital inability to eat nutritious food in a normal way, and the clothing was my choice because I was a tomboy who didn’t like girly clothing or nice things. My weight was often commented on when compared with my cousin. He was being fed so much food that he actually was overweight in preschool.”

Black raised an eyebrow at hearing that, muttering for himself about Petunia being driven by envy over that Lily was the prettier sister, blessed with magic, and having a far more charming personality. Fudge used some magic to call the aurors to him, and they took both Pettigrew and Black to the ministry to be tried.

Over the next few days, the newspapers were filled with the news about what had happened at Black’s arrest. Hari was pleased to find the truth coming out as she wanted her godfather to be free from those twelve years of injustice that he had suffered from. Fudge had kept his word, overriding Dumbledore by giving custody of Harriet Potter to Sirius, and an investigation was being held into the actions of her family.

As she watched the full moon from the window at her bed in the girls’ s dormitory, something strange filled her as she almost could see a door marked in white upon a mountain wall in her mind. Words drifted through her thoughts, finding them somewhat familiar but strange at the same time.

“Free us from the past
The deeds made of others
Remove the blood of old
On those hands of mine
I plead no part of what
Once was made of those
Now long gone
Yet I know my own guilt
A fool’s mistake made
In blind faith
To false words and lies
What was meant to help
Instead turned to ruin
An old Oath still haunting
Those who lives…. “

Hari sighed, shaking her head to clear her thoughts and going to bed. She hoped that things would calm down for a while so she could rest peacefully as well as finish this year’s schooling without too much drama. She snuggled into her blankets, drifting off to sleep.

Author’s End Note - Yup, we actually have a competent Fudge! Not something you see in fiction much so we decided to change it up for the heck of it. He’s actually been kind of fun to write! I hope you enjoyed this installment. Please let us know what you thought of it, and thank you for reading. See you next time, Rogercat & Laran
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