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With a smile, Amelia replied, "No, Madam Marchbanks."

"Let's hear it then," replied the elderly witch. "I'm quite looking forward to my dinner."

"Certainly, Madam Marchbanks," replied Amelia. She then referred to her notes and said, "I hereby charge and commit to trial Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore of the Minor House of Dumbledore with: abuse of authority of the position of Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot for using his position to have the Will of a Noble and Ancient House sealed; abuse of authority of the position of Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot for using his position to claim guardianship of a minor, namely Harry James Potter, contrary to the wishes of his parents as stipulated in their Will; abuse of authority of the position of Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot for using his position to improperly place the orphan of a Noble and Ancient House, namely Harry James Potter, contrary to the wishes of his parents as stipulated in their Will; abuse of authority of the position of Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot for using his position to have sealed the Ministry records of a minor, namely Harry James Potter; child neglect of a minor of whom he had claimed magical guardianship, namely Harry James Potter, by placing him with his abusive muggle relatives and failing in his duties by checking up on the child to ensure he was being treated well; conspiracy to commit child abuse of a magical child, namely Harry James Potter, by having him raised, contrary to the wishes of the parents as stipulated in their Will, by a magical family; and kidnapping of the Heir Apparent of a Noble and Ancient House, namely Harry James Potter, by failing to hand him over to his rightful guardian when required to do so."

As soon as Amelia started with naming Dumbledore as the recipient of criminal charges, the ruckus started. By the time she reached the third charge there were already calls for him to be removed from his position as Chief Warlock. When she started in on the neglect and similar charges she doubted anyone had really heard what she said. So, she immediately sent a copy of her charge sheet to the court stenographer so he could properly write them down. What Harry was watching was Dumbledore's expressions. As soon as the name was read out, Dumbledore looked back in shock. As each charge was then read out his face went from surprise to sadness to a look of pain to anger. Harry could see the old man probably knew his tenure as Chief Warlock had just come to a screeching end. But, Harry could also see the old man was thinking furiously.

Before Madam Marchbanks could finish getting the chamber noise back down to murmurs again, Dumbledore stood.

Once the murmurs were down, Madam Marchbanks asked, "Yes, Chief Warlock Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore replied, "I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, hereby step down from the position of Chief Warlock pending my successful defence against these charges." "Thank you, Mister Dumbledore," replied Madam Marchbanks. "And I'm closing this session of the Wizengamot in case I face any more surprises. Session closed."

With one last bang of her gavel on the bench before her, she rose and immediately left the chambers followed by the entire body.

As they were all walking out, Sirius turned to Harry and asked in a quiet voice, "Where did he put you, Harry?"

"With the Dursleys," replied Harry.

Harry then swore he could hear his godfather growl.

While they were waiting, Harry had to again glare at the reporters to make them back off. He only had to do it once this time, though. A few minutes later, Cygnus came back into the room and motioned for them to come down from the gallery. As soon as Sirius stepped down he held out his hand to the ravaged man and said, "Congratulations, Sirius. I'm very glad to have helped in finally getting justice for you."

Looking back in surprise, Sirius asked, "I have you to thank for this?"

"Only as a small part," replied Cygnus. "It's your godson, here, who got the ball properly rolling. The others were Amelia Bones and Augusta Longbottom."

"Now," said Cygnus, "the kids have to get back to school. You're invited to Greengrass Estate where we can work towards getting you back to health. Interested?" "I want to spend time with my godson," said Sirius, a little warily.

"And, I promise you, that will happen," said Cygnus. "For now, it's best we get you back to the Estate, get you cleaned up, and get some decent food into you."

"He's right, Pa'foo," said Harry. "First things first."

"Alright, then," said Sirius. "I admit I really do want a bath."

The four of them then headed out of the court and straight into the lifts. The two journalists dogged them all the way. When they had to wait for the elevator, with a look at Harry, one of the journalists asked, "Are you happy to be free, Lord Black?"

"Don't you think that's quite the idiotic question?" asked Sirius in response. "Will you be staying at Greengrass Estate for long, Lord Black?" asked the second journalist.

"Maybe," replied Sirius.

"And what is the first thing you're going to do now that you're free, Lord Black?"

"Take a long, hot bath," replied Sirius.

The lift arrived and all six piled into it.

A few minutes later and they were passing back out through the security checkpoint where the two journalists were delayed in retrieving their wands.

That gave Harry the chance to say, "We've still got time before Daphne and I have to get back to Hogwarts; what say we go to Greengrass Estate first? Give Sirius a chance to ask us a couple of questions before we have to go back?"

Sirius gave Cygnus a hopeful look. With a grin Cygnus replied, "Wonderful idea. But I'll definitely be getting you back before curfew tonight."

Before the two journalists had a chance to catch back up to them again, the four quickly floo'ed to Greengrass Estate.

Stepping out of the fireplace at Greengrass Estate was, first, Cygnus. He immediately went to the ward control book and wrote in the name Sirius Orion Black. As he was writing Daphne was next through. About fifteen seconds later came Sirius, quickly followed by Harry.

"Damnable journalists!" muttered Harry. Looking at the others, he said, "They'd just caught up to me as I was waiting to come through."

He quickly used his own wand to vanish the remains of the soot that covered his robes. Sirius was looking around in a bit of a daze. Once Harry stepped through he looked at the other three before turning to Cygnus and asking, "Not that I'm not grateful, Cygnus; but, why?"

"Because you're Harry's godfather, you're the fellow Head of a Noble and Most Ancient House and we look after our own, you needed help and I could provide it, what does it matter?" replied Cygnus.

"That's part of what I don't understand," replied Sirius. "I was disowned. And what about my grandfather?"

With a sigh, Cygnus said, "Your grandfather passed a few months ago, Sirius. You were never disowned. Though apparently your mother was determined you would be, your grandfather never did it. So, as you were his Heir Presumptive at the time of his passing, the Head of House Black passes to you."

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