𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟓𝟒 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡, he found Arthur Weasley waiting outside ready to guide him to the entrance hall to wait for the Aurors to bring Sirius and Ophelia for his re-trial, the pit in his stomach deepened at the thought of Ophelia losing the case and him never being able to see Sirius again. But there was no convincing Ophelia, nor Sirius out of this, they had been working on this for 2 years and they weren't about to back down for nobody.

She's only 15, how would she be able to convince a room filled with experienced Ministry Officials who had seen more trials that day than she had seen in her whole life-time, as her boyfriend he was inclined to encourage her but he couldn't help the seed of doubt that burrowed in his mind.

Arthur was bouncing his leg nervously as he sat beside Harry as they looked over the crowd of reporters and photographers who were anticipating their arrival with a terrible eagerness, it put Harry's teeth on edge watching them pull out photos of Ophelia taken from last year so they could identify her. He was thankful however that they were too involved in this case that they hadn't noticed him.

There was a crack, and a group of six aurors were now standing by the visitors arrival area, among them were Mad-Eye, Tonks and of course, Kingsley Shacklebolt who wasn't an auror but a member of the Order of the Phoniex and had been helping Ophelia's efforts to gather sympathy for Sirius' case within the Ministry. The fireplaces to Harry's left lit up green, and out stepped Hermione, Ron and Remus respectively and they joined Harry and Arthur in waiting.

"How'd your trial go?" asked Ron,

"I'm not expelled, Dumbledore came in and sorted it." Harry explained, still quite annoyed that Dumbledore had ignored him so blatantly.

Arthur looked to Remus and nodded his head to the crowd of reporters,

"You seen all that? It's never been this bad before, not even with You-Know-Who returning."

Remus nodded grimly but smiled, "Don't worry, none of that would shake Ophelia or Sirius for that matter."

"Why's that?" Harry asked curiously.

"You'll see soon enough, they should be coming down any moment now, ah there they are."

From the ceiling the telephone box descended.

Out stepped Sirius Black and Ophelia Le Fay, armed with name-tags.

Upon their arrival the reporters turned into a mob, clawing and climbing over one another to get a look at them, the camera flashes were almost blinding from Harry's point of view, he could only imagine how this might throw Ophelia.

The crowd split in two, as Ophelia lead the group towards the elevators so they could go to the trial, she walked in stride, purpose and determination are written in her posture and unwavering poker face, adorned in a casual grey suit fit with her own dark grey overcoat that hung on her shoulders. Her heels clicked on the cold marble as she demanded space, walking like she owned the building and all the lives in it, looking once over to the group of them she raised her eye-brow as a non-verbal queue for them to join her.

They did so, joining the parade to the elevator.

People were flashing cameras in his face, as he went to stand beside Ophelia.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter care to make a statement at what happened at the Tri-"

"No he wouldn't." said Ophelia curtly, "No statement."

"Harry Potter! You-Know-Who back?"

"I will not repeat myself." snapped Ophelia venomously as she barrelled through them, the crowd parted like the red sea, making way for them.