Adele Black: The End

Nico Tries a British Happy Meal

Adele Black: The End

Nico Tries a British Happy Meal

"I'm sorry, what are we doing?"

"You and I are going to get into the Wizarding School of Law, and we're going to do it by proving that Sirius Black is innocent," I told Draco for what felt like the hundredth time.

"But he was found guilty—"

I shook my head. "He was never found guilty. He never had a trial, so he couldn't have been found guilty. They never even administered Veritaserum like they did at Death Eater trials. He's innocent- he always has been. You believe that, right?"

Draco snorted. "Of course I do. I've seen Pettigrew with my own eyes. The only thing is, he's dead— the person who sold out the Potters and killed all those muggles is dead. You can't awaken the dead."

I bit my lip. In truth, you could: Nico di Angelo was proof of that. I remembered the period of time where Nico would summon the dead by offering them a Happy Meal from McDonald's. I remembered his attempts to bring back his sister, Bianca. I remembered everything about the sad and angry boy who held harsh grudges and would do anything to get his sister back.

For a moment I considered contacting Nico to ask him about raising Peter Pettigrew from the dead for this trial. I would bribe him with all the Happy Meals I could buy.

But it's cruel to wake the dead, and I promised Andromeda I wouldn't be cruel.

"No," Draco suddenly stated, startling me out of my thoughts. "I can tell from the look on your face that you thought of something. Look, Adele, I'm not really sure how things work on your other side of the family, but I'm sure that even they are against raising the dead. They're gone, and you can't bring them back."

"I know. It was just a fleeting thought. I'd never do it," I truthfully stated.

It was silent for a moment before I slammed my fist on the table in anger, causing Draco to jump. I rubbed at my hand as it turned red. "Why couldn't have they been registered animagi? There's no record of it at all! It would be much easier if—" A sudden lightbulb went off in my head.

"What is it?" Draco asked. He played with the loose strings on the sleeve of his green sweater in nervousness and anticipation.

"Draco, you know more about the Death Eaters than I do."

"Wonderful observation," he sarcastically responded. "Does the mark have anything to do with it you think?"

"Do you think you could make a list of any known Death Eaters who are still alive and in Azkaban that would have known that Pettigrew actually was the culprit? Better yet, those that knew he was an animagus? Bonus points if they were present on the night that Voldemort returned during our fourth year," I said.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. "I can compile that, yeah. I wasn't told much of what went on, but I do remember those who came to the Manor while Pettigrew was there last year. I know for a fact that Crabbe's father, Crabbe Senior, was there the night Voldemort returned, as well as my father. Both are in Azkaban, but Crabbe probably won't know much, but my father will."

Draco spat out the word father like it was a piece of rotten food. His voice was laced with disgust at the word, and I felt sorry for him.

I felt a sudden shift in the air.

"I'll see what I can do— Harry and Ron have enough weight as trainees that I might be able to use them so I can speak with them," I said. "Or, I can just ask. Professor Sharp sent an owl and said that the Auror department is always ecstatic to help with the trials, so it shouldn't be too hard to get access."