𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

twenty-six || Year 5 ✔️

The twins pull down an ear, and it helps them listen to the Order's conversation.

"...if it wasn't for Harry we wouldn't even know Voldemort was back!" said the voice of Sirius. "He isn't a child, Molly!"

"Well he's not an adult either!" huffed Mrs.Weasley. "He's Not James, Sirius."

"Well he isn't your son!" retorted Sirius.

"He's as good as! Who else has he got?"

"He's got me!" replied Sirius. "he's got me and Amelia!"

Harry flushes with gratitude, Amelia smiles.

"How touching paternal, Black." said the horrible voice of Snape. "Perhaps Potter will grow up to be a felon, just like his Godfather."

"You stay out of this, Snivellus—" spat Sirius.

"Snape's part of the Order?" asked Harry.

Amelia nods, grimly. "Git."

The front door elaborately locks and bolts itself as Mrs. Weasley meets the Quartet, Ginny at the bottom of the stairs.

"Well! We'll be eating down in the kitchen—" Mrs Weasley was cut off by Fred and George apparate on either side of her. Mrs Weasley jumps and screams after them. "JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC NOW, DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WANDS OUT FOR EVERYTHING!" And Mrs Wesley sees Harry and Amelia. "Are you two hungry?"

"Absolutely." breathed Amelia.

But before Harry could answer Mr Weasley claps a warm hand on Harry's shoulder. "You're sure you're all right, Harry? Gave us all quite a turn."

Harry opens his mouth to reply but before he can he heard a familiar voice.

"What, no hello for me?" asked Sirius.

Harry's turns to see Sirius, grinning. His long dark hair swept back from his glittering eyes. And for the first time since Amelia has seen him, Harry smiles as he and her father embrace.

"Hey, dad." said Amelia, tapping her fathers shoulder.

"Hello, dear." greeted Sirius, as he looks at Amelia, with full interest. "You left this before you left to get Harry."

Sirius hands Amelia her bracelet. "Oh, right. Thanks." She sang.

"You know, I'm wondering why you like that one." said Sirius. "Why don't you wear my Locket I gave you? Why always use the one your Uncle Remus gave?"

Amelia scoffs, "Don't worry, dad. I use the Locket everyday." Amelia shows him the locket she's wearing under her shirt. She sits down beside Harry.

"Oh, But still." laughed Sirius. Amelia rolls her eyes, smiling.

Mr Weasley frowns at the parchment he is holding. "Unusual...it seems Minister Fudge has called your hearing before the entire Wizengamot..."

He grimly hands the parchment to Lupin to examine it...

"It's a set-up. A chance to publicly discredit Harry." stated Sirius.

"I'm afraid you may be right, Padfoot..." nodded Lupin.

"I don't understand." spoke Harry. "What does the Ministry of Magic have against me?"

Everything was silent, Tonks and Ginny frown and Hermione and Amelia exchange an apprehensive look. Sirius hesitates to answer.