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Harry Potter Promise NR.3

... potential, and because out of all of her Aurors, Tonks was the one who really deserved to be there. She deserved to know that her mother's cousin was innocent. Those two were some of the few Aurors she knew to be completely trustworthy. She had been very careful not to let word of what she was planning on doing this morning get out, as she knew that there were some people in her department who would happily run to Fudge or Dumbledore and tip them off. Tonks and Shaklebolt had much the same view as she did, and their first instincts were always to do what was right, no matter what anyone else thought. Tonks gave Sirius a bright grin, trying to tell him that she believed him, which he immediately understood if the answering smile and wink was any indication. She had been very small when they had last seen each other, but he was pleased that she remembered him. Kingsley was the one to administer the Veritaserum, putting three drops on his tongue before stepping back. Amelia leaned forward, giving the potion a few moments to set in, before she began asking questions. "What is your name?" "Sirius Orion Black," he replied in a monotone. Amelia nodded. "Who was the Potter's Secret Keeper?" "Peter Pettigrew." There was some muttering, but a look from Augusta silenced them. "Why did you switch?" "We thought I would be the obvious choice. Voldemort –" there were some flinches there, "would come after me, but I wouldn't be able to give him anything. And Peter would be safe, because no ...

... one would suspect that we would use him." "What happened on November the First, 1981?" "I was angry, and sad, and beyond rational thought. I tracked Peter down to a muggle street, where he set me up by shouting for everyone to hear how I had betrayed Lily and James. He then cut off his own finger and transformed into his rat form, escaping into the sewer." "What do you mean, his rat form?" "He's an unregistered animagus. Peter's form is a rat." Amelia nodded at Kingsley, who immediately gave Sirius the antidote. She then turned to Dumbledore, who had no choice but to go along with this. He sighed silently, and turned to the council. "All those in favor of convicting the accused?" Not even the 'former' – or Imperiused, according to Fudge – Death Eaters had the guts to raise their hands. Next to Fudge, a rather short, squat witch wearing a pink cardigan and a horrendous bow in her hair started to raise her hand, but stopped with a nudge and slight shake of the head from Fudge. Dumbledore nodded. "All those in favor of clearing the accused of all charges?" The vote was unanimous. There was even some clapping as the chains dropped away and Sirius stood up, grinning. "Thank you, Lords and Ladies," he said graciously, his gaze focused on Dumbledore even though he spoke to the room. "I am so pleased to see justice upheld. I am sure we can discuss the proper compensation for my unlawful imprisonment at a later date." His eyes focused on Fudge at that comment. "For now, I would like to ...