MINISTRY OF MAGIC – DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT – AMELIA'S OFFICE – NIGHT
Stacks of parchment litter the desk, magical files glowing faintly. Amelia Bones sits at her desk, sleeves rolled up, quill hovering as she reviews old trial transcripts and classified documents. Her monocle glints under the enchanted lamp.
She pauses over a heavily redacted file labeled: "SIRIUS ORION BLACK– SENTENCED WITHOUT TRIAL – AZKABAN PRISON."
Amelia's expression hardens. "No trial… no testimony… just dumped into hell. Damn them all... To think even I didn't suspect it. He didn't even had a Death eater mark on him... I got tons of apologies to make up to him..."
She grabs a Ministry seal and slams it on a fresh order—her signature appearing in glowing ink.
She stands, walking to the fireplace. She tosses in a handful of Floo Powder. "Auror Headquarters. Alastor Moody-Office!"
AUROR HQ ...
Moody is grumbling over a stack of daily reports while Kingsley Shacklebolt calmly reviews magical surveillance logs. The fireplace flares green, and Amelia steps through briskly. "I need both of you. Now."
Moody's magical eye swivels up sharply. Kingsley raises an eyebrow. "You found something?"
"I found what wasn't there—a trial. Sirius Black never got one. Not only that, No lawyer, No defence, He wasn't even given a truth serum! The DMLE is reopening the case. We're getting him out of Azkaban for questioning and a fair trial."
"Understood."
"About damn time."
MINISTER OF MAGIC'S OFFICE – SHORTLY AFTER
Cornelius Fudge sits behind his ornate desk, nervously twiddling his lime green bowler hat. Amelia stands before him, arms crossed. She had already explain the situation to him, Now he has to make the decision.
Fudge spoke in most nervous and panic tune. "Amelia, you must see how this will look—we bring Black out and the press will tear us apart! He's a known killer—!"
"He was never tried, Minister. If we keep this buried, and it gets out—then we'll be torn apart. Do the right thing for once, Cornelius. Show the world the Ministry believes in justice."
"The Daily Prophet—"
Amelia cuts him off. "The Daily Prophet won't matter if Sirius Black stands in front of them, a free man, and thanks Minister Fudge for correcting a wrong. Besides you wasn't even Minister when he was sent to jail, It was pervious minister fault"
Fudge blinked. The idea of a public show of redemption—it was too good to pass up. And the fact it wasn't him who send him to jail without a trail. "He… he'll publicly support the Ministry?"
Amelia spoke in neutral tone "He'll be grateful to the man who pulled him out of Azkaban. I'd say that reflects well on you."
Fudge puffed his chest, smoothing his robe.
"Very well. Draft the paperwork. But I want this quiet, you understand?"
"Of course, Minister. Discretion is what we do best." She turn around and leaves the office.
Oh, look who's talking about being quiet. Amelia knows Fudge will tell someone, No way, she's gonna put Sirius here in Ministry until trail starts, No,She will keep him somewhere safe until the trail begins.
AUROR HQ – LATER
Amelia slams the authorization order on Moody's desk. "Get him. Now."
Moody stands, wand already at the ready. Kingsley rolls up his sleeves. "About bloody time we broke someone out of Azkaban instead of in." Moody grumbles.
Kingsley smiled. "Let's go get him."
INT. AZKABAN PRISON – NIGHT
Azkaban was a horror, A cold and nightmare for all wizarding world. Moody and Kingsley get out of the boat, Calmly, they head inside. The dementors aren't around in this section, They did send a notice about getting Sirius Black out of there.
The screech of rusted hinges. Mad-Eye Moody in front, wand drawn, magical eye scanning the surroundings. Kingsley Shacklebolt follows, quiet and steady. They walk upstairs, where Sirius was.
He ignored the other prisoners and looked for the one they were here for. Finally they found him. The door groans open on the last cell.
Sirius Black gaunt and ragged, blinks under the flickering wandlight. His long hair is matted, beard overgrown, skin pallid. He lifts his head, startled as the light hits him. His eyes widen—not in madness, but hope barely daring to flicker.
He recognized them, Well, he recognized first the person who's standing aside of other person with his wand. "Moody…?" His old boss was here?
Moody voice guffy. "On your feet, Black. You're coming with us."
Sirius thought he was dreaming, he let out bitter smile. "Azkaban doesn't let you out, unless…"
Kingsley spoke "You're getting your trial. Amelia Bones reopened your case."
Reopen the case? Has they finally realized he wasn't the killer? Did they capture the rat? Oh how he wanted to kill Peter. If they did, Sirius will definitely watch him get kiss by dementors.
Sirius stands, shaky, but on his own feet. For the first time in over a decade, a spark of purpose flickers in his haunted eyes.
SAFEHOUSE – HEALING CHAMBER – HOURS LATER
Wrapped in clean robes, Sirius lies in a magically fortified bed. St. Mungo's Healers work around him, removing long-term damage from Dementors. Potions, glows of wandlight, and whispered spells mend torn nerves and soothe scars that can't be seen.
He twitches in sleep, muttering, until he calms.
Nearby, Amelia Bones watches from behind a glass wall, arms folded tightly. Plan A complete.
Plan B now begins.
MINISTRY OF MAGIC – COURTROOM TEN – DAY
The ancient chamber court room echoes with tension. The chained chair sits at the center. The courtroom is full—Amelia Bones leading the prosecution. Cornelius Fudge looms self-important on the bench. Albus Dumbledore is present as Chief Warlock, his face unreadable.
Sirius Black is led in, thinner than most remembered, but upright, alert, and defiant.
Murmurs ripple through the Wizengamot.
"Sirius…" Albus didn't wanted to believe Sirius could be innocent, However, the fact he was send to Azkaban without a trail and wasn't even questioned what happened that night, They just thrown him into the horror house.
He is shocked. Dumbledore had believed he was guilty… but never had confirmation beyond the chaos of that night.
Amelia stands. "The accused has agreed to take Veritaserum. Under magical supervision, a stronger version brewed by the Department's certified potion master."
Everyone is quiet, If he's willing to take the Veritaserum-
Lucius Malfoy sweat and hold tightly the handle of his crane, grits his teeth. If that man gets out of here, The black hire seat will slip from his grasp. His son, Draco was supposed to be next in Black line. Damn, that Fudge!
"You're sure this is necessary?"
Amelia looks at Fudge as if he lost his mind. Fudge blush in embarrassment at his own stupidity and clear his throat looking at Sirius Black.
Sirius sits. He nods once and said in roughly voice. "Give it to me. I've nothing to hide."
Amelia takes the potion, she walks over to him, He open his mouth and Amelia put drops then step back. The potion start showing it's
effect. He grimaces. His eyes glaze slightly, but remain focused.
"State your name."
"Sirius Orion Black."
"Did you betray the Potters to Dark lord?"
"No. I convinced them to switch Secret Keepers. We used Peter Pettigrew."
Gasps break through the courtroom. Fudge almost fell of his seat. "Peter Pettigrew died in the explosion—"
Sirius cuts in. "He faked his death. Cut off his finger. Hid for years as a rat. He's still alive."
"Did you kill those twelve Muggles?"
"No. Peter did, when he blew up the street."
Dumbledore spoke up. "You never told me…"
Sirius voice turn coldly as he respond to him. "Would you have believed me?"
Fudge weakly asked. "Why didn't you say this earlier?"
"You never asked and when I did tried to explain i was taken away and throw into the cell."
Silence. Absolute.
The chains on the chair retract. Amelia turns to the courtroom. "Let the record show that Sirius Black has been found not guilty of all charges. His name is cleared."
Even Moody allows a short nod.
Dumbledore looks at everyone when everyone did his votes, He wasn't even surprised when Dark side included themselves in the votes to released Sirius Black, They would try to get Sirius on their side.
Finally, it was official, Sirius Black is now a free man.