A/N: A proud graduate of the Dust Bunnies Universe. I found the notes and the mostly written story. In honor of doing so, it was moved into its own story.

A/N: This one turns the whole HP Universe on its head. To Begin with, Riddle is Minister and a good guy plus Bella rescues Harry.

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Chapter One Prompt: Evidence

Eight-year-old Harry James Potter finished the muggle candy bar and got rid of the evidence before his fat cousin could find him. Looking at the clock tower in the center of what passed for downtown Little Whinging, the boy noticed that it was almost noon and headed home. His aunt and uncle had ordered him out of the house immediately after he had eaten his first breakfast that he could ever recall getting in their home.

He was told to be back by one, and not to speak to anyone while out, which Harry had obeyed. He had spent most of the morning hiding in the library from his cousin who was told to spend the day with his friends. Dudley had spent most of the morning hanging around with the rest of his gang, but since they were not the sort to go into a place full of books, he had remained hidden from their games of Harry hunting.

Then when he had been leaving to return to Privet Drive as ordered, he had been handed a twenty-pound note from Mrs. Figg and told that his uncle had said for him to remain gone even longer. Harry was nervous regarding the funds, the Dursleys never gave him money, but he had done as ordered, too scared not to.

On Privet Drive, a nervous Petunia Dursley lied to the woman sitting across from her. Looking at her husband, she pretended that her nephew was a beloved member of her family and that he often forgot when he was supposed to be home.

In truth, she loathed the freak, but the woman sitting across from her was a witch, a woman who had shown up and demanded to see the freak. Petunia didn't want to keep the boy, she would have gladly sent him off with this woman, but the older wizard who had dropped him off all those years ago on their doorstep had visited them a few months earlier and had made it very clear that no matter what, Harry was not to be seen by anyone in their world but him.

He had given her funds, told her that they would come monthly but only as long as Harry lived with them. When the letter had arrived, she had been sure that she could avoid this interview and had managed to do so for several weeks, but yesterday a someone had rung her on the phone and said that if she wasn't there when they arrived, they would remove the freak from her home and she couldn't allow that to happen.

No, they needed that money. So the night before, her husband had hidden all evidence that things weren't perfectly normal at her house and they fed the boy breakfast, just in case before ordering him to get out of the house for the day. Once he was gone, her husband had cleaned the cupboard under the stairs out of all traces of the freak and they had stuck several pairs of boots and brollies in it to make it appear as if it was in use as a closet.

The witch across from the muggles struggled not to sneer at the fat slob and his wife, sickened at the knowledge that they were in any way related to a magical family. Oh, she had read their minds the minute she had knocked on the door. She knew their secrets, all except one, the location of the boy who lived.

What they didn't know and that she did was that the man bribing them to take care of the boy had died a rather inharmonious death two days before. Evidence found in his office had rocked the foundations of the magical world to its core. She was given the priority of locating and rescuing the boy who lived. They knew that there was a squib by the name of Arabella Figg nearby and that she was part of one of the biggest conspiracies ever formed in the magical world.

The witch knew it was imperative to locate the Potter boy before Sirius Black regained his strength, that if they didn't, he would come to Little Whinging and secrecy statue or no secrecy statue, would tear this town apart to locate his godson.

Across town, a very angry and dark wizard had just arrived in Little Whinging after being freed by the Ministry. They had found evidence that he had not been a part of the crimes being committed. That he had been in fact manipulated for years by the Headmaster but they had wanted to verify the truth before allowing him to roam free.

On his way out of the cell, he had heard the name Ms. Figg and knew EXACTLY who and where the witch lived. He had used a tracking spell to locate her and had arrived to locate the son of his late best friend. He wanted to see for himself, wanting for somehow all that he had learned to be a lie because otherwise, that meant that he had given up six and a half years of his life for no reason.

Locating the squib, he followed her around the mundane little town she lived In. Stops at the grocers, the pharmacy and finally a stop at the library. He didn't go inside the building but remained outside, knowing he wasn't appropriately dressed to fit in.

Just as he was about to give up, he saw the woman exiting the building with a small dark-haired boy. He watched her hand him money and then scurry away. The wizard then watched the young boy look at the money with a puzzled expression on his face then head straight to the pharmacy where he bought a chocolate bar and then ate it, looking amazed about something.

Using magic, the wizard meet the little boy's eyes and read the boy's mind howling inside in anger as he realized that what he had been told was the truth and that this small boy had been abused and overworked by those whose job it had been to protect him.

Watching over the boy as he wandered the town and helping him avoid the oversized bullies that seemed to be trying to track him, he watched and waited as eventually, the boy turned towards the street upon which he lived.

Harry James Potter sat on the sofa for the first time in his life and tried to take in what the woman sitting across from him was saying. "So, my parents didn't die in a car crash and weren't drunks?"

"No, Harry, your parents were murdered by a power hungry man who saw your father as standing in the way of his own rise to greatness. Many, many people were manipulated and lied to, your parents included. I have come to take you home to our world."

"Now see here, the boy isn't going anywhere." The fat slob on the sofa protested.

"Who is going to stop me from taking him? You?" The witch gave a nasty chuckle and said "I can't wait to see you try and stop me. You should know, Dumbledore is dead, the funds are at an end and you two are going to be facing charges of theft, kidnapping a minor and abuse. I suggest that you sit down and shut your gob. Harry's godfather is already looking for someone to make payments for the crimes committed against your godson and when I show him what I found out, you two will be wishing you had died."

With that, the witch held out her hand to Harry and said: "Do you have any toys at all?"

"No, no madam, none," Harry said softly, looking down at his feet, ashamed at how pathetic his life was.

"No matter, I am sure that you will soon have all the toys and the new clothes that a boy of your station needs. Not desires, because we don't want you to turn into a spoiled brat, do we?" The dark-haired witch asked. "No, that wouldn't help anyone would it, Harry James Potter."

The small boy smiled timidly at the woman who chuckled when she saw the beautiful emerald green eyes staring back at her. "Harry, I am your godfather's cousin, but you can call me Aunt Bella."

With that, she exited the house holding his hand and then turned and using her hidden wand started a small fire that would cover all evidence that Harry James Potter had ever existed in the muggle world. If the humans got out, she didn't care one way or another. After what they had done to a wizard child they deserved every single bad thing that would happen to them.

Arriving in the main lobby of the Ministry, after having been driven there by a muggleborn wizard in an estate car, she saw Harry's eyes widen as he took in everything he could see. Entering the door marked Minister for Magic, she said: "Mr. Riddle, I have Harry Potter with me."

"Wonderful job, Bella. Might I suggest that you take him to see your sister Andromeda after I speak to him for a few minutes?" The handsome older man behind the desk said.

Bella Lestrange who upon the death of her husband was now Bella Black again, agreed, hoping that Andromeda and she could come to an agreement about who would be doing what regarding her cousin Sirius' godson and heir.

Exiting the office, leaving Harry with the Minister she went to speak to Amelia Bones, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. "What you found in the office was right, the Potter boy was living in deplorable conditions. I am taking him to St. Mungos when I leave here."

Amelia Bones nodded grimly and said "I was hoping that the evidence was wrong. Merlin help us if this part of Dumbledore's journal was telling the truth about his plans and crimes, what if the rest of them are true?"

Chapter Two Prompt: I'm Here

Harry was lead into a large building that he was told was a magical hospital. The dark-haired witch led him to the lifts and when they arrived on the correct floor, they were soon in a waiting room that had some patients with the strangest of injuries Harry had ever seen.

Noticing the boy staring, Bella gave his shoulder a small squeeze then leaned down and said "When less powerful wizard's don't perform magic correctly this is what happens. It is why when you go to Hogwarts, you need to be a studious pupil."

"Wait, I am a wizard?" He asked looking astounded at the news. "Really?"

She chuckled but inwardly was truly hoping that the fire she started ended the lives of the worthless muggles living inside. "Yes, a damn powerful one if what we learned this week is to be believed. It's why you were kidnapped and taken from our world."

"Bella?" They heard the soft soprano voice calling for the witch.

"I am here, Andromeda, with Harry." She said as they moved to join the witch whose looks were similar enough to the first witch for Harry to be looking between them to compare differences. "Harry, this is my sister, Andromeda. She is a witch who heals."

"Wow, a real witch doctor?" He asked his eyes going wide as he looked at the woman wearing light green robes and carrying a wand.

Andromeda nodded and said "We are called healers, Harry. Now let's go get you checked out and then there is someone who is really eager to meet you. In fact, he has been asking for you every five minutes in spite of being ordered to go to sleep."

"Does the mutt need some discipline?" Bella asked with a lilt to her tone as she seemed to look forward to the idea of meting out the discipline.

"Nope, I simply ordered him to heel when I left." The other witch said as she guided Harry to an exam room. "However, if you could go and tell him that Harry is here, it might save the mediwitches some headaches."

"Bella?" The man in the bed looked aged in spite of only being twenty-eight years old. The result of having spent six and a half years in Azkaban after being found guilty of the death of the Potter family including its heir. "I thought Andromeda told me you were going to get Harry?"

"I did and he is getting checked out, Siri. He was living with muggles. Lily's sister and her obese husband. The more we look into the matter, the clearer it becomes that the journals were true. Thank Merlin for McGonagall." Bella said with a slightly sarcastic tone. Yes, she was grateful for the new Headmistress of Hogwarts help but her blind devotion to the wrong man had almost cost their world everything.

Harry watched every single move that the witch doctor, rather healer made as she explained what she was going to him. When she had finished, she used her wand to bring several different vials of strange liquid to her then she said "Okay, Harry. This first one will fix all of the bones that have incorrectly healed. It is going to tingle for a bit, but afterward, you will feel a lot better."

Sniffing the potion, he wrinkled his nose and then promptly did as required. When it didn't taste bad, he said: "I thought it would taste as bad as it smelled and looked."

"Rather counterproductive for the potions to taste bad Harry, the patients wouldn't want to take them otherwise." She said with an amused laugh. Handing him the next one, she said "You might want to remove your glasses before taking this one. You won't need them anymore."

"Really?" He asked then hastily drank the potion. He felt the same tingling as the earlier potion, this time it made him want to sneeze which he immediately did. When finished, he looked at her and was upset at how blurry she was. "I don't think it worked."

"Try removing your glasses, Harry." She said in a dry tone then laughed when the boy flushed and finally did as she had suggested. When he gave her a wide grin she asked: "Better?"

"Excellent." He replied then seeing two more potions asked what they were for?

"
This one is going to be something you take once a week for a while until you are up to what should be your correct weight and height." She said handing him the orangish colored potion.

Harry drank it but gagged. Noticing the healer frowning, he struggled to control the urge to throw up and said: "It's way too sweet."

With that, her frown went away and she pointed her wand at him and performed some sort of spell that had the taste gone from his mouth and he no longer wanted to throw up. "I wasn't thinking. Maybe we should try the tasteless version of the nutrition potion."

Harry used a bit more caution to drink the newest potion and was relieved when it stayed in his stomach. Noticing the last potion, which was steaming and clearly from the way it was sloshing around in the vial something very different, he asked: "What does that one do?"

"I rather fear that a dark wizard has bound your magic. This is going to release it in you and will remove the various spells and hexes that I see he performed on you when he stole you away from your godfather after murdering your parents." She said with a tearful expression on her face. She handed Harry the potion and said: "This is going to feel fine at first, but depending on how powerful you are, this might sting a bit."

Harry swallowed the potion and they waited. Five minutes later, Andromeda frowned then looked at her chart and then at Harry. "How do you feel?"

"Are you sure that I have magic?" He asked with a shrug. "That didn't hurt a bit."

Her jaw-dropping, Andromeda felt something click in her mind then she sank onto a seat across from the young boy. "I think we just discovered why you were kidnapped."

"Because I am not magical?" Harry asked.

"Rather the opposite I am afraid." She said. "If you had been a squib...

Seeing his confusion, she said "A child without magic born to magical parents, taking this potion would have been excruciating. It's rather clear you are going to be a very powerful wizard someday, Harry Potter."

"I think you have the wrong boy," Harry replied.

"Well, magic disagrees." She answered back. "Now, let's go meet your godfather before he spreads germs in my hospital by sending his dog to look for you."

"You let dogs in magical hospitals?" He asked his eyes wide at the thought. He had always wanted a pet dog but had also known that the Dursleys would never allow it to happen. Heck, they didn't treat him well enough let alone would have allowed him a pet.

"Not all dogs, only this rather particular bad puppy is allowed in." She replied messing up his hair and thinking that it would be interesting to watch the battle between her sisters over who got to mother this motherless boy.

Andromeda heard the commotion the moment they were on the correct ward and said "Oh dear."

Before she could explain, Harry found himself on the ground with a very large black dog pinning him to the ground and licking his face. The dog seemed so thrilled to see him, he didn't have the heart to tell him to get off, especially since the witch who had rescued him seemed to be getting smacked around by the wildly wagging tail.

"Bad Padfoot." The healer was saying as she struggled not to laugh at the scene of the small boy being licked to death while her sister was desperately trying to evade the tail smacking her in the face. "Bad Paddy, now let the nice boy go."

When this continued for several moments, Harry was laughing so hard he was almost ready to pee his pants when suddenly he heard a new voice, this one not as happy. "Sirius Orion Black, get off that poor boy before he catches a cold."

The dog lifted his head and Harry looked up to see a pretty blond woman wearing robes and standing next to a blond man and boy had her hands on her hips and was glaring at the dog licking him. "If you don't want me to have you fixed, get up, immediately."

The dog gave Harry one more quick lick, then hastily scrambled off of him to stand nearby. The witch who had told him to call her Aunt Bella reached down and helped Harry stand.

"Now is that in any way shape or form the proper way to greet your godson, Sirius Black?" The blonde asked the dog. "You should be ashamed of yourself behaving like a wild animal. Now return to your hospital room, I am quite certain that Harry intends to visit you in there."

When the dog with its head hanging low and its tail between its legs followed her orders, Harry felt bad as it clearly looked upset. Swallowing the lump in this throat at how down the dog looked, he looked at the healer who was rolling her eyes and asking "Was that really necessary Cissa?"

"I read the report, I know what that poor boy has been through. Both of them." She answered with a subtle tilt of her head towards the hospital room. "Now let's go properly introduce Harry to his godfather. Lucius, take Draco and find both of the boys something to eat, please."

When the tall silent blond man simply replied yes dear and left, Bella said: "There are times when I fear that the wrong wizard is kept on a leash."

"There are metaphorical leashes that do the job as well as physical ones." The blonde woman said then she looked at Harry and smiled. "I am sure that a lot of this is rather confusing to you. Let's go greet your godfather and I will explain why I was so rough with the poor dog."

Chapter Three Prompt: Yogurt

Harry woke up in the fluffy bed, his head buried in the softest pillows he had ever felt in his life. Lying there for a few minutes, his mind reeling from the changes he had experienced in a mere day.

Yesterday, his bedroom had been a cupboard under the stairs in his Aunt's house. A house where he was mistreated and forced to do all the chores and fed very little.

Yesterday afternoon, a woman had shown up, taken him with her to what was clearly a government office where he had spoken to an older man, er wizard(?) who had asked him a few questions, they had sent him to the hospital with the same witch who had removed him from his aunt's house. The same witch who had told him the truth about his parents and had promised to fill him in on the rest of the story.

At the hospital, he had met another witch and had had his first physical in his life that he could remember. He had been fed potions to heal his aches and pains, would not need glasses anymore and had met the man who his parents had appointed as his godfather.

While meeting his godfather, the wizard had turned into a large black dog, the other wizards telling him that no, they didn't have the same ability. He had spent the next few hours getting to know his godfather who had told him how the same bad wizard who had sent him to live with the Dursleys had sent his godfather to prison to keep him from discovering what he had done with Harry.

By the end of the day, the blonde witch with the husband and boy had left, the boy promising to tell Harry all about what children did in their world before going home. Harry had wanted to stay with his godfather but had obeyed the suggestion that he go home with the woman who had told him to call her Aunt Bella.

Harry had done so and had been taken to a huge house in the center of London where he had been introduced to a creature called a house elf named Kreachure. Kreachure had led him to this room, removed his clothes with a disdainful expression on his face after giving him some of the nice pajamas he had ever owned.

"Oh, you're awake." Harry looked at the woman in the doorway, her hair looking a lot like the muggle stereotype of the crazy witch. She grinned at him and then said "I have to shower and prepare for my day. Sirius is going to be coming home today, so you have a choice. Would you prefer to stay here with him or go spend the day with Draco?"

"W-would anyone be upset if I simply stayed here?" Harry asked.

"No, no one would. Draco will probably ask again when he arrives, he has been rather eager to meet you." She said with a yawn. "Now, when you are ready for breakfast... no wait, let's simply call for him. Kreachure?"

When the odd little elf appeared, she said "Please bring Harry a breakfast like what I normally eat. Give him a light lunch and no matter what Sirius says, no greasy foods or too many sweets. I will be back later, after the funeral."

"Funeral?" Harry repeated.

"Yes, the man who harmed my head of house, Sirius and yourself is being buried today. I am attending on orders of the Minister who is very interested in finding out who else was part of the conspiracy to control your family estate." She replied as she walked further into the room and tucked the comforter around him. "Now it is merely seven in the morning, finish your breakfast and then take another nap. Andi says that you are not getting enough sleep."

Harry's face flushed when she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek before exiting the bedroom. The house elf popped in and placed a heavy tray on the bed next to him.

His eyes went wide as Harry took in the wide assortment of food on it. "Is all of this for me?"

"Yes, now eat Heir Potter." The house elf ordered then popped back out.

Harry took a small spoonful of the creamy looking dairy product that he identified as yogurt. Moaning at how good it tasted, he ate one of the berries in the small bowl next to it and a bite of the toast. Before he knew it, he was drinking the milk to wash down the huge meal he had just finished. He had no sooner wiped his mouth on the cloth napkin and the house elf popped back in and removed the tray.

Not sure what to do, but noticing that it was eight, he sighed and wiggled back into the pillows and pulled the comforter up with the intention of obeying the orders of the witch who seemed to be in charge of everything.

Chapter Five Prompt: Funeral

Bella arrived at the small patch of dirt where Aberforth Dumbledore had chosen to bury his later brother in what would be an unmarked grave. His brother had had very grandiose plans in his will requesting he be buried at Hogwarts, had even described the large marble tomb he had wished to be encased in and what was to be written on the headstone.

The arrogant former Headmaster, former Chief Warlock had even planned out who would speak at his funeral and in what order. Thanks to the man's former Deputy Headmistress, he was lucky that they were having a service at all.

A very angry McGonagall who after they had removed the obliviations, had been more than eager to simply use a simple fire to dispose of the man she had once revered. She had only been pacified by the love of her life when he had sensibly pointed out that without the very public spectacle that they were about to perform, there was a good chance that anyone else who was a part of this conspiracy would slip away quietly into the abyss.

Bella spat on the real grave of the former revered wizard before apparating to where his supposed funeral was being held.

So here, they were in Godric's Hollow, the falseness of even pretending to bury the bastard in the same hallowed ground as his victims leaving a nasty taste in Bella's mouth as she looked at those gathered.

Most didn't know that the large ornate coffin contained no body inside, no wand, was merely a shill to gather them in one place. As she looked around, she saw Alastor Moody and smirked as Amelia Bones tagged him to be taken in for questioning at the end of this farce.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, Hestia Jones, Emmaline Vance and the Longbottoms were the aurors who were tagged. Some because of their loyalty to the former Headmaster, others because of the possibility that they knew something, something even they weren't aware of.

The old guard who Dumbledore had cultivated over the years like Dedalus Diggle, Elphias Doge, the Weasleys and the dowager Augusta Longbottom were those who would get a closer look.

The teachers, staff, and ghosts of the school were all being questioned later on that day, in fact, they were to be the first ones interrogated.

Severus Snape having been questioned and released in spite of his small part in this mess. The Potion's master had truly believed he was protecting the boy. Minerva had been rather happy to have him able to step in as a teacher for the upcoming year as Horace Slughorn was most assuredly guilty.

Arabella Figg was even as they spoke under arrest and answering questions, her answers would later be verified by veriatiaserum. Bella was looking around for the person she herself was to tag, the werewolf who had been friends with her cousin Sirius. Remus Lupin, even if not part of the conspiracy would have a lot to answer for and then after the Ministry was finished with the wizard, he would have to face one very pissed of Sirius Black.

Bella watched as the service began, as the neutral expression on her face as she observed those attending, struggling to hid her disdain when the Weasley matriarch burst into loud sobs while she hugged her youngest child a girl tightly to her.

When the service ended, Bella saw everyone dissipate and moved forward after disillusioning herself with the intent of spitting on the old man's grave, but stopped when she saw a ragged looking man moving as stealth-fully as a drunk could forward. When the man who looked half crazed, pulled out a wand and set the fake tomb on fire and began to throw reductos as it, she couldn't help wondering what and who he was until she got closer.

The smell alone made her gag as she finally stunned the rather unkempt wizard. Using her wand to push his hair off his face, she let out a low chuckle and said "Well, well, well. Remus John Lupin. We have been looking for you. I have to say, that was not the reaction I was expecting from you."

Seeing his glare in spite of being unable to move, she pointed her index finger in front of his face and scolded him. "Naughty, naughty, Mr. Lupin, is that any way to treat the revered hero of the magical world.

Releasing him from the hex after encasing him in ropes and removing his wand, she felt her eyebrows raise when his only words were "Fuck you and fuck that lying cheating murdering old goat."

"Now is that any way to speak to a lady?" Bella mocked.

When he went to answer, she shook her head and stunned him again before carting him off to the Ministry. Dropping him off, she went to speak to Amelia and her boss who was awaiting her in the large rather plain office.

"Problems?" Amelia inquired.

"Small deviation to the plan. Someone was vandalizing the tomb." She replied. Seeing she had their attention, she dryly replied. "One Remus John Lupin, looking nothing like what he did when he graduated Hogwarts and smelling like he lives in a muggle garbage dump. I ordered your people to give him a shower and new clothes, then sober him up so that we would be able to speak to him."

Chapter Six Prompt: Puppy Love

Eight-year-old Harry was seriously developing a case of puppy love as his godfather took him to the nearby park as his animagus form. The surprised young boy had been throwing sticks and watching as the wizard/animagus chased after them as eagerly as a real dog.

When Sirius had been human, there had been an awkwardness to the situation that wasn't there when the dark-haired wizard was in this form. Harry had always longed for love, but after years in the custody of the Dursleys found it hard to interact with adults with any sense of trust. So having a godfather who was also a dog, something that was less complicated as far as he was concerned had made getting to know the older man much easier.

Arriving back at the house, Harry had a wide grin on his face as his godfather immediately returned to human form. This grin faded a bit but returned when that strange house elf popped back in and insisted that they join him in the kitchen and eat dinner.

Seated across from the man he had spent the afternoon with as a dog, Harry didn't know what to say and after several minutes of silence, his godfather finally burst out and said "I am so sorry, Harry. Your parents and I, we trusted the wrong person. When we started receiving the notes, we were so sure that it was the Ministry, so sure that our trustworthy and dedicated Headmaster would never be part of a conspiracy like this."

Seeing the young boy's confusion, Sirius frowned and then with a husky tone of his voice said "I forgot. I am sorry. Bella wished me to stay quiet for now, until this weekend so that we would have time to sit down and answer any questions you had about the situation."

Harry bit his lip and then asked: "Am I being sent back to the Dursley, ever?"

"NO!" The man tersely replied, his anger showing on his face.

Harry then dipped his head before quietly saying "Then I am fine with learning the rest when you are ready to tell me. All I care about is that I don't have to go back there, ever."

Chapter Seven Prompt: Gloves

Bella stopped in to visit her sisters on her way back to the Black family Manor house. Andromeda was helping her daughter with her final homework assignment for the summer when she arrived at the Tonks residence.

Grimacing at bit at having to enter muggle London, even for a few minutes, Bella sat down across from the two members of her family and smiled at the sight of Dora as she complained about her History of Magic Professor.

Filling Andromeda and her in about her day and asking her to come to the house this weekend, she explained. "Young Harry is still rather uneasy and I expect that to continue for a bit. I think meeting Draco and Dora might help."

"I thought he already met Draco?" Dora asked while signing her name to her assignment and then blowing on the paper to dry the ink.

"Only momentarily and then he turned down an invite to the Malfoy Manor today," Bella replied. "We have also invited Amelia's nice and a few others we are sure are safe."

Dora agreed then went to check on her father who was still at his law office. Due to the current unsettled atmosphere, he had been pulled into the Ministry to help prosecute the various upcoming cases and he had been working long hours to make up for the lost time to his client.

Bella and Andromeda discussed the parts of the case kept from the impressionable young Dora and the older witch said "Bella, this can't be swept under the rug. Riddle is going to have to go public and even after he does, it won't be believed."

"No thanks to Dumbledore's rather masterful campaign to make my boss look like the bad guy for the last several years regarding Harry. Not even Harry reappearing is going to look good for us." She replied. "Too many people believed every single word out of the old man's mouth."

"You need to get Harry's permission to release what the Goblins found out and his parent's letters regarding the original situation when they graduated Hogwarts. You also need to make the trials public."

"That is already being done." She replied with a sigh. "I have to go speak to Narcissa, Lucius is frothing at the mouth regarding Arthur Weasley not already being arrested."

"Lucius needs to be dealt with. His public feud with the Weasley family needs to be toned down or the public will believe their version of this being a vendetta against them." Andromeda stated.

"I already sent him a note. Minister Riddle has ordered him to his office tomorrow morning to make it official. I agree with Lucius that they aren't to be trusted, but both Minerva and Tom believe that it is the man's wife who was a part of the conspiracy."

"I can't believe I am saying this, but I agree with Lucius on this," Andromeda answered. Seeing Bella's confusion. She said "Molly Weasley wouldn't be able to go against the family magic. Arthur has to at least know even if he isn't an active part of this."

"I guess I better go talk to Lucy," Bella replied with a grimace. "I hate having to tell that pompous git that he might be right about anything. Seriously, what sort of a man wears gloves even in the middle of summer. I don't know why he started that affectation, but it makes him look like a git."

Andi stopped her sister and replied, "You don't know?"

"Know what?" Bella asked.

"You have been too busy, so I guess Narcissa hasn't told you. Thanks to that incident at the Department of Mysteries the night the Headmaster died, good ole Lucius can't touch anyone without getting a glimpse of their memories or what they are thinking. Croaker ordered him to wear them until it wears off."

"Oh," Bella replied with a smirk. "I think I just found a use for that pretty boy our sister married."

TBC, Maybe