AN: This is by far the longest Chapter I've ever written on any of my stories, at 44 pages. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 20 – Helping Harry

Harry Potter was a strange child. Well, not that he was strange himself, but that strange things happened around him. Like the time that he was in school, and he got angry because his cousin Dudley was shooting slimy spit balls at him, when all of a sudden his teacher's hair turned blue. The strangest part was that he seemed to be the only one to notice. None of the students laughed, no one pointed it out, and after he returned from recess he saw that her hair had returned to normal. He didn't get in trouble for it.

Another strange thing was that every time he got punished and was locked in his cupboard without eating, there was always a hot meal waiting for him inside. The first few times he thanked his uncle for the food, the man ignored him, as if he couldn't even hear him talking.

Or how every time he got sent to do chores, he always found them already done. Food in pans already cooked, garden already weeded, the lawn already cut, which meant all he had to do was avoid his family for the day, and they never seemed to notice that he wasn't actually working.

There were a lot of things they never seemed to notice, like how his room under the stairs was bigger then it should be. Even though looking at the stairs themselves the room should only be a tiny cupboard, in reality it was probably the biggest room in the house, with a comfy queen size bed and toys for him to play with.

Sometimes, he felt like it was his parents watching over him from wherever they went after they died. He often tried to picture them, and he could see flashes of a man with messy black hair like his own, or a woman with red hair: but he also had memories of a blonde woman, a man with a crooked grin, and a long haired man that could turn into a dog. At the time, he didn't know who they were, but he could remember the woman holding him and singing him to sleep. He wasn't sure they were even real. After all, people couldn't turn into animals.

He often dreamed about the pretty blonde woman singing him to sleep, but couldn't remember what the song was when he woke up. However, thinking about it always made him smile.

It was the day of his first report card, that they came to him. He had come home with straight A's and a note from his teacher stating how helpful he was in class, and how smart he was. He proudly showed the note to his Aunt and Uncle who screamed at him, accusing him of cheating for getting better grades then their precious little Dudley-kins. He ran to his cupboard in tears, and sat there crying before he suddenly felt a pair of arms encircle him, hugging him tightly. He looked up, shocked that someone was hugging him, to see the blonde woman from his memories. As she sang softly to him, his tears stopped and he smiled widely. It was the song from his dreams!

"Hello, Harry." Came a male voice. Harry looked up to see two men standing in his room. The two men from his memories, the one with the crooked grin, and the one who could turn into a dog. "I don't know if you remember us, but that is Anne, I am Q, and this is Sirius."

"Are you my parents?" Harry asked. He noticed that the blonde woman had tears in her eyes at that question.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but we aren't. Sirius is your god-father. As for Anne and myself, we can be your friends."

"I'd like that, mister Q, sir."

"Uh, no, no Harry, it's just Q."

"We're the people that have been looking out for you since you were placed with those horrid relatives of yours." Anne explained.

"You've been looking out for me?"

"Well yeah." Xander answered, "Who do you think expanded the cupboard under the stairs, or provides you with hot meals, or keeps that mangy mutt Ripper off of you. After all, that aunt of yours trained the dog to attack you."

Anne growled at the thought of someone purposely hurting her Harry, who she cared about as if he were her own son. They had been watching over Harry for years, making sure he was fed and well-cared for. (Luckily, Xander had arrested Anne's aging for the years that passed. When asked why he was able to stop her aging now, when he had said he wasn't able to previously, he simply pointed out that back then he was still tied to his human notions of what he was capable of. Now he knew better.)

And then Anne told him what he had wanted to hear from his relatives. She looked at his report card, and told him how proud they were of him. They pushed him to keep learning, no matter what his Aunt and Uncle said. After that he stopped showing his reports to his relatives, instead bringing them to his room, where his true family were always waiting to hug him and play with him, and show him how much they loved him. And they were always there for him.

Today he just hoped that something good like that would happen to help him out, as he didn't want to get in trouble for being on the school roof. He didn't even know how he had ended up there. He had jumped to get behind some trash bins to hide, as he was being chased by Dudley and his pack of thugs, when he found himself on the roof.

"This is quite a pickle you've found yourself in." Came a voice from behind him, making him spin, shocked.

"Q! Anne! Sirius! I didn't mean to! I didn't-" He began trying to explain.

"We know that, Harry." Anne said, soothingly, "It's time we explained to you why these strange things keep happening to you."

"You know why these things keep happening? But I don't have time. I need to get back down before someone sees me up here."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that." Xander replied, then nodded toward the edge of the roof. Following his lead, Harry moved to the edge and looked down. What he saw amazed him. Everyone was frozen in place, some mid step. There was a red rubber ball floating in the air where it had stopped, having been kicked.

"You stopped them all?" Harry asked.

"Of course not, that would be silly." Xander responded, "I stopped time."

Harry was struck speechless for a moment. "You can do that?"

"I am a Q, Harry. I can do anything I want."

"Wow."

"Okay, now this is something that we've been debating for a while on when to tell you, but have decided this is a good time. The first thing you need to know is that you are a wizard, Harry."

"I'm a what?" The boy asked, shocked

"A wizard." Sirius clarified.

Anne stood by Harry running her hand through his hair, trying to straighten it out. "You can do magic. That's how you've done all these strange things. Like turning your teacher's hair blue."

"Or ending up on the roof." Xander added. "Your parents were a wizard and witch, respectively. They were killed by an evil wizard."

"They gave their lives to protect you, Harry," Anne said, "You should be very proud of them."

"I am." Harry said, tears running down his face. "But why would my Aunt and Uncle say they died in a car wreck?"

"They lied to you, Harry." Sirius pointed out.

"Your aunt grew up with your mother. They were sisters, after all. She was extremely jealous of your mother for having magic, and begged Dumbledore, the headmaster of the Magic school to let her attend.

"There's a magic school?" Harry wondered aloud.

"There are magic schools all over. Not just England, but France, Bulgaria, Brazil, there's three major ones in the US, there's one in Antarctica-"

"Antarctica?" The seven year old boy interrupted. "Isn't it really cold there?"

"Yup." Xander said, "The school is under the ice, so it's protected from the weather, and they use magic to warm it, so it's quite comfy."

"Do I get to go to magic school?"

"If you want to, pup," Sirius said. "You're on the register for Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school your parents and I went to."

"You don't have to go to that one, if you don't want to, Harry." Anne spoke up, "As we said, there are other schools that will take you."

"I dunno, I think I'd like to see where my parents went to school."

"Alright Harry, you've got years to worry about it yet."

"How am I going to afford to go to a magic school? My relatives won't pay for it."

"You're parents left you money, Harry. The Potters are a very old family, and have saved up money over hundreds of years."

"Wow."

"Yup. And even if they didn't, we'd pay for you." Xander pointed out.

Then the began wxplaining things. First, they talked about the magical world, and the 'boy-who-lived' thing. Then they explained to Harry about his parent's friends.

"How come none of them took me in when my parents died?"

"That's a complicated question, Harry. You see... Dumbledore, the man I mentioned earlier who is the Headmaster of Hogwarts, is also one of the most powerful people in the magical government and he felt it was best for you to be raised by your muggle family. He wouldn't listen to anyone who told him otherwise, assured that his way was right. Remus, who we told you about, believed Dumbledore when he was told you were well looked after. The main one who would have insisted he take you in was Sirius. The problem is that he was framed for a crime he didn't commit, and locked away in prison without a trial. We got him out, but he has to stay out of the public eye."

Harry gasped, "We have to help him!"

"They've already taken steps to help me, Harry. They replaced me with a duplicate. No one outside of the people on this roof knows that I'm not in my cell where they put me."

"And we're going to get his name cleared." Anne said.

"How are you going to do that?" Harry asked.

"By bringing this," Xander held up his hands, where a Plexiglass box appeared in a flash of light, containing a nine-toed rat, "to Amelia Bones. She's the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Wormtail!" Sirius declared, upon seeing the rat, which was thrashing about the cage, looking for a way out.

"Wormtail?" Harry asked.

"This is Peter Pettigrew." Xander explained. "He is an Animagus, meaning he has the ability to turn into an animal, in this case, a rat. Hence the nickname 'Wormtail'. We told you about him."

"Yeah. He was a friend of my parents but betrayed them to Voldemort."

At this point the rat had gone silent, quivering in the corner of his Plexiglas cage. "Alright, Harry, I'm going to send you back to the ground, and restart time. You continue to go about your day, and we'll see you after school, okay?"

"Alright." He said, happy at having people who cared about him. In a flash of light, Harry was standing amongst his classmates, who were running around playing games, and having fun. Moments later, the teachers arrived to call them back in to classes.

Meanwhile, Xander sent Sirius back to the house in Fiji where they had been staying. Afterward, Xander, holding the rat in the cage, flashed himself and Anne to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The appeared in the middle of the department where people were milling about or rushing around. Thanks to his power, Xander willed no one to notice that they had appeared in a flash of light. They walked over to the door leading to the office of Amelia Bones, and let themselves in. Inside was a secretary bent over paperwork. They passed her desk, Xander willing her not to notice them either, and knocked on the inner door.

"Enter." Came the voice from within.

Anne opened the door, leading the way into the office. Inside, behind a desk, sat a woman with red hair going heavily gray and wearing a monocle. She looked surprised seeing two people she didn't know enter her office.

"How did you get past my secretary without her alerting me?" Bones demanded.

Xander grinned at her question, while he set the rat cage on her desk. "Consider it a selective notice-me-not charm. You are the only one who knows that we are here."

"Americans? You aren't with the Department of Mysteries, are you?"

"Why would you think we are with that department?"

"They've been working on selective notice-me-not charms for a while. I see you finally got it."

Xander couldn't help but grin again. "Nope, not with the DoM."

"Then who are you?" She asked, "You're dressed like muggles, but if you were, it'd be impossible for you to enter the Ministry."

"Yeah... we're not muggles either." Anne said.

"She's a mystically empowered warrior, and I'm a Q."

"A what?" She questioned, "What's a Q?"

"We're a race of omnipotent super-beings."

"You expect me to believe that?"

Xander grinned, then snapped his fingers, making the three of them disappear. They reappeared standing on a frozen beach, looking out at a frozen sea. Above them, they could see a massive planet hanging in the sky.

"Where are we?" Amelia asked, in awe.

"We are now on another planet. This is the planet Woman Wept." Xander stared up at the planet in the sky, deciding not to mention that they also crossed realities, "Do you believe me now?"

Amelia could only nod, not having words to describe the grandeur that was before them.

"Why is it called Woman Wept?" Anne asked.

"Because from space, the main continent looks like a woman lamenting."

"What happened here?" Amelia asked, looking at the waves frozen hundreds of feet above their heads.

"An asteroid slammed into the planet." Xander explained, "Hit it so hard, it literally pushed the planet out of it's orbit, causing everything on the planet to freeze in an instant. Luckily, there was no life here. Just deserts and oceans."

He turned to Amelia Bones. "Ready to go back to your office?"

She nodded, still staring at the frozen ocean. In a flash of light they were back in the DMLE. Amelia sat heavily back into the chair behind her desk.

After getting her metaphorical feet back under her, Amelia spoke, "Not to sound ungrateful for that... frankly amazing experience, but why did you come to see me?"

"It's simple, Madam Bones, we're here to correct a miscarriage of justice, and free an innocent man."

Amelia stood from her desk, leaning over it. "Are you suggesting that an innocent man has been locked in Azkaban?"

"Yes, we are." Anne interjected.

"Who?"

"Sirius Black."

"But he betrayed the Potters." Amelia declared, "You can't be serious!"

"And how do you know that?" Anne asked, "It's not like he ever had a trial."

"What? You mean we've had someone locked up for six years without a trial?" She hurriedly reached for a button on her desk, before stopping herself. "Do you mind if I call in my lead Aurors?"

"No, go ahead."

Amelia pressed the button, which connected her to her secretary. "Janet, get Rufus and Shack in here, yesterday."

"Yes Ma'am." Janet said in return, surprised at her urgency.

While they waited, Amelia asked a question that had been bugging here, ever since Q had set the clear cage on her desk. "What's with the rat?"

Xander just grinned, and waited until the large black man, named Kingsley Shacklebolt, they had met in the previous universe, along with a man with wild hair and a beard that made him look like a lion, named Rufus Scrimgeour entered the office.

"Ah, perfect timing. Now, about the rat, he's an animagus. His name is Peter Pettigrew, the real betrayer of the Potters."

This drew gasps from the three magical people in the room.

"I'm sorry," Shacklebolt said, ignoring for the moment that they didn't know who the two strangely dressed people were, "But isn't Pettigrew dead?"

"Nope." Anne said, dramatically, "He faked his death,"

"...after betraying the Potters, then being hunted down by Sirius Black. Peter accused Sirius of the betrayal, to frame him, then cut off his own finger, before firing a blasting curse into a gas line, killing those twelve people. If you cast the animagus reversal spell on the rat, you'll find out I'm telling you the truth."

Xander waved his hand, vanishing the cage, and levitating the rat away from the desk to an open area in the office. The two Aurors were amazed by what they believed to be wandless magic, something rarely seen outside the likes of Dumbledore.

The rat floated six inches off the ground, struggling to run away, as Amelia waved her wand at him. With a flash and an odd 'squelching' noise, the rat expanded and turned into a rat-faced man, with small watery eyes.

"Oh thank you!" Peter cried, "Thank you for saving me! This mad-man has held me captive for six years. He transfigured me into a rat!"

Peter, now on his knees, wrapped his arms around Amelia Bones' legs, trying to get her to believe his lies. She kicked him off of her, and stepped back. "Shack, get me some Veritaserum. Rufus, keep him covered."

"Yes ma'am." They echoed at the same time, as Shacklebolt left the office. Peter looked to the opening, as the big Auror exited, then lunged for the open door, trying to turn into a rat to escape. Rufus fired a stunner, but missed, as Xander snapped his fingers, preventing Peter from transforming. A still human Peter misjudged the space needed, as the door was only partly open and he hadn't shrunk. He crashed into the door frame, before falling onto his back and groaning.

"Rufus, restrain him." Amelia said, "And search him while you're at it. Shack, the truth serum."

"Yes, ma'am." Shack hurried out, shutting the door behind himself. Rufus searched the pathetic little man, and found two wands on him. One was nine and a quarter inches long, made of chestnut, with a dragon heartstring core. The other was the wand that had inflicted so much pain, thirteen and a half inches, made of yew, with a phoenix feather core.

"That... is Voldemort's wand." Xander said, causing the one male magical still in the room to jerk at hearing the name. Amelia on the other hand was stolid, even hearing the name of the creature that killed her family. "You really should destroy that thing, before some Death Eater that went unpunished decides to steal it."

"You're right." Amelia said, reaching for it.

"Hang on." Anne spoke up, "I was thinking that maybe Harry deserves to be here to see this."

"Harry?" Amelia asked. "As in Harry Potter? You know where he is?"

"Of course, we do." Xander commented, "We've only been looking after him for the last six years."

"Can you get him and bring him here?" Amelia asked.

"I don't see why not." Xander said. After manipulating the attentions of the people in his class, so they wouldn't notice that Harry had vanished, he brought the boy to Bones' office, making him appear in a flash of light.

Rufus was struck speechless at seeing him do something that even with magic wasn't possible.

"Hello, Harry." Anne said, fussing about with the boy's hair again. "This is Amelia Bones. She's the one who is going to get your god-father out of prison."

"Hello, ma'am." Harry said politely.

"Harry Potter, I must say it is an honor." Amelia said. "I was friends with your mother when we were in school. I'm sorry for not looking you up before now."

"It's alright, ma'am. Q and Anne have been watching out for me."

"If you want to know about Harry's life, you should ask Albus Dumbledore." Anne said with a snarl, "After all, he's the one who placed Harry with his Magic hating, abusive relatives. If it wasn't for us, he'd be a lot worse off."

"You're suggesting that Albus Dumbledore has condoned the abuse of the Magical world's hero."

"Dumbledore isn't nearly the kindly old grandfather he portrays." Xander said, "The man's a shark. That and a thief. He's been stealing money from Harry Potter's trust vault to pay for his extravagant life style."

The two remaining adult magicals gasped, while young Harry cried out, "What!?"

"Don't worry, Harry," Anne said, her hand squeezing the boy's shoulder, "He will be dealt with."

The door opened and Shacklebolt returned with a small bottle of clear liquid, causing Pettigrew to whimper, and his eyes to search for a way out.

"Harry, before we begin, we have something here you should see." Anne said, gesturing to Amelia to hold up the wand. "Harry, this is the wand that killed your parents. We thought you should witness it's destruction."

The boy smiled grimly, tears in his eyes. Amelia held up the wand, then snapped it in two, small sparks coming out from where it broke. She then waved her wand over it, vanishing the pieces.

"There, the wand that has caused so much pain is no more." She said, making Peter whimper all the more. He was terrified at the thought of what his master would do to him if or when he returned, and found out he'd let his wand get broken.

"Alright, Harry," Anne said, "It's time for you to return to school."

"Okay." He said, smiling at her for mothering him. He loved that they cared about him. Xander snapped his fingers, returning Harry back to school.

"What are you?" Peter asked shocked, looking at Xander.

"It doesn't matter, you aren't going to remember me."

"Shack, the serum." Amelia said, pointing at Peter. Rufus manhandled the small man, wrenching his mouth open, allowing Shack to drip three drops onto his tongue. The rat of a man struggled not to swallow, not aware that the potion would absorb just as easily through the membranes in the mouth. A moment after being administered, Peter's eyes went glossy and blank. Then Amelia began the questioning.

The next day, Xander, Anne, and Harry entered the Ministry of Magic through the guest entrance getting badges that, thanks to Xander's snark, said they were there to sell girl scout cookies.

In truth, they were there for the trial of Sirius Black. Madam Bones had called an emergency meeting of the Wizengamot, not letting anyone know what the meeting was about.

Immediately after the meeting with Amelia Bones, Xander had returned Sirius to his cell in Azkaban prison, only for him to be removed, and brought to the ministry holding cells.

They arrived at the Wizengamot meeting chamber, which doubled as the court room, and quickly moved to the visitors section which was rapidly becoming packed with people. After about five minutes, Amelia rapped a gavel on her podium.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice." The woman said.

"Yes, we're all here Amelia," Said a man in a green bowler hat, "Perhaps you can now tell us why we are here."

Xander leaned over, explaining to Harry that the man in the hat was the Minister of Magic.

"We are here to correct a grave injustice. We are here to give a trial to a man that has been in Azkaban for six years without one."

There was a loud murmur that emanated from both the Wizengamot members and the crowd that came to view the proceedings. Amelia rapped her gavel again, to get silence.

"Bring in the accused." She ordered. The doors to the holding cells opened, and in came Shacklebolt and Scrimgeour, leading Sirius Black into the court room. He was followed by a balding man in fine robes, his lawyer. The minister leapt to his feet.

"Amelia, what kind of joke is this? We all know he is guilty."

"What we believe doesn't matter, Minister. Our law states we can not hold any prisoner longer then fifteen days without a trial."

"But Amelia," Dumbledore, the Chief Warlock, began, "Mister Black has had a trial."

"No, as a matter of fact, he hasn't. I checked for his records personally."

Xander smiled at this. He knew that Dumbledore faked records of a trial, but with a snap of his all powerful fingers, he made the records disappear.

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore asked, "I do seem to recall-"

"I am absolutely sure," Amelia said, interrupting the aging Chief Warlock, "that this man never had a trial. The only paperwork we had on him, was the arrest record, and the paperwork sentencing him to Azkaban, signed by Barty Crouch, and Albus Dumbledore."

While Amelia was arguing with the Minister, and the Chief Warlock, the two Aurors had led Sirius to a chair that Shack conjured in the middle of the room, and chained him down. They then stood at attention, hands on their wands on either side of the chained wizard.

"Now if we may proceed?" Amelia asked, before turning back to Sirius. "Standing for the accused?"

"Edward Tonks." Spoke up Sirius' lawyer, who was also known as Ted.

"For the prosecution?" Amelia asked.

"Harper Lee." Replied the female prosecuting lawyer.

"Mister Tonks, your client is accused of betraying the secret location of James and Lily Potter, the murder of Peter Pettigrew, and the murder of twelve muggles. What is your plea?"

"Not guilty." Ted informed the court, causing more mutters from the gathered people, followed by more gavel banging.

"Your evidence?"

"Bring him in." Ted ordered. The doors to the holding cells opened, and in came Peter Pettigrew, struggling the whole way, being practically dragged by two of Xander's constructs. Shack waved his wand, creating a second chair, and then assisted the constructs, as they chained Peter down.

"This is Peter Pettigrew," Ted revealed, shocking the whole room, "Alive and well. The real secret keeper of the Potters, having faked his own death, after framing Sirius Black for the betrayal and murders."

At this point the murmurs were louder then ever, and it took nearly three minutes of Amelia banging her gavel to silence them. Finally, she pointed her wand towards the roof, and fired of a noise maker charm, a loud boom echoing around the room, making everyone go silent.

"Amelia," Dumbledore spoke up, scrabbling for reasons to end this trial, and keep Sirius in prison, "How do we know this is really Peter Pettigrew?"

"He has been questioned under Veritaserum, witnessed by myself, and my two head Aurors."

"Why was I not told about this, as soon as you found out?" Asked Minister Fudge.

"It is obviously important that we get to the truth, and I felt that we needed to rush this to court as soon as possible." Amelia said, cleverly evading answering his question.

"How do you plan to get the truth out of these two men?" Albus asked, with just a hint of smugness.

"Perhaps we should just ask them?" Ted said, already having been told that Xander, introduced as Q, would make Peter tell the truth. "Mister Pettigrew, why don't you tell us who the Potter's secret keeper was?"

"Tell the truth." Xander muttered, putting his power behind the command.

"I was." Peter said, bringing a gasp from the crowd. His eyes widened, as he realized he was unable to lie.

"Why was everyone who knew the Potters told that Sirius was the secret keeper?" Ted questioned, with a smirk.

"Sirius felt he was the obvious choice. After all, everyone knew that he was James' best friend, so I convinced Sirius that they should switch to me as the secret keeper. No one would suspect me."

"Then you gave the secret to he-who-must-not-be-named?"

"Yes," Peter agreed, "I gave the secret to the Dark Lord."

"How long have you been a Death Eater?" Ted asked.

"Since my sixth year at Hogwarts."

"Tell us about the night you betrayed the Potters, and the events leading up to Sirius's arrest."

"The spell was cast with me as the secret keeper, but I couldn't bring the secret right to my master. I had to wait for him to summon me. He would have tortured me for disturbing him, yet he still tortured me for delaying with the information. I had to escort him to the Potters, that night. I waited outside, while he went in, but then there was an explosion. I went inside, and found my master's robes and wand on the floor in front of the crib, where baby Harry was crying. Before I could do anything, That big oaf Hagrid showed up, so I grabbed the master's wand and fled. I then transformed into my animagus form, that of a rat, and found a place I could hide and still listen for any news of my master's return. I stayed there for six years, but then I was somehow found out, and brought to The DMLE."

Ted took a breath, before asking his next question, "Where did you hide out?"

"I was the pet of Percy Weasley." Xander could almost hear the gasp from Arthur Weasley who sat nearby in the crowd.

"Now," Ted said, "This next question is important, and as the Secret Keeper, you can answer it. Who cast the Fidelius Charm on the Potters home?"

"Albus Dumbledore." Peter answered, causing more murmurs in the crowd.

"Are you telling me that Albus Dumbledore knew that Sirius Black was not the secret keeper, yet had him sent to Azkaban without a trial?"

"Yes." Peter mumbled.

Ted turned to the court, "Madam Bones, I think that Albus Dumbledore should be questioned on these accusations of causing my client's illegal imprisonment."

"Your client hasn't been cleared yet, but when he is you have my word, I will prosecute this to the fullest." At this, Xander swore he could see Dumbledore gulp.

Harper Lee asked a few questions of Peter, trying to prove they were lying, but to no avail.

Ted then questioned Sirius, who gave the same story, including explaining why he was blaming himself for his friends' deaths.

"I was saying it was me, because it was my fault. I'm the one that convinced them to switch to Peter as the secret keeper. We suspected there was a spy amongst us, but we mistakenly thought it was one of our other friends, namely Remus Lupin."

After asking a few more questions of Sirius, it was Harper's turn. She again tried to prove he was lying, but could tell the Wizengamot wasn't buying it.

Finally, Ted turned to Peter. "Name all of the willing Death Eaters you know of."

Peter started naming names, including Lucius Malfoy, and Walden Macnair who currently worked for the Ministry.

There was a lot more murmuring this time, but Malfoy stood, to shout over the noise. "I've been proven innocent!"

Amelia fired off another noisemaker charm, silencing the commotion, while simultaneously pressing a charmed button on her podium, which signaled the Aurors to enter the room.

"There's only one way to know for sure." Amelia said, "Take Lucius Malfoy and Walden Macnair into custody."

"Yes ma'am." A number of Aurors said. They headed for the Wizengamot crowd, when Lucius pulled his wand, ready to fight his way out.

Before he could cast anything, his wand vanished in a flash of light. The man seemed shocked that his wand was gone, as the Aurors took him into custody, and led him from the room.

"While you are at it, please take Albus Dumbledore into custody as well."

The Aurors seemed shocked, before complying, grabbing Albus, and snapping magic suppressing cuffs onto him, then leading him from the room.

Soon after that, they held the vote, and Sirius was cleared of all charges. Amelia scheduled another meeting of the Wizengamot to vote on what kind of compensation to give Sirius, and then the meeting broke up. Xander led Anne and Harry down the steps to the floor, and across the chamber to where Amelia was standing speaking to Shack and Sirius. Harry threw his arms around his god-father, happy that he was freed.

"You wanted to see us, Madam Bones?" Xander asked.

"How did you know-" She began, but Xander just raised an eyebrow, as if it was obvious, which it kind of was, "Oh, of course. Well, I wanted to talk to you about Dumbledore. To put it bluntly, there's very little chance of him being found guilty. He has too much power."

"I figured as much." Xander said, while watching Harry who was rambling excitedly to Sirius. "Perhaps if we offer him a deal. Get him to rescind his office as Chief Warlock, in exchange for you dropping the charges."

"I don't know if we have enough proof." Amelia commented.

There was as small flash of light, and Xander was holding a roll of parchment, which he passed to Amelia. "That is the last will and testament of James and Lilly Potter. You'll note that it was witnessed by Dumbledore, and in it, it states that he was never to be alone with his muggle aunt and uncle. The will was sealed by Dumbledore, and the man placed Harry in with those very muggle relatives, who hate magic, and all things to do with it. Use that against him."

"I will."

Xander, Sirius, Anne, and Harry went on their way, while Amelia headed for the holding cells. She approached the one holding Albus Dumbledore. "Hello, Albus."

"Amelia, is this really necessary?" He asked, holding up his hands, which were still cuffed together.

"It is. You broke the law, Albus, more then once, it seems." She held up the scroll.

"What is that?" Albus asked, a sinking feeling in the back of his mind.

"The Potter will. The one you ignored."

"How did you get that? I had it sealed." Albus questioned.

"Let's just say, I have powerful friends." Amelia replied, "Now I've been authorized to make a deal with you. You give up your titles as Chief Warlock, and Supreme Mugwump, and I'll drop the charges against you."

Dumbledore sat, going over everything in his head, before realizing that if he didn't resign, they could force him out of office with the evidence they had, which would be a lot worse for him.

"Fine." Amelia took off the cuffs, and handed him his wand. "I, Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore here by resign from my role as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."

There was a flash of light, signaling the completion of the magical vow. He did the same for his position as Supreme Mugwump. Afterward, Amelia had him escorted from the building by Kingsley.

After leaving the ministry, Sirius, Harry, Xander, and Anne headed to Gringotts bank. Xander flashed them to the street right outside of the pub.

Xander turned to the seven year old boy, "Harry, this is the Leaky Cauldron. We're on Charing Cross Road, in London. This is the entrance to Diagon Alley, the main magical shopping district in England."

He led them inside the pub, which was a bit on the dingy side. "I know it doesn't look like much, but the entrance is in the back."

They headed through the pub, to a small alley behind the building containing a couple of trash cans, and a bare brick wall. Sirius explained where to tap, and how many times, before doing so with his wand., causing the wall to collapse outward, turning into an archway.

"Wow." Harry said, looking at all the amazing things for sale in the alley.

"I know, right?" Anne asked.

They began walking through the alley, Harry attempting to see everything, when Sirius noticed that no one seemed to be looking a them. "You doing that thing, where no one notices us?"

"Yup." Xander replied.

They walked to a large marble building, and entered, Harry nervously eyeing the armed goblin guards that flanked the main doors.

"Don't worry, Harry. They have great respect for children, and will not hurt you, unless you are blatantly aggressive to them, or pull a wand. You don't have a wand to pull, so you'll be fine."

They stood on line inside the bank, and eventually reached a teller, who ignored them for the moment. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Xander just tapped his index finger to his own lips signaling Harry to stay quiet. Finally, the teller looked up. "Yes?"

"We are here to speak to the Lord Ragnok about a matter of utmost urgency to the Goblin people." Xander said, speaking gobbledygook, the Goblin language.

"And you are?" The counter Goblin asked, after getting over his shock, at hearing a human speaking his language.

"I am Q, this is Anne Summers, and Sirius Black." He said, pointing out the people in his group, "And this is Harry Potter."

"Ah. Mister Potter I know that Account Manager Knifepoint was wanting to speak with you."

"We are aware of Account Manager Knifepoint's request, but before we meet with him, we must meet with Lord Ragnok."

"And what do you have to say human, that you consider so important that you need to speak to Lord Ragnok."

"Treason within the Goblin nation." Was Xander's answer. The counter Goblin gulped, before nodding.

The goblin turned in his chair, and shouted, "Guybrush! Take these humans to see Lord Ragnok."

"This way." The goblin named Guybrush said, before leading way. He was an odd little Goblin, dressed like a pirate in a blue velvet long coat.

They had followed the Goblin through the long winding halls of Gringotts, when Sirius asked, "What was that language you spoke?"

"It's called Gobbledygook, the Goblin tongue." Xander replied.

"It sounded like English to me." Anne said.

"You still have the psychic translator, remember?"

"It seems like so long ago you put that in my head." Anne commented.

"It's been over six years. Now, once we get inside, follow my lead."

They soon stopped at a set of massive golden doors, which Guybrush knocked on, before turning, and hurrying away. The doors swung open, and Xander led his party inside. He bowed deeply, the others doing the same, before the powerful yet ancient looking Goblin sitting on the throne.

"You claim to have news of treason in my nation?" The goblin, Lord Ragnok, king of the Goblins of England and Ireland asked in gobbledygook, while casually caressing a massive battle ax, the implied threat obvious.

Xander replied in the goblin's native tongue, "We have reason to believe that a Goblin by the name of Knifepoint is committing treason, by assisting a wizard to steal from one of your clients, Harry Potter."

"And who is this Wizard that you accuse of the theft?"

"Albus Dumbledore." Xander said. "He claims to be the legal guardian of Harry Potter, yet this goes strictly against the will of James and Lily Potter. Dumbledore had the will sealed in the ministry, and Knifepoint had the Will sealed here in the bank. You are the only one who can unseal it. He has since removed thousands of galleons from the Potter trust."

Ragnok stopped caressing his ax, and leaned forward in his throne. "And who are you to know such things about Gringotts?"

"I am Q." Xander said, causing Ragnok's eyes to go wide in shock.

"Our legends speak of a being calling itself Q that found us as we were dying, and brought us to a new world, where we flourished. We began to learn magic and the ways of money, and became the premiere bankers for the magical world. Every Bank manager learns this tale, in case the great Q ever returns to us."

Xander preened for a moment at the idea of being a 'Great' Q, before Anne smacked him on the back of the head, bringing him down off his pedestal.

"Can you tell us about this event that you met the Q, and came to this world?" Anne asked, her psychic translator making it come out in gobbledygook.

"We were once not the noble creatures that we are now. We fought amongst ourselves so much, we nearly wiped ourselves out. Then the great Q came, and taught us the ways of peace and money. He brought us to this world, and helped Lord Gringott to form the first Gringotts bank.

But that is enough reminiscing." He leaned over, and rang a small bell that sat on the table next to his throne. The doors opened, and in came a Goblin that Xander knew to be Ragnok's personal assistant. "Get me all the records for the Potter Trust, and the Potter Will. It should be sealed. I give you permission to unseal it. Also, have Account Manager Knifepoint detained, and escorted here. While we wait, send in food and drink."

"Yes, my lord." The assistant said, before leaving.

"Um.. what just happened?" Sirius asked.

"Sorry, Lord Ragnok, but Lord Sirius Black does not speak your tongue." Xander explained, before turning to Black, and switching to English. "We explained what's going on with Harry's bank account, and he sent his assistant to get the paperwork."

At that moment, two serving goblins entered, carrying a large tray of food and drink. Which they set on a table near the far end of the room. Ragnok stood from his throne, and approached the table, before picking up a plastic wrapped cake.

Xander couldn't help but grin. "Is that what I think it is?"

"It is a Twinkie." Ragnok explained, "We eat them in remembrance of the great Q that saved us. The tales tell us that he brought our ancestors delicious golden cakes to feast upon. A human that works for us explained to Lord Gringott about these delicious cakes."

"Lord Gringott is still alive?" Anne asked. "When was the first bank formed?"

"The first Gringotts bank was formed more then a thousand years ago. The name Lord Gringott is a title that gets passed down. Through the royal family."

Anne nodded in understanding, while she carefully tried some of the goblin food. Xander warned her away from the green colored meat that he explained was Basilisk meat, a delicacy to the Goblins. Sirius meanwhile stuck to butterbeer, and introduced Harry to the stuff.

Ragnok's assistant soon returned with the paperwork in question, with Account Manager Knifepoint following at sword point. Ragnok returned to his throne, before speaking.

"Account Manager Knifepoint, you stand accused of treason by assisting a wizard in stealing from a trusted client. What have you to say on your behalf?"

"Lies!" Knife point cried, "All lies!"

"We shall see." Ragnok said, before the door opened, and in came a number of other Goblins that Xander knew to be other account managers. They took their time reviewing the Potter records, and the Will. The longer they all were there, the more Knifepoint looked nervous. Finally the goblin that was chosen to represent the account managers approached Ragnok, kneeling before him. He confirmed that, yes, more then six thousand galleons had been removed from the Potter trust vault since the deaths of Lily and James, by Albus Dumbledore, who seemed to have no standing to do so.

Ragnok looked at now ex-account manager Knifepoint. "Get this filth out of my sight."

"He made me! He made me do it!" Knifepoint shouted as he was dragged away, the doors slamming, silencing his cries.

"I think that Harry wishes you to get the money back from Dumbledore by any means at your disposal." Xander said, which made Harry nod. They discussed the specifics of getting the money back, before Ragnok had a goblin attendant escort them back to the lobby, which they quickly passed through to exit the bank.

"Now what?" Anne asked.

"I know!" Sirius said. "Let's get Harry an owl. Every young wizard deserves an owl."

"Can I really have a pet?" Harry asked.

"Of course, honey." Anne said, taking Harry's hand and leading him to Eeylops' Owl Emporium. They followed the excited boy into the shop, as Sirius explained.

"Owls are more then pets, Harry. They are dead useful for sending mail. They always know where you want your letter to go, and can find anyone. Unless they are behind special wards, anyway. You won't have to worry about that until you go to a magic school. Until then, yes, it's your pet."

They took their time walking around the store. Harry was amazed by all the different breeds of birds, until a tiny ball of fluff and new feathers that was, at this point, barely bigger then a tennis ball landed on his shoulder and started pecking at Harry's hair, trying to style it. She couldn't have been older then ten weeks, and had just recently learned to fly.

"I think your owl found you, Harry." Xander commented.

"Can I have her?" The happy boy asked.

"Of course Honey," Anne said, "After all, I don't think she's be too happy being separated from you."

"What should I name her?" Harry asked.

Xander couldn't help himself, he knew what ninety-nine percent of Harry or Harriet Potters in this chain of parallel universes named their owl.

"How about Hedwig?"

The owl hooted happily at the name, flying circles around Harry's head. "I think she likes it."

After all the drama with Dumbledore, the years past swiftly for Harry, who was happy to be away from his relatives who hated him. Once it was announced that Sirius was cleared of all charges he, along with Xander and Anne, moved to London where they took in Harry, raising and caring for him for the next four years. They spent the school year at their home in London, while Harry was in classes, then spent the summers traveling the world, visiting different magical and non-magical sights.

Finally, Harry turned eleven and the day came that he received his Hogwarts letter. Unfortunately, it was delivered by a giant of a man. Oh, he was polite enough, but insisted that he had to escort Harry alone to Diagon Alley, and wouldn't take no for an answer. Finally, Xander had to manipulate his memories, after using his omniscience to figure out that Dumbledore didn't know about Xander and Anne, but believed Harry was living alone with Sirius. He no longer had the trinkets in his office that tracked Harry, after the goblins stripped his office bare while trying to recoup the money he'd stolen from Harry's trust vault.

Hagrid left their home, his eyes glazed over, mind full of false memories of taking Harry to Diagon Alley. Xander, Sirius, and Anne escorted the now eleven year old boy to the Alley themselves, Hedwig flying along to meet them there. She loved riding on Harry's shoulder, as he walked around the alley.

They skipped the wand shop, as Xander knew which wand would choose Harry, and they didn't want any more things to make Harry look like a dark wizard. He'd already yanked the Horcrux out of the boy's head years ago, taking with it the parseltongue ability. As to the wand, he was going to make a wand that would match Harry even better then the Holly and Phoenix Feather. They walked shop to shop, so Harry could see everything, and eventually got him all his supplies, including a rather fancy three compartment trunk. Finally, they were returning to the Leaky Cauldron when Harry spoke up. He was looking at the list of school supplies.

"According to this I need a wand."

"Don't worry about it, Harry. I'm going to make you one." Xander said, making the boy smile. They passed through the pub and out into muggle London, after which Xander transported the whole group back to the house they had been staying at for the last four years. They ate lunch before Xander called to Harry.

"Alright,you ready?" Xander pressed the palms of his hands together, then pulled them apart quickly, a wand appearing between his hands. "Here."

He passed it to the boy, who cautiously took it. "Wow. It feels powerful."

"It should." Xander said, "Give it a wave."

Harry waved the wand, red and purple sparks shooting out of the end that were so bright, they left streaks in the air for a moment.

"What's in it?" Sirius asked.

"It's Holly wood, but it contains the blood of a Q."

"How's that work? You're an energy being. You don't have any blood." Anne questioned, to which Xander just grinned and shrugged.

The month of August passed quickly for Harry, who was being taught household magic by Xander and Sirius. He was able to do magic unmonitored by the ministry, as he didn't get his wand from Ollivander's.

The morning of September the first found Harry hugging Sirius and his pseudo-parents good bye, standing on platform nine and three quarters.

"I'm going to miss you." Harry said.

"I know sweetie," Anne replied, "We'll miss you too. But we'll have you every summer, and the holidays."

"Just look forward to that, pup." Sirius said.

"Remember, we're always just a call away." Xander commented, "All you need to do is call aloud for me. I can hear it and we'll come to you."

"So whenever I miss you, all I have to do is call?"

"That's right." Xander said, "Though why don't you give yourself a few days to settle in and make some friends, before you miss us to much, alright?"

"Alright."

At that moment, the whistle blew, warning that the train would be leaving momentarily. "Go Harry, We'll see you for Christmas."

And with that, Harry got on the train, and was gone.