Ch210- Sirius Black

Ch210- Sirius Black

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Amidst the chaos, Sirius emerged from a side room, looking both relieved and apprehensive. His eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on Harry. There was a mixture of gratitude and pain in his gaze. Harry, keeping his emotions in check, walked over to him and embraced him warmly for the benefit of the onlookers. "Harry," Sirius said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "You look so much like your father."

"It's good to see you, Sirius," Harry said, his voice steady.Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

Sirius hugged him back tightly, whispering, "Thank you, Harry. I owe you my life."

Pulling back, Harry nodded. "Let's get through this, Sirius. Together."

The photographers captured the moment, and Harry could feel the weight of their lenses. He knew this image would be all over the Daily Prophet by morning. As they posed for more pictures, Nigel couldn't resist a comment. "A perfect family reunion for the press, Master Harry. With your ability to deceive the press, perhaps you should consider a career in public relations."

Harry mentally chuckled. "Noted, Nigel. Let's just get through this."

Minister Fudge stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Ahem, yes, well, this is a momentous occasion. Sirius Black has been exonerated, and we are here to witness his reunification with his godson, Harry Potter." He then turned to the press and announced, "But beyond that, Harry Potter caught the true lieutenant of the Dark Lord, and exonerated an innocent man, Lord of the Black Family. Including his efforts to end the Dark Lord, I, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, hereby present the First Class Order of Merlin to Harry Potter."

Gasps filled the room as the press scribbled furiously. Harry stepped forward, his expression calm but determined. "Thank you, Minister Fudge, but I cannot accept this honor." Another round of gasps followed, and Fudge's smile faltered, confusion and concern clouding his face. He had hoped this gesture would smooth things over, but Harry's refusal was a public rejection of his goodwill.

Just moments ago, they had exchanged pleasantries, and now Harry was refusing his goodwill. Fudge looked visibly uncomfortable as the press buzzed with curiosity.

Harry continued, his voice steady and clear. "I believe there's a misunderstanding about my so-called achievements." He took a deep breath and addressed the room. "I don't understand why people exaggerate my achievements so much, but it's time to make things clear."

The room fell silent, all eyes focused on him. "The only thing I achieved that day was crying my eyes out and waiting for the deadly spell to hit me in the face." He pointed at his scar, making many wince.

Cornelius Fudge shifted uneasily. "My mother, Lily Potter née Evans," Harry continued, "researched, studied, and fought against Death Eaters and Voldemort for years, all while carrying me. In the end, she found a ritual that protected me from the curse."

Cornelius Fudge shifted uncomfortably, realizing the depth of Harry's message. Harry pressed on, "I understand why some might want to keep this knowledge hidden. Ancient rituals can be complex and not always pleasant. But why should the spell that saved me, fueled by my mother's love, be kept a secret? Especially when the most dangerous curses are already known to everyone?"

The room was tense, the weight of Harry's words sinking in. He had turned the narrative from one of personal glory to a tribute to his mother's sacrifice, challenging the secrecy surrounding the protective magic she had used. Harry's refusal to accept the Order of Merlin wasn't just a rejection of personal accolades but a call for recognition of true heroism and the importance of transparency in the wizarding world.

"Better now that this nightmare is over," Sirius replied, his voice steady but tired. "Thank you, Harry, for everything. I owe you my freedom."

Harry shook his head. "You don't owe me anything. I'm just glad the truth came out."

Harry, after his heartfelt conversation with Sirius, turned his attention to the others present. He approached Minister Fudge and Amelia Bones, his expression a mix of gratitude and formality.

“Thank you, Minister Fudge, for your efforts today. I truly appreciate the support,” Harry said, shaking Fudge’s hand firmly.

Fudge, still somewhat taken aback by Harry's earlier speech, managed a smile. “Of course, Harry. It’s the least we could do after all you've done.”

Harry then moved to Amelia Bones, who had been instrumental in orchestrating Pettigrew’s capture. “Madam Bones, your help has been invaluable. I’m grateful for everything,” he said earnestly.

Amelia nodded, her stern features softening slightly. “You’ve shown remarkable bravery and wisdom, Harry. We’re all proud of you.”

With the formalities concluded, Harry turned to Sirius. “Sirius, you need to rest and recover. The Aurors will take you to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. They’ll ensure you get the care you need.”

Sirius looked at Harry with a mixture of pride and affection. “Thank you, Harry. I’ll see you soon.”

Harry watched as Sirius was escorted by the Aurors, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He then rejoined Kingsley Shacklebolt, who had been waiting patiently nearby.

“Ready to head back, Harry?” Kingsley asked with his usual calm demeanor.

Harry nodded. “Yes, let’s go.”

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