'Sirius?'
'Ophelia'
They looked at each other for a moment.
'I missed you!', They said together, and hugged.
'Did you believe it?', said Sirius after they had pulled away. 'Did you believe I was a murderer?'
'I didn't', she said.'I was trying to get you out of there, when you yourself did it'
They loved silence. Sirius grey eyes which shone brightly have seen happiness again after twelve long years in Azkaban and two years on the run. As for Ophelia, who also lived alone with her only son, Rigel, had lost her husband, Sam Corazon, 13 years ago.
'You married Corazon, who's he?', Sirius said.
'My parents forced me into marriage', she sighed. 'I told them that I wanted to marry you, and swoosh! you were in Azkaban'
'I was an idiot!', he said.
'You still are, Sirius', she smiled at him.'You know what?... I was pregnant when he died, He was murdered, by a death eater'. Her eyes were teary as she continued again.'I raised my son alone...'
'Wait.. did he not get a letter from Hogwarts?', Sirius asked suddenly.
'He gets it every year, I just don't wish to send him there...'
'It's not your wish Phelia!', Sirius stated. 'Don't you remember how much fun we had?... We found friends!... we found love!.... we found freedom!... we found everything there!'
'But--'
'No buts! He is going to Hogwarts! Harry and his friends would help them! I bet he's a Gryffindor', Sirius smirked.'
'I bet he's a Hufflepuff', she said.
'Never leaving off these bets, are we?', Sirius said and they laughed together. Sirius prepared them some coffee
'Sirius?'
'Mhmm?', he hummed as he sipped the coffee
'I still love you'
He spat out his coffee, he smiled at her as he coughed a bit.
'Are you serious?', he said with a huge grin.
'I'd punch you if you don't believe that I'm serious!', she stated. 'I want you, for the rest of my life... Like forever... will be my love, love'
Sirius had already heard this line. Somewhere...
'Copied my dialogue, didn't you?', said Sirius.'Should we get married?'
'Your choice', she said.'If you still wanted to marry a Widow'
'Shut it! you're not a widow any more', he said.'I don't matter who you are, I'm gonna marry you anyway'
'When?'
'Dunno... Let's talk about this later', he smiled
Somewhere in the Ministry of Magic, Y/n, Harry and Mr.Weasley were pacing faster, because they were five minutes late. Harry's nervous, sweaty hand was intertwined with Y/n's.
Mr. Weasley stumbled to a halt outside a grimy dark door with an immense iron lock and slumped against the wall, clutching at a stitch in his chest.
'Go on,' he panted, pointing his thumb at the door. 'Get in there'.
'Aren't — aren't you coming with — ?'
'No, no, I'm not allowed. Good luck!'
'Am I allowed?', asked Y/n.
'I guess so... You can go in..', Mr. Weasley said and left immediately.
Harry's heart was beating a violent tattoo against his Adam's apple. He swallowed hard, turned the heavy iron door handle, and stepped inside the courtroom.
'Don't worry, Harold... you'll be fine.. I'm with you', she whispered.
The large dungeon he had entered was horribly familiar. He had not only seen it before, he had been here before: This was the place he had visited inside Dumbledore's Pensieve, the place where he had watched the Lestranges sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.
The walls were made of dark stone, dimly lit by torches. Empty benches rose on either side of him, but ahead, in the highest benches of all, were many shadowy figures. They had been talking in low voices, but as the heavy door swung closed behind Them an ominous silence fell.
'You're late.', said a cold male voice.
'Sorry,' said Harry nervously. 'I-I didn't know the time had changed.'
'That is not the Wizengamot's fault,' said the voice. 'An owl was sent to you this morning. Take your seat... Who's that with you?'
Harry looked over his shoulder at Y/n. 'Y/n Malfoy, my friend', he said.
'I'm not your friend!', she whispered. She had noted that down to fight later.
Harry and Y/n went to the chair in the center of the room, the arms of which were covered in chains. He had seen those chains spring to life and bind whoever sat between them. Their footsteps echoed loudly as they walked across the stone floor. When Harry sat gingerly on the edge of the chair the chains clinked rather threateningly but did not bind him. Feeling rather sick they looked up at the people seated at the bench above.
'Very well,' said Fudge. 'The accused being present — finally — let us begin. Are you ready?' he called down the row.
'Yes, sir,' said an eager voice Harry knew. Ron's brother Percy was sitting at the very end of the front bench. Harry looked at Percy, expecting some sign of recognition from him, but none came. Percy's eyes, behind his horn-rimmed glasses, were fixed on his parchment, a quill poised in his hand.
'You know him?', Y/n asked Harry.
'Ron's brother, Percy... You must've seen him last year as the judge'
'Yeah, yeah. I've seen that git'
'Disciplinary hearing of the twelfth of August,' said Fudge in a ringing voice, and Percy began taking notes at once, 'into offenses committed under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and the International Statute of Secrecy by Harry James Potter, resident at number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey'
'Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law En- forcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. Court Scribe, Percy Ignatius Weasley —"
"— Witness for the defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," said a quiet voice from behind Harry, who turned his head so fast he cricked his neck.
'Why do you have to turn your neck so fast!', Y/n scolded.'Be careful next time!'
'Okay mum!', Harry said playfully, but still tensed about the hearing.
He took the last few steps at a run, wrenched open the door, and almost collided with Mr. Weasley, who was standing right outside, looking pale and apprehensive.
'Dumbledore didn't say —'
'Cleared,' Harry said, pulling the door closed behind him.
'of all charges!', Y/n added.
Beaming, Mr. Weasley seized Harry by the shoulders.
'Harry, that's wonderful! Well, of course, they couldn't have found you guilty, not on the evidence, but even so, I can't pretend I wasn't —' But Mr. Weasley broke off, because the courtroom door had just opened again. The Wizengamot were filing out. 'Merlin's beard,' said Mr. Weasley wonderingly, pulling Harry aside to let them all pass, While Y/n herself followed Harry, 'you were tried by the full court?'.
'I think so,' said Harry quietly.
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A.N: Sirius is getting Married ppl! how are y'all feeling!?
Do you like Ophelia?