The meeting in Dumbledore's office ended in uneasy silence.Peter Pettigrew, bound and trembling, glared through swollen eyes from his conjured cage as Dumbledore's voice broke the tension.
"Mr. Valvas," Dumbledore said gently, "I believe it best if Pettigrew remains under your watch. For now, I would rather not see him within Ministry hands until the trial is arranged. I trust your wards more than theirs."
Roy nodded.
"Understood, Headmaster."
The others began to file out — Harry and Sirius, still dazed but smiling faintly, Ron pale and shaken. Sirius paused at the door, giving Roy a brief, grateful look.
"You've done more than anyone ever did for me, lad. Thank you."
Roy inclined his head.
"You'll be free soon, Mr. Black."
When they were gone, the corridor outside the Headmaster's office fell silent — only Roy and Snape remained.
Snape folded his arms, his expression unreadable.
"So. You're the boy everyone whispers about — the one who manages to make chaos look like order."
Roy's tone was almost amused.
"I prefer the term efficiency."
He placed the small cage containing Pettigrew on the marble banister.
"Professor, I'm willing to make a deal."
Snape's eyes flickered, curiosity briefly breaking through his stoicism.
"A deal?"
Roy conjured a slender black whip, fine and gleaming with runic etchings. It pulsed faintly with a red hue.
"This is a design of my own. It has the same effect as the Cruciatus curse— but leaves no marks, no detectable trauma. A perfect instrument for… persuasion."
Snape's breath caught.He looked from the whip to Pettigrew, who whimpered in his cage, already realizing what awaited him.
"And what do you want in return?" Snape asked quietly.
Roy's tone remained mild, businesslike.
"Two days. You may do whatever you like with him. After that, I'll call for the trial. In return— all potion homework for the rest of my Hogwarts years is void. You'll sign off my grades personally."
There was a long, taut silence. Then, slowly, the corner of Snape's mouth curled.
"A frightening boy, aren't you?"
"Efficient," Roy corrected, handing him the cage and the whip. "Two days, Professor."
Snape took them both without another word and swept down the corridor, cloak snapping behind him like a dark banner.
Two Days Later — The Wizengamot Trial
The grand chamber of the Wizengamot was alive with murmurs. Purple-robed judges filled their tiers, and the golden inlays of the Ministry seal gleamed under enchanted light.
In the center stood Sirius Black, no longer in chains, head held high.To one side, Peter Pettigrew cowered — pale, trembling, and visibly broken after Snape's "persuasion."
Behind the benches, Dumbledore, Lupin, Snape, and Harry sat together.Across from them, the Valvas delegation had arrived with quiet precision.
Roy entered the chamber in a tailored black coat bearing the Valvas crest, Narcissa Black at his right, Bela White at his left, and Nagini — serene, mysterious, her eyes gleaming gold — following as the proxies of his Wizengamot seats.The murmurs in the hall swelled; three of the twelve most influential voting chairs now sat under his indirect control.
When Roy took his place beside Lupin and Harry, even Fudge looked uneasy.
The trial began.
Judge Tiberius Ogden presided, his voice echoing across the chamber.
"Sirius Orion Black, accused of the murder of Peter Pettigrew and twelve Muggles, of treachery and aiding the Dark Lord. How do you plead?"
"Not guilty," Sirius said, voice firm.
Evidence was presented: Pettigrew's living presence, his confession under Veritaserum, and the Dark Mark on his arm. When the mark was revealed, gasps and shouts filled the chamber.
Fudge stammered, trying to regain control.
"Th-this is— unprecedented!"
Dumbledore rose, voice calm but commanding.
"The evidence speaks for itself, Minister."
The judges withdrew briefly to vote. The decision returned unanimous.
"By the authority of the Wizengamot," Ogden announced, "Sirius Orion Black is hereby declared innocent of all charges. He is to be immediately released and restored his rights, lands, and titles."
Applause erupted — hesitant at first, then thunderous.
Sirius turned, eyes wet, to where Harry and Lupin sat.Harry was grinning — relief and joy mixing freely on his face.And then Sirius's gaze found Roy, sitting calmly in the gallery.
"You did it," he whispered, half in awe.
Roy inclined his head once.
"Justice is just another kind of calculation, Mr. Black."
After the Trial
Outside the Ministry's marble hall, the air was crisp and clear.Sirius laughed for the first time in thirteen years — a raw, unrestrained sound that made Harry smile wider than he had in months.
"Roy," Sirius said, holding out a small iron key — old, ornate, gleaming with magic. "The Black family vault. You gave it back once. Now I give it to you again — with five percent of what's inside. And copies of our grimoires. You've earned it."
Roy took the key, considered it for a moment, then returned it.
"Keep it. You'll need it to rebuild your name. I'll take the share and the books — knowledge is worth more than gold."
Sirius laughed again.
"You sound just like Dumbledore. Or worse — like a Valvas."
Roy smiled faintly.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Narcissa, standing nearby, gave a rare soft smile.
"Welcome back, cousin. The Blacks have needed redemption for a long time."
As Sirius embraced Harry, Roy turned to leave with Nagini, Narcissa, and Bela White following close behind.The whisper of their robes echoed through the marble hall — the sound of new power moving quietly beneath the world.
Behind them, the crowd still cheered for Sirius's freedom, never realizing that the real victory — the one that changed the balance of power in wizarding Britain — belonged to Roy Valvas