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Harry Potter opened his eyes with a groan.
His glasses were miraculously still on his nose, allowing him to see the room he had been transported to.
He had time to see Ron and Hermione's confused expressions before he heard a scream.
"Freak! What did you do?"
He turned, his eyes widening at the sight of his uncle, his face red and grimacing furiously.
Much angrier than he had ever been at Harry, and that was saying a lot.
"I did nothing!" Harry replied, moving away from his uncle when he realized he didn't even have his wand with him.
"I've put up with enough of your strange things! That damned owl, letters everywhere, those people! Enough is enough! If you don't take us back to our home right now, you'll regret ever being born!"
Before Vernon could actually hit Harry, a red-haired boy pushed him back, while another, blocked his uncle's fist, twisting his wrist with extreme ease.
Harry blinked.
His worst nightmare had come true.
His friends knew exactly what the Dursleys were like.
"Are you okay?" A voice asked, and Harry turned to look at the boy who had helped him.
He had burns all over his arm. That, the red hair and the gentle smile had labeled him a Weasley in his head. And, in particular, he supposed that the boy was Charlie.
"I am fine thank you." Harry smiled at Charlie, who held out his hand. "Charlie Weasley."
"Harry Potter." Harry shook hands, then turning to Bill.
"And you must be Bill?"
Bill smiled. “Do my brothers talk about me?”
"I asked Ron how many brothers he had and he said a lot." Harry smiled and Bill chuckled. "They talk about you a lot too. Honestly, I feel like I already know you."
His gaze darkened slightly.
"Do you know that man, Harry?"
"It's my uncle Vernon." Harry replied, sighing tiredly. "He shouldn't be here, though."
Harry looked around, exhaling sharply when he saw Sirius next to Remus.
At the same moment, the Minister of Magic gasped and pointed at him. "Sirius Black!"
Without thinking, Harry leapt in front of his godfather, pointing at the adults in the room. "No one touches Sirius."
Fudge, speaking in a soothing tone, said. "Harry, dear boy, I understand that you are confused..."
“I have never been confused, Minister.” Harry growled. “I always told the truth and you were going to order the Kiss for someone who was innocent.”
A woman, with dark red hair and a monocle over one eye, looked at Harry curiously. "Are you sure, Mr. Potter? Sirius Black is accused of some rather serious crimes."
"Reported by Muggle witnesses who certainly cannot recognize the source of a spell." Hermione spoke, from Harry's other side, staring into the woman's eyes. "And no one ever thought to put Sirius on trial or just check the latest spells cast by his wand."
The woman raised an eyebrow and a man with a scarred face snorted. "That's a great point. Why didn't anyone push for a trial?"
Fudge swallowed. "I wasn't yet a minister at that time, you see..."
Harry spoke. "And yet you were ready to condemn an innocent to the Dementor's Kiss just to maintain an image!"
Albus Dumbledore coughed. "Please, everyone. Sirius is innocent, and we will have irrefutable proof of this."
"What are you talking about, Albus?" A man asked, his voice deep and soothing.
“You see, Kingsley, it looks like we have some books to read about the past, present, and future.” Albus showed the books that were on a table. "It sounds like Harry Potter's story."
Fudge clapped. "Well let's read them. What are we waiting for?"
"Mr. Potter's permission to proceed." Kingsley said, looking at Harry.
Harry, Ron and Hermione whispered to each other.
Hermione was looking at Harry worriedly. "Harry you don't have to do this."
“I don't think the room will give us much choice in the matter.” Harry whispered back.
Ron shook his head. "If you don't want to, we just need to find a way to reverse whatever magic brought us all here. The question is, what do we gain by allowing them to read our history?"
Hermione paled. “They will find out all the rules and laws we broke.”
Harry nodded. "I'll make it a condition."
Ron whispered. “There will probably be a lot of pretty personal information as well.”
“Do you want to put a secret keeper on the information?” Hermione asked.
Ron nodded. "Someone you trust in the role. That doesn't have a problem with any rules being broken and that he's willing to do anything to help you."
"Well, we have chosen." Harry nodded.
Then he turned to the rest of the room.
"I have conditions."
"Sure." Kingsley nodded.
“Detentions cannot be meted out for something that has already happened or is yet to happen.” Harry said and all the adults nodded.
“I don't agree, but I can see your point.” McGonagall spoke.
"Also, since it's my life and not all that information is going to be critical, I want a Secret Keeper on things that come out." Harry said.
“Binding our memories to your discretion?” The woman asked.
Harry nodded. "Without obviously touching any of the most important memories."
"Very good. Who would you like as Secret Keeper, then?" The woman asked.
"Fred and George Weasley." Harry said, smiling at the shocked expressions of the two boys.
"Anything else?"
"Who are you?" Harry pointed to the four people he didn't know.
"Amelia Bones."
“Kingsley Shackebolt.”
"Alastor Moody."
"Tonks."
Albus smiled. "Now that the presentations have been taken care of, I am very happy to start reading."