Cornelius Fudge sat in Dumbledore's office, sweating through his expensive robes like a man who had just realized hisentire career was teetering on the edge of a very deep, very dark abyss.He had just contactedevery judgeinvolved in Sirius Black's sham trial, hoping for a reasonable response—perhaps a call forjustice?Reevaluation of the case?

Instead, their reply was simple:

"Silence them. Put Black back in Azkaban and ensure he doesn't leave alive."

The room fell into ahorrified silenceas Madam Bones, Minerva McGonagall, Snape, Dumbledore, and Lupin read the letter.

McGonagall looked like she wanted tothrow up.

Lupin clenched his fists, shaking withrage.

Snape—who hadneverliked Black—had arare expression of disgust.

EvenDumbledore's twinkle momentarily died.

Fudge, meanwhile,turned into a human puddle of panic.

"Th-this is ridiculous!" he stammered, trying to smooth down his robe as ifadjusting fabric could erase corruption.

"They're suggesting we justkillhim," Madam Bones whispered, voice thick with controlled fury.

"Andsweep it under the rug," Snape added,pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Disgusting," Lupin spat, glaring at the Minister like he was themanifestation of everything wrong with the world.

But amidst the tension, Raja...

Smirked.

Because, of course, healready knew this was going to happen.

Withdramatic flair, Rajasnapped his fingers, and with asoftpop, adignified, regal-lookingDobby appeared, wearing aperfectly tailored butler's uniform.

"Master," Dobby said, bowing elegantly, "Dobby has arrived."

Fudge, who hadnever seen an elf behave like a nobleman, looked like he'd swallowed his own tie.

Raja nodded with an air ofnoble suffering."Dobby, you know what to do."

Dobbyadjusted his white glovesand took the letter Raja handed him,nodding solemnly.

"Of course, Master. Before he became a butler, Dobby's late master was anMI6 agent.Stealth is in Dobby's very bones."

Madam Bones blinked. "...I'm sorry.What?"

But before anyone could demand an explanation,Dobby vanished.

The letter was addressed toRita Skeeter, and it was abeautifully-crafted bomb of journalistic chaos.

It detailed everything:

Thesham trialof Sirius Black

Theattempt on Pettigrew's life to silence him

TheMinister's negligence

Awell-placed manipulation to make it seem like noble families were responsible for the attack

And at the very end, Raja had added:

"Urgent! Report before they execute Sirius Black, your disciple of justice, SHADE."

Because nothing motivatedRita Skeeterlike ascandalbig enough to set the wizarding world on fire.

Bymorning, the gates ofHogwarts were under siege.

Ahorde of reportersfrom theDaily Prophet,Wizarding Weekly,The Quibbler, and even aFrench publication Raja had never heard ofwere demanding aninterview with Sirius Black and the Minister.

Fudgelooked like he was about to fake his own deathand flee the country.

Dumbledore, ever theagent of controlled chaos, simply smiled and said, "Well, it seems we have an audience."

Madam Bones, now carryinga migraine the size of Europe, sighed. "Let's get this over with."

So out they went—Fudge, Bones, Sirius, Dumbledore, and Raja.

Naturally,Raja immediately took over the entire thing.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"Raja shouted,spreading his arms wide like a preacher welcoming lost souls.

The camerasflashed like crazy.

Reporter 1: Who are you? why are you taking the part of spoke person in this tiuation.

Raja " Because I was the person who found the Mr. black and made him realise vengeance is not the solution.

Reporter 2: How did you find him.

Raja:"Ah, my brother. It is written in the sacred texts of Merlin, and by sacred texts, I mean..."

Pulls out theMarauder's Mapdramatically.

Raja:"This bad boy right here showed me a name that should NOT have existed—one Peter Pettigrew!"

Gasps from the crowd.

Sirius:[grinning]"Bloody brilliant."

Rita Skeeter:"And what did you do when you realized this, Pastor Kumara?"

Raja:*"Did I panic? Nay. Did I run to the Ministry like a fool expecting justice? Nay again! I, the humble shepherd of truth, walked into the lion's den known as the Shrieking Shack andsat like a KING!"

Sirius awkwardly nods behind him.

Sirius:"Yeah, he was sitting on a conjured throne, eating grapes."

Raja:"For even in the face of darkness, one must snack."

Reporter3: where are the evidences for Sirius being not guilty.

Raja:[dramatic sigh]"reporters, may I present to you... EXHIBIT A!"

Throws a handkerchief into the air—

It bursts into golden light, revealinga floating magical portrait of Peter Pettigrew confessing under Veritaserum.The portrait looks down and says in a whiny voice:

Portrait Peter:"Yes, yes, I betrayed the Potters, framed Sirius, and then pretended to be a rat for twelve years. It was exhausting."

Thecrowd goes ballistic.Reporters scribble notes furiously.

Rajagestured dramaticallyto Sirius, who transformed into hisdog form, whimperedpathetically, then transformed back intohis human self, looking like the very embodiment of suffering.

Thecrowd gasped.

"Look at him!" Raja cried,wiping away a tear that didn't exist."An innocent man, locked away for TWELVE YEARS, with nothing butdementors and regret for company!"

The reporterserupted into murmurs of sympathy.

Sirius, caught off guard,blinked at Raja."Wait—"

Rajaspun to face him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Sirius," he said solemnly, "do you hate them? Do youwish for vengeance?"

Sirius hesitated. Hisragehad been the only thing keeping him alive in Azkaban.

But then he sawHarry, watching from the crowd.

And suddenly, theanswer changed.

"No," he said finally, his voice raw. "I just want to live."

The crowderupted in applause.

Rajanodded sagely."And that, my dear people, is the power of compassion!"

Rita Skeeter,vibrating with excitement, immediately asked, "But what of the noble families? Were they involved?"

Rajasighed dramatically."We cannot say for certain, but manyfeel deep regretfor what happened to Sirius.So much regret, in fact, that they have each promised him 50,000 Galleons in compensation."

Somewhere,entire noble families collectively choked on their breakfast.

And just like that,the narrative was sealed.

With thenobles publicly compensating Sirius, the Ministry hadno choicebut toofficially clear his name.

Sirius and Harry had their long-awaitedemotional reunion,Lupin also promised tostay by Harry's side,and for once, it felt likethings were looking up.

Thencame the End-of-Year Feast.

As expected,Slytherin won the House Cupagain, much to Gryffindor'sendless suffering.

But this time, thebiggest honor went to Raja Again.

Dumbledorestood, smiling warmly.

"I am proud to announce aspecial awardto a young man who once again hasshown exceptional wit, bravery, and an undeniable flair for dramatic theatrics."

Rajacame from the door once again this time he was raiding an unicorn in White and gold robes with divine light following from the sky with background music of Halo.

There was collective gasp's in the hall and pin drop silent.

The Youth Pastor of Merlin had arrived.

After taking the reward he was going to give a speech.

Hespread his arms wideandpreached to the masses.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, witches and wizards of all ages!

I come before you today not as a mere student of Hogwarts, not as just another handsome, highly intelligent, magically gifted prodigy—though all of those things are, of course, true. No, today, I stand before you as ahumbleservant of theHOLY ORDER OF MERLIN!(Praise be! 🙌)

Brothers and sisters, have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and thought,Wow, I wish I was half as powerful as Merlin? Have you ever stared at your wand and realized it just... doesn't wand the way Merlin's did? Well, worry not, my dear children, for salvation is at hand!The Order of Merlin is recruiting!

Yes! For asmallmembership fee—ahem, a modest, heartfelt donation—you too can walk the righteous path of the First and Foremost Wizard of Legend! You'll receive:

✔️ Theillusionof magical superiority!

✔️ ACertificate of Awesomenesssigned by yours truly!

✔️ The spiritual right to wear long, dramatic robes and stroke your beard thoughtfully (fake beards available for first-years)!

✔️ And of course,the eternal, unquestionable knowledge that you are simply better than everyone else.

For only ONE Galleon a day, you canpretendyou, too, are destined for greatness!

Now, my dearfaithful, before we pass around the holy donation hat, let us discuss the tragic case of oneSirius Black.

A man misunderstood. A soul misjudged. A wizard in desperate need of... well, quite frankly, abetter lifestyle.

Sirius Black has been throughso much pain, so muchsuffering, and worst of all—he's hadZEROpersonal spa days inover 12 years!Truly, brothers and sisters, this is an injustice.

For just atinydonation—(minimum of 5 Galleons, no Sickles accepted, we have standards)—you can help our dear brother Sirius move from adingy, flea-infested caveto afive-star resort where he truly belongs.

💰DONATE NOW!💰Remember, giving is its own reward! (And by "its own reward," I mean I'll be rewarding myself with the money.)

Let us all bow our heads and chant together:

"Hallowed be thy beard, O Merlin the Magnificent!Guide our wands, expand our vaults!And grant us the wisdom... to donate generously to Raja's pockets!"

AMEN!🙌🔥

(Disclaimer: The Order of Merlin is not responsible for any financial loss, parental disappointment, or unforeseen expulsion from Hogwarts. All donations are non-refundable and 100% legally questionable.)

"Brothers and sisters of magic, let us REJOICE! For today, we witness thedivine will of Merlinrestoring justice upon this sacred land!"

McGonagallfacepalmed.

Flitwick trying to stop is lol in stomach in pain.

Snapeactively glared at the ceiling, silently pleading for divine intervention.

Dumbledore,sipping his tea, just let it happen.

And thus, another year at Hogwarts ended—with chaos, justice, and the rise of Wizarding Britain's strangest hero.

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