"Black was never given a trial," Harry, Ron, and Hermione all straightened up at this. He was just sent right to Aszrabn. They didn't even test his wand to see if he was the one who fired the spell."

"But he had to be," said Rom. "He was the only wizard there!"

"Wrong. There was another wired there, Peter Pettigrew. And you aren't going to believe this. They knew each other. They were schoolmates," said Amelia, rummaging around in her bag.

"How do you know this?" asked Hermione.

"These," Amelia pulled out a stack of parchment. "I stuck them from Flicnes office when Snape gave me dentation. Pettigrew and Black were friends. "

"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Ron, growing impatient.

"Hold your Hippocrates. There were two wizards at the scene both knew each other, and no tests were ever done on the wands. What does that tell you?" Amelia was grinning widely. " Come on. It isn't that hard to guess."

"It could have been a dull," whispered Hermione.

"Exactly!" shouted Amelia snapping her fingers. "It could have been dull and the muggles just got caught in the crossfire. Black could be innocent of mass murder."

"But he still killed all those people," said Harry fixing his glasses that had slid down his nose.

"That's called accidental manslaughter, not murder. Meaning Black could have been falsely convicted. That could explain why he is so pissed."

"Then why did he come here and try and get into Gryffindor's common room?" asked Ron, arms crossed. Amelia shrugged. "Still thinking about that one. Maybe he is looking for something."

"Like what?" asked Hermine.

"Pot, maybe," Amelia joked. "I'm not sure what he is after or why is so mad."

"The lights are going out now!" Percy shouted. "I want everyone in their sleeping bags and no more talking!"

The candles all went out at once. The only light now came from the silvery ghosts, who were drifting about talking seriously to the prefects, and the enchanted ceiling, which, like the sky outside, was