Pov Evelyn,
How long have I been running, swinging spells right and left? In my opinion, this crazy race has lasted at least three hours.
I was so exhausted that I couldn't even breathe.
The trio got up, and Harry looked as if he was going to kill Pettigrew at any moment.
"It's not possible! Pettigrew is dead; there were witnesses."
"You know, Minister Fudge, it's very easy to fake one's death and present a fabricated version of events — especially when there are people who may not have even realized what was happening. Moreover, Pettigrew is an Animagus and can turn into a rat, so disappearing quickly is very easy."
I gave him the information piece by piece, and the most important detail is that Sirius never had a trial under Veritaserum, which means the Ministry imprisoned an innocent man for 12 years without ensuring he was the real culprit and traitor.
The latest information that proves he is indeed Pettigrew is that he's missing a finger — the same finger that was found among Pettigrew's so-called "remains."
"Have we been wrong for so long?"
"It's understandable that the department made a mistake, Minister Fudge, because it was a very dark and confusing period. There was no reason to investigate further, especially since everyone believed the story that Sirius and James Potter had staged."
I told him that he first needed to question Pettigrew under Veritaserum before the Wizengamot, and once the truth had come out, ask Sirius to come, promising that they wouldn't act against him, in order to get his version of the facts and see if it matched — first without checking, and then with verification.
"That's a good idea; that's what we're going to do. I'm sorry, Harry, for not believing you. I thought Black had brainwashed you."
Harry didn't know what to say yet because he knew his godfather was going to be released.
"Does that mean I can stay with Sirius during the holidays?"
Minister Fudge looked sorry for him before announcing the news.
"Not really. By the time all the procedures are completed, I can't guarantee that you'll be able to go there for a few months."
"Moreover, even if he's innocent, we must not forget that he has spent a long time under the influence of the Dementors, so it would be better not to pressure him too much. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to spend a few days with him before classes resume next year."
Dumbledore had made a good suggestion, and he wasn't wrong when he said that the Dementors' power is dangerous if we wait too long.
"While it seems that everything is over, Dumbledore, do you allow me to bring two Dementors to escort him to Azkaban?"
"No, but I can hand him over to the Dementors once he's outside the school grounds."
Pettigrew's body was tied up and levitated to the school's entrance.
"By Merlin's beard, was there a war in the corridors?"
"Not quite, Minister Fudge. The trouble started when they pursued Pettigrew. It lasted more than three hours, and honestly, what you see here is nothing — in some places, it's even worse."
"It would seem that I cannot award you any house points."
We could have earned points for catching the real culprit, but we lost them because of all the material damage.
"I'll have to ask the teachers to fix this mess."
"Sorry for all the trouble, but we had the impression that fate itself didn't want him to be captured."
"Maybe so, but whatever the case, it seems you've achieved a real feat."
Pov General,
"I congratulate you on catching Pettigrew, Evelyn, but you're wrong about one thing. You haven't beaten fate. True destiny is something that, even with all the knowledge in the world and trying again a thousand times, you cannot change."
As the mysterious person said this, a tear rolled down her cheek as she gazed at a monument adorned with ten magnificent bouquets of flowers in tribute to the previous Demon Queen — the mysterious person herself.
There was a plaque on which only one word was written: "Sorry."