At Hogwarts, Harry finished the last of his transfiguration essay and considered carefully how he wished to proceed on the information he'd found out about Azkaban and it denizens, and what that meant for him. He'd actually been mulling over the information for a while but it was only the letter he'd gotten this morning from Mr. Corner that had him deciding to act on what he'd found out. He found a deserted classroom and pulled out his mirror to Cassandra.
"Cassandra?"
It took a minute but then he saw Cassandra's face, "Hey Harry, what's up?"
"I need you to do something."
"I figured as much."
"The magical world has psychologists and psychiatrists right?"
"Huhn?"
"Healers who specialize in treating mental disorders?"
"You mean Mind Healers?"
"I guess so. If my godfather is - as we suspect - innocent, he's is likely to be seventy percent or more crazy from having been around dementors so much for the past decade. He's going to need serious mental help to work through stuff. Right?"
"I guess."
"Okay, I want you to find out what mind healer knows the most about dementor exposure and get him or her to agree to treat my godfather, if he's innocent. Get a commitment. Pay what we need to, up to I don't know say 10,000 galleons."
"Are you sure? How do you think he'll feel about it? I mean most people get very upset if they get told they need to see a mind healer."
Harry muttered something under his breath that Cassandra was sure would make his aunt and Lady Longbottom wash out his mouth.
He took a deep breath, "I know that there are certain stigmas attached to getting mental help. There used to be in the muggle world too, but it has been proven to be helpful for thousands in the muggle world, and after what I've read about the dementors frankly I'm not sure I could or would trust my godfather without him getting some kind of help. Look into it for me?"
Cassandra looked at his pleading face in the mirror and smiled. "How can I resist those pleading eyes? I'll do it."
Sirius Black was very confused. It had been just another day in cheerful Azkaban where out of the blue, two aurors came, put him in magic suppression shackles and pulled him from his cell. "What the bloody hell?" he said.
"Shut up."
They took him out of the prison.
He felt as if he would get drunk on the air because it lacked the fear filled taint of the dementors.
They loaded him on a boat to take him back to shore. Once there, they were met by Rufus Scrimgeour and another auror with a portkey. Sirius was still trying to figure out what was happening when Scrimgeour said. "Touch this."
Sirius and the two aurors were snatched away. When they stopped he recognized the location, it was one of three lockdown rooms the DMLE had at St. Mungo's. Sirius wondered why he was here, but wasn't about to complain. The trio of two aurors and prisoner were met at St. Mungo's by a third auror who Sirius half remembered as being a brand new trainee. The black man looked him up and down.
"He looks better than I would have thought. Alright Black, I want you to listen, and listen good. It has come to the attention of the DMLE and the current minister that you never got a trial. It has been decided to rectify that. You will be given a chance to clean up and get some decent food. In exchange you will do exactly as you're told, and wait here patiently for your trial, and not give any of us a lick of trouble. Do you understand? You will sit here, and be the most cooperative bastard you can be, and you'll get your day in court. You make any trouble and after what you did to James and Lily Potter, I will have no trouble putting you down, hard. Are we clear?"
With a voice that was rusty from disuse, Sirius answered, "Crystal."
Kingsley Shaklebolt led the prisoner to a bathroom. Once there he aimed his wand at Sirius.
Spencer who brought him with Scrimgeour removed the shackles.
Sirius was somewhat surprised. Kingsley said a quick spell that was designed to kill body lice and fleas - both of which Sirius had, despite his best efforts.
"Strip, then shower. Spencer will get you a clean robe."
Embarrassing though it was strip and shower in front of someone, Sirius did as he was told. His dirty and tattered prison robe was incendioed by the auror. He washed himself head to toe four times, before he felt as if the taint of Azkaban had been washed from his skin. He dried himself quickly and wrapped his towel around his waist, then looked at the black auror. "Could I have a shaving spell?"
A moment later he was clean-shaven and was handed a comb, a toothbrush, and some toothpaste. Spencer came in and handed him a clean prisoner's robe. Sirius quickly pulled it on, then finished his ablutions. He was led back to the holding cell.
Sirius was surprised when a few moments later a healer came in. He cast a couple of diagnostic charms. He didn't say anything, just went back out.
Half an hour later a tray with food and three potions appeared. Sirius was thrilled to see a cup of hot chocolate, a bowl of hearty beef barley soup, an apple, a small salad, and two freshly baked rolls on the tray. He had to force himself to eat slowly; it looked and smelled so good. He finished the meal then drank the potions which he recognized as a nutrient potion, a cheering potion and dreamless sleep.