Mostly ignore this // AV Post
Lily had stopped saying things to him directly, but she wasn't above dropping a heavy hint or two. He'd told her he'd get on it on Monday since the Ministry was effectively closed over the weekend, anyway, and she'd made some comment about where the ink and parchment were.
As if he hadn't known. So he'd rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue and struck up a conversation with James. He was fairly certain Prongs had been amused. Maybe. Hopefully.
Either way, Lily was off to her potions, and James and Harry were out, which left him to his own devices. He had a passing thought in hunting down Kreacher to torment him, but if Lily heard about it later he'd catch a little more hell than he wanted to. From her, he wanted absolutely no hell. He was getting better at avoiding it, too.
Settling down at the desk, Sirius gazed at the blank parchment as he tried to figure which angle he wanted to approach this from. The 'hey we were buddies in the Order' angle, or the 'you have power now let me show you how to use it' angle, or some that was not yet known to him. He supposed he'd just start writing and see where it went.
To the Minister of Magic -
Hello, and I hope this day finds you as well as a Monday can.
As I'm sure you're aware, I was recently returned from the dead, and like all the other 'returnees' as you're tagging us, I have a destiny. Well, Lils is calling hers a project, but it boils down to the same thing, right? Rather, I have a pressing, occasionally overwhelming desire to share a bit of my story with you to see if there is any possible way that I can somehow influence policies regarding chucking throwing tossing sentencing people to a life in Azkaban without a trial.
I know you're aware that it happened to me, and I know that finding Peter's body cleared me. I can't say for sure a trial would have done anything different for me, given the circumstances at the time, but maybe you lot would've put a little more effort into finding that slimy rat bastard Peter Pettigrew given what I could have told you about him. By the way, if he comes back to life, I will hunt his ratty arse down and kill him again. Then I'll find a way to bring him back to life, and do it all over again.
So, right, back to my point. I seem to have tangented there. Obviously, I have had no chance to do anything real or productive with my life, since I was only in the Order for a couple of years and in Azkaban for another dozen years, and then in hiding until my very untimely demise. That said, I would like to have a meeting with you (or one of your minions employees) regarding what I can do to help achieve my return-from-the-dead voice-won't-shut-up goal.
Sincerely,
Sirius O. Black