The saying that "The more things change, the more they stay the same" is true. Peter Pettigrew's arrest and the subsequent exoneration of Sirius Black oddly enough didn't cause as much of a change in the timeline as one would think.

Nearly a year after Black got his hands on Minister Fudge's newspaper, another Azkaban escapee got his hands on a copy of the Daily Prophet. The news of the traitor Pettigrew's arrest and trial snapped one Barty Crouch Jr. out of a decade long stupor and caused him to start planning.

By the time Summer was over, the Lestranges had been broken out of Azkaban, Voldemort had been found, and an impostor was taking Alastor Moody's place at Hogwarts.

By the end of the school year, Harry Potter found himself tied to a headstone in the Little Hangleton cemetery.

"Flesh of the servant willingly given you will restore your master!" Bellatrix Lestrange said as she lopped off her hand and tossed it into the cauldron, completing the potion.

A minute later, a newly resurrected Voldemort was standing in front of Harry Potter. Despite the seriousness of the situation, he couldn't stop himself from laughing.

"What's so funny boy?" Voldemort asked.

"Nothing." Harry said, very deliberately not looking at Voldemort as he tried and failed to stifle his laughter.

Soon, all of the free and still living Death Eaters except for Professor Snape were summoned to the cemetery.

"My lord..." Lucius Malfoy started, breaking the tension filled silence that had been so thick you could have cut it with a knife.

"What?" Voldemort asked, whirling to face him, his red eyes blazing.

"Nothing my lord." Malfoy said as he very pointedly avoided looking at his master's chest.

As he ran for the portkey several minutes later after his and Voldemort's wands had done something strange and called forth the shades of his parents, he nearly fell when he glanced back and saw his father's shade grab Voldemort's new breasts and go "Honk. Honk.".