Hey guys, this is my rewrite. I RECOMMEND/LIGHTLY REQUIRE you to read this. If you don't, some parts won't make any sense.

Summary: Betrayed and sent to Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit, he has final cleared his name, but he still suffered the consequences that were not meant for him. He then goes to America to find a new, normal life. But Harry never experienced one didn't he? It sure is Natasha/Harry, may be Tony/Pepper. This is rated T because I don't know what will happen, and just to make sure. Flames are accepted, but note that this is my story, and you can't tell me what to write. If you don't like it, then don't read. You may write a challenge because I'm getting bored. I am so sorry if I don't do your challenge, but I might do challenges too.

Harry James Potter lay in Azkaban, feeling more betrayed. He is just too strong to go mad like the others. Although the Dementors affected him most, all the prisoners thought that the scream of the seventeen year old was worse than the Dementors. The prisoners knew that the Chosen One, the Boy-Who-Lived, will never murder that eleven year old muggleborn. Alas, no one listened. When the Dementors came close, Harry Potter saw blood, the faith easily lost in the people he called "family". They didn't even argue, they just stood there, as if the wand was enough proof. He saw Sirius fall through the veil; he saw a flash of green and heard a high pitched cold laugh. He saw Fred die, and Lupin, Tonks and many others. He didn't see Dumbledore, as Harry knew that Dumbledore was manipulating him. He saw it all in Dumbledore's journal. What he didn't see is a man cautiously opening the door, letting him out.

Mrs. Weasley nee Granger was sipping a mug of coffee, reading the Daily Prophet, and when she saw the headline, she gagged.

"Ron!" she cried.

A red headed freckled man came in, looking grumpy. "What?" he said.

Hermione shoved the paper in front of his face, and Ron's eyes widened.

"Oh no," said Ron, as his eyes read the rest of the paper.

THE BOY-WHO-LIVED, INNOCENT!

Ten years ago, Harry James Potter AKA The-Boy-Who-Lived, was condemned to Azkaban for ten years for killing the eleven year old muggleborn. Last night, we captured Dolohov, a known Death Eater. We interviewed him using Veritaserum, telling him to say all his crimes. It was a complete shock of course, that Harry Potter was innocent, but he has went through ten merciless years.

Ron stopped reading.

Harry Potter trudged along, holding his Firebolt in one hand. The rags he wore were still on him. And he was covered in blood, grime and dirt. He mounted his broom and he went far away, back to Hogwarts. After he was done confronting them, he would go far away, far away from the place he once called home.

Hermione was the professor of Ancient Runes at Hogwarts, and Ron was the DADA teacher. They were minding their own business at the Great Hall when the oak wood doors were opened roughly, rain pouring out and lightning striking. There was a man there, wearing a ring with a peculiar stone, his wand held by his side, and a cloak closed around his other fist. His emerald green eyes were shining surprisingly bright, judging he spent ten years in hell. He walked confidently like a soldier in Ron and Hermione's path. Ron and Hermione sighed in relief.

Look at them, sighing in relief. He knew eyes were watching him, and Ron and Hermione looked worried. They were smiling at him like a long lost friend. They held their hands, which Harry did not take. Kids were watching curiously, and Harry decided to fire. Goblets and plates wobbled, the whole building shook, and Ron and Hermione's smiles were turned to frowns and terrified expressions.

"DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT KIND OF TORTURE I HAVE BEEN SPENDING IN THE PAST TEN YEARS? IN MY TRIAL, YOU ALL JUST STOOD THERE! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING? I BET YOU TAUGHT YOUR CHILD THAT I WAS NOT TO BE APPROACHED, WELL MAYBE I SHOULDN'T! THE ANGER I AM FEELING NOW IS AN EXCUSE! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? I AM GOING TO LEAVE YOU ALONE, AND THE NEXT TIME YOU'LL HAVE A DARK LORD KNOCKING ON YOUR DOOR, I WON'T BE AROUND TO SAVE YOUR SKIN!" bellowed Harry. And with that, he threw his cloak, and the glass began to shatter, he turned invisible, and he walked to Hogsmeade, and apparated.

He then appeared in the middle of the streets in America, the place where he and the Dursleys spent a three week's vacation. He suddenly ran to the streets, cloak flapping behind him, wand strapped to his belt, ring still in his finger. He ran, the betrayal consuming him, adrenaline rising, tears streaming down. For hours he ran, and he slowed by each fifteen minutes. His heart was beating loudly, and his muscles protested, but he ran, and when he saw a bench, he removed his cloak, and he ended up lying down in a wooden bench, dripping wet of sweat, rain and tears.

After three months, Harry lived under the name of Evans James Lupin Black, a combination of the people who hadn't betrayed him, but has given their lives for him. He lived in an apartment in Manhattan, and he was a chef and the owner of a restaurant called "Evans's England Buffet". He started up this restaurant because thanks to Fred and George's extendable ears said it all: The Dursleys liked his cooking.

George was the only one who believed in him that time. Fred and George were the joyful ones and all, and Harry lost them. Fred died and George still doesn't have the heart to move on, but he believed in him that day, shouted at the ministry officials that he was innocent. The restaurant was full of customers in the day or night, as he was selling breakfast, lunch and dinner with coffees, cookies, turkeys, treacle tart, tea, cakes, pastries, waffles, chicken, soup, and others. It was selling a lot. He had employees too. Tracy, Benjamin, Kelly, Peter and Harley were in the registers. Jake, Jane, (joker twins, painfully reminded Harry of Fred and George) and Collin were janitors, Kane, Maria, Rogers and Tucker were chefs like him. He taught them the England recipies he knew best, resulting into people coming in the restaurant day and night. The waiters were Haley, Maxine, Trishia, Percy, Aaron and Jack.

All was well, as he owned an apartment with five bedrooms, six bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room. One day, he actually received a letter from George.

Dear Ickle Baby Harrikins,

Yes, your name is really fitting. Ha, ha, Evans James Lupin Black eh? Mind if I stay with you with Katie? The family here is so ugh, and thanks to Katie, I'm back to my original self. If you allow me to, I'll stay there for three weeks because the family here is a nightmare. Hey, maybe you can get an English girl there, and maybe you'll trick her with this love potion eh? It's in the box. Ha, ha, it'll smell like Ginny. Note the sarcasm. Reply with the owl.

George

When he pulled the potion out, something red hit him in the face.

"Merlin what was-" he began.

And then a Weaseley' Wizard Wheezes' Day Dreamers for Two, a love potion and a piece of parchment came out. Harry read the piece of parchment.

YOU GOT TROLLED!

"Should've expected that from some guy with the nerve to call the savior of the wizarding world "Ickle Baby Harrikins." muttered Harry defeated.