Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I would have moved out from my mum's basement.

Warnings: Risk of several spelling errors, it is not beta'ed and includes mild bashing.

Notes: Talk - Normal/Chatting on phone

TALK - Shouting/Yelling

Talk - Spells

'Talk' - quotes from another person or book

Laugh - Flashback or remembrance

Talk - thought

PROLOGUE

Chaos ensued as Harry Potter, Britain's own boy-who-lived and Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts champion appeared and unceremoniously dropped on the field.

Spectators, men and women alike screamed once the realized that one of the champions weren't moving at all. Harry Potter quickly stood up just as the minister came towards him.

"Minister!" He called out. "Trophy... Portkey," he continued shakily as he was out of breath due to avoiding the barrage of curses thrown his way. "Vol-Voldemort returned... Killing curse... Cedric"

The minister not fully understanding what he said thought he was confessing to killing Cedric Diggory with the killing curse and propagating the return of he-who-must-not-be-named decided to arrest him on sight.

Poor Harry could only watch in confusion as Aurors appeared and detained him by stupefy (-ing?). Not even allowing him to gather his thoughts.

Since he had been brought to Azkaban, a jail for the worst of the worst, he had not been visited by anyone, no one has even requested to get him a trial. They couldn't have forgotten about him, it has just been a year. He read about his supposed godfather who betrayed his parents and got his trial after 15 years. He didn't want to wait that long for a trial.

After not less than a month, he gave up hope that someone would come to his rescue and began thinking. He started replaying back his memory from the moment he got his Hogwart's admission letter to the Triwizard Tournament. He quickly noticed the subtle manipulation done to him by Albus Dumbledore, the supposed leader of the light faction and magical guardian.

When he wasn't reminiscing, he was mocked, beaten, spat on and cursed by various wizards and witches; people he hasn't seen or talked to. He couldn't believe that his best friends, Ron and Hermione, would just desert him because of what the ministry said but as the days climbed on he eventually believed.

He began adapting his body to begin wandless magic and although he was ok at it, he was no master. He could perform some first and second year spells along with a couple of third year spells but he still preferred the use of a foci. He also decided to start to train his body to reach its peak condition.

The following months were a blur of the same daily routines; wake up in the morning, eat the meager substance they pass as food and be subjected to insults from the Aurors guarding his cells. They taunt him for making up lies about Voldemort's return and the death if Cedric.

In the afternoon, he would practice his wandless magic while the night was spent being plagued by the visions of the subliminal killings done by Voldemort and his cohorts. It was during one of these nights when his cell door opened. Not expecting anybody, he immediately rose up from the bed but kept a reasonable distance from the visitor.

He gasped in surprise as he saw none other than the minister of magic, flanked by Albus Dumbledore and a woman he hasn't seen before but suspected she has to be some high ranking person. Maybe she was the Head of the department of Magic law enforcement or the undersecretary to the minister.

He was brought out of his musing as his headmaster began talking,

"My boy, we've come to take you home. "

Finally, Harry thought at least they must have gotten proof that he wasn't to be blamed for Cedric's death and for spreading rumors about Voldemort's return.

Realising he was quiet for a while, he asked, "really?" He asked doubtful. He had to be sure it wasn't a trap. Being stuck in Azkaban for a year has given him time to learn crucial lessons that will help him in life. His first one being; 'do not tame things at face value' and 'learn to look beneath the underneath'."I thought I was supposed to be in here for , what was it again... Ah 12 years." He continued. He may want to leave as soon as possible but he won't make it easy for them.

"Yes... Um about that. It seems we made a grave mistake. Most regrettable, really and well... Amelia can explain it to you." Minister Fudge said as he nodded his head towards the mysterious woman.

"Before I explain the situation, I am Amelia Bones. Head of the department of Magic Law Enforcement," she coughed before continuing. "New evidence has been brought to light concerning your imprisonment. With the discovery of the previously thought dead wizard, Petter Pettigrew, who testified under the ministration of veritaserum to have abetted he-who-must-not-be-named by his own free will in other to be safe. He later admitted to the killing of the 12 muggles and one wizard instead of the accused Sirus Black."

Harry frowned. "And it concerns me how?"

Inclining his head towards Mrs Bones, Fudge spoke up, "let me continue," seeing her confirmatory nod, he did just that. "During his trial, we decided to ask if you-know-who was truly back to prove you... were -"

"Lying" Harry completed. "And let me guess, he did say Voldemort was back, didn't he?" He didn't allow anyone to answer as he continued almost immediately, "you were too afraid of the possibility of his return that you were desperate enough to send a 14 year old to jail."

Dumbledore, seeing as the minister couldn't defend his actions decided to step in and stop the argument from progressing further.

"My boy, although he should have waited and heard your own side of the story, he didn't leading to your detainment. Remember Harry, it was a mistake and grown men are capable of mistakes."

"Mistake?" He asked, disbelieve etched in the word. "You want to tell me that sending a minor to jail for a year is what class as a mistake in your books."

"In relative sense, yes." Dumbledore said, annoyance creeping up. "I know you are angry... "

Anything Dumbledore was about to say was interrupted by a growl from the teenage saviour,

"Anger doesn't justify what I am feeling right now. Do you know how it feels to be in a jail watched over by dementors, that makes you relieve your worst fear everyday for a whole bloody year," they flinched from his outburst. "And don't get me started on the meal served here. Hell, a dog eats better food than the crap they give me."

"My boy -"

"Don't 'my boy' me. Where were you when I was wallowing in my own saliva. Do you know that I haven't had my bath in a couple of weeks," they cringed at the information. "Where were my friends, I would have thought they would have believed me" he muttered the last part.

Albus smiled. So this is the reason for the outburst earlier he thought, I can work with this.

"Don't worry, the are waiting for you," the headmaster of Hogwarts said. "But before then, you will have to undergo a trial before the Wizengamot where you will submit your memories of that night for viewing and confess under the administration of the truth serum."

Eager to be free once more, he said, "when is the trial going to happen."

"As soon as possible." Answered minister Fudge who was happy that Harry doesn't hold grudges.

Harry simply nodded and climbed off his cot.

Dumbledore sighed in relief. At least he won't have to use the your mum and dad will want you to avenge them card to persuade him. Anytime wasted in the war with needless argument is a step closer for Voldemort to attain complete and utter control over Britain.

Harry Potter left there not to save magical Britain but to escape it. Dumbledore might think he has everyone under his thumb in his quest for the greater good but he will - no everyone will be surprised when Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived left Britain for good.

The game has just begun...

Notes: (30/10/17) corrections noted.