Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J K Rowling

A/N: this will be a short fic, it just jumped into my head and I can't resist x) its based in the summer before Harry's sixths year – Sirius isn't dead (I love his character too much, besides, its fanfiction) I kind of sticks to cannon…mostly

You have got to be kidding me!

Chapter 1

Harry sighed, staring up at the vast, star filled sky. He had fast developed the habit of wondering around late at night, just to think and avoid his relatives; the quiet cool air was soothing. He'd only been home for two weeks, two long, dull weeks, with nothing to distract his thoughts from everything, from the war, from his friends, from the prophecy…

That was the main reason he took to the midnight walks, Harry had always known there was a reason for Voldemort's fixation with him, but to find out he was doomed before he was even born…fate hated him. Some things couldn't be helped however, and Harry was slowly coming to terms with the harsh reality of his life, deep down Harry had always known, in a strange sense, but knowing he had no choice…kill or be killed…he shook his head, sometimes he dwelled on things too long.

Returning to his relatives' house this year hadn't been so bad, after Moody's threat the Dursleys just ignored him, he wasn't even asked to do any chores. The only downside was the amount of time he now had to spare, hours of doing nothing, sitting around wasting the summer away. This year was the first year Harry had completed all his summer assignments before he was 'rescued', and he hadn't even got his OWL results yet, not to mention the fact that he wouldn't continue all the subjects next year. He even did History of Magic, and that was a real struggle.

His friends letters didn't distract him for long, just reminded him of the Department of Mysteries incident. They had been lucky not to suffer any fatalities, but his friends ended up bearing the worst of the injuries. Harry still remembered in slow motion as Sirius started falling towards the veil, his summoning spell had saved his godfather just in time, but it had been too close for comfort. Ironic how he came to save Sirius, ended up walking into a trap, and then saved him in the end, yet still Padfoot was a wanted criminal. At least the wizarding world was acknowledging the threat of Voldemort now, as of yet no major attacks had happened, but it was only a matter of time.

Perhaps it was his preoccupation with his thoughts that Harry didn't immediately see them, but the bright luminous jackets soon attracted his attention. Several uniform police officers where fast approaching him, and they didn't look like they were going to pass him by.

Freezing suddenly and glancing around, Harry couldn't see anything immediately wrong. Could they be Death Eaters? Purebloods didn't generally know how to put on one decent muggle outfit, never mind whole uniforms…but Harry didn't exactly know what the Death Eaters were capable of. Torture was a great incentive for research, and these people didn't look friendly.

Where the hell is my guard? He was always followed, it changed every night depending on who was stuck on duty, but he could really use some support now. Harry couldn't always tell who was minding him, people such as Tonks were easy to guess with her clumsy nature, but he'd had other, quieter guards, and he hadn't heard anyone tonight. This is not good.

What if they really were muggle police? He was wearing his cousins huge clothes and walking around alone, late at night, hardly inconspicuous. With the words 'Constant Vigilance' ringing in his ears and facing the possibility of just standing as he was ambushed by Voldemort's minions, Harry tried to discreetly reach for his wand.

That was his first mistake.

Harry barely had time to touch the smooth wood before the police rapidly ran towards him. Smashing into the unforgiving concrete underfoot with two officers on top of him, the air was suddenly forced out his lungs. Harry was only vaguely aware of an officer yelling "he's got a gun, he's got a gun!"

Needless to say, there was no doubt that this was just the muggle police force, not that that fact helped. Forcefully flipped over and having handcuffs fixed round his wrists before he had a chance to do anything, Harry only stared at the pavement in numb shock, why the hell are they arresting me?

"What are you doing? I haven't done anything!" Harry yelled, panic was clear in his voice, he almost wanted to wince had the obvious quiver as he spoke.

"Search him, you never know what he could have on him."

After a somewhat embarrassing search as the officers removed his wand and an old Owl Treats wrapper, they set him back on his feet. Harry could only watch helplessly as they handed his wand over to another officer and walked off with it, he half contemplated struggling to get it back, but that course of action didn't seem wise in the current situation.

"Sorry about that, but we have reason to believe you were linked to the fire deliberately started three blocks away on Reblen Avenue. My name is Officer Herret, and this is my colleague Officer Kane, what is your name and why are you out here at" Glancing at his watch "One twenty nine in the morning?" His tone was polite, matter of fact, and Harry couldn't help wonder why he bothered apologising, seeing as they hadn't taken the cuffs off him.

Deciding that if he co-operated, his guard might actually show and help him, plus they might let him go, though he doubted it, it was best not to make the situation worse. Seeing the approaching police vehicle didn't do anything to calm his nerves. "My names Harry James Potter and-"

"Wait, your that young offender which lives a few blocks down aren't you" Kane cut in, suddenly tightening his already firm grip on his arm.

Oh you have got to be kidding me, those lies actually stuck…this is getting a whole lot worse. "Err no, I'm not a young offender-" Harry barely had a chance to start before he was cut off, steadily feeling intensely uneasy…

"Then what school are you enrolled in, you still go to school don't you?" Herret asked, he still had a polite attitude, but even Harry could see he was getting suspicious.

"Of course I still go to school, I go to…" Oh Merlin, can I say Hogwarts? Muggles don't even know it exists, think, lie, anything "…Silverside School." Even Harry knew that that pause was too long to go unnoticed.

"You go to Silverside School? Silverside? You are aware that it's the local primary school aren't you?" It was almost mocking, what the hell possessed me to say that.

Harry could have sworn there and then, talk about digging yourself deeper into a hole. Officer Herret just shook his head and muttered something into his radio, clearly he didn't believe him, no one in their right mind would…

"Alright, seeing as you can't answer that question, why don't you start by telling us why your here, on this street, at this time of night?"

"I was just walking, thinking over some things…" Harry just trailed off; this was practically a lost cause.

The two officers shared a look before Herret turned and spoke quickly to another colleague. Without warning he came back and quickly shone a light in his eyes. "His pupils are dilated, could be drunk, could be drugs...Have you drank or taken anything recently?"

"No! I haven't taken anything, I don't drink…" Harry trailed of as he brought a weird looking device out. Oh hell no, that damn pain relieving potion I took! His scar had been bothering him earlier and he had taken a mild pain reliever. Harry had been sent home with a few potions to help if the pain in his scar became unbearable, with strict instruction on how not to overdose. He'd only taken one in three days. How long does a magical potion remain in someone's system?

"This is a breathalyser" Officer Herret then proceeded to tell him how it worked and how it monitored the alcohol content of his blood. Taking a deep breath and blowing into the peculiar object till he was told to stop, at least this was something he could pass. The guy eventually walked off to talk to someone, probably a superior.

"Right, we have reason to believe you are linked to the Reblen fire, and as such you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?

Harry almost spluttered as he was dragged towards the waiting police vehicle, this was too embarrassing for words and the number of neighbours watching… but he had worse things to worry about, like the fact he was currently being arrested. After a pointed glare from the officer he knew as Kane, Harry muttered a yes before the car door was shut and he was slowly driven off.

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Harry watched the needle come towards him reproachfully. He remembered his childhood inoculations all to well, they didn't really hurt, but as a child everything was blown out of proportion, and now they wanted to take some of his blood. Harry practically screwed his eyes shut as images from the graveyard assaulted him.

They were testing him for drugs, drugs! And he might have a magical potion in his system, this could end badly, knowing his luck, it would.

There was no doubt about it, Harry knew he was out of the wards protection, and not only that, but he didn't have a wand. The Dursley's hadn't helped his situation either, and they'd given the police permission to do whatever they needed to do, his Uncle would probably be hosting a small party tomorrow.

After taking some swab of his mouth to test his DNA for evidence, Harry was led to a small empty cell with just a bed and toilet within and left. Where the hell is the Order?

A/N: I think the police saying : you have a right to remain silent… is only in America, but its fanfiction, not everything I write will be accurate, I've never been arrested so I'm kind of guessing as to the procedure and stuff, but yeah…police probably don't act like that, but I doubt I'm going to go research all the laws…just live with it people.