AN: Salutations and bienvenue! Been a while since I worked on this story, huh? Well, my dear readers, inspiration is a fickle and cruel mistress and other projects with more allure drew my attention.

Not to mention I am not the same writer I was when I wrote this and looking back to 2011 me is just…cringy. But I'm back and after giving this story a face lift, I'll be posting new chapters.

And since I'm a linear fellow, we'll go ahead and start from the beginning!

Disclaimer: I own zip-idy-do-da, the only things that are mine are one or two oc's, a few ideas, and the pure unadulterated evil that I'm projecting onto the main character of this fic.

Now on with the rewrite!

Chapter 1

Trial

The courtroom of the Wizengamot was a buzz of anticipation, all of the courtroom's seats were filled. This was rumored to be the trial of the century and everyone wanted to know the outcome.

Minister Cornelius Fudge was smiling. It wasn't a nice smile (No matter what Umbridge says) and if anyone was brave or stupid enough, would say so considering today's preceding's. He was bubbling with anticipation, this was going to be the most satisfying trial and sentencing hearing he had ever presided in. 'And the best part?' thought Fudge from his seat at the head of the Wizengamot, 'That old twinkling bastard can't save him now! Not after what his pet done! Nothing is going to save that worm!'

There were a few members of the gallery that were shocked, some even heartbroken, at the accused actions, none more than Albus Dumbledore. 'Why on earth would he do this? This is not who he is meant to be. His actions should be radiating light, not spewing darkness!' thought Dumbledore.

For years he knew that this person's destiny was interwoven with that of the wizarding world's ultimate salvation, 'He's supposed to be the martyr and herald for light magic to make its full return to the world, not a dark magical demon that did what his base desires demanded of him. Where did I go wrong?'

The question that never occurred to Dumbledore and his ego, who's size dwarfed Hogwarts, never once asked himself the one question that if he had asked himself earlier in life, might have saved the Wizarding World form its dark fate: Was what I did wrong?

There were those in the gallery that were more curious then surprised at the accused actions. A few Death Eaters were there to see what the accused had done exactly and to report the verdict to their lord, all but one. Narcissa was ordered by her lord to look into the accused's heart and find out his motives and his alignment.

Narcissa wasn't your ordinary witch, she was a scryer. A scryer was what the muggles might call an empath, but instead of her mind she used her eyes. She could to look into a person's heart and tell where their true allegiance lied.

The dark lord frequently used this talent of hers only when he himself was unsure of one's true nature, but he only used it when it was absolutely necessary, mainly because it wasn't a perfect form of visionary magic. If one's magic was dark enough, but he was working for the light, she could misinterpret that as being a "true" Death Eater.

The Minister banged his gavel to quite the courtroom, signaling the beginning of the trial. "Bring in the accused." said the Minister in a demanding voice, failing to lose the smile on his face.

The doors to the court room opened revealing two Aurors flanking the accused, who was in a striped Azkaban convict uniform, his long black hair, greasy and unkempt, were covering his eyes, but plastered on his face was an uncharacteristic crazed grin. The Auror on his left roughly pushed him forward making him stumble and move forward. As he walked to the only chair in the arena like courtroom, the accused lifted his head and looked around, revealing his bright green eyes.

"If you would please pick up the pace, Mr. Potter! I have better things to do then to send your worthless hide to Azkaban." said Minister Fudge in a superior voice. Harry simply gave Fudge a patronizing look, and continued at the pace he was going, but stopped when he saw the look in Dumbledore's eyes.

Harry's grin vanished and was replaced with an angry scowl "Don't you dare look at me like that, you manipulative old bastard! It's your fault I'm in this mess! I'm not the one who stuck myself with those filthy, vile, and throwback muggles! This is your fault old man! Your fault!" Harry shouted at his former mentor, before turning his wrathful gaze to the other Order members and his former friends. "And you all let him!"

The Order members and most of the crowd gasped, while the Death Eaters smiled in an approving manner. Dumbledore was taken aback by his onetime pupil's anger but was puzzled about Harry's word choice. Never, not even after his god father died or after he told him about the prophecy, did he ever call him "old man".

"Auror's! Would you PLEASE do your job and forcibly place Mr. Potter into the accused's chair?!" shouted Fudge. The two Auror's grabbed him and picked him up by his arms and sat him down into said chair. As soon as he touched the steel of the chair, the chains attached to it wrapped around Harry's torso, while mutable shackles latched onto his arms and legs, and finely a magical barrier surrounded him.

Harry looked around at his current situation and gave Fudge a dead panned stare. "Kinda seems like over kill for one fifteen-year-old, don't you think Pudge?" asked Harry. Despite the situation, many in the gallery had a hard time holding in their laughter at play on the Ministers name and the jab at his weight.

Fudge was turning a shade of purple that would have made Vernon Dursley impressed. The Minister banged his gavel repeatedly to regain the control of his courtroom. "Order! I will have ORDER!" shouted the seething Minister of Magic as the courtroom began to quiet down. "Now then, this session of the Wizengamot will now come to order for the trial of Harrison James Potter for knowingly using magic in the presence of muggles, for the murder and torture of said muggles, and for the torture, mutilation, and murder of three of the five pursuing Aurors."

Most of the gallery gasped at this, not knowing about the Aurors, and the Death Eaters were impressed with the young man. "Presiding over this trail Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic; Madam Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Delores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister; Court Scribe, Percival Ignatius Weasely, and the Wizengamot house representatives. How does the accused plead?" Asked Madam Bones.

Harry gained a thoughtful pose, tilting his head to the side and looking up to the left with his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth. After a few seconds Harry looked back up to his assembled jailers and said "Well, for starters, let's get a few things straight here: First off I'd like to plead that you refer to me as lord Harrison Potter-Black, Head of both of the most Ancient and Noble houses of Potter and Black," This got some looks of surprise from many of the gallery, all except Narcissa, Tonks, Remus, Hermione, and the Weaselys, who were at Sirius's will reading.

"Second, I want to plead that you get your facts straight Pudge, I also tortured a man named Mundungus Fletcher and a worthless squib named Arbela Figg, who I turned into an actual fig that I ate." the whole courtroom looked at Harry completely gob smacked. "Oh! And I guess guilty." he said with a sinister smirk and a wink towards the side of the gallery that the Death Eaters congregated at, causing them to chuckle under their breath.

The Order members that were closest to Harry were horrified at the heinous acts and how easily he talked about them, no one more so than his closest friends, Ron and Hermione. Hermione was crying into Ron chest, mourning the loss of the friend that was gone and never coming back. Ron simply held her close and glared down at the monster that killed his best fri- no, his brother.

He just couldn't believe that Harry would do these things, he just couldn't. You-Know-Who had to have done something to him! Dumbledore was thinking along the same lines, but he couldn't be sure until he talked to Harry and looked inside his mind.

Fudge quickly composed himself, trying really hard not to jump from his seat to strangle the little shite. "This court demands to know why you have committed these horrendous acts, and we will have the truth!" he demanded.

Harry seemed to go under a change in character at this request. The mad glint in his eyes and the crazed smile were replaced with a sad, angry glare and trembling sad frown. "That family of despicable muggle filth, beat me almost every day of my life, treated me like their slave, and subjected me to mental torture by reminding me of my failure to save Cederic Diggery and my God father...I guess something just snapped inside me." said Harry hanging his head in despair and what might be shame.

Most the court, even the Death Eaters, felt bad for the boy. Fudge was starting to get agitated at how the boy was starting to regain public favor and was about to voice his displeasure when Madam Bones asked, in a soft but firm voice "Then why did you attack and kill Mundungas Fletcher, Arbela Figg, and the Aurors sent to apprehend you?"

Instantly the sad teen's expression changed and was now contorted to a look of pure hate and rage. "Because of them!" shouted Harry looking directly at the area where Order Of the Phoenix sat together. Almost every Order member jumped in surprise at the murderous glare that Harry was giving them, the exception being Mad-eye. "It's because of them and their pompous, manipulative, and senile leader, who condemned me to that hell hole since I was one! For years they knew of my suffering and did nothing!

"They just stood there watching as every year I would get off the train to school or showed up on their doorstep with fucking scars and bruises! I even told them about what happened to me and begged them to not send me back, but did you listen you bunch of high and mighty self-serving bastards!? Noooooo, you all thought I was exaggerating because the fucking old man said I was, didn't you?! DIDN'T YOU?!"

All the time Harry was shouting, his eyes seemed to flicker from green to a bright red and his voice almost sounded like he was hissing. The change was happening so fast and so erratically that it almost went unnoticed, almost. Dumbledore saw it and knew what was really going on, he just hoped that he would be able to actually bring it up at the Order meeting while explaining himself to all those who were now glaring at him.

Narcissa saw far more than the old man did. When he first walked in, Narcissa saw that Harry's alignment was very dark and seemed evil, but it was almost nonexistent. She saw the same in Draco and most of the other Slytherins in his year. Nasty and cruel to a degree: not evil, but when he was describing his crimes and when his rage got the better of him, his evil energy would spike to a high level and stay there for a few seconds but return to its previous level. This mission was beginning to intrigue Narcissa.

"Mr.- I mean lord Potter-Black, what do you mean the headmaster new about-" everyone jumped when they heard the banging of the Ministers gavel, followed by a snapping sound said gavel made when it broke from over exertion, successfully cutting off Madam Bones.

"Enough! We are getting off topic because of this deranged, lying, and murderous MONSTER! A monster who killed and tortured all of his victims and apparently ate one of them! He has knowingly killed and tortured members of the Auror Corp.! Those men have families and you all are buying into their murder's words! Not to mention he is accusing the most respected wizard of all time!

"All this is a moot point anyway seeing as it wouldn't even matter if his claims were true, due to the fact that he has not only committed some of the most heinous of crimes in our world, but he has also ADMITTED to committing the crimes and even expanded and went into detail on said crimes!

"I now move that we start his sentencing, and we will be adding a charge of cannibalism to the list of charges as well. Madam Bones, if you would be so kind as to begin the voting on the verdict?" finished Fudge, deferring to Madam Bones.

"All those in favor of the verdict of innocent?" almost no hands rose.

"Really? Even after my heart felt speech? Damn, tough crowd." said Harry, the mad glint and smile back on his features. "If it's the cannibalism thing, she was technically a fruit and not a person."

Fudge sent him a glare before Madam Bones continued. "All those in favor of the verdict of guilty?" All but the hand full of people raised their hands for innocent, raised their hands for guilty.

"Wow shocking." deadpanned Harry.

Fudges eye be gain to twitch. 'This brat is taking all the fun out of sending him to jail!' thought Fudge as he used his wand to repair his gavel and slam it down once more. "Very well. Mr. Potter-,"

"Lord Potter-Black." Harry corrected.

"Shut up!" Roared Fudge, loosing his cool for a moment, before composing himself. "Mr. Potter, this Wizengamot finds you guilty as charged and do here bye sentence you to life in Azkaban prison. Aurors! Take him away."

"Right down this way Lady Malfoy, your husband's in the vary last cell, you have five minutes. Stay clear of the bars, some of the other inmates can be a little... grabby." said the Auror on duty. Narcissa nodded and proceeded down to her husband's cell.

Most of the inmates tried to reach out to Narcissa, begging her for help, but Narcissa simply ignored them, although she was tempted to cut off her brother in-law's hand. "Did you enjoy the show lady Malfoy?" Narcissa stopped in her tracks at the clam and familiar voice. She turned to face the cell she was in front of.

"I actually found it quite informative, Lord Potter-Black." said Narcissa as she looked around the dark cell, looking for its occupant.

"I was hoping you would. I have no doubt you came to the trial today on the Dark Lords orders. Did he tell you I sent him a letter?" he asked.

Try as she might, Narcissa could not see him. "I did not know that, my Lord. I was only told to observe a report back to him." She came just a little closer to try and see where he was.

"I thought so, smart move sending his eyes before giving me his answer." He said with a little snicker.

Narcissa was taken aback by his words. "How do you know about that?" she asks as she looks even closer. The cell was so dark, he must have blown out all the candles somehow.

"Oh, you can thank that greasy haired git Snivoulse for that." He said, a scowl of distain clear in his voice. "Ever since your husband's incarceration, sorry for that by the way, he's let his Occlumency shields drop. Apparently, what I lack in keeping people out of my mind, I make up for with looking into other's minds.

"Really?" she asked a little disbelievingly.

"Neat, huh?" he said, his tone full of cheer before turning mischievous, "Do you really have a tattoo of the Slytherin coat of arms right above your left ass cheek? Narcissa, I'm surprised that a lady of your station having something so lowly and uncouth as a tattoo." Narcissa went wide eyed and blushed crimson. There was only two people who knew about that, one was at her lord's fortress and the other was at least ten cells away.

Narcissa composed herself and glared into the dark cell. "You surprise me, lord Potter-Black. You are not at all like what my son or husband claim you are." said Narcissa.

"I should hope not. Draco and Lucius have only seen my Gryffindor half," suddenly two glowing green eyes appeared in the darkness, staring intently at a now terrified Narcissa "It's time the world see my Slytherin side, don't you agree Narcissa?" It was then and there that Narcissa realized she wasn't looking into a dark cell, but the darkness that was inside the young man's heart. She also realized that it wasn't fear she felt, but anticipation.

"Well this has been an... interesting chat lord Potter-Black, but I only have so much time before the guards call me away, and I have yet to speak with my husband. Good day milord." and with that she backed away and turned to go.

"An honor and pleasure to talk to you, lady Malfoy. Do give Lucius and the Dark Lord my regards." said Harry as Narcissa left.

'Trust me, milord,' thought Narcissa as she made her way to her husband's cell, 'I will. The Dark Lord will be pleased.'

AN: And I'm pleased that I'm finally fixing these stories! Granted, not much is different from the original, but I've tweaked a few things and will be doing that with the rest of this story before I can get to writing new chapters, but till then I bid you adieu!