A/N: Sorry if this story is terrible, but the idea came to me, and I could not resist. I know that it is different from the books. In this story only the events up until the summer after Harry's fourth year happened. Thank you to those of you who read this.
This Is What You Have Done
"I, as Minister of Magic, hereby pronounce Harry James Potter as innocent." People started crying, yelling apologetic words. You see, three years prior to this day, the wizarding world made a mistake. The condemned an innocent fourteen almost fifteen year old to prison. Azkaban. Hell on earth. The guards suck all happiness from everyone around them, and fill them with emptiness, making them relive the worst moments of their life. Most go insane, very quickly. Two did not. Two were innocent.
Seventeen years ago, a man was sentenced to Azkaban, for supposedly joining Voldemort, for supposedly giving away his friends' location to Voldemort so that he could kill him, and for supposedly murdering Peter Pettigrew and thirteen muggles. This man was innocent. No one believed him.
Three years earlier, a mere boy was sentenced to Azkaban, for supposedly allying with Voldemort and for supposedly killing his own relatives. This boy was innocent. Only one person believed him.
Now, this same believer stood up from her seat. She had red hair and golden-brown eyes. A light sprinkling of freckles covered her nose.
She walked down to the shaking innocent boy, now man, and wrapped her arms around him. Ginny Weasley looked up into the crowd. "Fools. All of you. This is what you have done. What do you have to say for yourselves?" The crowd was silent. She gazed at them in disgust.
"I thought so." She directed her attention to the crumpled figure beside her. "Hey, come on. You can stay with me for now." Her gaze returned to the crowd, and repeated once more, "This is what you have done."
THE END