Harry Potter was confused. There was a memory that didn't he didn't remember happening. The memory was of him killing Cedric Diggory but he never killed him. It's probably because they didn't believe You-Know-Who had returned. That's why he was in this chair.
"Harry Potter, you are accused of killing Cedric Diggory."
"I did nothing of the sort, I would never kill anyone," Harry glared at man
They forcefully poured truth serum down his throat and started to ask him questions.
"I don't know why you put this memory in my head because I didn't kill Cedric, You-Know-Who did," Harry repeated.
"You're lying, You-Know-Who isn't back."
Harry was frustrated. He dug his fingers into his palms making them raw. He wanted to rip this memory out of his head but he couldn't. Though it felt too real not to be his memory. The picture was not his. He was too loyal to kill any of his friends no matter what. He started to have a psychotic breakdown because of the foreign memory and the serum. They were probably thinking he was insane and maybe he was. He sure felt like it.
He never cried but frustrated tears started to flow down his cheeks. Cedric may have been his competitor in the tournament but he didn't kill him. He swore that was You-Know-Who.
"I didn't kill him," he kept repeating over and over.
"You are sentenced to life in Azkaban without possibly of parole."
He tried to yell but no sound came out. He was thrown roughly into his cell. He sat down by the corner and started to rock back and forth in the fetal position continuing his psychotic episode. He probably would have many psychotic episodes in Azkaban like his god-father before him he was accused of something he didn't do.