AN: This is my first story on this site and i have no idea what this is :) This is rather short- cuz its just the introduction to this Harry Potter world.
The charas and general universe belongs to j. k. Rowling - but the idea is fully mine :)
It was a rather normal grey November morning. The clouds were covering the sky and not letting any light through them, making Harrys mood kinda sour. He was a sunshine person. Sure, people would say he of all people would be one to like rain and dark clouds. Just because he liked thick books and wore glasses, didn't mean he could be defined by stereotype ideals. He huffed and blew his hair away from his eyes, just to have it land in the exact same way, making him shake his head to try to get the strands of untamed hair away from his vision. He watched the people hurrying down the busy streets of London, passing unknown blurred faces. Faces much like the weather. Harry walked this way every single day to work. He lived in a small apartment two blocks away, it wasn't anything special, his uncle had helped him get it with some of his financial colleagues. He truly did owe his aunt and uncle a lot. They had taken him in when he was just one-year-old, left on their doorstep by his apparently insane mother. His aunt had often told him silly stories about how her mother had believed she could do magic. Harry certainly believed his aunt and uncle when they said his parents weren't capable of being parents, though he still wish they would have been alive, so he at least could have visited them. His aunt and uncle had always been rather proud of his achievements in school – something he'd felt obligated to succeed in because his cousin expelled in all the physical areas. Sure he might have a bit too much stomach, but that didn't mean he didn't have the spirit to fight whatever war in a game he was faced by. Harry had in a young age wanted to be like his slightly older cousin, but when his small frame didn't seem to ever grow big enough to actually succeed physically he turned to the books. Books was his strong side. When first he got the hang of reading in the age of 7, there was always a book in his hands. Like most regular teens he had had a period from he was 13 to he turned 19 where he had tried to find himself and he had shortly put the books on the shelves. He never really found another call than the books though and decided to specialize himself in as many things as possible. When he finally got his lawyer degree he became comfortable though. Forgetting his need to learn and instead putting his mind to serving justice. And that he did – and pretty well actually. Harry found himself finding new ways to defend his clients, ways most people hadn't thought of before. He always knew ow to turn the case the way he wanted it. If he first put his mind to freeing an innocent man or woman, it would happen. Harry Potter did indeed take his job very seriously. That was why he ended up with the most confusing case in the history of justice. The case had been passed on to him after 4 of his colleagues had given up. It seemed to be impossible to get any agreement on what was a fitting sentence for this specific man.
Harry entered his office, sitting down to read through the case one last time before he was supposed to meet his new client for the first time. The case seemed rather simple in the first few pages, it was the typical robbery scenario. A young man in dark clothes robbed a bank. The witnesses could describe what and how the robber had done it, how he'd looked and what they'd felt. It was obvious that the two first pages was written first. They described the situation before it had been in court the first time. The following pages was slightly odd. When the witnesses, came in to actually testimony that the man taken into custody was the robber, they seemed to forget specific details and rather important parts. The judge had then called the case off, to let it be taken up again later when the witnesses got their facts straight. This had only worsened the case, now the next time in court, they had started talking about a big purple lollipop who had apparently raped a woman and then stolen the money. No matter who the prosecutor took into the witness stand they all said the same unbelievable story. It was truly a fascinating, but also highly confusing case. The earlier lawyers on the case, both prosecutors and defense lawyers, had given up on the case. It seemed likely that the prosecuted man in the robbery would get away with it and how he had done that would stay a mystery. This was why Harry was on the case. He was the man's new defense lawyer and he was certainly trying to fix this mess. How he would do that he didn't know yet, but somehow he'd get the truth out. If his client really was the guilty man, how unlikely that even seemed, he would have to prove just that.