Harry Potter and related characters belong to JK Rowling. Not me.

The Plot belongs to me.

Harry could barely see through the blood on his face as he scrambled into the corner away from his tormentor.

"You have outlived your usefulness boy."

As the instrument of his demise approached Harry prayed for something that could save him, anything… When there was a feel of wood as it hit his hand. Eyes flashing open he screamed the unforgivable words the world feared.

"Avada Kadavra!" and with a flash of green which seemed to light the whole room, Harry's world faded to darkness.

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Unto Others. – Prologue

A Fanfiction Story

By Pel'el

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As consciousness came back to Harry he was able to hear a voice directed at him.

"..rry James Potter, you have been charged with the use of an unforgivable. How do you plead?"

As he blinked, and tried to wipe his eyes clean it became obvious that he was restrained. As Harry tried to get his head wrapped around the fact his tormentor was gone, someone was trying to talk to him?

Wait, charged? "What are you…. Where am I?"

"Harry potter, you cast the Killing curse a week ago, correct?" a man behind the table asked.

"Wha… Yes of cours..." was all he managed to get out, before the crowd behind his erupted into murmurs.

"Silence… I said SILENCE!" Was roared out by the man… 'Judge.' Harry's mind reasoned. "As you have confessed to the casting of the killing curse, we will move onto sentencing. The punishment is the only on available to the casting of an unforgivable."

At this there was a distinct pause, before the next words were delivered to a silent room. "Life, in Azkaban."

At this Harry was almost blinded by the flashes from the reporters cameras.

Still not quite grasping what was happening, Harry put up no resistance as he was dragged to the doorway. Even when his friends were screaming obscenities at him, he didn't react. After all, this had to be some kind of post torture hallucination.

As he was locked in the small cell, and a dementor approached, it finally occurred to him that this might be happening.

"but… he was evil" was murmured to the uncaring walls, "Voldemort HAD to die…"

The next words were unheard by even the arriving dementor, "Didn't he?"

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The evil grin was all that could be felt in the darkness. There was not even enough light to see anything, yet his smile was there.

'Better than even I could have hoped.' Were his thoughts, as his fingers ran over the precise raised bumps of the page in front of him.

This is my first story.

Be nice. It will be edited with any ideas by reviewers, oh, and its not going to be a 'Happy' story.

2/2/05 – Created.

9/2/05 – Edited.