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Summary: After barely escaping from Voldemort, Harry arrives back at Hogwarts clinging onto the dead body of Cedric Diggory. Charged with murder, Harry is sentenced to 36 years in Azkaban. After which, he would be Kissed. Never given a trial, Harry can only assume that he' been betrayed. He would be right. Slash!! Twilight crossover Edward/Harry!! Major bashing on some characters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. T-T It is a sad thought.

Warnings: Dumbledore bashing, Hermione and Ron bashing, Order bashing, M/M, takes place right after the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Slytherin friends!! Creature fic.

Pairings: HP/EC, DM/JB, NL/LL, HG/RW, RL/SB,

A/N: This fic wont crossover with Twilight for a few chapters. I personally, have never read the series. All 6 of my sisters have, and I've seen the movie 3 times. So I might have a very different take on the Twilight Universe. If you have any problems with this, review and I'll take it into consideration. Flames will be added to the Yaoi-Fandom bonfire! X3 Go to my page to vote for the polls!!!!

Prologue

Fear. At that moment, all I knew was fear. Fear for Cedric, fear for my friends, and fear for my life! The cold emotion seeped into my very bones, my breathes came out in harsh gasps. I was going to die. I could feel it; I knew that I would never see my friends again. Just as I knew that Cedric wasn't unconscious. My mind seemed to enjoy play that particular trick on me. I had myself convinced that Wormtail had hit Cedric with a stunner, rather than the luminescent green curse that I saw him get hit with. I shivered as the cold sensation became all the colder.

If asked, I could honestly say that one of the only things I properly remember from that night was his laughter. He laughed as Cedric fell, at the time, it didn't sound that cold. It sounded raspy, as though he could barely talk. Wormtail, a glint of metal, a piercing pain, and then I heard it. The cold laughter that seemed to shake the very bones in the ground beneath my feet. I felt a falling sensation as I was released from my binds, cracks sounded throughout my hazy vision. My fear blinded me, objects meshed into intermingling colors. I could no longer tell the sky from the earth in my fear.

I shook my head, trying to dispel my fears. It did no good, the laughter started up again. A swooshing noise, red light, pain, more laughter. The laughter surrounded me, the pain let up, yet it seemed as though I was still being held under it. A soft swirling blue came off to my left. Cedric, the Cup, I had to get away! The laughter died down, a mash of black moved towards a large grouping of black with white heads. There were many white heads; they lowered themselves before the black mass. I couldn't wait, the laughter would start up again and I knew that the pain would return.

I don't remember moving, I remember grabbing Cedric, and a scream of anger came from the black mass. I grabbed the bluish swirl that lay next to Cedric. I sighed in relief. Darkness soon followed.

I felt a crash as I landed. Cedric cushioned my fall. Cedric. I had to wake him up. I gently shook him. He lay limp under me; I could barely see his face. The colors were still distorted. A damp feeling ran down my cheeks. I guess the tears didn't help either. I still refused to admit that he was dead. That he had died.

That's when the scream came. I tightened my grip on Cedric, I shook him once more. More screams followed the first. Loud sounds, thunderous in character headed towards me. 'Did he follow me?!' The fear from earlier returned full force, it seemed to chock the very breathe that I held in my lungs. Rough hands grabbed my shoulders, tarring me away from Cedric. I was forced to stand, the many colored beings swayed in my vision.

A sharp push and I was being dragged/pulled away from Cedric. I knew that I was starting to hyperventilate, yet the fear persisted. It gripped me, and refused to let go, as though it was Death's very grip upon me. The haze grew, a darkness started to descend into my vision. The screams, fear, panic, voices, I was moved away from them; yet I could hear them. I knew Cedric was dead, that thought caused me to stumble. The rough hands dragged me up right. It was all too much for me.

The hands shoved me into a chair. I flinched; I didn't remember making our way here. I remember trying to stand up, trying to escape. The hands grabbed me and held me down. I kicked; I cried out, I screamed, I refused to be tied down. A cold sensation came upon my lips; I froze as the vial was held to my mouth. I twisted and jerked, trying to get away from the poison that was sure to be contained in that innocent vial.

A slim, callused hand griped my jaw and forced it open. I doubled my effort to get away from the rough hands that held me captive. I got a grunt for my effort, and a thick, burning sludge being poured down my throat. I tried to spit it back out, a callused hand held over my mouth prevented me. More fear, more panic. 'I didn't want to die! I couldn't breathe!' My attempts to remove the hands became slow and sluggish.

My eyes widened as I realized that I couldn't move. Darkness took my vision by storm, clouding over until I could barely see any of the haze that I had been witnessing. The last thing I remember was a pair of opal eyes watching over me.

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Normal P.O.V.

-Quidditch Pitch. End of the 3rd Task-

It was quiet; everyone silently wondered what had happened to the two Hogwarts Champions. Victor Krum had been pulled from the maze over an hour previous. Students from all schools whispered possibilities of what likely happened, while the adults glanced nervously at each other. A sharp 'swoosh' and two figures appeared. One held the other, as though fearing to let go. The teachers rushed forward, as one of the two missing students shook the other. A scream from the crowd came forth as everyone noticed how one of the students weren't moving. More screams followed the first.

Hagrid raced ahead of the other teachers. He grabbed and pulled the smaller of the two up.

"'Arry. 'Arry! Whot 'appened?" Hagrid asked as he held Harry up by his shoulders. Tears streamed down Harry's face, his eyes darted from one person to the next.

"What happened?" demanded McGonagall as she stood next to the fallen student.

"He's dead. Cedric Diggory is DEAD!!!" shouted Barty Crouch from his knelt position beside Cedric. Screams erupted from the stands as students stared in horror at their dead classmate.

"Hagrid, take Mr. Potter to my office." Dumbledore said sharply, as he waved his wand, checking to see what spells had killed his student.

As Hagrid led Harry off, someone shouted, "He did IT!! HARRY POTTER KILLED CEDRIC DIGGORY!!!"

This led to more screams, shouting, tears, the voices of the students grew so loud that Dumbledore silenced them and ordered them to return to their dorms.

"Dumbledore, we really must find out what happened!" McGonagall said worriedly as she watched her prefects lead her Gryffindors to their common room.

"Albus! I demand an explanation!!" Fudge snapped as he finally came over to join the adults that surrounded Cedric's body. "Your students are saying that Potter was the one to kill Diggory!!"

"Come now Cornelius. The students are merely terrified. Now, let us go ask Mr. Potter what happened." Dumbledore said as he started to lead Fudge, Snape, and McGonagall to his office.

As they came upon the gargoyle statue they heard it, a scream. Snape snapped out the password, and ran up the circular staircase. The scene that met him was not one he wished to every see again. Harry Potter was being held down in a chair by Hagrid. Potter was crying, screaming, fighting to get free. Snape snapped out of his shock and pulled a crystal vial from his belt. He pressed it to Harry's lips; Harry froze before he preceded to jerk away from him. Snape grabbed his jaw and forced it open, a gasp was heard behind him but it was ignored. Snape preceded to pour the Calming Drought down Harry's throat.

Snape then pressed his hand, free of the now empty vial, to Harry's mouth. Forcing Harry to swallow the potion. Harry's eyes widened, before they turned up to look Snape in the eye. Fear, panic, weariness, acknowledgement. Harry's eyes gently closed as he slipped into a deep sleep.

"My word. Severus, what happened?" McGonagall asked as she watched one of her favorite students fall unconscious.

"Ask Hagrid. I came upon him holding Mr. Potter down."

All eyes turned towards Hagrid as he gently let go of Harry's arms.

"I brou't 'im 'ere jus' like I was ask'd. I set 'im down, an' he jump'd up like the devil was on his 'eels! So I set 'im 'ight back down. An' he kick'd me, an' he scream'd, an' he act'd as though I was gon'a 'urt 'im!!" Hagrid exclaimed with tears welling up in his eyes.

Dumbledore frowned at this.

"Sounds like a guilty conscious to me." Fudge declared.

"Come now, Cornelius. I'm sure that there's an explanation." Dumbledore said gently as he moved to sit at his desk.

"I demand that we check his wand!"

"Isn't that a bit hasty?" McGonagall asked.

Dumbledore disagreed.

"Severus, could you please hand me Mr. Potter's wand."

Snape glared as he moved forward and grabbed Harry's wand from his hand. Turning, Snape placed the wand in Dumbledore's outstretched hand.

"Revealio!" Dumbledore said as he pointed his wand at Harry's.

Slowly, a gold mist seeped out of the tip of Harry's wand. The mist rose in to the air, and gently spelled out:

Expelliarmus Connected Aveada Kedavera

Gasps filled the office. All eyes turned to the unconscious savior.

"Albus, this evidence cannot be ignored! Potter must be tried for murder!" Fudge declared as he moved to the fireplace to call in some of his most trusted Aurors.

"What are you talking about?" Snape snapped. "It merely says that the two spells connected."

"But that only happens when someone shares a wand core with another!" McGonagall exclaimed.

"Harry happens to share a wand core Minerva." Dumbledore said gently as he watched Harry. "He shares a wand core with Voldemort."

A flash of green followed this statement, as three Aurors stepped into the office.

"He is NOT BACK!!!" Fudge sputtered. "Arrest him! For committing murder on a fellow student!!"

Dumbledore sadly closed his eyes as he realized that Fudge was right. Voldemort couldn't be back, seeing as Severus never came to him. And he would have if Voldemort was calling his Inner Circle. This led Dumbledore to believe that Voldemort was in fact NOT back; and that Harry had casted the Killing Curse.

"Very well." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"No!! Not Az'ka'ban!!"

"What?!"

"Albus you can't mean-"

"I do." Dumbledore said, cutting of the statements of outrage from the three teachers. Dumbledore nodded to the Aurors.

Two of the Aurors moved forward and lifted the savior up, as the third moved to pick up Harry's wand. Four sharp snaps followed, as the Auror snapped Harry's wand. With each snap Hagrid and McGonagall flinched. Snape narrowed his eyes at the offending Auror, a look that surely promised pain.

"Off to Azkaban Potter!" Fudge said gleefully as the two Aurors moved into the fireplace. A quick shout of 'Azkaban Land Guard House' and they disappeared. The last Auror quickly followed the first two. Fudge cheerfully clapped his hands. He too left via Floo. His destination however, was to the Ministry of Magic. After all, he had a 14 year old savior to condemn.

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