I'm a Soldier
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, anything related to him, Linkin Park, or Eminem. AND IT TOTALLY SUCKS BECAUSE I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEEE EMINEM!!!!!! LINKIN PARK IS THE BEEEEESTTTTTT!!!!!!!! Oh and Harry rocks too. But not as much as Oliver and Percy. swoons
And I'm a Soldier is from Eminem's album, the Eminem Show even if it's really called Soldier.
Summary: ok ok, I know there are a lot of these, but not nearly enough! AU It's the middle of his fifth year. Harry is betrayed by the wizarding world and lives in exile from those he thought loved him. It's been done before but I LOVE these stories. There are gonna be a series of Eminem and Linkin Park songs in this story, cuz I LIVE for Eminem. And Jamba Juice. Hehe. And cuz Linkin Park is the BEST!!!!! And cuz it's never really been proved that Harry was born in 1981, he was born in like, 1986 for this fic. So now it's like, 2003 and he's only 16 years old. Not sure on pairings, if they're even gonna be any, but if you want it, just tell me.
"Harrison James Potter, you stand before the Wizard Court of Law, accused of rape, molest, murder, harassment, and abuse." The formidable judge peered down from his stand to see a small teenager with his head bent, shaking. "The court has carefully thought about your judgment, seeing as in your past, you have helped the wizarding world immensely with you know who. And as much as we all would love to set you free, the evidence is just too solid to let you go without penance. So, on this day, the 1st day of the 1st month of January, in the year 2001, on the charge of rape, the Wizard Court of Law finds you guilty. On the charge of molest, the Wizard Court of Law finds you guilty. On the charge of murder, the Wizard Court of Law finds you guilty. On the charge of harassment, the Wizard Court of Law finds you guilty. And on the charge of abuse, the Wizard Court of Law finds you guilty. Sentence, a lifetime in wizard prison, Azkaban, and the Dementors' Kiss." The judge banged his gavel, signaling the end of the trial. "Court dismissed. Guards, take him away."
Exactly 1 year later
Los Angeles, California
"I've tried so hard! And got so far! But in the end, it doesn't even matter!" Ares Cardoni sang, rubbing soap along his body. It was the beginning of a new day, the beginning of a new year. Rinsing, Ares wondered what he should do today. Probably hang around the apartment and watch TV in his sweats. Maybe go to the gym. No wait, the gym was closed today, he remembered.
Sighing, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his lean body. Ares was the type of guy who had girls swooning over him wherever he went, and guys glaring at him, wanting to kill him with jealousy. He had this great lean muscular but not too muscular body from working out at the gym. Combined with the deepest blue eyes you will ever see, and shoulder length black hair with streaks of silver, it was enough for people to die over. The bad boy image didn't hurt either.
He seemed to also have this air of innocence around him, something that made you want to just cuddle him, despite the leather. But Ares Cardoni was far from innocent. He was a drug dealer and a gangster, the best you could find in the States. Wanted in 37 different states, but never caught. Nobody even knew what he looked like, or what his name was. He always made his deals in disguise, under a fake name. Plus, Ares was rich, a millionaire. He owned several worldwide magazines. No one has ever suspected him, and he intends to keep it that way.