OMG! It's a Harry Potter Salazar Slytherin slash fic! Does that make it a… dare I say it… Harrizar? Have I thought up the name for this? Oh, someone please tell me whether there's a name for this couple yet? Well, it'll always be Harrizar to me

So… warnings: it's an AU. Duh. That's obvious. Also, Snape is still alive, so it doesn't even follow DH. Uh…Slash. Don't like that? Don't complain to me. I do.

And disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or anything in this fic. If that changes later, I'll tell you. But at the moment, I don't own anything.

"Harry Potter, you are sentenced to life in Azkaban for the murders of Dean and Ginevra Thomas, and of their unborn child, female Thomas. Auror Shacklebolt, please take him away now." Harry sat stunned as Kingsley Shacklebolt walked menacingly toward him. He couldn't believe he was being accused of these murders!

It hadn't really started to sink in until just a few hours ago, when the people he thought were his friends had came by for a visit, arranged by Dumbledore, and spat insults at him. He remembered the look of disgust in their eyes. The look in their eyes told Harry that they believed he had betrayed them! He sighed, and stared down at his feet as he remembered all they had been through together, all the times people had accused him of terrible things, things which it was obvious he had never done! It hurt, but as Kingsley took him roughly by the arm, he realised that if they truly thought he had committed these crimes, with absolutely no proof, then they had never been his friends in the first place. He struggled to think of even one person he could call a friend. They had all used him for their own selfish purposes, and now that he was tainted, they wanted nothing more to do with him. 'Will they come running back, full of apologies, when they realise I'm telling the truth?' He wondered as he boarded the boat which would take him to his prison. 'Will they expect me to forgive them and go on being the Boy-Who-Lived?' He grimaced. He was the Boy-Who-Lived no longer. Now he was just another person.

Twenty one year old Harry lay on his bed (cold slab of concrete that it was) and stared at the ceiling. He'd been in Azkaban for a month now, and the only person who had been to see him was Severus Snape. This had completely astonished Harry, because as far as he knew, the man believed him to be the killer as well. However, Snape had merely extracted a vial from his sleeve, handed it to Harry and told him to use it if things got too bad. Harry knew enough to know it was a potion of some sort, probably a poison, and had thanked Snape for this small mercy. Life in Azkaban, or a quick escape through death. He figured he'd use the poison sooner or later. As far as birthday presents went, it wasn't the best, but Harry figured it was coincidence that the man had appeared on the day he turned twenty one.

It was then that his massive stone door ground open. He looked up, not really caring who it was, but gasped when he saw Dumbledore and three of Azkaban's human guards. "Professor…" he said softly.

Dumbledore shook his head angrily. "Don't call me Professor like you care for me Harry." He said. "I am not your professor anymore. I just want to know one thing. Why?" His gaze turned beseeching. "Tell me Harry, why did you kill Dean and Ginny? And their little daughter? Why would you do such a thing? Was it jealousy? Rage? Or did you go insane from wanting her? I just need to understand your reasons for committing such a heinous crime."

Harry turned his face away. "I didn't do it… sir. I never killed Ginny or Dean. I knew they were having a baby, why would I want to kill them? I never liked Ginny the way she liked me, why do you think she married Dean in the first place? He loved her in a way I never could. I wasn't jealous, and I'm not insane from wanting her. There's a very good reason for that."

Dumbledore frowned. "Oh? And what was that good reason?"

Harry stood up and stared Dumbledore straight in the eye. "She wasn't a boy."

Dumbledore gasped and took a quick step backwards. "What? What are you saying?"

Harry smiled sadly, he'd remembered the wizarding views on homosexuality. Still, what more did he have to lose? "I'm gay sir. I like men, not women. I know some wizards consider that a form of insanity, but I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy, I didn't love Ginny and I never killed her or her husband or her baby."

Dumbledore grimaced. "no Harry, your word just isn't good enough. I simply don't believe you."

Harry was so shocked his knees gave out and he slumped to the floor. "Wha… what about veritaserum?" he asked numbly.

Dumbledore shook his head. "No. You're too strong for it now, you could easily fight it off."

Harry gaped silently at him from the floor, watched as Dumbledore made an obscure hand gesture and left the cell. His guards remained.

That was when Harry realized something. Snape had not been accompanied by guards, not even one. So why then, was Dumbledore? It wasn't for the powerful man's safety, and it certainly wasn't for Harry's safety. So, it must be for some other reason…

The men advanced on him menacingly, and he caught on, as he caught the first punch on his nose.

"Ugh…"

Harry slowly swam back into consciousness, head spinning, limbs throbbing. Dumbledore's cronies had beaten him badly, and there was more coming. As they had left, one of them had growled that the treatment would continue until he confessed, so he better wise up.

Whimpering in pain, he crawled over to his bed, fishing around in the small crevice underneath. He let out a breathy laugh when his fingers closed around the small vial Snape had given him. He wrenched the stopper off, and lifted it to his lips, downing it in one swallow. He gasped, feeling the fire shoot though his veins. Snape's poison was certainly painful. He took another laboured breath, and the world went dark again.

"Hey, kid! Get up! You should not be here!"

Harry made a pained noise and slowly lifted his head up. "'M not a kid..." he focused on the man in front of him, he looked slightly familiar. "Who are you? Where am I?" He moaned and let his head fall back to the ground, exhausted.

Salazar Slytherin watched the boy- young man- take several deep breaths before sitting up slowly. He sighed, and got down onto his knees, steadying the stranger. "Are you alright?"

The stranger nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess so. I ache all over, and I have no idea where I am, but other than that, I'm not too bad. So… where am I? And who are you?"

Salazar raised a sculpted black eyebrow. "You are at the building site of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Salazar Slytherin. Now, if I may be permitted to ask you the same?"

The man stared at him in shock. "Oh, my god. The building site of Hogwarts? As in, it hasn't been finished yet? And you're Salazar Slytherin? Oh, my god." He took a deep breath, and buried his head in his hands. "Well, my name is Harry Potter. I think I've been sent into the past."