Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Warnings: Implied Slash between Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort.
"On the charge of practicing the dark arts, how do you plead?"
"Guilty."
"On the charge of torture by use of magic, how do you plead?"
"Guilty."
"On the charge of accessory to murder, how do you plead?"
"Guilty."
"On the charge of using the unforgivable curse, Cruciatus, how do you plead?"
"Guilty."
"On the charge of using the unforgivable curse, Imperious, how do you plead?"
"Guilty."
"On the charge of associating with Death Eaters, how do you plead?"
"Guilty."
"On the charge of withholding information, how do you plead?"
"Guilty."
"On the charge of having sexual relations with the Dark Lord, Voldemort, how do you plead?"
"Guilty."
The Minister of magic took a long look at the defendant sitting before him, finally saying, "Harry James Potter, we hereby find you guilty of all the aforementioned crimes and sentence you to receive the Dementor's Kiss in one week's time."
Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, the supposed savior of the wizarding world, showed no emotion as he was led out of the courtroom, escorted by ten Aurors. His emerald green eyes were ice cold, but if you looked close enough, you could see a glint of glee hidden within them.
Harry James Potter knew that he would never get the Dementor's kiss. His lover wouldn't let him stay in Azkaban that long.
Harry James Potter may have been the most powerful wizard ever to live, but he had more on his side than just magic.
He possessed a power no one had.
He possessed Lord Voldemort's love.
Author Note: This is an odd little thing I thought up like . . . a year ago. Hope you like it.