Author's Note: Greetings, You people in the fantasy world you. I am C.X.X., The Mighty Writer of Charaxia! This is my first fanfiction (that I have posted) and I would like to be given reviews that would help me improve, not hurt. And of course, if you like it, tell me, don't be stupid. If you don't like it, I honestly don't give a damn. I do this for fun.

I will warn you, this fiction does put Dumbledore (and a few Weasleys) in a bad light. It's not that I don't think Dumbles is awesome or that those few Weasleys are characters I dislike, it's more of the fact that I get more 'what if..' ideas from it.

This is a basic idea I stole from someone else, because they abandoned it and I thought it was cool.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, for I'm in school still. Why in the world would she be on this site anyway? Your thoughts?

Anyways, on to Chapter 1

Chapter 1: In the courtroom

It was the summer after Sirius died, June 12th, and near midnight. Harry, laying in his bed, awake and thinking.

'If I run away, Voldie-Moldie will destroy everything. If I stay and be the obedient and naive boy, I'll never be free from Dumbles. If I become the ministry's mascot, I'll support the idiots not doing anything. And if I join Voldie-Moldie because I'm sick of it all, I'll be servant to him. Either way I'm in deep shit.'

And with that, he fell asleep. And he dreamed.

He was in the middle of a muggle-like courtroom. A man, who was obviously the judge, was anything but human. He had dark gray horns mounted on his head like a bull. His face looked similar to Voldie's current one. He had Gold Eyes, and was bald. He had the torso of man, but had four legs like a centaur. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes were narrowed, focusing on the papers in front of him.

On the judge's left, and Harry's right, sat what Harry assumed to be the jury. The Jury was filled with recognizable ghosts of wizards & smuggles a like. Harry saw what he swore to be Merlin.

On Harry's left, and the Judge's right, sat 4 figures. The first on Harry's left had a feminine shape, and looked roughly about 5'6". Harry couldn't see her face or hands, because she looked like a female grim reaper, ax and all.

Next to her stood his very own mother, Lily Evans. Behind her stood his Father. His Mum wore a light blue robe, which looked to be made of scales of some sort, and holding a golden staff. His Dad had on a maroon robe, and had a golden broadsword.

Closest to the judge was a man with white-blonde hair, gelled forward, piercing blue eyes, and a Formal smirk. He wore an Avada-Kedevara green dress robe, and a silver saber.

The Judge looked up from his paperwork, and called out: "May Sirius Orion Black come into the court, now?"

Harry took a step towards the 4 figures and turned around. There, in front of the two open doors, glided in one Padfoot. Harry stared, bewildered. Padfoot just laid back on air, propping his feet up on nothing, putting his hands behind his head, and smirked. Harry realized with a snap that he was a ghost, and that he could float and disappear at will. Harry would hate to be a fellow deceased with Sirius around.

The Judge turned his head towards the four and glared. "Why did he fall through the veil instead of the madwoman? Lady Death!" The Female Grim Reaper stood.

"Lord Malgistor, this was not my fault." When she spoke, it sounded so much like his godfather's that Harry gasped and widened his eyes. "It was agreed that Lestrange would fall, not this one." Lady Death sat down.

"Lord Fate, what is your say?" And his Dad stood.

"Malgie, you know I wouldn't do a thing to prevent her falling. But his fate is intertwined with another, according to the correct prophecy concerning one Harry Potter." And James Potter sat down.

"Lord Prophecy, can you confirm this." The Judge said, turning to the man in green. The man flashed a grin at Lady Death, sand stood.

"Yes, my lord. The Prophecy states that the one chased by the next big dark leader, will avoid death until he reaches 12 decades in his life-span. The chased one shall bring back the one who died instead of his killer. The chased one shall also marry death. The chased one shall eventually defeat the dark leader, who's name is french for flight-of-death, or shall perish from him." The Judge looked down on Sirius. Lord Prophecy continued.

"The dark leader is the one by the name of Lord Voldemort. The chased one is Harry Potter. Death is my sister Lady Death. Harry Potter will defeat Lord Voldemort, or die trying." Lord Prophecy popped what looked to be a lemon-drop (WTF?) in to his mouth and grinned. "Just to sum it up for you, boss." Malgistor shot him a look.

"You know, do I have a say in this, since this is my case?" asked Sirius, smirking. Harry chuckled, as did his parents. The other two snorted, and Malgistor sighed, but nodded.

"Thanks. So, as I understand it, I'm some sort of token for my godson, to take back to the living world, and in exchange for Bellatrix? I don't like to be a damsel in distress, you know. I have a reputation as a murderer to live up to, and being rescued by a kid, my godson or not, is unfair." He crossed his arms, and Harry laughed out at his Animagus friend. "Moony's going to laugh in my face for years."

"Yeah, Padfoot, but as will I." laughed James. Sirius mock glared at him, while Lily and Harry rolled their eyes.

"And, since I am Prongslet's godfather, who is Lady Death and why does he have to marry her? And Harry can either defeat or die, which one? And, while I'm at it, where the hell am I?" Mrs. Padfoot yelled the last 5 words. He glared at Lady Death, then Lord Prophecy. He turned to Malgistor and thought a minute. "Can I get a water to go? I've got a meeting with Fabian & Gideon Prewett in eight, and I'm parched." Malgistor glared at him. "All right, all right. Can I at least get answers?"

And with that, his dream faded.

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