Disclaimer: recognise it? I don't own it. Except the plot :D
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"You are now sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban!"
Harry felt his world crashing down around him. He struggled against the chains of the chair. "Please no! NO! I'm INNOCENT!"
But the man on the podium just stared coldly down at him.
"I'M INNOCENT! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME! I DIDN'T DO IT!"
The chains on the chair sprung away as the dementors pulled him into a standing position.
"NO! YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG PERSON! PLEASE! IT WASN'T ME! PLEASE BELIEVE ME!"
He fought with all his might as he felt the familiar cold feeling wash over him. His mother's screams rang through his head, Voldemort's laugh, Cedric – pleading, begging him to take him back to his parents, Ron and Hermione's bodies, lying broken on the ground.
"NO!"
They dragged him towards the door.
"NO! RON! HERMIONE! I'M SORRY! IT WASN'T ME, IT WASN'T MY FAULT! YOU MUST BELIEVE ME. BELIEVE ME!"
But the only noise in the chamber was the agonized screams of the Boy-Who-Lived.
They reached the door, and he turned back to the man on the podium, desperately begging for mercy.
"I DIDN'T DO IT! I PROMISE! DON'T SEND ME THERE! HOW CAN YOU BELIEVE THEM?! I'M YOUR GODSON!"
But the man standing on the podium just surveyed him with cold blue eyes, and uttered the horrible words that Harry would relive every day for the rest of his short life.
"I have no godson."
The door slammed in Harry's face.
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Sirius has been cleared, now head of Wizengamot for some strange reason.
And Harry has been convicted of the murders of Ron and Hermione.
Goes no where after this I think.
Just a little scene that popped into my head...
R&r please? :D
~Tinwen
