Edited by Septimus49

The rain was drizzling down in waves and waves while the misty fogs of the morning dew clouded over Britain. To any ordinary muggle, it seemed like a standard gloomy British Monday morning.

However, the magical populace of the country was busy drowning themselves in joy and relief, for it was a day of celebration as Sonya Potter had once and for all defeated down the Dark Lord. Celebration parties were present everywhere. Toasts were raised every minute to the Girl Who Lived. New jobs were quickly created. The national economy was expected to rapidly bloom. People were slowly but surely getting back on their feet after the gruesome 6-year civil war. However, there was another reason for the celebration of the wizarding world:

Harry Potter, Lord Voldemort's right-hand man, was swiftly captured shortly after the downfall of Lord Voldemort.

The elder male Potter, dubbed 'The-Boy-Who-Betrayed' was a mystery to many. Born on 7th July 1977, Harry Potter was quickly sorted into Ravenclaw, where he grew up to be an idol to many 'Claws and a symbol of Hogwarts to the rest. While he was an outspoken and charismatic leader, Harry was also a prodigy who would give Albus Dumbledore in his younger years a run for his money, for he got perfect O's for his OWLs and NEWTs. Even though he was not exactly considered a light wizard by any mean, no one could fathom why he would abandon his roots and betray his family. As such, the whole wizarding world all had the question on their mind as they head toward his impending trial that gloomy Monday.

~ Line Break ~

"Sonya Potter, how do you feel about the capture of Harry Potter?"

"Miss Potter, what are your thoughts about the right-hand man of You-Know-Who?"

"Do you feel betrayed by your sibling's defection to the Dark Lord?"

"How do you feel about the prosecution of Death Eaters so far? Is it to your satisfaction?"

Overcoming the urge to hex all of them into oblivion, the Girl-Who-Lived internally winced as she was bombarded with questions by the ever-present press, something that was a common occurrence ever since she killed Voldemort. Dressed in a lavish jade blouse and black skirt along with thick black pumps, her silky black hair flowing freely down to her slender waist and her emerald eye shining radiantly, Sonya Janna Potter was looking every part of the Wizarding royalty she was viewed as.

Waltzing into the courtroom with elegance and grace, Sonya Potter quickly hurried over and joined the rest of her family, who were patiently waiting for their eldest daughter. James Potter, the Head Auror of the DMLE who was famous for his swift executions of the Dark Lord's followers, quickly rose and gave his eldest daughter an embrace.

"Sonya, how are you faring after the war? Do you have any trouble settling into your role in the wizarding world?" James asked.

"Don't worry Papa, I'm doing fine. Honestly, you need to stop worrying about me so much and focus on little Lily. Last time I hear she's dating that Fulcher boy"

"I know, I know, it's just... ever since he, you know, happened, your mama and I just can't afford to make the same mistake again. As for Lily, don't worry. Sam's a good bloke."

"I understand Papa. You guys just need to remember that I'm an adult now. I have my own life ahead of me and I'm no longer the scared, shy and dependent girl I once was."

"W-well, it's hard to see my daughter as something other than my little princess. I mean, look at you! All be-beautiful and grown up!"

"James, stop stuttering, it's unbecoming of someone in your position to stutter" a melodic voice interrupted them, forcing the father and daughter to redirect their attention toward the source. Immediately, Sonya's face brightened.

"Mama!" squealed Sonya "How are you doing? How are Sam and Lily? How's your potion business with Snape going? Have you decided on what you're goi-mppphhhh!"

Removing her hand from Sonya's mouth, Lily Potter sent her daughter a disapproving stare.

"And you young lady. Stop droning on like that house elf Dobby! Honestly, I wonder why you keep on taking after all of your father's bad manner."

"Hey!" James cried indignantly.

Looking down in fake shame, although she was internally smiling, Sonya meekly replied.

"Sorry, mama. Although I have to admit, you're looking a lot healthier ever since the war had ended. I can't say I'm not glad though. It's lovely to see you out and about again."

It was a fair comment. For the majority of the war against Voldemort, Lily Potter nee Evan was a driving force for the light side. Although her profession was toward potions, the imposing Lady Potter was also a great strategist and general. It was because of her that the Order of the Phoenix managed to win so many seemingly impossible battles. However, that came at a great cost. It was common to see her snapping toward anyone who dared to disturb her as well as locking herself up in her chamber from dawn until dusk. Secretly, it was hurting her family, especially Sonya, to see her once loving mother turned into an empty husk, and she was ever so glad that her mama had returned back to her old loving form.

Lily smiled sadly at her daughter. It gave her no small amount of pride in how her daughter cared and looked out for other people. Guess it's part of her saving people thing she thought.

"You know, you don't have to be here. You have already sacrificed so much. Let us handle this for once, Sonya. You deserve to go home and rest, not dealing with him."

"Mama, I have to. I want to know why he did it. I need to know why." Sonya softly replied, "Besides, you fully know how close I was to Harry." And I can't forget all the happy memories before... he turned.

Lily opened her mouth to reply, but a loud bang was fired, instantly causing killing all conversations and silence fell down into the courtroom. A majestic and authoritative voice boomed out.

"I, Madam Amelia Bone, Head of the DMLE, officially commence the trial of one Harry James Potter. Bring in the accused!"

~ Line Break ~

Harry James Potter was in a dormant state when out of nowhere a sharp pain made it's way into his collarbone as a Stinging Hex was fired at him.

"It's time, betrayer, I look forward to seeing justice be brought down on you" one of his guard Aurors growled.

"You killed my friend, bastard. If it wasn't for Madam Bone's order, you would've been long dead" spat the other one.

Harry merely sneered at them, pissed about his rude awakening, before growling in a low tone that was heavily laced with magic.

"I was the one who slaughtered your precious Dumbledore, sure it's a good idea to antagonize me?"

"W-w-we're not sc-scared of you, P-Potter" one of them meekly stammered

"Keep telling yourself that"

The Aurors swiftly looked away with fear and violently dragged the convict away by the cuffs of his arm. As he entered the cold chamber which would determine his fate, Harry couldn't help but feel covered in fear as he noticed the dark, daunting dementors that had haunted his dreams countless amount of time. Harry soon found himself transferred from the Aurors' rough grip to the icy restraints of the chair in the centre of the court – granting him a clear view of the entire court. He was treated to a wide range of glares and scowls from the Wizengamot members as well as the public, and he could feel the disappointments and sadness radiating from his former friends, which forcibly brought back memories of his former life.

/Flashback/

Harry was quietly leaning toward an elderly oak tree next to the Black Lake. It was his favourite place in Hogwarts - the calm beats of the wave crashing into the shore along with the gentle chirping of the hummingbirds and the soft whisper of the gentle breezes never failed to calm Harry down. Alas, his peace didn't last for long as in the distance, 4 figures made their way toward the raven-haired boy.

"Hey Harry, help me with Potions. It's due tomorrow and I haven't started it yet!" yelled Cedric Diggory, who was in his baggy Hufflepuff robes, which made him looked like a Canary.

"Oh shit. Harry mate, I need help too. Especially since I'm a Gryffindor, otherwise Snape's gonna have my arse" Oliver Wood, who just came from quidditch training begged the Ravenclaw.

"Can you two not rely on Potter for once? I mean, for Merlin's sake! I'm surprised you two morons even managed to pass your exams." growled Flora Carrow "In fact, why the fuck am I friend with you two trolls?"

"Hey!" Cedric and Oliver chirped, both insulted at the Slytherin girl's remark.

"Boys, don't mind my sister. She's just annoyed that you two didn't consider her as someone who could assist you with potions" a grinning Hestia Carrow sniggered "And Flora, please mind your language! You too, Oliver."

"Can all of you shut the fuck up and bugger off?" growled a thoroughly annoyed Harry Potter "Except for you, Hestia. You can stay all you want" he quickly added after he saw the frown on the Slytherin 4th year.

"What got your panties in a twist, Potter? You're starting to act like Snape." Cedric remarked.

"Do not compare me to Snape, you waste of sperm cells. And to answer your question, it's my sister. She's been here for a month now" Harry replied snarkily.

"Why would you complain about your sister? From what I can remember, you were over the moon with the fact that your sister was coming to Hogwarts" Flora murmured, still angry with her twin sister for telling her off.

"It's not so much about her, it's more the fact that she's the Girl-Who-Lived. Ever since she came to Hogwarts, there hasn't been an opportunity for me to even talk to her since she's been covered by Griffindorks everywhere she goes. And I'm her brother! Not to mention the fucking goo-goo eyes the boys were making toward my little princess! Fucking creeps!" Harry shouted as his eyes glowed with agitation.

"Oh dear" Hestia giggled "Seems like someone's jealous"

Harry replied in the very mature manner of sticking his tongue out at her.

/End of flashback/

Snapping back to reality, Harry turned his attention toward Madam Bone, but as his head turned, Harry caught a sight that made him doubletake. James Potter was standing imposingly as he shot his eldest son a glare with disappointment and anger. His mother was alongside him as she looked at him with regret. However, it was the person who was between the two that overcame Harry with emotions.

Sonya Janna Potter

His princess

His precious jewel

His flesh and blood

His everything

As his gaze passed her's, Harry was flooded with sadness, with anger, with desire. As he stared into her mesmerising emerald eyes which were laced with longing and grief, which peered into his core, into his soul, which asked one question.

Why?

Even though he tried to keep his emotions in check, Harry could not prevent a single tear that slowly dropped down his eyes. He could not prevent the flash of emotion that escaped, nor could he prevent the crack in his impenetrable mask, which revealed that under the heartless murderer, was a little boy who was terrified and longs for his family. In a flash, his slip up was covered, and back was the cold, calculating mask of a death eater.

"Harry James Potter, you are trialled for War Crimes, 5 cases of wizarding murder, 8 cases of murders of muggles, high treason, the murder of the Chief Warlock, multiple uses of Dark Magic and multiple uses of the Imperious, Cruciatus and Avada Kedavra! HOW DO YOU PLEAD?"

Slowly, Harry raised his head, and with a pompous smirk, whispered.

"Guilty."

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