Eighteen year old Albus Potter was running, and running hard and fast, passing by muggle shops. He ran until he could run no longer, he saw more shops down the road. He knew he made a mistake of going to number 12 Grimmauld Place to see his parents. A part of him knew this would happen, but he so hoped that it would not. Now he was running from the Wizard Law who was right behind. He could hear the Aurors yelling and firing spells at him.
"STOP, WE KNOW ITS YOU POTTER!" said one Auror as the stunning spell shot near his ear. Albus kept running, his legs getting tired as he ran, and he saw a space between two buildings, he took the turn and CRASH. Albus found himself colliding with a trashcan. He rolled onto the ground, two trash bags spilled onto the ground, not knowing the Aurors were coming onto him. He got up quickly, and started running again, all the noise around him seemed invisible to his ears. As he ran, Albus felt a jolt hit him in the back, he fell to the ground on his stomach, he groaned as he hit the ground.
"Albus Severus Potter, you are under arrest for dark magic use and selling dark objects to muggles, and not attending your Hearing." An Auror said as two Aurors picked Albus up by his arms. The Auror was a man, a few years younger than his father; he was no more than five foot eight at most, a five o'clock shadow beard showed on his face. The Aurors wand lowered, to where Albus thought was his abdominan area, he had no idea why but the thought of the wand pointing at him at that particular area made him nervous.
"Can I atleast see my family?" Albus asked, before the Auror said a word.
"Hawk, Taylor," The Auror said to the two men who held Albus, "Take Mr. Albus Potter to Headquarters. And to answer your question Potter, you will see your father soon enough."
Before he could respond, Albus felt a tugging sensation at his naval as he was apperated to the Aurors headquarters at the Ministry of Magic.
As he apperated at the Headquarters, he was in a miniature cell, which was no wider than four feet maximum. He was relieved that he held his breath as he was apperated, he would hate to have to vomit in this cell.
"Shit… " Albus said as he looked out the cell. He was in the back room of the Auror office; the room was full of cells from wall to wall. The cell that Albus was in, was anti-magic, you cannot apperate in or out of the cell, unless you were an Auror with permission from the Head Auror. The Auror that caught him walked in, followed by his father, Harry Potter.
"Mr. Potter," the Auror said, "This is the convict, he has a warrant for his arrest."
"Gregory, enough," Harry said, he was growing irritated now, the new wannabe Head Auror had been talking his ear off for the past ten minutes. "He is my son, not a convict."
"Mr. Potter, sir," Gregory said, "He is a wanted convict; he has been on the run for nearly a month."
"I said enough Gregory," Harry said, looking at Gregory, his temper was starting to rise, a lot of the Aurors knew Harry Potters temper, along with Ron Weasley's temper, the duo were a force to be reckoned with. Gregory stopped arguing, he knew better than to make Harry potter mad.
"Yes sir," Gregory said, he walked out of the back room. Harry watched the man leave the room, closing the door behind him. The lights above the two Potters flickered.
"Albus," Harry said, he stood infront of the cell, "The Ministry wants you in Azkaban. You should of gone to the hearing, and face a year or two of Ministry probation."
"I know that dad," Albus said, his nerves were unsettled, "I know."
"You are a smart kid, Albus," Harry said, "If you needed help, all you had to do was ask. You did not need to use dark magic." To Albus, that sounded simple, but Albus knew that it was not that simple, money would not have been enough.
"Then answer me this: why did you do it?" Harry asked, "Why would you mingle in dark magic? Your mother and I do not understand why you would do something that we both taught you not to do. Even Scorpius does not understand."
"Scorpius had nothing to do with it," Albus said, "it was all me… I don't know why, I just did."
"As Head Auror, I want you to know that you will be here until your Ministry hearing," Harry said. He saw his son looking at him, his and his mother's green emerald eyes looking back at him. His son's brown hair touched his brows and was dis shelved from his run. He was slim, much like Harry himself, and Harry noticed that his son was not wearing his glasses; he figured it was the muggle contraption called eye contacts. Out of all of his and Ginny's children, Albus was different, he was the only one with brown hair, and bore green eyes like his. He was a Slytherin, the first ever in the family to be in contact with muggels and mingle with dark magic at the same time. The last part he and the family just found out, besides James. James Potter was the Potters eldest son, he found out what Albus was doing, and told Harry about it. Harry did not understand his youngest son, he knew this was not Albus, but yet again, he knew that Albus was right in front of him. Albus just looked at his dad, he hoped his father would let him go, but Abus doubted that would ever happen now.
"I am sorry dad," Albus said, making his eyes tear up, but Harry was not fooled. He looked past the act that Albus was putting on in front of him, This was the hardest part of Harrys job. He seen more than a few young men and women sent to Azkaban for using dark magic. It tore him up at how young they were, he always hopped he would never have to send one of own children to Azkaban, and know he finally was.
The next day Albus was sitting in the Hearing room, the Minister of Magic, Kingsly Shacklebolt looked down at Albus from where he was sitting. Albus was sitting in a wooden chair, he looked at the men and women next to and behind the Minister, his father, Harry Potter sat next to the Minister. Wearing the clothes he wore the other day, his hair was combed, and he wore shackles on his ankles and wrists, with a long chain from his wrists to his ankles. The shackles were magic proof, so escape was impossible.
"Hearing for Albus Severus Potter," the minister said, his voice boomed throughout the room. "Who has knowingly used dark magic, sold dark objects to muggles, and has an outstanding warrant for not appearing at his last hearing."
Albus heard the surrounding people whispering to each other.
"James potter, will you tell us what you saw five weeks ago," The Minister said. James Potter took a seat in another chair looking at the Minister and his father. Harry nodded at his son. James Potter unlike Albus had jet black hair, and was un tidy just like Harry's.
"Albus was… selling dark items to muggles on the street," James said, "selling more dark items to wizards and to shops in knockturn Alley… He never said where he got them from when I asked him."
"Thank you James," Kingsly Shackelbolt said, "anything else you wish to add or is that it?"
"That is it," James said.
"….Next witness," Kingsly said, as two and a half hours of more than ten witnesses spoke how Albus sold them dark objects.
"Albus Potter, stand please," Kingsly said, as Albus stood, two Aurors stood by him on either side. "You will be sentenced to two years in Azkaban prison for dark magic use with an extra year for selling dark objects to muggles, unless someone else wishes for a lighter sentence."
Albus looked at the Minister, then to his dad, his heart pounding within his chest. His eyes met his mother who was close to tears, his brother and sister, along with Scorpius his best friend since first year, and the rest of his family; Rose, Fred, Hugo, his Aunts, Uncles, and grandparents, nobody stood up for him. He swallowed hard, as he felt small in the room. It was the price he paid for the job he took. Now his own family would not stand up for him. The people he knew all his eighteen years of life.
"Albus your wand will be snapped, and you will serve three years in Azkaban and two years on Wizard probation." Kingsly said, "You may purchase a new wand after release."
Albus felt his knees buckle, but he kept standing, as the two Aurors gripped his arms, leading him out of the room. The press was having a field day as the youngest son of Harry and Ginny Potter was going to Azkaban. Cameras flashed, nearly blinding him, news writers from the Daily Prophet wanted to talk to him. Albus held back his tears as he was taken down the chilled hall, passing over twenty doors on both sides. The very last door was marked 'Azkaban' in white letters on a black door.
The door opened up to a large room, with light grey walls, a long built in table was set up, and Albus saw his father behind the table, and Albus could of sworn that he wasn't there a few seconds ago. Albus was led to the table and he noticed his father had tear stained eyes.
"Your wand?" Harry asked, Albus gave his wand to his dad slowly. Harry took the wand and recorded the wand on a log with his name on it.
"Dad… I'm sorry," Albus said, but Harry did not look at his son.
"Your Identification is AF5905, remember it." Harry told him.
The trip to North Sea where Azkaban lay took an hour to get to by flying. When they got there, and taken to a room on the first floor, Albus changed into his Azkaban prison uniform of black and white stripped clothes, he traded his muggle contacts for his glasses, and his picture was taken in the hallway with his ID number.
The brick and rock building was warmer without its previous guards; the Dementors. Now Azkaban had regular wizards and witches that stood watch. Azkaban banned the Dementors after 1998, when the public did not trust the Dementors loyalty. Even though it has been more that twenty years, the prison still felt chilly and dead to its inhabitants.
Harry potter returned home to his wife, and daughter, who previously returned home after the trial. Ginny could not believe what happened; she could not believe that her son was going to Azkaban now. Great Britain's wizard prison: a place that no parent wants their son or daughter to end up at. Neither Harry nor Ginny knew why this happened, they both wished they could of stopped him before anything happened.
"Where did we go wrong Harry?" Ginny asked, her voice croaked from crying.
"I don't know Ginny, we did all we could." Harry said, trying to reassure her.
"None of it is your fault mum," Lily said, her red hair was down, and over her shoulder.
"Thanks Lily dear," Ginny said, as she stroked her daughters cheek.
"Did we do the right thing Harry?" Ginny asked, looking at Harry, "by sending Aurors after him."
"We did, yes," Harry said nodding, he knew in his heart that he had to send the Aurors after Albus, that he needed others to catch up to him. "We had to, for his own good."
AN: What did you guys think? This was my first fanfiction story and I will add to the story. I hope you all liked the story.