A/N: Well, I'm going to try my hand at a multi-chapter fic. I hope you all enjoy it, though the plotline is far overused, but you can't ignore those pesky bunnies forever!

Disclaimer: Do I look like JK Rowling? No. Am I British? I wish. Would I be on this site if I was her? No, I'd be in my Hogwarts-esque castle on my private island! Thus, I do not, and never will, own Harry Potter.

Harry looked up into the cold gaze of the judge above him, wishing, hoping, that this was a dream, just a terrible nightmare.

"Harry James Potter," the judge spat with contempt, "you have been accused of the murders of Ginerva Molly Weasley and Percy Ignatius Weasley. How do you plead?"

"Please-I'm innocent, believe me! I'm innocent!" he pleaded, how could they think that he'd murder Ginny, his amazing, beautiful...dead...

Everyone in the courtroom looked on in disgust. Mrs. Weasley sobbed into her handkerchief, and Mr. Weasley looked like he wanted nothing more than to kill him right then and there. They thought he betrayed them, even after the years he'd known them. How could they think he'd murder Ginny and Percy?

"We'd like to call Hermione Granger up".

Harry looked at her in shock, as she walked up to the podium and turned to face him, her eyes cold and accusing.

"In all the years I've known Harry, I always thought there was something off with him," she began, "He was never like any of the other first years, like we were, he had this strange look in his eyes that made you wonder what he was really thinking..." she continued on as Harry took each word like the cruciatus, over and over, and over.

"...and finally, this last year, when his scar was hurting, it was suspicious, but we thought it was nothing. Now I know he was communicating with his true ally, Voldemort. Always rushing off in the middle of class, always knowing when Voldemort attacked, how could we have been so blind? It's obvious now, but it's also too late. I hope you rot in Azkaban Potter, I hope you die like the filthy animal you are. And burn in hell" she concluded.

Ron Weasley, his supposed best friend, the one he could count on, was called up next. His speech, like Hermione's, pointed out each time his scar hurt, every time he was with Voldemort, and that he'd always been a murderer.

"I mean in fourth year, he probably offed Cedric himself, as an initiation into the Death Eaters. And when we went to the ministry to save Sirius, I bet anything he was hoping to get rid of us and called the Death Eaters to be when we arrived. I am ashamed to say he was my best mate, but I can now call him what he truly is; a murderous, lying coward piece of scum. You're going to pay for every moment my brother and sister were in pain. You're going to die for that!" Ron's voice escalated throughout the whole thing. Harry could only stare at him in shock.

Dumbledore was next. This was the hardest blow for Harry, to see the man he thought of as a grandfather, a mentor, stand there and proclaim him a Death Eater, an heir to Voldemort.

"I am greatly disappointed in you Mr. Potter. We all depended on you, and you let the wizarding world down. I am sorry to say I was wrong about you, all the time I thought you were a kind young man, while you betrayed us in the highest degree" Dumbledore said, shaking his head sadly.

They even had the Dursleys come in...

"He was always a troublemaker, burdened himself upon us hardworking folk, took advantage of us I say! Even threatened my son numerous times, nearly killed him once, and he blew up my sister as well! Glad to see the boy finally gets what was coming to him" Uncle Vernon proclaimed, relishing every word.

After everyone finished their pieces, Dumbledore expelled him from Hogwarts, the only home he'd ever had, and McGonagall denounced his place as a Gryffindor.

Then the final blow came.

"Harry James Potter, we, the Wizengamot hereby pronounce you guilty of murdering Ginerva and Percy Weasley. You have been condemned to a life sentence in Azkaban prison, where you will remain in a high security cell, for the remainder of your existence" the judge announced.

There were cheers among the many people that had come to stand as witnesses or view the spectacle. Harry was dragged to his feet by the two burly Aurors on either side of him, and three more followed from behind as they apparated to the prison of insanity, holder of criminals, and killer of many, Azkaban.

Yes, I know its short, but this is only the prologue! Fear not, there will be longer chapters ahead.

I don't care if it's a compliment, a flame, or a critique, I would appreciate a review so that I may better hone my writing skills.

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