Disclaimer: I can't believe I have to repeat this with every single story!! Anywayz *sigh* if I must...I dun own Hogwarts, Potter and Co. I own the story line. I don't even own any of the songs that might be included.
a/n: This contains slash. If u don't like that and intend to whinge about it then LEAVE ^_^ lol. Pls review after reading. It does make the world go 'round ya know ^_^ And here's something else: this is a very weird fic. I'm planning to include angst, humour, dark humour, romance, fluff, and violence. Oh, and it has coarse language! You have been warned *grin* Rating may become subject to change as the story advances. Let's go...
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"Mister Potter..."
//Bloody hell, I thought I'd left this Mister Potter business behind when I left Hogwarts. I thought times had changed.//
"You were found beside the mutilated carcass of the deceased, holding the weapon believed to be that which was used to kill the victim."
//Well hang on, apparently times HAVE changed, because now they want to charge me...//
"...with the brutal murder of Sirius Black."
//Oh for fuck's sake I didn't kill him! He's my godfather for crying out loud. Why the hell won't you people listen to me? Oh go eat a hippogriff and die.//
"You have the right to remain silent right now."
//I don't think it was necessary for you to say that, Seamus - you little traitor! I was your friend for seven years and this is how you repay me?? By not trusting me that I DID NOT kill Sirius?! I couldn't talk if you said I could. I couldn't say anything even if Draco Malfoy walked up to me and started shagging me for no bloody reason. This mouth-binding curse they've put on me has made sure I can't even mutter or whisper or anything! I swear, Seamus, if I ever get my hands on your scrawny Irish neck they really WILL have a reason to charge me with murder.//
"...spend tonight in Azkaban."
//Oh that's just brilliant. Really. Couldn't get much better than being thrown in Hell on Earth for a night before I...//
"...meet with your Ministry lawyer tomorrow morning. You will be escorted from your cell and be Portkeyed to your barrister's office. I suggest you try and get some sleep tonight. Good day, Potter." Seamus stood and somewhat stiffly shook Harry's hands, not quite being able to meet the man's intense green gaze any more.
//I'm sorry Harry. I'm so sorry. But it's a job. It keeps food on the table. It's just a job...//
//And Hell is just a sauna. But we all know Azkaban's often even worse than that fiery place, don't we? Fuck you Seamus. You stand there knowing I'm innocent and yet you keep with your little charade, you keep playing Ministry boy without any qualms whatsoever of throwing me to the Dementors. Yeah well, learn that it's a big bad world out there. Learn that sometimes things aren't what they seem to be.//
"I'll see you in the Ministry Court on the 23rd."
//That things aren't what we want them to be.//
That night Harry huddled in the corner of his cell. Like his murdered godfather, Harry knew he was innocent, so with that thought he was able to keep sane, though every so often, he would feel shards of guilt and loneliness and depression stab at his heart.
"Mum...dad..." He whispered, leaning against the wall and holding his knees to his chest. "Why aren't you here to protect me? Why aren't you here to save me?? Why me?" His question went unanswered.
Moonlight spilled from the only window in the whole cell, a tiny slit set high in the bricks of one wall. Dust sparkled in the beam of light. But no matter how much Harry prayed or asked for help, no-one came to him. No miracle appeared in the silver pool, or spectre or spook or saint materialised to save him. And with growing dread, Harry realised something that scared him so bad he wished he could turn back time and never be born at all.
He was alone, and he always would be.
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cookiejarnotes: More coming soon. Very Soon. I intend to have a lot of fun with this fic! Ooo and please review this one, u know I'll luv u lots n' lots if u do!
a/n: This contains slash. If u don't like that and intend to whinge about it then LEAVE ^_^ lol. Pls review after reading. It does make the world go 'round ya know ^_^ And here's something else: this is a very weird fic. I'm planning to include angst, humour, dark humour, romance, fluff, and violence. Oh, and it has coarse language! You have been warned *grin* Rating may become subject to change as the story advances. Let's go...
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"Mister Potter..."
//Bloody hell, I thought I'd left this Mister Potter business behind when I left Hogwarts. I thought times had changed.//
"You were found beside the mutilated carcass of the deceased, holding the weapon believed to be that which was used to kill the victim."
//Well hang on, apparently times HAVE changed, because now they want to charge me...//
"...with the brutal murder of Sirius Black."
//Oh for fuck's sake I didn't kill him! He's my godfather for crying out loud. Why the hell won't you people listen to me? Oh go eat a hippogriff and die.//
"You have the right to remain silent right now."
//I don't think it was necessary for you to say that, Seamus - you little traitor! I was your friend for seven years and this is how you repay me?? By not trusting me that I DID NOT kill Sirius?! I couldn't talk if you said I could. I couldn't say anything even if Draco Malfoy walked up to me and started shagging me for no bloody reason. This mouth-binding curse they've put on me has made sure I can't even mutter or whisper or anything! I swear, Seamus, if I ever get my hands on your scrawny Irish neck they really WILL have a reason to charge me with murder.//
"...spend tonight in Azkaban."
//Oh that's just brilliant. Really. Couldn't get much better than being thrown in Hell on Earth for a night before I...//
"...meet with your Ministry lawyer tomorrow morning. You will be escorted from your cell and be Portkeyed to your barrister's office. I suggest you try and get some sleep tonight. Good day, Potter." Seamus stood and somewhat stiffly shook Harry's hands, not quite being able to meet the man's intense green gaze any more.
//I'm sorry Harry. I'm so sorry. But it's a job. It keeps food on the table. It's just a job...//
//And Hell is just a sauna. But we all know Azkaban's often even worse than that fiery place, don't we? Fuck you Seamus. You stand there knowing I'm innocent and yet you keep with your little charade, you keep playing Ministry boy without any qualms whatsoever of throwing me to the Dementors. Yeah well, learn that it's a big bad world out there. Learn that sometimes things aren't what they seem to be.//
"I'll see you in the Ministry Court on the 23rd."
//That things aren't what we want them to be.//
That night Harry huddled in the corner of his cell. Like his murdered godfather, Harry knew he was innocent, so with that thought he was able to keep sane, though every so often, he would feel shards of guilt and loneliness and depression stab at his heart.
"Mum...dad..." He whispered, leaning against the wall and holding his knees to his chest. "Why aren't you here to protect me? Why aren't you here to save me?? Why me?" His question went unanswered.
Moonlight spilled from the only window in the whole cell, a tiny slit set high in the bricks of one wall. Dust sparkled in the beam of light. But no matter how much Harry prayed or asked for help, no-one came to him. No miracle appeared in the silver pool, or spectre or spook or saint materialised to save him. And with growing dread, Harry realised something that scared him so bad he wished he could turn back time and never be born at all.
He was alone, and he always would be.
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cookiejarnotes: More coming soon. Very Soon. I intend to have a lot of fun with this fic! Ooo and please review this one, u know I'll luv u lots n' lots if u do!