The four men walked down the dark and damp halls of Azkaban past rows and rows of seemingly identical cells. They had been walking for several minutes when they quite suddenly came to a stop in front of a cell that looked just the same as all the others. Inside the cell was a young man, who, unlike almost all the other occupants of the prison, looked to be in perfect health.
The man in question had shoulder length, jet-black hair. He stood at about 6' 2" and had a muscular but modest build. At the moment, he was using an exposed pipe to do pull-ups on. This mans name was Harry Potter.
The people outside the cell could only stand there in awe and confusion. No one had been able to resist the effects of Dementors before, and they usually all wasted away into near-nothingness after only a few months, and Harry had been here for seven years! If anything, he looked better now than he did when he went in!
Harry turned around and looked at the people outside. One guard, one red-headed ex-best friend, one godfather, and an ex-professor. He looked at them all with his piercing, icy, cold, green gaze. They all had the inexplicable feeling of having their souls searched. They couldn't tell if they were deemed worthy.
"They finally got their heads out of their arses, did they?" was all Harry said before he gathered up his shirt and stood by the door to his cell.
"Harry Potter, you have been deemed innocent by the Wizengamot of Great Britain, and are hereby released, and your record expunged. Reparations have been paid to your Gringotts account in the amount of five-million Galleons. You are now a free man." said the prison guard. He punctuated this by unlocking the cell door, and standing aside for Harry to come through.
Harry stepped out, looked at the four men surrounding him, then looked solely at the guard, ignoring the others present.
"Please show the way out, its been quite a while since I was allowed to wander." he said in an emotionless tone. It was like a knife piercing the sides of the other men present. An indirect reminder of their shortcomings, and failures of the young man before them. Because they had failed him. They had lost all faith in him, and believed his guilt. They had sentenced him to hell on earth, and at the time, they believed he deserved every second of it. They had been wrong.
The guard turned and lead the way back down the hall way, through all the twists and turns, and escorted the entourage across the waters to the shore on the other side. As they were exiting the boat, he pulled Harry aside, and whispered in his ear, "I hope you know that we guards always believed you. We are going to miss you, my friend."
"Thank you, Sam. It's been fun." Harry replied, and the other men were left wondering. Finally, Ron spoke up.
"It's really great to see you, Harry. It's not been going well for us, with the war and all. It's great to have you back." he said in a halting and hesitant manner. His eyes couldn't decide if they wanted to stare at his feet or at the man in front of him, so they just kept darting back and forth. Harry kept absolutely still for a few minutes, then looked Ron in the eyes and said in a monotone, "Apology not accepted." and apparated away.