Phoenix Tears
Chapter One
A Mistake that Ruined his Future
Kingsley Shacklebolt sat in the Ministers chair in the court room, surrounded by his jury. He stared at the man in front of them, who had his raven black hair messed up, and his emerald eyes hard.
"Harry James Potter," Shacklebolt said loud and clear, "You have been brought in with the accusations of first degree murder. How do you plea?"
Harry raised his head. "Not guilty." He said coldly. Kingsley cleared his throat. "Were you present at Ollivanders wand shop at 4:24 p.m on Monday evening?" he asked. "No, sir, I wasn't." Harry replied. Kingsley glowered. "Do you have any witnesses to where you were that evening?" he asked.
"Unfortunately, no." Harry explained. "You see, at that time I was in a muggle park, watching a small game of soccer between a few families." He heard one member of the jury scoff. "Witnesses clearly state that they saw you at promptly the time of the murder of Alsius Maurine whilst he brought his son to retrieve his wand. Can you explain this?" Suzanne Cora asked.
"Either a metamorphagus or a nice brew of Polyjuice potion," Harry stated, annoyed that they didn't believe him.
"Will anyone defend Mr. Potter?" Kingsley asked. Harry looked at his friends, but none of them rose to his rescue. The Weasly family gave him hard stares, and Hermione grimaced at him, hate shining in her eyes.
"Those who deem guilty?" Shacklebolt said. Everyone in the jury raised their hands, and Harry stopped breathing.
"Mr. Harry James Potter is sentenced to the Dementors Kiss on Tuesday, August the 18th, at 5:30 a.m sharp!" as soon as the words left his lips, an Auror grabbed his arm and dragged him off.
Hermione and Ron gave him death glares as he passed. "Why?" he asked. "Because you don't deserve it," Ron spat at him.
As they dragged Harry back to his cell, he had time to rethink. His friends didn't believe him. Were they ever really his friends? Or were they only in it for the fame he came with?
The following day, he was dragged into the Dementors chamber. Harry gave the Minister a death glare as he was chained to the floor. When they all left, he let his inner self rise.
Try as the Dementor might have, he couldn't take his soul as long as he sported his Animangus' spirit above his own. When the aurors came to collect his body, he feigned death.
And as soon as they dumped his body off the cliff just behind the ministry, and left him for dead, he transformed into his Animangus and took to the skies in a silent melody of thanks.