Midnight With You
It just came to me while I was reading kateydidnt story called 'Betrayed' Which I have to say is one of the best stories I have ever read on FF.Net.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this idea! I CAME UP WITH IT FIRST! Or at least I did for the SM/HP section. I don't know who did in the HP section. *shruggs*
Im so sick and tired of all those usual Scouts-name-here-Goes-to-Hogwarts stories. Though there is nothing wrong with em. I just want some creativity! Some spice! Something to add that no one else to do! Something that will catch someone's attention and inspire others to write something like it.
Summary: Harry is sent to Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit. 7 years later Hotaru Tomoe with the help of Serena Tuskino and Amara Tenoeh break him out. With their help they work to prove his innocence and make things right again.
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Harry was now 23 years old and in Azkaban for a crime he never committed. Much like his Godfather had been. The only difference was that he was only 16 when he was put in this hell hole.
He yearned to see the cheerful yellow sun again, the bright blue sky with puffy white clouds, the soft green grass, and the O-so beautiful flowers of so many different colors. But his sentence wouldn't allow it. He was stuck there tell the day he died.
He leaned up against the cold gray stone and looked up at the dull gray stone ceiling. Someday he would escape....someday he would prove to everyone that he was innocent. Someday he would stand in front of all those who had throne him into Azkanban and listen to them plead for his forgiveness. And he would laugh in there faces. He would........he knew he would. He had to. He couldn't die until he did.
These few thoughts are what kept Harry going. They weren't exactly happy thoughts so the Dementors couldn't feed off of them. They where more like an obsession he had grown. So while the other prisoners withered away to nothing, Harry remain healthy and untouched...or so it seemed.
The only evidence that there was that Harry was having problems was he never spoke to anyone. Not even to Hermione who until recently had come to visit him every 3 months.
He had been like this sense is 2nd year of being stuck there. Seven years the following day would mark the anniversary of his time spent. The anniversary of how he was unjustly convicted of a crime he had never committed.
~*~ Flashback
Harry searched for a friendly face in the courtroom but found none. All of the faces held looks of rage, anger, and disgust. A few where crying........but not for him....oh no...not for him. For the person he had 'killed'.
A sweet little girl named Ginny. So innocent and caring. How could they think he would murder her?! Did they all know so little about his personality?!
Fudge glared down at him. "You have charged and found guilty of killing, Ginny Anne Weasley, using two of the three forbidden curses, using magic outside of school in front of Muggles, and treason. Sense you are a miner we are not permitted to sentence the Dementors Kiss on you. So instead you will live the rest of your life rotting away in Azkaban." he growled.
Sobs could be heard threw out the room. Mostly coming from Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Luna, and Fleur.
Harry glanced around the room one last time.
He noticed that all 6 Weasley brothers where glaring angrily at him and looked prepared to kill him. Mr. Weasley, Mad Eye Moody, Sirius, and Remus refused to look at him. Dumbledore and McGonagall both had tears shining in their normally calm eyes.
That is when it hit him. No one.....not one of them believed he was innocent! Not one of them!
~*~ End of Flashback.
Harry opened his tired green eyes at the sound of movement near him. The first thing he noticed was he was no longer in Azkaban but in a white room with an oak dresser and night stand.
He wasn't laying on Azkabans cold, hard cots but a feathery soft warm bed. The paper thin sheets that covered the cots where gone as well. In there place was a super thick blanket that was light purple.
Was this a dream? Was he dreaming all of this? No, no he wasn't.....the pain in his left shoulder told him that much. So.....where was he and why?
Thats when a figure caught his eye. She was small and petite but had a nice enough figure. Her black almost purple hair hung to her shoulders.
He cleared his throat to get her attention. When she turned to face him, his breathe caught in his throat. "Ginny?" he managed to croak out.
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Bwahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa! Im evil! I truly am!
I know this chapter was REALLY short but it was more or less to catch your attention....sooo......did it work?
The faster you review the faster the chapters come out. Ive got all the chapters done all the way up to Chapter 7. So hurry up and review!
It just came to me while I was reading kateydidnt story called 'Betrayed' Which I have to say is one of the best stories I have ever read on FF.Net.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this idea! I CAME UP WITH IT FIRST! Or at least I did for the SM/HP section. I don't know who did in the HP section. *shruggs*
Im so sick and tired of all those usual Scouts-name-here-Goes-to-Hogwarts stories. Though there is nothing wrong with em. I just want some creativity! Some spice! Something to add that no one else to do! Something that will catch someone's attention and inspire others to write something like it.
Summary: Harry is sent to Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit. 7 years later Hotaru Tomoe with the help of Serena Tuskino and Amara Tenoeh break him out. With their help they work to prove his innocence and make things right again.
~*~
Harry was now 23 years old and in Azkaban for a crime he never committed. Much like his Godfather had been. The only difference was that he was only 16 when he was put in this hell hole.
He yearned to see the cheerful yellow sun again, the bright blue sky with puffy white clouds, the soft green grass, and the O-so beautiful flowers of so many different colors. But his sentence wouldn't allow it. He was stuck there tell the day he died.
He leaned up against the cold gray stone and looked up at the dull gray stone ceiling. Someday he would escape....someday he would prove to everyone that he was innocent. Someday he would stand in front of all those who had throne him into Azkanban and listen to them plead for his forgiveness. And he would laugh in there faces. He would........he knew he would. He had to. He couldn't die until he did.
These few thoughts are what kept Harry going. They weren't exactly happy thoughts so the Dementors couldn't feed off of them. They where more like an obsession he had grown. So while the other prisoners withered away to nothing, Harry remain healthy and untouched...or so it seemed.
The only evidence that there was that Harry was having problems was he never spoke to anyone. Not even to Hermione who until recently had come to visit him every 3 months.
He had been like this sense is 2nd year of being stuck there. Seven years the following day would mark the anniversary of his time spent. The anniversary of how he was unjustly convicted of a crime he had never committed.
~*~ Flashback
Harry searched for a friendly face in the courtroom but found none. All of the faces held looks of rage, anger, and disgust. A few where crying........but not for him....oh no...not for him. For the person he had 'killed'.
A sweet little girl named Ginny. So innocent and caring. How could they think he would murder her?! Did they all know so little about his personality?!
Fudge glared down at him. "You have charged and found guilty of killing, Ginny Anne Weasley, using two of the three forbidden curses, using magic outside of school in front of Muggles, and treason. Sense you are a miner we are not permitted to sentence the Dementors Kiss on you. So instead you will live the rest of your life rotting away in Azkaban." he growled.
Sobs could be heard threw out the room. Mostly coming from Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Luna, and Fleur.
Harry glanced around the room one last time.
He noticed that all 6 Weasley brothers where glaring angrily at him and looked prepared to kill him. Mr. Weasley, Mad Eye Moody, Sirius, and Remus refused to look at him. Dumbledore and McGonagall both had tears shining in their normally calm eyes.
That is when it hit him. No one.....not one of them believed he was innocent! Not one of them!
~*~ End of Flashback.
Harry opened his tired green eyes at the sound of movement near him. The first thing he noticed was he was no longer in Azkaban but in a white room with an oak dresser and night stand.
He wasn't laying on Azkabans cold, hard cots but a feathery soft warm bed. The paper thin sheets that covered the cots where gone as well. In there place was a super thick blanket that was light purple.
Was this a dream? Was he dreaming all of this? No, no he wasn't.....the pain in his left shoulder told him that much. So.....where was he and why?
Thats when a figure caught his eye. She was small and petite but had a nice enough figure. Her black almost purple hair hung to her shoulders.
He cleared his throat to get her attention. When she turned to face him, his breathe caught in his throat. "Ginny?" he managed to croak out.
~*~
Bwahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa! Im evil! I truly am!
I know this chapter was REALLY short but it was more or less to catch your attention....sooo......did it work?
The faster you review the faster the chapters come out. Ive got all the chapters done all the way up to Chapter 7. So hurry up and review!