Summary: A powerful child ignorant of the power he holds, how could he be blamed for power infused accidental magic? According to the minister HE can. Find out what happens when a 5 year old Harry Potter is thrown in Azkaban.
Spoilers: Basic Harry Potter Background, If I include from the books I'll update this section
Disclaimer: To my disappointment, I do not own HP.
Reviews: Entirely welcome, flames not accepted but constructive criticism welcome.
Warning: mention of child abuse
Author's Note: This is my first non-time travelling fiction! Woohoo!! And I would like to thank my friend, Misty Maltesers for the excellent Title and Beta'ing.
Chapter 1: A Terrible Night
It was a stormy, cold night in early October 1985. Everyone was staying indoors, unless it was extremely necessary to leave their homes all across the country, and Privet drive; Surrey was no exception. This street was normal to the average eye, but Number Four Privet Drive held a secret. If you were to ask the owners of the house, Petunia and Vernon Dursley, what that secret was they would probably say it was that their 5 year old freak of a nephew who was living with them since he was one, when his parents died. Were you to ask there nephew Harry, it would be the fact that he was abused and unloved, but no one was going to ask.
On this night, Marge Dursley, Vernon's sister, was staying at Privet Drive, and when she turned up the first thing Harry heard from his cupboard under the stairs was: "Where's the freak?" asked by Marge. Sighing, Harry walked out of his cupboard into the view of the Dursley's. He didn't want to, but he knew that if he didn't it would be worse.
It was four hours later that things came to blows. Marge Dursley was enjoying her favourite pass time of insulting Harry and his parents while fawning over Dudley. The conversation had just turned to Harry's parents.
"Good for nothing drunks," she grinned maliciously at the fleeting unhappy expression that she caught passing over Harry's face. "What? You really think they weren't…. you know? It's obvious that they didn't love you!" she lied. All movement suddenly seized in the house; as much as the Dursley's hated Harry they had never denied that his parents had loved him. Don't get them wrong; they had never told him that his parents did love him, they just hadn't said that they didn't because even they knew that his mother's love is what keeping them safe.
When Marge had spoken, Harry saw red. He didn't understand what was going on, all he knew was that he had a burning sensation all through his body. He only had a glimpse of the Dursley's frightened faces and Dudley running out of the room before the world around him exploded.
While Harry was experiencing that, the Dursleys saw what that deadly sentence had caused him. He was frozen in place, and was glowing an eerie white and green, and it was like there was fire in his eyes. Dudley was safe, but the adults were too scared to move. Suddenly the house blew outwards and Dudley was thrown clear off the house as he had reached the front door by the time the house blew up. The adult Dursleys were not so lucky; they were directly in front of Harry, so unfortunately for them they blew up along with the house. When all the debris had settled there in the middle of the crater once known as Number Four Privet Drive, Harry Potter was unconscious to the world and Dudley Dursley was lying flat out on the opposite pavement, also in the blackness of unconscious.
In London, in the Ministry of Magic Minister, Fudge, was doing his annual inspection of the Department of Accidental Magic, when all of a sudden loud alarms started blaring in the office.
"WHAT IS THAT?" shouted Fudge over the noise.
"Someone's doing accidental magic, Sir. Powerful magic!" replied an Auror who was on duty there, after he had turned the infernal alarm off.
"Where?" asked an overly curious Minister.
"Privet Drive, surrey, Sir." answered the Auror. "Although there is no record of a witch or wizard living there! Must be a Muggleborn!"
The Minister's stomach dropped when the Auror had spoken, as he was the one of a few that knew which wizard lived there. "Yes, yes must be," he managed to get out. "If the Potter Kid was this powerful he could easily overthrow me when he's older...I'll just have to make sure he's incapable of it."The Minister thought. "Right, Auror Riker, grab your partner and let's go. I want to see who could've done this." He stated, and then they all grabbed the Portkey to take them to Privet Drive.
When they arrived they were all shocked at what they saw, and the Minister was in the belief that someone who could cause this much damage should not be on the streets. Spotting the Potter kid, he walked over, passing the Muggle police as he went, who were dealing with Dudleys. Not yet having saw Harry.
"Is he alive?" asked Auror Stevens, she was Auror Riker partner. "And who is he?"
"He's alive and he's...to powerful too left on the streets. Lets go, we're taking him to Azkaban." commanded Fudge, making a quick decision.
"WHAT!!! He's only three or four, you can't send a child to that place!" stated an outraged Stevens, with Riker right behind her in that belief.
"He's five and I can and am. You are both under oaths to do as I say, and I'm commanding you to do this and not tell anyone. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir." the Aurors said, cursing the oaths they had taken when they joined the Ministry.
"Good, now we're going to take this portkey to my office, where I shall stay with the boy while you two get the portkey to get to Azkaban." said a self satisfied Fudge
When they got to the Minister's office, the two Aurors left to get the Portkey.
"I can't believe we are doing this!" fumed Riker.
"How can he do this to a child it's...it's evil, it's in humane!" said an equally fumed Stevens.
"Unfortunately, we can't go against him, if we do we'll both die." said a now frustrated Riker, the oaths were very serious.
"True. Hopefully the kid's powerful enough to survive the Dementors." stated Stevens, knowing that it was unlikely but hoping none the less, then making a quick decision, she grabbed Riker's arm and took a detour, grabbing a standard trunk from a store cupboard along the way.
"What are we doing?" asked Riker.
"We're giving the kid the best ammunition he can have!" she replied, walking into the Ministry's library and copying hundreds of books with a wave of her wand and filling the trunk with the copies.
"Knowledge." she grinned at her partner, and shrunk the trunk. Grinning with her, Riker led the way to get the portkey.
The two Aurors, Harry, and the Minister, arrived at Azkaban, trudging up, they sped through security. The Minister using the power of the oaths to get past the guards.
"Where are you putting him?" asked Stevens, carrying Harry and only now realising who he is after seeing the scar.
"High security cell." answered Fudge.
"There's no room." stated Riker.
"Then we'll put him with someone, I don't care he's going to one."
They all arrived at the high security cells, opening one, Riker led Stevens into the cell, watching the prisoner, who was watching them from the darkened corner. Riker wondered who that was. Stevens laid Harry down whispering "Sorry" into his ear and placing the shrunken trunk next to him before the Minister could see it. The trunk was charmed to enlarge in two hours. The Minister walked out with the Aurors following, obliviating the guards as he went, and Riker and Stevens' fears were about to be realised as, as soon as they had returned to the Minister's office he obliviated them as well before sending them off.
At Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, Professor Dumbledore had called an emergency meeting of the old Order of the Phoenix in his office.
"I was called to the scene of a very powerful explosion that had taken place at the residence of Harry Potter," started Dumbledore, but at this declaration Remus Lupin's head snapped up at the mention of his dead best friend's son.
"Is Harry ok, Albus?" he asked.
Dumbledore bowed his head, feeling his age catch up with him. "The Dursleys were blown up, except their son, who was thrown clear and has now been put in to Muggle foster care. There was no sign of Harry. It is my fear that he was completely decimated when he destroyed number four Privet Drive. I'm sorry but I see no way he could've survived that."
It was then that Harry Potter was declared dead. Had they looked at the registry for witches and wizards that is automatically updated when a magical person is born or dead, they would have seen that Harry Potter's name was clearly in the living section.
Back at Azkaban, Sirius Black was looking at the child that was brought in to his cell a few minutes earlier.
"How could they send a child here!" he thought bitterly, as he looked, most people were insane by their second week, but Sirius was innocent and that wasn't a happy thought so the Dementors couldn't take it. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to keep him sane. Crawling over to the kid, he rolled him over into the light and when he saw his face Sirius fell over in shock; staring at him was what he thought for a brief second was a very young James Potter. When his brain caught up with him the realisation of who the kid was him hit him like a rampaging hippogriff.
"Oh my God! Harry!!!" he croaked.
