Title: A Different Sort of Betrayal
Author: HeirtotheMarauders93
Story Summary: Harry Potter, wrongly imprisoned for murdering Bill Weasley and Rubeus Hagrid, is thrown into Azkaban to rot after his sham of a trial. Nearly five years later, evidence from a certain captured rat releases Harry from Azkaban. Will he forgive those that betrayed him, or will he turn to the man he once sworn to defeat.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter series.
Chapter 1:It began a cold December morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Harry Potter's fifth year. Harry Potter had woken from his warm and rather comfortable four-poster bed and yawned, stretching his tightened muscles. He leaned back into the comforts of his pillows, but could not go back to sleep. He had another dream of the looming dark corridor and another failure at going through the door at the end. Harry processed the corridor, it seemed strangely familiar, but he could not exactly pin point where he had seen it before. Shrugging nonchalantly, Harry quietly snuck out of his bed, not waking his best friend, Ron Weasley, and headed down to the commons where a house-elf was lighting the fireplace with a snap of its fingers. It must be early in the morning if a house-elf is just now lighting the fireplace, Harry mused. Harry took a closer look at the house-elf and noticed the odd uniform of clothing it was wearing. It also seemed to be wearing several wooly bladders around its long, pointed ears. Harry smiled to himself and said clearly,
"Good morning, Dobby." Dobby jumped, for he appeared quite busy at the fireplace, and he turned around and squeaked excitedly,
"Harry Potter, sir." Harry felt the wind knocked out of his lungs and the excited house-elf lunged at him and hugged him tightly around the middle of his waist. "Dobby hopes that he didn't wake Harry Potter up sir." Dobby said, looking up from Harry's waist. Harry, trying to catch his breath, motioned for Dobby to unclench him so that he could talk better. Dobby let go, smiling sheepishly,
"Dobby apologizes sir. It's just that Dobby is not having many friends besides Harry Potter and Harry Potter's friends, sir." Harry cocked his head to the side and asked,
"Why not, Dobby?" Dobby shrugged, as though he did not care, and said,
"The other house-elfs thinks that Dobby is making a bad name for all house-elfs worldwide, sir, because he is accepting pay for his work and is wearing clothes." Harry frowned at his elf friend and said,
"Well, don't worry about them, Dobby. If they can't accept you for who you are, they are just missing out a potentially great friend." Tears sprung to Dobby's already watery tennis-ball sized green eyes and he flung himself at Harry again before stepping back and saying,
"Thank you Harry Potter sir, but Dobby is needing back in the Kitchens to prepare breakfast. Will Dobby be seeing Harry Potter around anytime soon?" Harry grinned and said,
"Count on it." With a loud crack, Dobby disappeared and Harry sat in one of the more comfortable squashy armchairs around the fireplace. And thinking about corridors and locked doors, Harry nodded off in his own world.
When Harry had woken up about three hours later, he found the common room just as empty as it was when he had first arrived there. Wondering where everyone else was, Harry stood walked up the boys staircase and entered their dormitory to find it empty. This is weird, Harry thought to himself as he went to his trunk and pulled out the Marauder's Map.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Harry said, tapping the Map with the tip of his wand. He waited as lines drew themselves around the Map and formed into Hogwarts. Harry searched the Great Hall, thinking that was where Ron would be and found a dot labeled Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger sitting together at the end of a table where only fourteen people sat together, Dumbledore and the other teachers, including Bill Weasley who had taken the Defense Against the Dark Arts position after Dolores Umbridge had been sent back to the Ministry after nearly being trampled by a set of fireworks the Weasley twins, Fred and George, had set upon her, at the other end of the table and a few of the other students sat in the middle. Of course, it's the Holidays, how could I have forgotten? Harry thought to himself.
Harry slipped out of his night clothing and pulled on the traditional Hogwarts robes with the Gryffindor crest on it. He tidied himself up a bit in the restroom and grinned at himself in the mirror and ran down the stairs two at a time, pocketing the Map at the same time. He burst out of the portrait hole and ran where halfway he met Bill and Hagrid putting up Christmas decorations.
"Hi Hagrid, Bill." Harry said stopping in front of them. Hagrid grinned down at him while Bill shook Harry's hand formally. "Need any help?"
"As a matter of fact," Bill started before he keeled over and landed face first on the hard floor, obviously Stunned. Hagrid turned around, hearing the commotion, turned around to find a glassy eyed Harry pointing his wand at his heart.
"Jus' wha' you think yer doin' Harry?" The giant asked angrily, assessing the situation. Harry had obviously Stunned Bill and was about to finish him off before he turned and caught him.
"What my master wills me to do." Harry said in a monotonous voice. He continued to hold his wand pointed at Hagrid's chest. Hagrid started forward at a speed that would have surprised many because of his enormous size.
"Avada Kedavra." Harry said coldly, feeling something inside him rip in half. The green light enveloped the giant and he fell, his dead eyes no longer seeing. His mind protested, but to no avail, he pointed his wand upon the fallen Weasley. "Ennervate." Bill slowly stirred and reached for his wand only to have his head kicked to the ground by someone's foot. "Expelliarmus." Bill's wand flew to Harry's hands and he tossed it carelessly aside as he cast the Cruciatus Curse on Bill. He heard footsteps and the voice of his best friends and took the Curse off of Bill.
"Ron, help." Bill croaked as loud as he could. The footsteps hurried and Hermione and Ron rounded the corner, running fast as they could. They looked flabbergasted as Harry stood over Bill, who was slowly trying to crawl away from him.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron asked slowly and uncertainly. A mad sort of grin and a strange glint appeared in Harry's face as he looked from Ron to his brother. He raised he wand and pointed it at Bill's weak form and said in a cold voice,
"Avada Kedavra." The green light seemed to take millennia to hit Bill who tried desperately to move out of the deathly green light. WHACK. Ron's fist connected with Harry's jaw, and Harry stumbled backwards. He raised his wand and pointed it at Ron's chest; Ron froze.
"You wouldn't." Ron whispered, fear in his eyes. Hermione, meanwhile, had run to get Dumbledore. Harry grinned, maniacal, and said,
"Try me, Weasley. I've noticed how you've hated being my shadow. Hated my fame and wealth. Hated who I was because you are a nobody. You should be thanking me, Weasley. For one less brother whose shadow you have to stand in to be noticed by your mummy." Harry said the last word tauntingly, and it worked, for Ron jumped at Harry again, intending to hit him.
"Crucio." Rom collapsed on the ground screaming just as someone shouted,
"Expulso." The silver jet of light hit Harry in the chest, and he was blasted backwards into the wall behind him. The last thought he had before he slipped out of consciousness was, what have I done. And the last thing he noticed was a rat with a silver paw scurrying around the corner.
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Harry woke bound to a chair in an extremely bright interrogating room. He first thought was, Wormtail. He tried to break the bindings on the chair, but was rewarded with an alarm going off and several Aurors bursting into the room with their wands raised. He stopped trying to get out and waited for one of the Aurors to speak. A tall, black Auror that Harry knew was Kingsley Shacklebolt stepped forward with seemed to be disappointment in his eyes said,
"Harry James Potter. You are hereby arrested for the murder of Rubeus Hagrid and Bill Weasley and three counts of the Use of the Unforgivable Curses on a Human Being. You will be detained in Azkaban until your formal hearing on January 1st. Anything you say can will be used during your interrogation. You have the option of not saying anything until your hearing, but all actions will be noted carefully and will be examined thoroughly. Do you have anything to say for yourself? Any questions?" Kingsley met Harry's eyes and shook his head a quarter of an inch. Harry shook his head and the chair binding him released him. He stood shakily and one of the Aurors said,
"Incarcerous. Sorry kid, Ministry regulations. Stupefy." Kingsley turned to the Auror and said,
"That wasn't necessary, Dawlish." Dawlish shrugged and said,
"I'm not here to give the kid a pat on the back for murdering someone, Kingsley."
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Harry awoke for the second time that day in a damp, cold cell on a twin-sized bed with yellowing sheets. There were bars on the window and dirt and filth caked the sides of the walls. There was a hole that Harry assumed was the restroom and a bucket full of clean, fresh water and a ladle to scoop it out with. Azkaban isn't as bad as they say it is, Harry thought and he picked up a tray of food that appeared on the floor. He sat back on his bed just as a Dementor glided by. Never mind, Harry thought as his mother's screams rang in his ears. It was short-lived however as the Dementor just glided on without stopping. Harry ate his food, which turned out to be overcooked army rations. He lay back on his bed and began to think. Where was everyone? Will anyone be visiting? Ron must hate me now. Someone has to capture Pettigrew. What does Sirius think of me now? Surely he knows it has to be a set up. I can't believe Hagrid and Bill are really gone. This is all my fault. Harry continued this way of thinking until he dozed off on the musty sheets, wondering how his trial would turn out.
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The trial, it turned out, was a total sham. Harry was Silenced and was not permitted to talk during the duration of the trial. The evidence was presented and that was that. Harry was sentenced three life sentences in Azkaban, as he was too young to be given the Dementor's Kiss. After the trial, he was given visitation for thirty minutes and that was it. Dumbledore was the first to come, and he expressed his disappointment in Harry. Remus was next, and the look on his face told Harry he could not believe what he had done. He told him that Sirius and himself were extremely disappointed in him and that he deserved to rot in Azkaban and later in Hell. Remus told him that Sirius said he did not deserve to be Lily and James's son and they were probably turning in their graves right now. He then said that he wished Harry was not born because then, at least, Lily and James would have lived. Harry could do nothing but silently cry, as they had not released the Silencing Spell on him. Last were Ron and Hermione. Ron had a look of fury in his eyes as he slowly turned at him. Hermione, too, was looking at Harry furiously. Ron punched Harry and told him that he wished he had never met him and that after all his family had done for him this was how he pay them back. Hermione slapped Harry too and said that she knew that he would join Voldemort and that he would rot in Hell for what he had done.
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Author's Note: Well here it is, my first fanfic. Please be sure to Review and tell me what you think so far. Thank you.