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Summary: After the death of his school mate, Cedric Diggory, Harry Potter returns to the Dursleys home in Surrey, England to suffer another summer under their guardianship. Returning to the Dursleys home after a late night out, he discovers that they have been brutally murdered and that he is being accused of murder. With no trial, he is sentenced to life in Azkaban. After being released from Azkaban after two and a half years in prison after being found innocent, he discovers that, as he has come of age, he is able to inherit his full inheritance and is the richest man in the wizarding world while also gaining the knowledge that he is of noble birth and has multiple titles. After forming an alliance with the Goblins, he discovers that Dumbledore is controlling the government and has been attempting to control him his entire life. Harry decides to return to school under the disguise of Harry Potter, the orphan, normal citizen, and slightly rebellious teen, while secretly working towards ending the dictatorship that Dumbledore is running.
Dedication: This story is dedicated to my brother, who inspired this story.
Previously:
As the train slowed to a stop at the station, the students slowly stepped out of the train with all of their belongings. Saying his final good- byes to his friends, while receiving a noticeably warmer good-bye from Hermione than Ron, Harry moved through the barrier of 9 3/4 into the Muggle London train station.
Unbeknownst to Harry, the summer would not be the same as every other summer for the Boy-Who-Lived. His life would change for the better, but first it had to change for the worst.
There is Only Power: Chapter Two
Harry's/ General Point of View
Moving towards the parking lot, located directly outside of the train station, Harry knew that his summer was going to be anything but pleasant. He could just image that his relatives behavior towards him would not have changed, but instead would get worse instead of better, and that he would find himself imprisoned in his own "home" by both the Order of the Phoenix and his relatives.
Walking past a family happily embracing near the front doors, made his thoughts more concrete as it would be extremely different to the cold greeting that he imagined awaited him. He then spotted the large black SUV that the Dursleys owned, partially so that Dudley could ride in the car and partially to show off their wealth.
Vernon was sitting in the front seat, not even bothering to get out of the car to greet his only nephew, looking for all the world like he would rather be anywhere but in the parking lot. On Harry's approach, Vernon did not even bother to pop the trunk of the car nor help his nephew with his heavy burden.
After placing his belongings in the trunk, he opened the door to the back seat and slid in, closing the door hurriedly after he was totally in.
Not bothering to see if he was buckled in, Vernon started the car with a grunt and sped his way out of the parking lot and onto the road which would lead them to the Dursley's home in Surrey the quickest.
Overall, the ride from the train station to the Dursley's home was silent, except for the mutterings coming from Vernon about what he had to go through for the "freak" or how his reputation must be suffering at this very moment. All Harry did was put practice to use, and watched the scenery go by, effectively ignoring his relative.
A minuscule part of Harry was slightly hurt that Vernon did not ask him about how his year went, but the larger part of him knew that Vernon did not care what so ever. After all, as far as his Uncle was concerned, whatever happened to Harry was what he disserved. In any case, he could probably care less that his nephew had almost died a handful of times this year alone or that he was on the verge of extreme depression.
When there was approximately fifteen minutes left of the ride to Surrey, a steady rain fall descended on the roads; this however did not hinder Vernon's driving, only making him increase his speed in order to make it home even faster. By the time they arrived at Number Four Privet Drive, it was nearly impossible to see outside because of the heavy downpour.
Pulling into the garage, Vernon got out of the car as soon as possible, leaving Harry to get his possessions out of the back of the car, into the house, and up the flight of stairs by himself. This, however, was how it always was and Harry did not expect any help from his family.
Getting out of the car and dragging his trunk out of the back with as little grace as possible, while gently handling Hedwig's cage in order to not disturb her; Harry made his way into the house. Passing by the family room to see the Dursleys in front of the television having dinner together, he moved up the flight of stairs into his dismally decorated room.
Dropping his trunk on the floor against the wall and placing Hedwig's cage on top of the dresser, he opened the window and let Hedwig out of the cage. She quickly got out of her cage and flew out the window for a much needed hunt. Harry on the other hand, tiredly moved over to his bed, which was covered with second hand blankets and converters (most of which were ripped), and laid down.
Harry was not sure how long he just laid on his bed, looking at the ceiling, replaying the recent year's events. He was not sure, either, when those thoughts turned into nightmares as he drifted into sleep.
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Thirty-nine days. That was how long he had been away from Hogwarts. That was how long he had been stuck in his relatives' house, being treated like a servant.
His summer routine had been established long before the first month was out; if anything, it had been established within the week.
He woke up at 4:45 in the morning and was dressed and ready for his run by five. He then ran from five till 6 or so, showered, dressed, and made the Dursley's their breakfast. He then stayed in his room until it was time to make lunch, then stayed in his room some more or cleaned until it was time to make dinner. After cleaning up after their relatives, who proceeded to watch endless amounts of television after dinner, he escaped from the house with running shoes on to run once again or wonder for a few hours.
In a way, the overall routine was a form of comfort, that there could be something normal in his life. In particular, the runs were a way of releasing all of his pent up frustration, anger, and sadness. It was his escape from the world that he lived in, from the abuse of his relatives and the overbearing protection of the Order.
Representatives for the Order of the Phoenix had been stationed near his house. They probably thought that he had no idea that they were there, but he was well aware.
Originally when he set out on his runs, they would follow him, to probably make sure that he did not do anything stupid. Now, however, they do not even bother to get out of the house that the person who was on "babysitting" him at the present moment occupied. It seemed it was too much trouble and nothing ever happened on the runs anyways so he could not really blame them. Harry even started to doubt that someone was stationed there anymore; they might even been using the time to catch up on their sleep.
As the first month went by, the suspicion that the person who was babysitting him no longer even occupied the home was solidified when he decided to sneak into the home.
Once he was successfully in the house, he found it to be completely disserted, without any trace that someone had been their within the last day.
Though he was overjoyed that he was no longer being spied on, most likely because everyone saw it as pointless and not because Dumbledore decided that he want to stop being a noisy git, it was how my entire situation began.
It was mid-July when it happened. I was out at night, doing my normal wonderings around the neighborhood. I ended up staying latter than I thought in a park that's about a fifteen minute walk from Number Four Privet Drive. By the time that I bothered to look at my watch, it was 12:58.
When I got back to the house at 1:13, I realized that something was wrong. The front door was an ajar and as I moved into the house and into the family room, I discovered the beaten and blooded bodies of my relatives strew across the floor. Rushing over to them to see if any of them were still alive, the extent of their injuries became more apparent.
Dudley and Vernon were beaten more than Petunia, from an observational standpoint. Dudley was lying face down on the floor with his arms twisted in odd angles, a few broken bones and joints, multiple cuts, and what would most likely have been bruises across his body. Vernon had the same array of injuries which seemed to be of a meticulous and profession kind. Petunia was tied to a chair, a piece of clothe tied around her mouth to prevent any screams for help. Her knee caps were shattered, her hair cut to her scalp and dried blood on her scalp and from the position of her clothing on the lower part of her body, more had happened to her than could be seen. All three bodies showed no injuries that could be considered terminal, such as a gunshot wound or deep cuts that would cause severe enough blood loss for them all to have died in such a short amount of time.
It almost seemed as if they were meticulously tortured for the sake of appearances and for the torturer's own pleasure, not for the sake of gaining information. In addition, it seemed that what caused his relatives death was something magical, not Muggle.
The theory was solidified, as Harry rolled Dudley over onto his back to discover Harry's wand laying were Dudley's body used to be. Picking up his wand, he examined it in order to attempt to discover if it was real or a duplicate of his own.
This was how the Aurors discovered him, holding his wand, in the living room of his relatives' home who he publically dislikes, and covered in their blood.
Questions were not asked. He was grabbed from behind and magically shackled. His wand was scanned, in order to see recent spells used, and the last three curses used was the Killing Curse.
He struggled against the bindings, he attempted to explain himself, he attempted to clear his name; it was all in vain.
The Aurors did not listen, they did not care. Neither did the judges on the panel at his trial with the Wizengamot.They did not give him veritaserum, they did not let him talk, they did not allow him a lawyer, they did not allow anyone to represent him at all; even though Hermione and "John Jay" also known as Sirius Black in disguise, petitioned dozens of times, or so he was informed.
The trial was not fair, it was not even close. The trial lasted an hour. Enough time for the Aurors to present the evidence, enough time to say what I am charged with and my sentence. I am charged with three counts of first degree murder, three counts of use of an Unforgiveable Curse, three counts of torture, one count of rape, and one count of underage wizardry.
My sentence? Life in Azkaban Prison, in seclusion, no visitors allowed unless cleared by the Ministry. And it begins today.
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Hello everyone, I am terribly sorry that it took me ages to update I just have been really busy and pretty much forgot about updating. I will try to not let it happen again. Just a quick fun fact, as well, John Jay was a lawyer as well as the first Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court. Anyways, thank you all who reviewed the first chapter and please review. Hopefully you enjoyed it.
