Title: Odd Ideas and Plot Bunnies

Author: TardisIsTheOnlyWaytoTravel

What's this all about?

I get fanfiction ideas. Lots of them. Some of them are terrific, but often only a tiny fraction of them gets written, barely enough to make enough a chapter at times. But they're worth sharing, if only to give others inspiration. So here there are, each idea with its own chapter. You're welcome to borrow. Just give me credit for inspiration in your fic, that's all I ask.

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Plot Bunny:

Harry was thrown is Azkaban. Now he's out, and the world wants his help. That's a pity. Because the only thing that Harry is planning to do is make sure that they regret betraying him – Marauder-style. And the one person who stood by him, Ginny Weasley, is going to help him as much as she can.

Humorous, maybe parody? Harry/Ginny.

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flashback

Harry stared dully at them all. He had been Silenced for trying to speak his innocence some time back. Now he sat in the dock, as the cold, hard truth sank into his bones, as he saw the cold faces looking back at him. Faintly he could hear Fudge triumphantly announcing a guilty verdict, but he was barely aware of it; all he knew was that his friends, the people he considered family, had turned against him, condemned him, without giving him any chance to prove his innocence.

He hadn't killed Colin. He hadn't. He didn't even know what had happened, no one had told him. He'd been seized by the Ministry and thrown in a holding cell, and when he was dragged in chains to the courtroom instead of helping him, as he had expected, everyone he knew and loved had stared at him stonily. One by one they got up and betrayed him, even Ron and Hermione testifying against him. Ron and Hermione, the two people he cared most for in the world. Something inside him broke, and was quickly consumed by an all-pervading coldness that spread outwards from the centre of his soul. Now, as he was dragged away, the green eyes lifted, looking dead and lifeless in the narrow face.

For one, fleeting moment, Harry's eyes met Snape's; the latter's held some indefinable gleam that sparked something before all emotions died once more. The Potions professor suppressed the urge to shudder as the piercing, otherworldly eyes looked at him dully.

'I shall never trust again,' the boy mouthed. An instant later the moment was broken as the boy was hustled from the room.

But Snape was haunted by those green eyes, and the despairing understanding he had seen.

end flashback

Harry glared at them all.

"What, and so now you just expect me all to forgive you?"

The shuffling that took place among the assembled confirmed his words.

"We really are sorry, Harry," Mr Weasley ventured. Harry ignored him.

"You send me to Azkaban," he demanded, "for one year, two weeks, and thirteen days, where I was forced to relive all my worst memories, all alone, starving, haunted by the fact that everyone I loved and trusted had turned on me, and now you expect me to forgive you just because you're sorry?"

"Precisely, Potter," Snape smirked. Several people glared at him, but Snape just sneered at them. He was enjoying this.

Harry snorted, and looked around at the hopeful, uncomfortable or guilty faces.

"Not fucking likely."

Harry stormed off to have a long-needed shower, while behind him everyone reflected that their little meeting had not gone well.

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Harry strolled out of his bedroom toweling his hair, marveling at the softness of his robes as they swished around him. They'd given him robes in several colors, but Harry had obstinately chosen black. It felt so odd to be clean, and dressed in normal clothing. He had been so filthy, his robes little more than rags. He had been in the shower for more than two hours, scouring his skin and scrubbing his hair. Layers of dirt and grime had slowly been washed away with the soap and the blissfully hot water, while after ruthless combing and being drenched in soap and shampoo, Harry's hair had finally resumed a tolerable state.

His skin was awfully pale now, and stretched tight over his thin frame. Looking in the mirror, Harry had catalogued all the changes in his appearance. His face was rather pinched and bony now, having lost all the fat reserves normally present in the faces of young people. Harry doubted he'd ever get them back. He didn't mind, really. With better health he'd no doubt be quite striking, with his brilliant green eyes dominating his thin, angular face, and the jet-black hair lying in unruly waves.

Now, as he walked into his main room, these thoughts were abruptly cut short by the sight of the young sitting on his couch. A true smile appeared as he greeted the one person who had stood by him.

"Ginny!"

Ginny smiled delightedly at the sight of her friend looking better than he had in months. She stood up and gave him a hug that he returned awkwardly, before pulling him down onto the couch beside her. He sank back with a sigh and closed his eyes. His energy and stamina were quite low, and he was going to be on nutrient and strength-restoration potions for quite some time. All the scrubbing he had done in the shower had tired him out.

"I suppose they're all discussing me and my alarming attitude right now?" he asked, smirking slightly.

Ginny snorted.

"Yep. The idiots all thought you'd just forgive them. Mum's cried buckets already. They're all going on about how you've been affected by the Dementors and how you need to let go and forgive them so that 'your hated won't consume you.' It was kind of amusing, actually."

Harry sighed.

"Typical."

"What are you going to do now?" Ginny asked curiously.

A slow, rather Slytherin smile spread over Harry's face and he opened his eyes slightly so that the green could glint at her.

"Well," he said brightly, "first I'm going to go get new stuff seeing as how it was all destroyed, including a new wand. After that? Revenge, of course, my dear Gin."

At her interested look, he elaborated slightly.

"The Marauders shall return to Hogwarts."

At the delighted, if somewhat evil expression that spread over her face, Harry began to explain his plan.