Chapter One- This Is Only The Beginning
Myari sat in the boat eyes glaring at the island that was steadily growing closer. This wasn't right, they shouldn't be heading here. They should be heading to a guarded hotel room, not Azkaban. Myari and her mother were going to check on Harry's mental stability, if he was stable they would proceed to the trial, if not... Myari didn't want to think about what would happen now that she truly knew where Harry was being held.
Everyone in their group had been assured that Harry was being held in a hotel room that was guarded around the clock by Auror's with the only visitors being allowed to see him were Lucius and Mind healer Krystan. Very little information about Harry and his case had been spoken of for months.
It was only a few days ago that Myari had even learned that Harry's trial had a possible date set, all that was needed to finalize the date was if Harry was mentally competent to stand trial. Once Myari had heard that it her mother was the one to assess Harry, she had made it her mission to get her mother to agree to take her along. She would be everyone's eyes and ears to see how Harry was.
It had taken almost a full day and night for Myari to convince her mother to allow her to accompany her, and two full days to get the Auror's to agree.
As Azkaban continued to grow closer, Myari felt anger well up in her. They had been lied to. Harry wasn't safe, he wasn't being taken care of! She damn well knew that Draco didn't know about this, hell would have been raised if he did.
"Calm yourself." Myari's mother said, reminding Myari of her promise to her mother. To get her mother to allow her to accompany her, Myari had promised to not allow the situation, what was said, or done to affect her. Myari closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.
"What happened to the hotel room?" Myari asked.
"That wasn't a lie, not in the beginning." Krystan told her calmly. "He had been in a hotel room, for the first week. It was after they had me come in to try to get him out of his mind, seeing as he had trapped himself in his mind once more. It was then that his magic started to lash out. They became frightened of him and his powers, it was decided that he was too dangerous. They brought someone other than me in to trap him back in his mind once more (causing his mind more damage, and forcing his mind farther back than most could reach) and moved him here."
They had reached the island. Myari shivered as three Dementors floated over to them. She couldn't stop from glaring at them. Ever since her second year of Hogwarts she had gained quite a disliking for the Dementors that quickly changed to hate when it was pointed out how much trouble they had gave Harry through out that year.
"And you've been trying to bring him back out of his mind?" Myari asked as she began to follow her mother, who appeared to know her way around Azkaban pretty darn well, while making sure to avoid touching the Dementors that called this rock home.
"With the help of Severus, I was able to finally reach him and bring him back just last week. Which is the only reason we've been able to even get a potential court date." Myari saw her mother glare at a group of dementors that were hovering around a cell. "I just hope nothing has forced Harry back into his mind."
"Why?" Myari asked as they began to climb some stairs.
"Lucius has it on good authority that this court date is our only chance to prove Harry's innocent. Should I have to declare Harry not fit for court, they will stop all visitations and never reschedule his court date." Krystan informed her, causing Myari to stop walking and stare at her mother's retreating back in shock.
"They can't do that!" Myari cried before running up the steps to catch up with her mother.
"They can, and they have with many prisoners here. Sirius is proof of that himself." Krystan told her with a sigh.
"But Harry is innocent!" Myari said.
"So was Sirius." Krystan pointed out, Myari's mind raced.
"But-but he's a minor!" Myari said.
"And it is only because of that one fact that Lucius was able to even get us this court date." Krystan informed her softly.
"Why?" Myari asked softly as they stopped in front of a cell that had, what appeared to be, over 10 dementors surrounding it.
"I told you, they fear him. He is powerful, more powerful than Dumbledore, and he is smart enough to be able to think for himself. To them, that is a dangerous combination because it means that they won't be able to control him." Krystan had taken Myari by the hand and had pushed their way through the group of Dementors and into the dark and freezing cell.
At first, Myari had thought that they had entered an empty cell (would Harry be joining them soon?) until her eyes landed on a small, dark bundle that was in the corner, farthest away from the Dementors. As her eyes adjusted to the dark cell, Myari was able to tell that the dark bundle was a person with dark hair huddled into a ball. The person's hair was long enough to cover them completely.
This wasn't Harry. This couldn't be Harry. This weak and completely broken person couldn't possibly be Harry. Harry was strong, sure he'd bend but he would never break! Harry could handle everything thrown at him! Harry was strong and smart enough to over come anything.
Myari shook her head and took a step back, tears in her eyes as she watched her mother move some of the hair from the person's face. That was not Harry's face she was now looking at. Those dead eyes weren't Harry's. She was seeing things! Myari closed her eyes recalling the Harry she was used to in her mind.
Bright green eyes that were always evaluating and calculating everything they looked at. Eyes that would burn with either passion or anger. A warm smile that alerted everyone that even though the task a head of them seemed impossible, that as long has he was there then they would get through it. A small body that held such power inside it, along with a kind and caring heart.
However, within seconds, those bright eyes were replaced by the dead eyes of the person in front of her. Myari dropped to her knees. This couldn't be happening. The image of Harry that she had grown accustomed to had shattered.
~Don't Forget The Person I Once Was~
Haiden paced his and Ron's shared room in the Order's Headquarter that was Sirius's home. Him and the Weasley family had been staying there with Sirius since their summer vacation started. Myari's letter that he had received that morning was laying open on his desk. He didn't know how to deal with the news she had told him. He wanted to storm down the stairs, find Severus and demand answers, but simultaneously he was afraid to know the answers.
"Does-" Hermione's quiet voice called out, causing Haiden to pause in his pacing to look at the young woman who was curled up on his bed with Loki and Crookshanks, "does Draco know?"
"I don't think so, we would have heard the commotion he would have caused." Haiden told her with a sigh while running his hands through his hair. It was silent as both Haiden and Hermione tried to figure out what to say about the situation. The door opened and Haiden looked over to see an annoyed looking Ron who opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Hermione.
"If you're here to try and shit talk Harry again, you can just turn around and leave right now." Hermione hissed at him earning a glare from Ron.
"You do realize that this is my room as well, so I have the right to kick you out of it." Ron hissed at her.
"Try it and see what happens." Hermione growled as she released her magic the way Harry used to, causing her hair to start to float upwards.
"You're not allowed to use magic." Ron told her with a smirk and Hermione dropped the cats on the bed as she shot to her feet. Faster than Haiden could stop her, Hermione bolted across the room to Ron and got in his face.
"I don't need magic to take your scrawny arse down." Hermione hissed at him before Haiden gently grabbed her by the shoulders and moved her away from Ron enough to slip between Ron and her.
"What is it, Ron?" Haiden asked.
"Remus want to see you two." Ron told him before pushing his way past the two of them and into the room. Hermione glared at Ron before taking hold of Haiden's hand and lead him out of the room and down the stairs. Once they got to the ground floor, they quietly snuck past the covered portrait in hopes to not disturb the owner. Neither one of them were in the mood to listen to Walburga Black's screams and yells at the moment.
They entered the kitchen to find a very tense atmosphere. Mrs. Weasley was quietly cooking, looking as if she were on the verge of either crying or snapping completely. And Haiden didn't blame her. First she is told that Harry was taken into custody and then not even an hour later, after Fred passed out from the stress, is told that not only are her twin son's gay but Fred is pregnant, and all in one day. Mrs. Weasley had spent this whole time both worried about Harry and all that he was going through and if and when his trial would be announced while also fretting over Fred while trying to get either him or George (who hadn't left Fred's side and was being overly protective of said twin) to tell her who the father of the baby was while also worrying about how to calculate another mouth to feed on an already tight budget.
Sirius was sitting at the table holding an empty cup staring at it as if it held all the answers to the universe. Haiden knew that Sirius knew how bad Azkaban was, having been forced to live there for about 13 years, and to know that a kid of 14 was now forced to live there as well... Haiden didn't even liked to think about it, and he didn't know first hand how bad it was, so he was pretty sure Sirius was trying (and most likely failing) to not think about Harry being in Azkaban.
Mad-Eye Moody, the real Mad-Eye Moody, was leaning against the wall next to the fireplace. His magical eye was zooming all around the room. He had not quite recovered from his kidnapping. Haiden remembered the yelling match (mostly one sided on Moody's part) between Moody and Dumbledore on Dumbledore not realizing sooner that the 'Moody' teaching had been an impostor and not believing Harry sooner whether there was proof or not. Moody was a strong advocate of checking out any claim of someone being an impostor, whether it was true or not.
Remus was standing next to the fireplace, his worry for Harry barely concealed. His arms here crossed, his golden eyes unfocused, and his leg was bouncing. The bouncing leg had been a constant thing ever since Harry had been carried away. The second he noticed both Hermione and Haiden standing just inside the kitchen, he smiled a tight smile at them. Haiden was the first to break the silence of the kitchen.
"Is he getting a trial?"
~Don't Forget The Person I Once Was~
Luna was curled up in the corner of her bedroom, knees pulled up to her chest, tears falling from her eyes as she stared, unseeingly, out in front of her. What had she done? This wasn't the way things were supposed to go. She had been lied to. Why had she believed that man's lies? Why had she trusted that man? How had he lied to her without her knowing? Why hadn't she sensed his lies?
Luna let out a sob and held her knees closer to her. She would have never helped the man had she known that this would have been the outcome. The man had promised her that if she helped him then everything would end up fine, that all of them would be together and happy. And all she had to do was make sure that Harry stayed on a certain path, that all his choices led him down a certain path.
Luna buried her head in her knees and cried harder than she had been. She knew that she owed this man her life. That this man had saved her life when she had gotten deathly ill after her mother past. So she allowed herself to trust him. She befriended Myari on his orders. She sought out Harry and got close to him on the man's orders. She weaved herself so tight into Harry's life that she was almost (if not as) important to Harry as Draco, his soul mate, was, on that man's orders.
Luna dug her nails the flesh of her legs, not caring about the pain it caused. She was Harry's best friend. She cared about what happened to him. And yet she allowed herself to manipulate him on that man's orders. She helped that man. And in turn that man made sure that everything that happened to Harry this year happened. He was the reason Harry was framed for murder!
A shadow fell over Luna and she flinched before slowly lifting her head up to see the man standing over her. She didn't know what he looked like to everyone else, but to her he was a living shadow with pure white wings. She watched him kneel down so that he wasn't towering over her. She flinched when his warm and soft fingers brushed away her tears. It always shocked Luna how warm he was. From the fact that his soul was nothing but a shadow, she always expected him to feel cold.
"I apologize that things have to go this way." The man told her, his voice familiar and soothing. Luna wanted to throw herself into his arms and let him take away all her pain, like a father would a scared child.
"Why? Why did it have to be this way? You promised me all of us would be together and happy." Luna asked him, her voice barely over a whisper. The man was quiet for a long moment before he answered.
"This road of ours is long, there are still more hard ships to come. I need you to stay strong, if not for yours and Harry's sake then for Myari's sake, she is going to need you. I did not lie to you, once everyone has done their part then everyone will be together and happy." The man promised her before kissing the top of her head transferring images and thoughts of what must be done next. Luna blinked and the man was gone. She was alone in her room once more.
Luna took a few minutes to calm herself down before uncurling her body and standing up. If she was going to make sure that they all got their happy ending, then she had better get started on everything she needed to do.
Without a backwards glance, Luna left her room determined to make sure her and all of her friends got their happy endings.
~Don't Forget The Person I Once Was~
Draco stood across from his father, eyes hard and determined, he was a man on a mission and nothing would stop him from fulfilling it. "What do you expect me to say to something like that? No? Yes? About damn time?" His father asked him, his eyes just as hard and nearly unreadable.
"I'm not expecting you to say anything, this is not up for discussion." Draco growled out.
"Then why tell me and not Severus or even Remus?" Lucius asked.
"It is only courteous, after all I expect you to be there when it happens." Draco informed his father and saw his father's lip twitch upward for a second before he brought his mask back down.
"Are you so sure that this will even happen?" Lucius asked, his voice as hard as his eyes.
"Because it will. I'll be making sure it happens." Draco told him. Lucius sighed and shook his head.
"Draco, my son, this is something that you cannot force to happen. If it is meant to happen then it will happen. You need to be patient." Lucius told Draco causing him to laugh humorlessly.
"That's rich, coming from you, father, after everything I've heard about you." The two of them became locked in a stare down for a minute before Draco's pupils became diamond shaped, a sign that his half woken beast had risen to the forefront of his mind causing Lucius to look away. "Why are you trying to talk me out of this? Do you not like Harry? Do you not want this to happen?"
"I'm not trying to talk you out of anything Draco, I just wish to make sure that you are prepared. This is not something to just decide about lightly." Lucius told him.
"I understand father, I didn't decide this lightly, I have thought about this since I realized how deep my feeling for Harry ran. I cannot live without him." Draco said, dropping his mask and allowing his father to see how deeply he felt for Harry. There was a heavy pause between them as Lucius read him before destroyed by Lucius smiling warmly at Draco.
"All right then, well, if you are going to do this, then you are going to do this right. You must as Severus for Harry's hand in marriage." Lucius told Draco who nodded.
"I was already planning to do so." Draco told him.
"Good." Lucius nodded before shifting in his chair. "Right, I did not summon you to my office for you to tell me of your plan to propose to Harry." Lucius paused to watch Draco for a few seconds. "Harry's trial date has been decided: August 12th."
"I'll be going to this trial." Draco told his father, his voice alerting that there would be no discussion, before he turned and left the room.