AN: So here it is, the first chapter of the rewrite. I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J. K Rowling


Chapter 1


Swarms of people, Ministry workers and civilians alike, rushed away from Harry across the dull grey floor, as he was escorted by a squad of aurors through the Ministry of Magic. His wrists constantly rubbing against the metal handcuffs, causing the skin on his wrists to cut open as he blankly stared ahead, not paying any heed to the angry, shocked muttering that came from those who watched on.

He internally smirked as he eyes captured the hate fueled stares that he was receiving from the vast majority of those present. Some even had the guts to voice their thoughts, sending all sorts of vitriol flying towards him. Without a warning, Harry pushed his magic out, which hit everyone like a wave of dread, immediately shutting them up, much to his amusement. Further increasing his amusement, the metal handcuffs that had been around his wrists also fizzled out due to his magic.

A tip of a wand roughly poked into the back of his neck while a pair of hands grabbed both of his hands tightly around his back, "Do not do that again! You hear me?" said one of the aurors.

"Lads put the magical restraints on. I do not care what Head Auror Black said, we should have put them on as soon as we took him out of Azkaban."

Once the magical restraints were on, the wand that was roughly poked at the back of his neck went away and the auror that was in charge of his transportation harshly said, "I repeat, do not do that again!"

Harry didn't dignify him with a response and instead just smirked and tilted his head. The frustrated auror, whose name was Jackson, merely scowled before he pushed him forward and continued to quickly and roughly escort him to his cell.

On the orders of the Minister of Magic, Amelia Bones, they had taken him out of his high security cell in the dull gloomy pits of Azkaban, and were in charge of securing him into a cell in the lower levels of the ministry, for his upcoming trial in a week's time. Nobody was particularly pleased with this as they wanted him to suffer as much as he could in Azkaban before they pushed him through the veil but Amelia had always remained firm on her stance on following procedure which ultimately outlawed those who spoke against it.

As he was escorted through the ministry, there was much confusion on how he had kept up his appearances. The small inconvenience that was Azkaban would not stop him from looking his best. The infamous messy Potter hair was somehow tamed and tied in a ponytail while his clean face was in a harsh juxtaposition with the prisoner robes he donned. Furthermore, there wasn't a single crease on them. Harry James Potter didn't look like a man who was soon to be sentenced to death.

That was because he wasn't Harry James Potter, son of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. No. His real name was Antares Sirius Black, Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. His father was Sirius Black. The reason he looked like the son of James and Lily Potter was all thanks to the ring that he wore around his pinky finger. It was a simple black band that held a semi-permanent glamour charm that hid his real appearance.

Only a select few people knew who he really was and they were Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledore, and a few others. His ex-girlfriend who he had not seen for over three years, Daphne Greengrass, also knew. Their relationship ended abruptly after she found out that he had become a Death Eater.

From what he heard over the years, she spent most of her time prosecuting Death Eaters where she had managed to become quite successful while her parents, the Lord and Lady Greengrass, alongside her sister and brother, went to France just when the war had started to kick off, to stay away from the conflict. So far, she had been ruthless against all the death eaters she went against, pushing for the harshest punishment available

He was the only high priority DE left. The original plan had been to appeal to Daphne before he was caught and somehow persuade her to help him to get a reduced sentence. But he knew that if he went down that line, not only would that make matters worse for himself, he would also be hurting Daphne more than he ever wanted to.

Harry, in his musing, hadn't realised that they had reached their location until he was roughly pushed into the cell that he had been assigned to and forced down onto his knees. The aurors said nothing as they removed the magical restraints before hurrying out of the cell as soon as the job was done, not wanting to get any closer to the criminal than was necessary. Harry lightly massaged his wrists where the magical restraints had been digging into him, as he looked around the boring, unwelcoming, dull grey cell.

That's when he heard a small cough behind him. He immediately turned around, and his eyes widened as he saw a stupefy fly towards him from the auror named Jackson.

The man had a bone to pick with the soon-to-be-dead person. Because of Harry, Jackson had been demoted from Head Auror due to his incapability of stopping Death Eater raids. Harry was also, in his eyes, responsible for the death of his wife, who had been killed in one of those said raids.

And right now he wanted to send a message to Harry. A message to Voldemort's Right Hand Man. The pain and loss he had suffered was unmeasurable. So when Jackson made sure that there were no more aurors in the vicinity, he sent a stunner to the criminal before reentering the cell. Once the cell entrance was closed, he sent a reviving spell at the stunned man, waking him up instantly.

When he saw that Harry was awake and was making his way to stand up, he took immediate advantage by kicking the man with as much force as he could across the face. However his anger quickly turned to horror, as his attempted attack failed. Harry hadn't risen Lord Voldemort's ranks that quick for nothing. So in a blink of an eye Harry was standing up and caught the aurors leg in mid air.

Jackson tried to somehow get Harry to release his foot but his attempts were in vain as Harry's grip was too strong.

"Look at you, taking advantage of someone who had no means of defence. Isn't that something that Death Eaters do and what Aurors go against?"

The furious look that Harry received from the man was priceless. Jackson wanted nothing more than to wipe that infuriating smirk off his face, but before he could act on and do anything, Harry let go of his leg, grabbed him from the scruff of his neck before he slung the auror across the cell and into the rough stone walls that surrounded them. Harry smirked when he heard the groaning and whimpering that came from the heap on the ground.

"Get out" whispered Harry into Jackson's ear as he knelt down beside him. Jackson didn't need to be told twice, as he got up as quick as his injured back would let him, and painfully limped out of the cell. His left foot literally scraped along the stone floor as he went.

"Don't forget to lock the cell door," said Harry, his mouth curved upwards in a mocking smile as Jackson made to turn away after the cell door was shut.

The auror quickly turned back, wincing as another stab of pain rippled through his spine, but tried to play it off, not wanting to give any sort of sign that he was in pain or that he indeed had embarrassingly forgotten to lock the cell.

Harry snorted at this, clearly realising what he had tried to do. Jackson flushed a deep red before his expression turned back to anger.

"I can't wait to be the one that drags you to the veil Potter! You piece of…." The injured auror lost the words in his throat when Harry raised his eyebrows challengingly.

"You were saying" prompted Harry, his voice devoid of all emotion.

Jackson chose not to reply and instead limped away, whilst muttering all sorts of things under his breath.

One day later

Time was going desperately slow for Harry. Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. His body was stiff due to the unrest he was in mentally and physically. Since his first day in his cell in Azkaban, he had barely gotten any sleep.

Azkaban oozed dread, chaos, and guilt. Despite the dementors having been destroyed by the Ministry due the liability that they were. These dark creatures had been part of the prison for so long that they had become a part of it. The black brick walls were covered with residual magic of the Dementers. So, while they no longer haunted the minds of those that found themselves within the walls of Azkaban, they still had an unpleasant effect one way or another.

The cold walls felt rough against his stiff back, while his knees were brought up to his chest. He had been sitting like this for the past few hours, not moving a single muscle. However, despite still suffering from the Azkaban side effects, he much preferred the cell he was currently in. It was much warmer, and the food was better.

After he was born, he was immediately taken to the Potters under a glamour charm, and after a minor memory charm placed on those that mattered, he was known and believed to be the oldest son of James and Lily Potter. And now, here he was awaiting trial, which would no doubt be the biggest death eater trial ever while his birth mother led the proceedings.

'Only a few more days,' he thought.

And then his misery would be over. He always knew that despite the ingenious plan that had been engineered by Sirius Black, Mad-Eye Moody, and Albus Dumbledore, who were all dead except for Sirius, he could end up dead. Sirius knew he was innocent but himself and his father knew that there was little they could do. And as he sat in his cold gloomy cell, he knew it was only a matter of time.


Sirius Black wanted nothing more than the ground below him to swallow him up as he rushed through the halls of Potter Manor, desperately trying to reach the closest bathroom his drunken mind could find.

The Potter Family were holding another party in celebration of the death of Voldemort and to a new beginning. All sorts of people were in attendance including various muggleborns, ministry workers, Hogwarts students and more. Whichever direction you chose to look at, smiling faces could be seen and it was intoxicating. Well except for Sirius.

Nobody noticed the bags under his eyes, or the lack of his cheerful behaviour. And while he wore immaculate clothes, his hair was a mess and his beard was unkempt.

Sirius groaned as opened the bathroom door and rushed towards the toilet seat as the door slammed shut behind him. He felt his stomach churn as vomit sprayed out of his mouth and into the bowels below him again and again.

"Ugh," came the noise out of Sirius's mouth as he moved to get up after a few moments went by.

Finding his balance, he got up and flushed the toilet. Then, he slowly walked towards the sink where he proceeded to collect water in his cupped hands and splashed it all over his face, multiple times. The cold water provided a soothing effect that he relished.

Guilt. That is what he felt as he looked at himself in the mirror. Guilt. He was the reason his son was going to die and he felt sick to his stomach due to the shame and guilt. He felt like vomiting again the longer as he stared at his reflection, but his stomach was drained empty.

Drying his wet face and hands, he made himself look representable, before he left the bathroom. He turned around and made his way back towards the direction he had come from whilst forcing himself to drink a pepperup potion to counter the alcohol.

As he looked around he couldn't help but agree with himself that it was time for him to leave the Manor. He had lived here for the majority of his life and had created many wonderful memories, but he needed a new start, preferably in a new country.

If someone had told his younger self that he would grow to dislike the redness of potter manor, he would have called them barking mad. But it was true. Wherever you looked, the colour red could be seen. And it was starting to grind on his nerves. It reminded him too much of blood, and he had seen enough of that for a hundred lifetimes never mind one.

Sooner rather than later, he arrived back to the ballroom where everyone was acting the same way they did before he had left. A good chunk of those in attendance were congregating around the Potter Family which consisted of Lord James Potter, Lady Lily Potter, and their 2 children Alexander and Rose Potter. Even from where he was standing, he could tell that most of the guests were mainly there to see Alexander, the Dark Lord's Vanquisher. And from the look that was on Alexander's face, he was barely tolerating them.

And that's when he saw her. The person that was expected to swiftly and smoothly get his son, Antares, thrown through the Veil of Death. She was standing there elegantly talking with those around her, with a charming smile on her face. Her honey blonde hair was flowing freely down her neck and shoulders and the violent dress that she wore clung to her in all the right places. Her blue eyes popped out in her attire.

After saying something that caused those around her to chuckle, she excused herself and confidently walked towards the refreshment table, shooting small smiles to those who gave her a polite nod of acknowledgement.

As Sirius watched the woman cross the ballroom, an idea came into his head. An idea that could change everything. And if it worked, it would shock magical Britain to its core but more importantly, could see his son free. So without further ado, he swiftly walked in the direction of the person that could change everything.

"Daphne," greeted Sirius as he stood next to her and grabbed a glass of red wine in front of her.

Being raised as a pureblood, Daphne showed no outward expression at Sirius's arrival but instead continued to look at the various drinks available before deciding on an apple martini.

"Sirius," she replied back with a nod of acknowledgment. While they had conversed very little through the years, everyone who was part of the order were on a first name basis.

"How are you doing this evening?" asked Sirius as he took a sip of his wine. The taste however did not register due to the fact he was focused on getting to the point of why he was here.

Daphne fortunately seemed to realise that. "I am well, but how about you get to the point of why you are here. This would save us from wasting our time in useless small talk," she ended with a slight smirk.

However despite the small upturn of the sides of her lips, her eyes remained as cold and sharp as ever. Sirius immediately grasped on the fact she already knew why he made his way over to her.

Sirius immediately gave her nod, but instead of speaking to her immediately, he offered her his arm before escorting her to the quiet area of the room, not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation they were about to have.

"You are going to be the one persecuting my son's trial, aren't you?" started Sirius bluntly.

"I have been offered to do so, and everyone is expecting me to take it but I haven't formally agreed to do it," Daphne replied back with her face devoid of all emotions.

"And why is that?" trying to keep the hope out of his voice.

"You know full and well why!" she replied back sharply. "You knew about my relationship with Antares and my previous feelings about him! I am conflicted and I do not know what to do because I don't want to regret my choices again!

I knew there was something going on with him during our time at Hogwarts, but he never told me anything about it when I asked. And then I made the mistake of not hearing him out when he gave me the chance to do so!" Daphne said as her passive mask broke, and her eyes filled with unshed tears.

Sirius looked sympathetically towards Daphne, and offered her a tissue, which she gratefully accepted.

"I would like to meet you for breakfast at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning at the Leaky Cauldron, if that is alright with you?" he proposed as Daphne finished sorting herself out. "You have questions and I have the answers to them."

Unless everything Daphne just did was an act, which he didn't believe to be the case, it showed that the conflicted, distraught girl in front of him, still deeply cared about Antares. This was what he was looking for, as the plan that he had formulated just a few moments ago relied critically on that. And right now, if Daphne accepted his request, his plan could very well work.

Sirius wasn't deterred by Daphne's ice blue eyes which were currently locked onto his, searching for any hint of deception. She eventually relented, and her eyes showed a hint of warmth in them.

"I accept."


Author's Note


I would first like to give a thank you to good friend's of mine Wish_ and Idefix for beta reading this. The input and that they provide is always appreciated!

Now moving on. For those who have read the original, I hope you have all noticed the improvement in my grammar and writing. I've been working on my writing and have also released a few other fanfictions through the months. These other works can be found on my profile page.

As for this story, the main plot will remain the same except for a few changes here and there. And just to clear a few things up, all the Marauders are alive and Peter Pettigrew never betrayed anyone. Instead, the Potters were attacked in Godric's Hollow a few moments before the Fidelius charm was cast. Moreover, Voldemort returns during the year when the Triwizard Tournament takes place, which happens when Harry/Antares is in his 7th year while Alexander is in his 4th. In addition to this, there will also be no update schedule. So you will have to follow to get notified when a new chapter has been posted.

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