Well..hello this is my first hp fic.well.that I have posted.
Disclamer - I don't own anything but a bag of stale peanuts and will, my
ponyboy, and you cant have him. Everything but the plot belongs to Jk
Rowling. Cept I think that's not how you spell her name. Oh well. Don't
sue, its not worth it. The story is rated pg-13 cuz I think it may have
slash in it later. Well.that's a lie. it will have slash in it later I just
haven't gotten there yet. I may raise the rating if I get the energy to
write a good smut scene but dont expect it. Hopes you like. Leave me feed
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Harry tipped his head back against the cold, stone wall of his cell. He had been in Azkaban for 10 long years. Harry sighed, his mind drifting back to the summer after his 7th year at Hogwarts. Sirius had been cleared of all charges during the year, so Harry had moved in with him, instead of moving back to the Durslys. About half way through the summer Sirius and Harry had a very large fight in front of the 3 Broomsticks in Hogsmead, over what Harry was going to do now that he was out of school. Sirius wanted him to be an auror, or work for the ministry, but Harry wanted to join a Quidditch team. "I only want what's best for you!" Sirius had yelled.
"You're not my father!" Harry yelled back. "Stop pretending to be!" It had been the wrong thing to say. Sirius deflated as if he had been pricked with a pin.
He whispered, "Yeah, I know, and its all my fault." Sirius took a step back, then turned and disaperated. Harry fumed, **who does he think he is?** Harry thought to himself, **trying to be my father.** Harry then has flown back to their home. He fell in to his bed and in to a fitful sleep. Sirius hadn't returned that night, or the next day, or even the next week. About a week after Sirius had disappeared, two wizard police had shown up at his door.
"Are you Harry Potter?" One had asked. Harry had nodded yes.
"Harry Potter," the second one started, "You are being charged with the murder of Sirius Black. You have the right to remain silent. Everything you do or say can and will be used against you in court or law. Do not draw your wand or we will be forced to take forceful and immediate action." Harry looked shocked. Murder? Him? What where they thinking? How could they think that he would kill his own godfather?
Harry sighed and stood up. He walked over to the small lone window. It looked over the ocean.
Once the policemen and arrested him, the rest of the time was a blur. Hermione agreed to be his attorney, and said that she would work her hardest to win, but all the evidence pointed against him. On the actual day of the trial, all of his school friend and most of his teachers had turned out for the trial. *** Hermione tried her hardest, but there wasn't enough evidence for them to win. The Prosecution had several witnesses from the fight at the 3 Broomsticks, they had the fact that Harry had no alibi for where he was that night, that he could still hate Sirius for his parents death, but what really sealed the deal was Harry's wand. They did a spell to show the last spell on the wand to recreate the last spell that was done on it. A wispy scene flowed out of the wand. It was shown for the wand holder's point of view. Sirius stormed up, with an upset look on his face. He started to say something. The wand was held up and something was whispered. A green wisp shot out of the wand and hit Sirius in the chest. He seized up and fell over. The mist dissipated, leaving stunned looks on almost everyone's faces. The rest of the trial flew by, Harry remembered very little. Harry had been convicted of the murder and shipped off to Azkaban the very same day.
Harry sighed again and gazed out his little window. A black silhouette flew by. Harry frowned, birds didn't usually get this close to the prison. It circled back and landed on the window sill. Harry jumped back, a startled look on his face. The bird hopped down and landed on the bed. The bird slow started to grow, changing shape as it got bigger. Where the bird had landed, now sat a boy.well a man really. He had shoulder length white- blonde hair, and piercing gray eyes. Harry racked his brain trying to remember who this mysterious blonde was. He knew that he knew this person form somewhere. The blonde shook his head, clearing the hair from his eyes.
"Well, long time no see, Potter." The blonde drawled. "What? No hug?" Harry suddenly remembered who this tall blond was.
"D-Draco?"
Harry tipped his head back against the cold, stone wall of his cell. He had been in Azkaban for 10 long years. Harry sighed, his mind drifting back to the summer after his 7th year at Hogwarts. Sirius had been cleared of all charges during the year, so Harry had moved in with him, instead of moving back to the Durslys. About half way through the summer Sirius and Harry had a very large fight in front of the 3 Broomsticks in Hogsmead, over what Harry was going to do now that he was out of school. Sirius wanted him to be an auror, or work for the ministry, but Harry wanted to join a Quidditch team. "I only want what's best for you!" Sirius had yelled.
"You're not my father!" Harry yelled back. "Stop pretending to be!" It had been the wrong thing to say. Sirius deflated as if he had been pricked with a pin.
He whispered, "Yeah, I know, and its all my fault." Sirius took a step back, then turned and disaperated. Harry fumed, **who does he think he is?** Harry thought to himself, **trying to be my father.** Harry then has flown back to their home. He fell in to his bed and in to a fitful sleep. Sirius hadn't returned that night, or the next day, or even the next week. About a week after Sirius had disappeared, two wizard police had shown up at his door.
"Are you Harry Potter?" One had asked. Harry had nodded yes.
"Harry Potter," the second one started, "You are being charged with the murder of Sirius Black. You have the right to remain silent. Everything you do or say can and will be used against you in court or law. Do not draw your wand or we will be forced to take forceful and immediate action." Harry looked shocked. Murder? Him? What where they thinking? How could they think that he would kill his own godfather?
Harry sighed and stood up. He walked over to the small lone window. It looked over the ocean.
Once the policemen and arrested him, the rest of the time was a blur. Hermione agreed to be his attorney, and said that she would work her hardest to win, but all the evidence pointed against him. On the actual day of the trial, all of his school friend and most of his teachers had turned out for the trial. *** Hermione tried her hardest, but there wasn't enough evidence for them to win. The Prosecution had several witnesses from the fight at the 3 Broomsticks, they had the fact that Harry had no alibi for where he was that night, that he could still hate Sirius for his parents death, but what really sealed the deal was Harry's wand. They did a spell to show the last spell on the wand to recreate the last spell that was done on it. A wispy scene flowed out of the wand. It was shown for the wand holder's point of view. Sirius stormed up, with an upset look on his face. He started to say something. The wand was held up and something was whispered. A green wisp shot out of the wand and hit Sirius in the chest. He seized up and fell over. The mist dissipated, leaving stunned looks on almost everyone's faces. The rest of the trial flew by, Harry remembered very little. Harry had been convicted of the murder and shipped off to Azkaban the very same day.
Harry sighed again and gazed out his little window. A black silhouette flew by. Harry frowned, birds didn't usually get this close to the prison. It circled back and landed on the window sill. Harry jumped back, a startled look on his face. The bird hopped down and landed on the bed. The bird slow started to grow, changing shape as it got bigger. Where the bird had landed, now sat a boy.well a man really. He had shoulder length white- blonde hair, and piercing gray eyes. Harry racked his brain trying to remember who this mysterious blonde was. He knew that he knew this person form somewhere. The blonde shook his head, clearing the hair from his eyes.
"Well, long time no see, Potter." The blonde drawled. "What? No hug?" Harry suddenly remembered who this tall blond was.
"D-Draco?"