Yay! Chapter two, rock on!
Meanwhile, at the Court Room in Diagon Alley :

'But - I didn't - it wasn't us!' the fifteen year old cried. Hi companion, looking just as horrified, chimed in
with, 'Why don't you believe us?'
'Because the evidence points to you two.' The judge was icy in his statement of guilt. 'Take
them to Azkaban.'
'Hey, that isn't legal!' the first one yelled over the shoulder of the guard who was dragging him
away, 'We're minors, even if we did do it - which we didn't - you can't lock us in Azkaban!'
'Yes, we can,' the judge replied, 'The Minister made an exception for you two. The murder of
Percy Weasley has been a terrible blow for the wizarding community as a whole. Now get them out of
my sight,' he snapped at the guards.
And that was how Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy came to be escorted out of the freezing
courtroom and into Azkaban. As they were leaving, the judge had added, 'oh, and by the way, ten years
in Azkaban is equal to one month over here. It's cheaper.' Harry hoped they died quickly.

When the french got there (Hogwarts) the atmosphere was subdued, and to Ehl's delight,
Draco Malfoy was in Azkaban! She almost squealed in a most preppish way, but she managed to stop
herself just in time.

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Azkaban : Harry's journal.
17th December. 1995
Azkaban is worse than I thought it would be. I'm trapped in a cell with Draco
Malfoy, I'm constantly hearing my mmmother screaming, and I'm attacked by the Dursley's.
My only refuge is this journal I found lying around. Someone name Alexis Lestrange wrote
one sane entry about how he would kill the Potters, before he went insane and just
scribbled.
Malfoy doesn't seem to be doing very well. He keeps going on about his father, and
asking him to please not hurt him. Anyway, he's screaming a bit too loud for my tastes, so
I'd better go see to him.
By the way. I didn't kill Percy Weasley.

24th December 1996
I discovered that the markings carved in the stone - for example, the calendar,
which I have restarted, the will, the protestations of his innocence - are just normal, boring
markings, but one is a snake, and it is bumped on the outside, like someone pressed it out
from the inside of the stone. Tomorrow I will investigate. I cannot now; Malfoy is upset
again.
By the way. I didn't kill Percey Weasley.

5th January 1998
I have discovered that the snake, if you push it hard enough, is actually the
entrance to an underground chamber. I haven't actually explored it yet, because Malfoy has
been too unstable; but tomorrow, or as soon as possible, we will investigate. After all, if
there is something dangerous down there, I don't want to face it on my own. Anyway, I
could offer Draco as a sacrifice and get the hell out of there. The poor kid'd be better off
dead, I reckon, seeings as he's so bad now, he'll be dead within a year at most. Christ, what
shit did his dad do to him? I find myself sympathizing with him. It is most absurd. But
then, I am of the opinion that, given half the chance and a different family, Draco could
actually be a nice kid. I wonder how the French Exchange is going? Who's looking after
Charlotte? It would be good for Ron; he and his 'pal don't talk at all.
Ah, there's Draco. By the way, I didn't kill Percy Weasley.

17th March. 2000
Well, Harry had finally gotten Draco into better shape, although it had taken five years (Harry
so hadn't expected him to last that long), and they were due to start the exploration of the Snake Cave.
Over the starving years, Harry had managed to perfect the art of wandless light. He now practised this
art, and, making sure Draco was there by 'giving' Draco some light and pushing him in front, they made
their way down the cold, grey steps with the moisture making it perilous, and the moss on the walls.
Presently they came to a medium sized cavern, which, for some reason, had odd runes carved in strange
patterns on the walls. Then there was a flash of English.
It read : Only Parseltongue may be spoken from here on in. No. 10 : Never piss off anyone
who can talk to snakes. Be ware or be square. i believe that will hold some significance in the '80's.
Harry and Draco, who being sufficiently away from the Dementors to be able to think, was also
rather puzzled.
Do you speak Parseltongue? Harry asked. After all, anything was possible.
Yeah, of course. Father told me it was because we are descended from Slytherin.
Ah. Well, good, Harry said. They continued.

Eventually, they came to a large cavern, which looked to be set up as though for people to live
in. The door was in the middle of a wall, with a kitchen in the far right corner, a bathroom in the far left,
a bedroom in the close right, and a study in the close left. In the middle was a mini entertainment center.
Sitting on a couch watching TV, obviously waiting for them, were two men, in red and green
respectively, and two women, in blue and yellow.
Are they imitating the founders? Harry hissed at Draco, who shrugged.
'Welcome, Blood of the Four. We will introduce ourselves to you in due course; but for now,
could you please come this way?' He walked over to a carving of the Hogwarts logo which was on the
left wall. Harry and Draco looked at each other, shrugged, and followed him. After a few minutes they
got there, and placed a hand each on the carving. Then all went dark . . .