Title: Wrongful Imprisonment
Rating: R
Pairing(s): mention of H/D
Warning(s): angst, slash, violence, language, some blood
Summary: Harry is sent to Azkaban for casting an unforgivable on Voldemort, and for allegedly killing Hermione. He is also a vampire and is forced to live off the blood of rats. After a brief talk with a sympathetic guard he is freed by Kane, the Minister of Magic from America. Can Harry regain what he lost all those years ago? Can he, as well as everyone else, learn to forgive and/or forget?
Harry Potter peered through his shaggy, filthy, bangs at the guard standing outside his cell. It has been three years, two months, and fourteen days since he had accepted a strangers offer to turn him into a vampire in hopes that his heightened power would allow him to defeat Voldemort. His hopes and prayers were answered when he cast the avada kedavra on the dark wizard, successfully killing him for good, but his victory was short lived.
The Minister of Magic himself appeared at the Weasley's the very next day, to announce that Harry was under arrest for the casting of an Unforgivable as well as charging him with the death of his best friend Hermione, who had actually died in battle with one of Voldemorts Death Eaters.
After Minister Fudge smugly announced his alleged killing of Hermione, the entire house was in an uproar. Harry sat there stunned as the entire family shouted at the Minister. They never believed that he could do something like that to his friend. The Minister replied that there was substantial proof that he was in fact guilty.
Harry couldn't believe his ears. He knew he had nothing to do with Hermione's death, but when the Weasley's heard the Minister claim he had proof, they turned on him like vultures, completely forgetting the fact that they never once believed the minister and never once thought the man was any good.
The Minister and several Auror's dragged him away as Harry screamed and fought, claiming that he didn't kill Hermione. No one believed him. Not even his godfather and Lupin, who were the only ones that knew he was a vampire. Apparently they thought Harry had sucked Hermione dry. The only one he could remember that DID believe him was Draco Malfoy.
Draco's father had been killed shortly after he killed Hermione, and Draco had taken it in stride. He and Harry had dropped all their childhood rivalries a few months before after Draco found Harry trying to kill himself, and had become closer than one could imagine. They both had similar problems: they both knew how it felt to lose a loved one, they both knew what the crucatus felt like, and they both were affected by Voldemort in more than one way, so they found it easy to get along.
"Some family the others were, not even believing me.." Harry muttered darkly to himself. "I would never kill anyone, not even for blood." Running his sharp nailed fingers through his matted hair, Harry let out a low sigh. "Why doesn't anyone except Draco believe me?"
The guard standing by the bars shifted nervously as Harry continued muttering to himself. The Minister had probably told him who the Harry was, as well as what he thought he was capable of. The minister still had yet to find out that Harry was a blood leech. Harry chuckled to himself as he imagined himself jumping at the bars snarling, baring his fangs at the man.
For the past three years he had lived off the blood of rats. There were plenty to go around, so he was never in any danger of running out. Not unless they brought in the exterminators. Harry snorted. Like that would ever happen.
"Boy! Look up here!" Harry tilted his head backwards and the Minister's face came into view. Harry curled his lip slightly. "Not gone crazy yet? Pity. Too bad the dementors are gone, they could do the job."
"They don't affect me at all oh high and mighty majesty. Not a bit." Harry said through gritted teeth. The Minister glared at him. "In fact, they stopped affecting me ages ago, so.." Harry stuck his tongue out at Fudge and made a farting noise.
"You might not have lost your mind yet boy, but you sure didn't grow up!" Harry smirked.
"I've always been grown up Fudge. More so than you. In fact, while I was casting that last curse at Voldemort, you were cowering behind Dumbledore with a scared look on your face." Fudge growled in annoyance.
"And while I was arriving at the battle you were blowing Miss Granger to bits and pieces." Harry snarled and launched himself at the bars, just like in his earlier daydream. "SHE DIED IN A BATTLE WITH LUCIUS MALFOY AND YOU KNOW IT!!" Harry swiped at the Minister and his nails slashed through his robes as the man jumped back. The guard watched them nervously.
"You killed her Potter!" Harry howled and tried to swipe at the man again as he laughed. "Hurts to know the truth doesn't it boy?" Harry shook with rage and stalked to the back of the cell. He sat in a corner and hugged his knees to his chest, refusing to break into tears with Fudge standing there. Now, more then ever, he wished that Draco was with him.
"I didn't kill her, I loved her like a sister. Malfoy killed her.Malfoy did it.." The minister sneered and stalked away. "I didn't do it.." As soon as the hateful man left, Harry allowed the tears to flow down his face. "I didn't..couldn't.."
"Hey, kid." Harry looked up with a tear stained face at the guard. He was crouching by the bars and holding out a bandanna of some sort. "Here, don't cry." Harry crawled towards the bars and took the bandanna. He huddled up by the bars and wiped at his eyes. "Keep it."
"Thanks." The man nodded and sat with his back to the wall beside the bars. Harry sniffled and wiped his eyes again.
"No problem. He's lying, isn't he?" Harry nodded glumly. "Why?"
"He wanted to be the one to stop Voldemort. At first, he didn't believe me or Dumbledore when we said He was alive. Countless numbers of people died because Fudge was too arrogant to accept the facts. When he finally did, he was too scared to face him and kill him like he wanted to. I ended up doing the job for him by using the avada kedavra. That's why he sent me here, and he blamed me for.killing.Hermione.." Harry broke into fresh tears as he sobbed.
"Hey, it's okay. I believe you. Don't cry. Fudge is a terrible man but don't let him get to you like that." Harry wiped his eyes again and turned to the guard.
"You really believe me? Not even my best friend did.." Thinking about Ron made Harry clench the bandanna in anger. "He just handed me over, him and his family, like I was a filthy murderer. They didn't believe me..even my godfather didn't believe me..." The guard watched Harry nervously.
"I'm sorry, but I DO believe you. Just take it easy." The muscles in Harry's arms relaxed and he dropped the bandanna with a defeated sigh. "Calm down okay?" Harry nodded and apologized for scaring the man. "It's okay. How long are you here for?"
"Dunno. Fudge never said. I'll prolly be here for eternity." Harry buried his head in his arms. "I'll never be free..." Harry stiffened as the guard gently touched his shoulder. It was the first time Harry had contact with anyone in three years.
"He cant keep you in here that long. It's not just." Harry sighed.
"I'll be in here as long as he's Minister. He won't let me out." Harry felt the guard squeeze his shoulder. "He didn't even give me a trial." The hand on his shoulder tightened.
"Do the other ministers know this?" Harry looked up in confusion. "Fudge is the Minister in this country. There are others for every country, and they usually have to agree on who is sent here and who isn't. They send prisoners from their lands here as well."
"I doubt he even told them.." Harry growled. The hand disappeared and the guard stood.
"They will be notified of this. It is downright illegal to send someone here without a trial. And a child no less! Don't give me that look, you're only what? Sixteen?" Harry nodded. "Okay, so not a child, but a teenager. Fudge will get sacked for this I bet..." Harry brightened. "I'll owl them when it's time for my break."
"Thank you." The guard nodded and squatted back down. "I hope they send HIM here..." Harry commented with a dreamy look. "He'd deserve it." Harry, forgetting that he wasn't in a dark corner where no one could see him, yawned. His fangs flashed in the dim light and the guard scrambled back.
"Y-y-you're a..." Harry looked confused for about two seconds before his eyes widened and he clasped a hand over his mouth.
"Whoops." The guard trembled. "Wait, don't be scared of me. I wont hurt you! I haven't yet, have I?" The guard seemed to relax and he crawled back to his previous spot by Harry. "I should've told you, I'm sorry."
"Is that how you defeated Him? With your.vampiric powers?"
"No, although they gave me certain advantages. It did make my avada kedavra more powerful." The guard nodded and stood back up.
"It's almost time for my shift to end here. I'll owl the other ministers when I get home." Harry nodded and retreated into a corner. "How do you survive? Without human blood I mean."
"Rats."
"And do they.you know, work?" Harry shrugged and leaned his head against the wall.
"I still want human blood, but rats are enough to make the thirst only a little uncomfortable."
"Then I will mention that to the ministers. Maybe that would make them go faster." Harry grunted and closed his eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow, my replacement is here."
"Okay."
TBC
Rating: R
Pairing(s): mention of H/D
Warning(s): angst, slash, violence, language, some blood
Summary: Harry is sent to Azkaban for casting an unforgivable on Voldemort, and for allegedly killing Hermione. He is also a vampire and is forced to live off the blood of rats. After a brief talk with a sympathetic guard he is freed by Kane, the Minister of Magic from America. Can Harry regain what he lost all those years ago? Can he, as well as everyone else, learn to forgive and/or forget?
Harry Potter peered through his shaggy, filthy, bangs at the guard standing outside his cell. It has been three years, two months, and fourteen days since he had accepted a strangers offer to turn him into a vampire in hopes that his heightened power would allow him to defeat Voldemort. His hopes and prayers were answered when he cast the avada kedavra on the dark wizard, successfully killing him for good, but his victory was short lived.
The Minister of Magic himself appeared at the Weasley's the very next day, to announce that Harry was under arrest for the casting of an Unforgivable as well as charging him with the death of his best friend Hermione, who had actually died in battle with one of Voldemorts Death Eaters.
After Minister Fudge smugly announced his alleged killing of Hermione, the entire house was in an uproar. Harry sat there stunned as the entire family shouted at the Minister. They never believed that he could do something like that to his friend. The Minister replied that there was substantial proof that he was in fact guilty.
Harry couldn't believe his ears. He knew he had nothing to do with Hermione's death, but when the Weasley's heard the Minister claim he had proof, they turned on him like vultures, completely forgetting the fact that they never once believed the minister and never once thought the man was any good.
The Minister and several Auror's dragged him away as Harry screamed and fought, claiming that he didn't kill Hermione. No one believed him. Not even his godfather and Lupin, who were the only ones that knew he was a vampire. Apparently they thought Harry had sucked Hermione dry. The only one he could remember that DID believe him was Draco Malfoy.
Draco's father had been killed shortly after he killed Hermione, and Draco had taken it in stride. He and Harry had dropped all their childhood rivalries a few months before after Draco found Harry trying to kill himself, and had become closer than one could imagine. They both had similar problems: they both knew how it felt to lose a loved one, they both knew what the crucatus felt like, and they both were affected by Voldemort in more than one way, so they found it easy to get along.
"Some family the others were, not even believing me.." Harry muttered darkly to himself. "I would never kill anyone, not even for blood." Running his sharp nailed fingers through his matted hair, Harry let out a low sigh. "Why doesn't anyone except Draco believe me?"
The guard standing by the bars shifted nervously as Harry continued muttering to himself. The Minister had probably told him who the Harry was, as well as what he thought he was capable of. The minister still had yet to find out that Harry was a blood leech. Harry chuckled to himself as he imagined himself jumping at the bars snarling, baring his fangs at the man.
For the past three years he had lived off the blood of rats. There were plenty to go around, so he was never in any danger of running out. Not unless they brought in the exterminators. Harry snorted. Like that would ever happen.
"Boy! Look up here!" Harry tilted his head backwards and the Minister's face came into view. Harry curled his lip slightly. "Not gone crazy yet? Pity. Too bad the dementors are gone, they could do the job."
"They don't affect me at all oh high and mighty majesty. Not a bit." Harry said through gritted teeth. The Minister glared at him. "In fact, they stopped affecting me ages ago, so.." Harry stuck his tongue out at Fudge and made a farting noise.
"You might not have lost your mind yet boy, but you sure didn't grow up!" Harry smirked.
"I've always been grown up Fudge. More so than you. In fact, while I was casting that last curse at Voldemort, you were cowering behind Dumbledore with a scared look on your face." Fudge growled in annoyance.
"And while I was arriving at the battle you were blowing Miss Granger to bits and pieces." Harry snarled and launched himself at the bars, just like in his earlier daydream. "SHE DIED IN A BATTLE WITH LUCIUS MALFOY AND YOU KNOW IT!!" Harry swiped at the Minister and his nails slashed through his robes as the man jumped back. The guard watched them nervously.
"You killed her Potter!" Harry howled and tried to swipe at the man again as he laughed. "Hurts to know the truth doesn't it boy?" Harry shook with rage and stalked to the back of the cell. He sat in a corner and hugged his knees to his chest, refusing to break into tears with Fudge standing there. Now, more then ever, he wished that Draco was with him.
"I didn't kill her, I loved her like a sister. Malfoy killed her.Malfoy did it.." The minister sneered and stalked away. "I didn't do it.." As soon as the hateful man left, Harry allowed the tears to flow down his face. "I didn't..couldn't.."
"Hey, kid." Harry looked up with a tear stained face at the guard. He was crouching by the bars and holding out a bandanna of some sort. "Here, don't cry." Harry crawled towards the bars and took the bandanna. He huddled up by the bars and wiped at his eyes. "Keep it."
"Thanks." The man nodded and sat with his back to the wall beside the bars. Harry sniffled and wiped his eyes again.
"No problem. He's lying, isn't he?" Harry nodded glumly. "Why?"
"He wanted to be the one to stop Voldemort. At first, he didn't believe me or Dumbledore when we said He was alive. Countless numbers of people died because Fudge was too arrogant to accept the facts. When he finally did, he was too scared to face him and kill him like he wanted to. I ended up doing the job for him by using the avada kedavra. That's why he sent me here, and he blamed me for.killing.Hermione.." Harry broke into fresh tears as he sobbed.
"Hey, it's okay. I believe you. Don't cry. Fudge is a terrible man but don't let him get to you like that." Harry wiped his eyes again and turned to the guard.
"You really believe me? Not even my best friend did.." Thinking about Ron made Harry clench the bandanna in anger. "He just handed me over, him and his family, like I was a filthy murderer. They didn't believe me..even my godfather didn't believe me..." The guard watched Harry nervously.
"I'm sorry, but I DO believe you. Just take it easy." The muscles in Harry's arms relaxed and he dropped the bandanna with a defeated sigh. "Calm down okay?" Harry nodded and apologized for scaring the man. "It's okay. How long are you here for?"
"Dunno. Fudge never said. I'll prolly be here for eternity." Harry buried his head in his arms. "I'll never be free..." Harry stiffened as the guard gently touched his shoulder. It was the first time Harry had contact with anyone in three years.
"He cant keep you in here that long. It's not just." Harry sighed.
"I'll be in here as long as he's Minister. He won't let me out." Harry felt the guard squeeze his shoulder. "He didn't even give me a trial." The hand on his shoulder tightened.
"Do the other ministers know this?" Harry looked up in confusion. "Fudge is the Minister in this country. There are others for every country, and they usually have to agree on who is sent here and who isn't. They send prisoners from their lands here as well."
"I doubt he even told them.." Harry growled. The hand disappeared and the guard stood.
"They will be notified of this. It is downright illegal to send someone here without a trial. And a child no less! Don't give me that look, you're only what? Sixteen?" Harry nodded. "Okay, so not a child, but a teenager. Fudge will get sacked for this I bet..." Harry brightened. "I'll owl them when it's time for my break."
"Thank you." The guard nodded and squatted back down. "I hope they send HIM here..." Harry commented with a dreamy look. "He'd deserve it." Harry, forgetting that he wasn't in a dark corner where no one could see him, yawned. His fangs flashed in the dim light and the guard scrambled back.
"Y-y-you're a..." Harry looked confused for about two seconds before his eyes widened and he clasped a hand over his mouth.
"Whoops." The guard trembled. "Wait, don't be scared of me. I wont hurt you! I haven't yet, have I?" The guard seemed to relax and he crawled back to his previous spot by Harry. "I should've told you, I'm sorry."
"Is that how you defeated Him? With your.vampiric powers?"
"No, although they gave me certain advantages. It did make my avada kedavra more powerful." The guard nodded and stood back up.
"It's almost time for my shift to end here. I'll owl the other ministers when I get home." Harry nodded and retreated into a corner. "How do you survive? Without human blood I mean."
"Rats."
"And do they.you know, work?" Harry shrugged and leaned his head against the wall.
"I still want human blood, but rats are enough to make the thirst only a little uncomfortable."
"Then I will mention that to the ministers. Maybe that would make them go faster." Harry grunted and closed his eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow, my replacement is here."
"Okay."
TBC