Title: Wrongfully Imprisoned
Rating: R
Pairing(s): H/D
Warning(s): angst, slash, violence, language, and some blood
Cornelius Fudge was the Minister of Magic. He had everything a man could ever want. He had a loving wife, and a well paying job. The only thing he didn't have, the thing he wanted most, was the Order of Merlin for killing the Dark Lord Voldemort. The young Potter brat had gotten that, and now thanks to Fudge's brilliant plotting, he was rotting in Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit. Fudge strutted down the main hallway of the World Ministers Corp. with a triumphant smile on his face. He had been notified by owl earlier that evening to meet with the other world Ministers, on some subject he wasn't notified of. He figured that the other ministers wanted to congratulate him on his successful attempts on some thing or another. He knocked politely on the large oak door and waited until someone called him in.
"Welcome, Minister Fudge. I hope all has been well?" Fudge nodded politely at Kane, the Minister from America, and sat. "Good. On to business then, we don't want to keep you away from your.important duties now do we?" Fudge shifted nervously as all eyes turned to him. "It has come to our attention that you have possession of one Harry Potter, in Azkaban no less."
"W-w-what? Who said that?"
"We received an unsigned note from someone, about a week ago. We've been talking over what we should do about this. We finally decided on owling you to come meet with us. Here, maybe you should read it aloud to us?" Fudge reached out and took a note from the Minister. "Go on, read it." Fudge unfolded the note and began reading.
"Dear World Ministers, I have recently begun guard duty at Azkaban prison, when it came to my attention the young Mr. Harry Potter has been sentenced to life. I have visited young Mr. Potter and he told me that Minister Fudge has thrown him in without a trial, for casting an unforgivable on the Dark Lord Voldemort, as well as blaming him for the death of his best friend Hermione Granger. After a conversation with the lad, it also came to my attention that he is a vampire and is living off the blood of rats. I talked with him for over two hours, and he is in no way, form, or state insane. He is by far one of the most together people I have met, other than the occasional bout of trembling from either cold or affect of the cruciatus. I hope you find it in your hearts to question Fudge and give the poor boy a trial." Fudge fell silent as the rest of the Ministers whispered amongst themselves.
"Is what this person said true? That Harry Potter is in Azkaban? And without a proper trial?"
"That boy is a menace! He cast an Unforgivable."
"To save you and this world from Voldemort!" Kane shouted. "He saved the world, and you send him to AZKABAN for his efforts!" Fudge gaped. "I am coming with you to talk with young Harry to assess for myself whether or not the boy deserves to be in Azkaban."
"B-b-but.."
"No buts! We will go, now. I will report back here later. Now lead the way."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I can't believe you would do something like this Fudge. And without consulting us!" Harry lifted his head, wiped his matted hair from his eyes, and peered groggily at the bars. The guard on call stood and saluted as two men came into view. One of them, Harry realized, was Fudge. The other was a stranger to Harry.
"The boys dangerous! He needs to be locked up!"
"I'll see that for myself.where is he?" Harry had pushed himself into the far corner, covering himself in darkness.
"Probably in the corner.hey! Don't get any closer!" The strange man came closer to the bars and peered in. "He'll attack." Harry chuckled darkly.
"Like that would ever happen majesty." Harry climbed to his feet and stumbled over to the pair. He stopped inches from the bars and leaned against the wall. "I'm Harry, I don't believe we met." The man smiled.
"I'm Minister Kane, from America. I received a letter about you." Harry's eyes widened slightly. "I heard you haven't had a trial. Is this information true?" Harry nodded. "You don't seem terribly dangerous or insane. You look like any other boy, other than being emaciated and incredibly filthy that is." Harry snorted.
"He told you that?" Harry jerked his head towards Fudge. "He tells that to everyone who will listen. 'That Potter boy is a menace! Why, just the other day he lunged at me for no reason!'" Harry imitated the Ministers voice. "Even when I was free, he never believed me. In fact, he refused to when I told him Voldemort was back. He even refused to believe Dumbledore. Too many people died because he wouldn't look at the evidence before his eyes." Harry lowered his head.
"Is that so? Well then, I don't see any reason to keep you locked up like this. You don't deserve it. How he could ever think you'd kill young Miss Granger is beyond me. Fudge, if you would open the door?" Harry's eyes widened again.
"B-b-but.He's a menace!.. and he DID kill her.."
"I DON'T CARE FUDGE! HE COULD NOT HAVE POSSIBLY HARMED HER! YOU HAVE ALREADY DONE ENOUGH INJUSTICE TO THIS BOY NOW LET HIM OUT!!!" Harry smirked at the defeated look on Fudge's face. Slowly, the minister took out the key to Harry's cell and opened the door. "Come on then Harry. You'll be coming to stay with me until we get this sorted out."
"Thank you." Harry slid out of his cell and stood silently beside Kane.
"Is there anything, anywhere, that you want to retrieve? We'll be going to America and you wont be able to return for a while." Harry thought hard for a second.
"Can we go to Sirius's house? I left my cloak and book there." Kane nodded and handed Harry a pair of flashy sunglasses.
"Wear these, it'll keep the sun from hurting your eyes too much."
"Thank you."
"No sweat. And Fudge, we'll be owling you soon." Fudge nodded and Kane led Harry through the halls and out into the world.
TBC
Rating: R
Pairing(s): H/D
Warning(s): angst, slash, violence, language, and some blood
Cornelius Fudge was the Minister of Magic. He had everything a man could ever want. He had a loving wife, and a well paying job. The only thing he didn't have, the thing he wanted most, was the Order of Merlin for killing the Dark Lord Voldemort. The young Potter brat had gotten that, and now thanks to Fudge's brilliant plotting, he was rotting in Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit. Fudge strutted down the main hallway of the World Ministers Corp. with a triumphant smile on his face. He had been notified by owl earlier that evening to meet with the other world Ministers, on some subject he wasn't notified of. He figured that the other ministers wanted to congratulate him on his successful attempts on some thing or another. He knocked politely on the large oak door and waited until someone called him in.
"Welcome, Minister Fudge. I hope all has been well?" Fudge nodded politely at Kane, the Minister from America, and sat. "Good. On to business then, we don't want to keep you away from your.important duties now do we?" Fudge shifted nervously as all eyes turned to him. "It has come to our attention that you have possession of one Harry Potter, in Azkaban no less."
"W-w-what? Who said that?"
"We received an unsigned note from someone, about a week ago. We've been talking over what we should do about this. We finally decided on owling you to come meet with us. Here, maybe you should read it aloud to us?" Fudge reached out and took a note from the Minister. "Go on, read it." Fudge unfolded the note and began reading.
"Dear World Ministers, I have recently begun guard duty at Azkaban prison, when it came to my attention the young Mr. Harry Potter has been sentenced to life. I have visited young Mr. Potter and he told me that Minister Fudge has thrown him in without a trial, for casting an unforgivable on the Dark Lord Voldemort, as well as blaming him for the death of his best friend Hermione Granger. After a conversation with the lad, it also came to my attention that he is a vampire and is living off the blood of rats. I talked with him for over two hours, and he is in no way, form, or state insane. He is by far one of the most together people I have met, other than the occasional bout of trembling from either cold or affect of the cruciatus. I hope you find it in your hearts to question Fudge and give the poor boy a trial." Fudge fell silent as the rest of the Ministers whispered amongst themselves.
"Is what this person said true? That Harry Potter is in Azkaban? And without a proper trial?"
"That boy is a menace! He cast an Unforgivable."
"To save you and this world from Voldemort!" Kane shouted. "He saved the world, and you send him to AZKABAN for his efforts!" Fudge gaped. "I am coming with you to talk with young Harry to assess for myself whether or not the boy deserves to be in Azkaban."
"B-b-but.."
"No buts! We will go, now. I will report back here later. Now lead the way."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I can't believe you would do something like this Fudge. And without consulting us!" Harry lifted his head, wiped his matted hair from his eyes, and peered groggily at the bars. The guard on call stood and saluted as two men came into view. One of them, Harry realized, was Fudge. The other was a stranger to Harry.
"The boys dangerous! He needs to be locked up!"
"I'll see that for myself.where is he?" Harry had pushed himself into the far corner, covering himself in darkness.
"Probably in the corner.hey! Don't get any closer!" The strange man came closer to the bars and peered in. "He'll attack." Harry chuckled darkly.
"Like that would ever happen majesty." Harry climbed to his feet and stumbled over to the pair. He stopped inches from the bars and leaned against the wall. "I'm Harry, I don't believe we met." The man smiled.
"I'm Minister Kane, from America. I received a letter about you." Harry's eyes widened slightly. "I heard you haven't had a trial. Is this information true?" Harry nodded. "You don't seem terribly dangerous or insane. You look like any other boy, other than being emaciated and incredibly filthy that is." Harry snorted.
"He told you that?" Harry jerked his head towards Fudge. "He tells that to everyone who will listen. 'That Potter boy is a menace! Why, just the other day he lunged at me for no reason!'" Harry imitated the Ministers voice. "Even when I was free, he never believed me. In fact, he refused to when I told him Voldemort was back. He even refused to believe Dumbledore. Too many people died because he wouldn't look at the evidence before his eyes." Harry lowered his head.
"Is that so? Well then, I don't see any reason to keep you locked up like this. You don't deserve it. How he could ever think you'd kill young Miss Granger is beyond me. Fudge, if you would open the door?" Harry's eyes widened again.
"B-b-but.He's a menace!.. and he DID kill her.."
"I DON'T CARE FUDGE! HE COULD NOT HAVE POSSIBLY HARMED HER! YOU HAVE ALREADY DONE ENOUGH INJUSTICE TO THIS BOY NOW LET HIM OUT!!!" Harry smirked at the defeated look on Fudge's face. Slowly, the minister took out the key to Harry's cell and opened the door. "Come on then Harry. You'll be coming to stay with me until we get this sorted out."
"Thank you." Harry slid out of his cell and stood silently beside Kane.
"Is there anything, anywhere, that you want to retrieve? We'll be going to America and you wont be able to return for a while." Harry thought hard for a second.
"Can we go to Sirius's house? I left my cloak and book there." Kane nodded and handed Harry a pair of flashy sunglasses.
"Wear these, it'll keep the sun from hurting your eyes too much."
"Thank you."
"No sweat. And Fudge, we'll be owling you soon." Fudge nodded and Kane led Harry through the halls and out into the world.
TBC