Title: Wrongful Imprisonment
Rating: R
Pairing(s): mention of H/D
Warning(s): angst, slash, violence, language, and some blood
Harry carefully slid into the black car beside Kane, the Minister from America who had rescued him from Azkaban. As he shut the door and buckled his seatbelt, he breathed in the smells of the outdoors. It had been so long since he was outside, too long. Kane started the car and turned on the radio. "Where does this Sirius live?" Ha asked softly.
"In Hogsmeade, or at least he was before." Harry's voice was trembling and it sounded rough and scratchy, the consequence of not being used much for the past 3 years. Kane nodded and pulled away from Azkaban. He rolled down the windows and saw Harry smile out of the corner of his eye.
"Will he be.. happy to see you?" Harry turned away from the window and a sad look came over his face.
"I don't know. He didn't believe me when they took me away, he just stood there and watched. He had this.look in his eyes that said he believed them over me. He.." Harry broke off and stared glumly at the floor.
"Then we'll make this a short visit. Want me to go in with you?"
"Yes, if you would." Kane nodded and Harry turned back to the window. Twenty minutes of silence later found them parked in Sirius's driveway.
"Lets get this over with." Kane opened the door and stepped out. He stretched before closing the door and started up the walk to the front porch. Harry followed him slowly. Kane raised a fist and knocked on the door. There were muffled sounds on the other side, as well as what seemed like curses, before the door opened. A man with shaggy hair peered out.
"Yes? May I help you?" Kane nodded politely.
"My name is Kane. I am the Minister of Magic from America." The shaggy haired man, Sirius, nodded for him to continue. " I have come to collect young Mr. Potters things, I hear they are still here." Sirius's gaze darkened.
"Why do you want them?"
"He doesn't, I do." Harry stepped out from behind Kane, pushing his hair away from his face. Kane was astounded when he saw a look of utter revulsion and hatred in his green eyes.
"H-h-h-Harry?" Sirius blinked owlishly. "What?! I thought you were in Azkaban!" Harry glared and bared his fangs.
"I was, but without a trial. Just like you were, in fact." Sirius paled under Harry's dark gaze. "And to think I trusted you to stand by me! You back stabbing traitor!" Sirius took a step back and Kane put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Harry, please. Relax. If we can just get his stuff?" Sirius nodded mutely and let them in. Harry followed Kane in and the familiar face of Remus Lupin peered around the corner.
"Who's here...HARRY?!?!?" Harry glared at Lupin. "Your out?"
"Yeah, much to the displeasure of you and Black." Lupin looked shocked. "Still have my stuff?"
"Yes, we do. Harry I'm so sor.."
"Save it for someone who cares! I'm not interested in your pathetic excuse for not believing me." Harry spat. "I just want my things." Lupin nodded sadly and moved aside. "I'll get them for you then." Lupin disappeared and Harry leaned against the wall tiredly. Kane sighed.
"Either of you want anything?" Sirius spoke up. Kane declined politely as Harry grunted. "Suit yourself." It seemed like hours before Lupin returned with Harry's old school trunk and broom.
"Everything's in here." He said as he handed the items over to Kane "Harry, i'm sorry." Harry ignored him. "Please, is there any way you could forgive me? Ever?" Harry turned dark green eyes, tinged with black and red, up at Lupin.
"I'm not sure. It's always possible." He said carefully. "Would you ever forgive someone who turned their back on you when you needed them the most?" Lupin flinched. "I'll think about it."
"Thank you." Harry shrugged and let himself out with one last glare at Sirius. Kane hesitated. "Thank you for getting him out. He didn't deserve it and it took me till now to realize it. I truly am sorry."
"It's up to him to forgive you, not me. But I don't think he'll let himself live knowing that he never gave the two people that he cares for most a second chance. I'll talk to him. Wait until he owls you or contacts you. He needs to begin a new life and it might take some time."
"We'll keep that in mind, thank you." Kane nodded and retreated to his car. He started it up and backed out of the driveway. They sat in silence for a bit before Kane broke it.
"You're going to love it in America. I just know it. You'll be able to start over." Harry nodded and leaned his head against the window. "Are you okay?" Harry nodded. "Is there anywhere else you'd like to stop?"
"No. Everyone will know that I'm out by tomorrow. It'll be in the Prophet." Kane nodded. "How are we getting there?"
"By plane. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Good. We'll be at my house in two days at the most. Are you sure there's nowhere else you want to stop?" Harry nodded, and then something else came to his attention.
"Draco." Kane looked at him questioningly. "He stood by my side, never once thought I could kill anyone but Voldemort. He was the only friend I had left.."
"Do you want to visit him before we go?" Harry nodded.
"But I don't know where he lives."
"We'll find out. Don't worry." Harry nodded and leaned his head back against the window. "Why don't you get some rest? I'll ask around. What's his last name?"
"Malfoy."
"Got it. Rest now. I'll wake you in a bit."
TBC
Rating: R
Pairing(s): mention of H/D
Warning(s): angst, slash, violence, language, and some blood
Harry carefully slid into the black car beside Kane, the Minister from America who had rescued him from Azkaban. As he shut the door and buckled his seatbelt, he breathed in the smells of the outdoors. It had been so long since he was outside, too long. Kane started the car and turned on the radio. "Where does this Sirius live?" Ha asked softly.
"In Hogsmeade, or at least he was before." Harry's voice was trembling and it sounded rough and scratchy, the consequence of not being used much for the past 3 years. Kane nodded and pulled away from Azkaban. He rolled down the windows and saw Harry smile out of the corner of his eye.
"Will he be.. happy to see you?" Harry turned away from the window and a sad look came over his face.
"I don't know. He didn't believe me when they took me away, he just stood there and watched. He had this.look in his eyes that said he believed them over me. He.." Harry broke off and stared glumly at the floor.
"Then we'll make this a short visit. Want me to go in with you?"
"Yes, if you would." Kane nodded and Harry turned back to the window. Twenty minutes of silence later found them parked in Sirius's driveway.
"Lets get this over with." Kane opened the door and stepped out. He stretched before closing the door and started up the walk to the front porch. Harry followed him slowly. Kane raised a fist and knocked on the door. There were muffled sounds on the other side, as well as what seemed like curses, before the door opened. A man with shaggy hair peered out.
"Yes? May I help you?" Kane nodded politely.
"My name is Kane. I am the Minister of Magic from America." The shaggy haired man, Sirius, nodded for him to continue. " I have come to collect young Mr. Potters things, I hear they are still here." Sirius's gaze darkened.
"Why do you want them?"
"He doesn't, I do." Harry stepped out from behind Kane, pushing his hair away from his face. Kane was astounded when he saw a look of utter revulsion and hatred in his green eyes.
"H-h-h-Harry?" Sirius blinked owlishly. "What?! I thought you were in Azkaban!" Harry glared and bared his fangs.
"I was, but without a trial. Just like you were, in fact." Sirius paled under Harry's dark gaze. "And to think I trusted you to stand by me! You back stabbing traitor!" Sirius took a step back and Kane put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Harry, please. Relax. If we can just get his stuff?" Sirius nodded mutely and let them in. Harry followed Kane in and the familiar face of Remus Lupin peered around the corner.
"Who's here...HARRY?!?!?" Harry glared at Lupin. "Your out?"
"Yeah, much to the displeasure of you and Black." Lupin looked shocked. "Still have my stuff?"
"Yes, we do. Harry I'm so sor.."
"Save it for someone who cares! I'm not interested in your pathetic excuse for not believing me." Harry spat. "I just want my things." Lupin nodded sadly and moved aside. "I'll get them for you then." Lupin disappeared and Harry leaned against the wall tiredly. Kane sighed.
"Either of you want anything?" Sirius spoke up. Kane declined politely as Harry grunted. "Suit yourself." It seemed like hours before Lupin returned with Harry's old school trunk and broom.
"Everything's in here." He said as he handed the items over to Kane "Harry, i'm sorry." Harry ignored him. "Please, is there any way you could forgive me? Ever?" Harry turned dark green eyes, tinged with black and red, up at Lupin.
"I'm not sure. It's always possible." He said carefully. "Would you ever forgive someone who turned their back on you when you needed them the most?" Lupin flinched. "I'll think about it."
"Thank you." Harry shrugged and let himself out with one last glare at Sirius. Kane hesitated. "Thank you for getting him out. He didn't deserve it and it took me till now to realize it. I truly am sorry."
"It's up to him to forgive you, not me. But I don't think he'll let himself live knowing that he never gave the two people that he cares for most a second chance. I'll talk to him. Wait until he owls you or contacts you. He needs to begin a new life and it might take some time."
"We'll keep that in mind, thank you." Kane nodded and retreated to his car. He started it up and backed out of the driveway. They sat in silence for a bit before Kane broke it.
"You're going to love it in America. I just know it. You'll be able to start over." Harry nodded and leaned his head against the window. "Are you okay?" Harry nodded. "Is there anywhere else you'd like to stop?"
"No. Everyone will know that I'm out by tomorrow. It'll be in the Prophet." Kane nodded. "How are we getting there?"
"By plane. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Good. We'll be at my house in two days at the most. Are you sure there's nowhere else you want to stop?" Harry nodded, and then something else came to his attention.
"Draco." Kane looked at him questioningly. "He stood by my side, never once thought I could kill anyone but Voldemort. He was the only friend I had left.."
"Do you want to visit him before we go?" Harry nodded.
"But I don't know where he lives."
"We'll find out. Don't worry." Harry nodded and leaned his head back against the window. "Why don't you get some rest? I'll ask around. What's his last name?"
"Malfoy."
"Got it. Rest now. I'll wake you in a bit."
TBC