The next day, a trial was held immediately. Fudge, seeing his chance to be in the spotlight again, and to prove Harry was wrong about Voldemort returning gave him a very un fair trial. He wasn't even able to give his side of the story. And to Harry's utter astonishment and anger, no one complained, not even the Weasly's, Sirius, Remus, or Dumbledore. Every face he looked at held disgust and anger, all except for one which he could never forget. The littlest of the Weasley's sat at the far end of the bench beside Ron, looking confused, sad, and angry, but not at Harry. Harry looked deep into her chocolate brown eyes and saw the trust and sorrow she felt towards Harry and the betrayal and anger towards the others. Harry broke their eye contact when he heard the 'life sentence in Azkaban' remark. Harry jumped out of his chair, "YOU HAVE TO BELIEV ME! I NEVER KILLED HIM, I SWARE, GIVE ME VERITSEM OR SOMETHING, IM NOT LIEING. Ron, hermione, tell them I didn't do it." He pleaded, but hermione started to cry and Ron cradled her while staring daggers at Harry. Harry was shocked but turned to Sirius, "Sirius, you have to believe me, I would never do anything to hurt anyone, I would die for anyone here." Harry pleaded again. Harry was frozen to the spot when Sirius shook his head sadly and glared at him as well. How could his own godfather not believe him? He had no hope then, he was done for. Harry let the dementors guide him away through the door, still to shocked to even hear his parents screams, or to protest. But he caught one last look at Ginny's pleading face before he saw bars.