Chapter 1: Convicted

Harry potter looked behind him at his friends as his uncle took him away to #4 petrit drive. It was a long ride and it gave harry a lot of time to think. Mostly he thought about his godfather and how much he would miss him. He thought about revenge on his killer, and also his part in defeating Voldimort. He didn't know how to do it. It was going to be very hard to defeat him. And to be honost harrry had no clue where to start. should he start by learning new spells, writing to powerful auros for spells that they knew could help. Deciding that once he got back to his house he should write dumbledor and ask. Though he still hadn't totaly forgiven Dumbledor yet he now new why he did it. There was also a different type of friendship. It wasn't just teacher and apprendice it went a bit beyond. And with Sirius gone he had no one really to look up to. This was the time that he needed someone. On advise on how to battle voldimort. Dumbledor would be the best. As uncle vermen was pulling into the driveway harry foundhimself seeing a man on the corner disappear. He supposed he would have to get used to that having people following him, making sure he was safe. But at least the whole magic community knew know that voldimort was back. They also realized that they could really do nothing, and it was all up to harry. Thank good the prophecy hadn't been made public or they would just send harry against voldimort. As his aunt and uncle were opening the door to the house harry got his trunk. Inside the house uncle Vermen found that Dudley wasn't there. Instead on the television was a note from him saying he was at a friends. Meanwhile Harry went up to his room to unpack his clothes and just think.

Harry woke up the next day feeling a bit more reversed but not a whole lot better. He had still had nightmares about his godfathers death and also still the rise of Cedric and the memories of those nights. Going downstairs he found that the house was in a bit of a panic. Police were walking around looking for something and harries aunt could be found crying. As soon as he came down stairs the police came towards him. "Are you Mr. Potter." The one that looked like was in charge said.

"Yes I am. Why do you ask."

"It seems as if your cousin Dudley has been kidnapped. There was a note with you in it." The policemen pulled out a bag which inside was a letter. A funny feeling came in harries stomach. well harry potter. you have escaped me once again. but your cousin shall not. unless you turn yourself in. we will be watching.

"Do you have any idea who would send this."

"No I-" But harry was suddenly interrupted by his uncle

"Bull shit. I know it was you. you or some other freak. You tell me where my boy is or I'll, Ill." By this point some policemen near harry came and had to restrain uncle vermen. The policeman turned back to harry. "Look son, this is very important. Were going to have to ask that you come with us to the station for some questioning."

"If you take him lock him up. I never want to see his ugly fu-"

"Mr. Dursley that is quite enough. We have no real evidence that it was this boy. He will be coming back." Harry heard his uncle grumble but didn't hear what exacly he had to say.

"Can I just go get something."

"Yea sure." Harry went up to his room and got his wand. He was a bought to put it on him when he realized that even if he did they would take it from him. Thinking quickly he went over to hedwigs cage. "Hedwig. I need you to do me a favour. I have to go with some police officers right know. I want you to take my wand and follow me. If I get in any sort of trouble I'll give you a call or a whistle. If I do that come and give me my wand." The owl seemed to understand and grabbed the wand that harry was holding. Then he stroked the birds neck and left his room. Downstaires the police put their handcuffs on harry assuring him they had to. He was though a little bit worried at first. At the station they had him in an empty room except for a mirror and door. Finally someone came in. It was someone different and Harry recognized him as the police chief here that had put up a announcement about Sirius in his third year.

"Mr. Potter, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions. You have to answer them completely. First question. Do you know who would take your cousin."

"No"

"Do you yourself have any reason for wanting your cousin to disappear. Like maybe a fight over a girl."

"No"

"On the letter we found it was sighed by three signatures. D.L.V. Do you know anyone with those signatures."

Harries blood ran cold as he knew know who had his dudley and also that his aunt and uncle though he didn't like them were in danger. "No"

"Then there is nothing else. We are going to place you under arrest for the attempted of your cousin, until we can find further evidence."

"What, no, you can't" Harry tried to stand up and run put was placed in handcufs.

"Sorry son. There's no chance to escape. your going to b here for a while."

Harry tried to again to protest but was placed back as one of the police officers punched him in the stomach. "Listen up son, your going to stay here whether you like it or not." With that they took him away to his new cell. In his cell he found that it was only him. He was glad of that in case he cried out in the night and someone heard him. Though he had a feeling he would in fact be loud enough that other people could hear. looking around he found that he had a choice of the top bunk or the bottom. Since he had only ever had a regular bed he wanted to have the top bunk. H had never had bed on the top bunk and decide that if he didn't like it he could always move to the lower bunk. With that Harry had nothing left to do but sleep.

A week had passed since Harry had been arrested. The time had passed very slowly. He still had the cell all to himself. He went to the meals and saw all the weird looks he got from the other inmates, cause he was so young. A few people picked on him but they quickly left him alone as a few people stuck up for him. He also found himself getting a lot of books about sword fighting and other books that might help him in self defense or karate fighting. He was already on the chapter that said he was in green belt. It was all very interesting. Some of the inmates did tattoo's with combs but so far he hadn't gotten one. But he was planning on getting a phonix on his arm. The guards came in now at nights and if he screamed out they would hit him with a piece of plastic. It hurt a little but harry was getting used to it and the bruise's were better. other then his guards he hadn't seen any police officers or talked to anyone. He just ignored he inmates when they asked him what he was in for. Finally the one officer who had arrested him at his uncle and aunts house. "Mr. Potter. We are here to tell you that you we have found your cousins body. You fingerprints were all over them. I don't know how you did it but we also found your aunt and uncle dead today. They died when we told them. So we're holding you for that also. Oh and by the way some guy told us to give this to you." He hand Harry a letter and opened it. We;; hero I guess you can't stop me this time. And what will the world do without you. It will be destroyed. I'll see you when you get out potter.

Your favorite Dark Lord.

Harry felt like screaming. He didn't know much about the muggle world but he did know what being framed was. Harry vowed that if he ever got out he would get his vengeance on voldimort. If it was the last thing he did. When he was thinking this he didn't even notice the officer putting handcuffs on him again. "We're taking you to a more secure cell. You will have no contact with anyone except officers. If you want food or drink or books we shall get them. Other then that it's not allowed." Then harries thoughts clicked. If you were ever in jail you were allowed one phone call. "Wait you can't do this. I've been in here a week with no layer and no phone call. Those are my rights, I know the law."

"You don't get a layer. You don't need one you go to court on the 31st. We here it's your birthday then."

"Yes. And the phone call."

"Fine you have ten minutes." Talking his hands out of the handcuffs they took him to a phone. As soon as harry saw it he ran and called Mrs. Figg.

"Hello. . .. Figg. . . .rry help..."

"I'm sorry harry. Mrs. Figg isn't here. How is my safe place coming for you."

"You bastard. As soon as I get out you watch your self. I will no rest until I have destroyed you. I will fulfil the prophecy.:" Though Mrs. figg had treated him bad in childhood he did feel bad for her.

"Ha, you can't potter. It broke."

"Yes but I know who the person was that predicted it. The person told me. Be scared Tom. I'm coming for you." Then Harry hung up. Turning around he saw that he had another seven minutes. He dialed the number he remembered as hermiones. "Hello."

"Her. . ione. It's . . . rry"

"Harry are you ok. I can't hear you very well. The whole wizard world is looking for you."

:"I'm . . .jail. . . .or. . . .urder."

"Murder. I can't believe that. You know it's not true. What jail are you in."

"In. . . . .help."

"Sorry Harry I didn't hear the name of the jail"

"All right Mr. Potter let's go. Your time is up."

"What the hell you said ten minutes."

"I lied" With that the pulled harry away from the phone leaving hermione to wonder what had happened to harry and what jail he was in. They took harry to a big armored vehicle that had a bench. When harry asked where they were taking him they wouldn't answer. Finally they arrived to a place that looked like the prison that harry had stayed in for the week. Only this was on an island. Then the guard turned to Harry. "Welcome to the rock. This is the place where you'll stay for the rest of your life."

"The rock."

"Yes other wise known as alkatraze."

"But what about a trial."

"We told you you'd get that on your birthday. We have to give you something know don't you."

"Screw you."

"Now, now mister potter. That's not very nice."

"Like I care." With that they left him in his new sell. Over the month harry didn't get to do much. He hated it. He wasn't allowed to see what the sort of place the rock was. He was allowed to go to the library once a week and that was all. His food and showers and everything else was inside his cell. The books weren't that good. They were very much like the ones from the other jail. So Harry found himself getting a lot of books. Finally he asked the person who gave him food if he could get a tattoo. The man smiled and said he'd see what he could do. The next day harry found the tattoo chick in his cell. He had to end up drawing a picture of the phonix that he had wanted. It looked a little like fawks but instead of blue it had green. It was a symbol of himself. The tattoo hut a little at first, but after going through so much pain he was getting used to it and blocking it. So the tattoo only hurt while the women was putting the tattoo on. Finale it was his birthday. Harry had to admit that it was better then what it had been some years. like birthdays before he found out he was a wizard. But in the last six years he was used to presence. So not getting any and being stuck in jail was very weird. Harry didn't need to talk to the officers when they came to get him. He didn't even have a layer so he knew that the would properly going to be the end of him. Murderers usually die. They differently do if you don't have a layer. Harry wished that he could get his wand. He' summon a sword and show these assholes what he had learned in jail. He actually tried to whistle for Hedwig but she didn't come, so he figured that she was to far away. The building that he was walking into was huge. It looked old but new at the same time. Harry was right, inside it didn't look old at all. It had a lot of things that were new. The officer turned to Harry. "Welcome to the CIA courthouse. Here is were you find out how long you stay in jail for or when you will be executed. I hope it's the second one." Thinking the day couldn't get any worse he walked into the court room. there he found it full of police officers. There was also someone hooded but Harry wasn't near the person to be able to get a good look. though he did have a very bad feeling about it. Then one officer stood and spoke out loud. "All stand for the honorable judge." Harry found him self starring at the judge as he walked in with his mouth open. The judge had jet black hair, very greasy, green eye's and as he saw harry a wicked smile came to his face. Professor Snape. Harry was so shocked that he didn't bother to hid it. The officers beside him heard him give a soft whisper. "Shit." Some chuckled to see that he himself realized that he was scared. "Lets get this done. I need to be somewhere else this afternoon. Mr. Potter you are charged with the murder. How do you plead."

"Not guilty. It wasn't me. I have no clue how my cousin died."

"And what of your aunt and uncle."

"what do you mean."

"The officers told you that was why you were in the rock. We found them dead also. We have you for murder."

"But I was in jail."

"Yes well we think that we hired someone or maybe your friends did it. As a revenge for you disappearing."

Harry didn't say anything, and Snape continued. "I hereby sentence you to death. Kill him"

Harries head looked at snape then at the officers. Looking he saw that the officers were pulling out their weapons. This surprised him. not the fact that there seemed to be twenty officers all doing the same thing, not that the strange hooded man started to come forward. No what surprised him the most was that the officers were not pulling out guns were in fact pulling out wands. Tuning back to Snape once again he found him self surprised as it was not snape he was looking at, but Lord Voldimort. "Hello Harry. Ready to die."

"Stuff it tom."

"Kill him." Whistle franticly now for Hedwig he hoped that his owl would come with his wand. Then a faint voice came into his head.

No don't kill harry. Please. He's just a baby. Turning around he found that he realized who the hooded person was. Wand or not harrry new he had to get ride of the dementor. The death eaters killing spells would have no use on him and his only real threat would be the dementor. Thinking of the happiest thing he could he remembered all his friends, Ron Hermione, Luna, and Ginny. How they were all in the fight with him. The happiness that busted up inside him was so bright that he didn't know why he tried the words without the wand. Expecto Patronas. What shot out of thin air was not a silver stag. With the Silver stag was a silver giant bear like Dog. Padefoot and prongs. Harry was speachless as he saw prongs run over the dementor. The dementor was knocked off his feet. As he touched the ground padfoot ran over and tore the dementor apart. Then the two patronas disapeared. Looking around he found himself in a familiar circle. the deatheaters were all around him and he was in he middle with no way out. Voldimort still hadn't moved and was laughing. "So you destroyed my dementor. That is no big deal Harry potter. You shall not escape here alive. Especially since you can't apparate. this is the end. You have proven a worthy opponent."

"Ah so you still don't know what the prophecy says Tom. What a sham."

"Don't call me by that filthy name."

"Why cause it's from your father who was a muggle."

"Yes. I lost a few deatheaters when I told them that. They didn't want to follow me anymore. We had to arrange for them to have accidents." At this he saw an actual frown on his face.

"So you still don't know what the prophecy says."

"Why should I care. You didn't either."

"Didn't you hear me on the phone. I told you I found the person who had it. I found out something you don't"

"Oh yea potter, what's that."

"It's that you can't kill me. You tried when I was one and you failed. So know you can't."

"Oh really. deatheater, kill him." The first one to step forward was Brilex. Harry remembered her well. She was Sirius cousin and the one who killed him. Hoping that he was right he stood their as the person who had killed his godfather raised her wand and said the words. "Advada Kedvra" As the green light came at him he let it hit him in the chest. He stumbled a few feet back but other then that noting happened. This time it was the death eaters chance to be shocked. And shocked they were. for a few moments they just staired at him. then with a cry from voldimort they started to shoot killing spells at him. Harry stood there and let them all hit him. Voldimort roared with rage and harry decided that it was time to get out of there. Picturing the beautiful grounds of hogwarts, the smell of the air, and the laughter he had shared with his friends Harry potter apparated to safety.