"I knew that you were no good. See didn't I tell you," he said as he looked around at his aurors. A few of them nodded. Harry noticed Tonks and Shacklebold watching him solemnly.

An important looking auror stepped up. "You are under arrest for using extreme magic against a muggle for no reason," he trailed off as Harry's face broke out in a grin.

"You've got to be joking," he said as he laughed. "First of all, it was an accident. Second, that stupid fat lump and his friends were beating up on me. It qualifies as self-defense."

At this Fudge's delighted smile got larger. "Did you think I was going to fall for that again? No, no, no," he said shaking his head. I've been having you watched."

At this, Harry's temper got the better of him. "Everybody's bloody watching me! The Ministry, bloody Dumbledore. What does everybody bloody think I'm going to do? Join Lord bloody Voldemort?" Harry said in rage.

"Mr. Potter, you watch your language," Fudge said as he flinched. He turned to face the aurors. "He's clearly unbalanced. First he used a child for bait, eggs on his cousin, and then blows him into a wall."

Harry sighed as he noticed people nodding and his "family" backing away from him. Fudge turned back to him. "What's your excuse for that?"

"Well the bait, as you so tenderly put it, was running away from Dudders over there. I was simply ensuring that my favorite cousin stopped beating the kid up," Harry said as if it was obvious. "As for the 'egging' the prat on, I was told by a charming Dolores Umbridge that 'egging on' is no excuse for beating someone up. I guess the rules are different for me, huh?"

Fudges smile faded a bit as he heard muttering behind him. Harry turned his back as he started to walk away. "How about the incident in the Department of Mysteries?" Harry froze and tuned around.

"What about it?" he asked coldly and he saw Tonks and Shacklebolt exchange uneasy glances. He could see Tonks clearly whisper, "Here's Dumbledore." Harry's blood boiled.

"Breaking into the Department of Mysteries, destroying ministry property, does it ring a bell?" Fudge said with a snickering grin as he heard the muttering behind him.

"I clearly stated I was on a rescue mission, I have the nametag to prove it. As for the property, people do crazy things when bloody Death Eaters are attacking them," Harry said as, for once, he tried to keep his anger in check.

The aurors on his side spoke. "Nonetheless, you have made illegal actions; therefore you are under arrest by the orders of the Ministry of Magic. Any last words before you're taken in?"

"The bloody ministry is blinded by that idiot, other than that no," Harry said spitefully. And with that, he was arrested as he grinned at their stupidity. A camera flashed. It looked like it was going to be in the Daily Prophet.

A series of cracks and they landed on the bank of an island. Azkaban was a fortress, large and old. It looked sinister against the night sky. Harry found his thoughts drifted to Sirius, who had spent twelve years of his life in there. He escaped, but it didn't matter. He was dead now. And with that sinking feeling, Harry entered Azkaban, feeling that he deserved to be there. His face fell.

The auror must have noticed this because he whispered, "Don't worry. The most you'll be here for is a couple of months."

Fudge shook his head with a knowing grin. "I still have a few secrets of his to reveal," he said in pure delight.

"Yeah, well, it seems people know a bit more me than I do," Harry grumbled as he thought of Dumbledore. I could got out of here by himself, he thought to himself. I don't need that great bloody Dumbledore.

There was something missing in the place. Every time he pictured Azkaban, there were dementors floating along the corridors. Harry smirked. "I see the dementors have abandoned you," he said.

"There are still a few who have remained loyal," Fudge said. They stopped in front of the cell. "Here you go."

Harry paused. "So, why exactly am I here?" he asked as he looked at the cell that reminded him of a dirtier cupboard under the stairs.

"The happenings at the ministry and the attack on your cousin," Fudge answered. "Your trial is in the morning and hand over your wand."

"What if the jail is attacked?" he asked as he held his wand cautiously.

"You are not an auror, therefore it is not your place to fight," he answered as if the idea were preposterous.

"Shows what you know," Harry mumbled, thinking that no one could hear him. Unbeknownst to him, the auror heard him.

"Wand," Fudge demanded impatiently. Harry handed it over and threw himself on the bed that was there and glared at the minister. This whole thing was a joke! Fudge left smiling to himself but the auror remained.

The auror shut the gate. "Your father was an amazing auror," he said. Harry looked up quickly. No one ever really talked about his family. Truthfully, he didn't even know that his father was an auror. "One of the best I've ever met. He had a disregarding for the rules, too. That's what made him so great. I have a feeling that you'll be just like him."

Harry's eyes fell to the floor again. "I'll probably not live that long," he said. The auror looked at Harry with sad eyes.

"Dumbledore told me to tell you that he'll get you out of here," he told Harry. Harry tensed.

"You can tell him that I don't want his bloody help," he told the auror. The auror nodded solemnly and left.

It was the next morning and Harry was not in a good mood. Later that night, one of the only remaining dementors came by. The sound of his parent's, Cedric, and Sirius's death rang out along with the sound of the many murders he saw through Voldemort's eyes. Needless to say, he was depressed.



When Harry entered, it was full of people. He recognized a few friends from school, Ron, Hermione, Remus Lupin, and other order members. There were many he didn't recognize. His eyes wandered around in the room and fell on the Dursley's. He couldn't help wondering about what they were doing there.

He sat in the defendant's seat. "Order, order. This trial is now in session," Fudge voice rang out. He fixed Harry with a piercing stare. "Harry James Potter is being charged for the events in the Department of Mysteries and attacking a muggle. The charges for the attacking of a muggle has been forfeited due to the fact that it was self protection. Let the questioning begin."

Mrs. Bones stepped in front of Harry. "Why did you go to the Department of Mysteries on June 13, 2003?"

"I fell asleep during my exams and had a vision of Voldemort torturing my godfather," he answered. There were gasps from the crowd as he said the name of Voldemort's name.

Fudge cut in. "I request for the use of Veriserum. I doubt this boy has visions," he snarled.

A large man came over and forced the potion into Harry's mouth. It tasted awful but as soon as it went down Harry's brain numb. He couldn't tell lies.

"Who is your godfather?" Mrs. Bones asked.

"Sirius Black," Harry said. There was muttering in the crowd.

"Have you been in touch with the criminal?" she asked curiously.

"He wasn't a criminal. He was framed by my parents' Secret Keeper, Peter Pettigrew," he responded. There was more muttering.

"Very well, how did you get there?" she asked.

"The blood on my shirt attracted the thesterals. We rode them there," he answered brainlessly.

"We? Who was we?" she asked as she leaned against the wall behind her, clearly getting interested in his answers.

"Me, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, and Neville Longbottom," he answered as she quickly scribbled down their names.

"Why did you bring underage wizards and witches with you? Didn't you think I was dangerous?" she asked.

"I tried to make them stay, but they wouldn't listen. By then my scar was searing. I needed to do something quick so I gave in. It was one of the worst mistakes of my life. They all got hurt," he answered monotonously. His brain still wasn't registering what he was saying.

"How did you get into the ministry?" she asked as she continued to take notes. The whole crowd was quiet.

"We all went into the telephone booth and told it that we were on a rescue mission," he said. Hermione and Ron were looking nervous. Lupin kept looking over at them and told them under his breath not to worry.

"Tell me Mr. Potter, what happened when you in the ministry?" she said.

"When we were inside, we went straight to the Department of Mysteries. I went straight to where I saw Sirius in my dreams during the year. He wasn't there. We were looking around, but we didn't see anyone. Ron told me that he saw my name on something. I went to see what it was and it was a glass ball labeled Dark Lord... Harry Potter. That's where everything went downhill," he said. Then he paused.

The crowd started to mutter amongst themselves again. Fudge was scowling around the room. A hint of fear came across his face.

"How so?" Mrs. Bones asked as she abandoned her notebook.

"The DEATHEATERS came and they formed a circle around us. I annoyed them a bit while I was trying to come up with a plan. I finally came up with one. I whispered to Hermione that we had to break the glasses. I backed slowly into one of the shelves, took my prophesy in my hand and backed slowly away. I gave Hermione a look and we screamed out a spell and all of the glasses shattered," Harry trailed off. "Ghost like figures blocked their visions. We ran. We were split up. At first, we hid but then we started to fight. Hermione got hit with a spell and was knocked out and Neville broke his nose. He couldn't say any spells correctly.

"We found the other three, who were in bad condition. We were quickly surrounded. I knew they were after my prophesy so I ran to the room with the veil. I told Neville to stay but he followed me. We were surrounded by DeathEaters. I turned around and was ready to fight and that was when the order came in. Sirius told me to run but we were cut off and Neville accidentally dropped my prophesy. We were forced to stay. We watched my godfather duel with his cousin Belletrix Lestrange. He taunted her and she sent a spell at him that sent him falling behind a veil. I tried to go after him but Lupin held me back." Tears fell down Harry's eyes and he started to breathe heavily.

"I was so angry that I chased after her. I... I...," he was saying but was cut off by a threatening voice.

"That is quite enough, Minister," Dumbledore shouted from the crowd as he made his way to the front of room.

"Dumbledore, go back to your seat. I do not want any disruptions in my court room," Fudge yelled.

"No. I believe that you questioned the boy enough!" said Dumbledore yelling. "Look at what you are doing to him."

Harry started to feel his brain again. Slowly, he took in his surroundings, and what was going on around him. He took in sight of Dumbledore and suddenly remembered what was happening.

"You've heard what happened and you'll send into depression if you continue like this!" Dumbledore shouted in rage.

However, Fudge was seething. "This boy is a nuisance, he has been lying and harboring a convict...," he started but Dumbledore wouldn't let him continue.

"From what he said under the truth serum, he has been telling the truth. Sirius Black was innocent. Harry just lost his god father," he said as he glared furiously at Fudge. Harry noticed that Fudge looked rather small compared to Dumbledore.

"No matter, that man deserved to die. Black was a...,"he said but Harry refused to listen anymore. He stood up.

"Don't talk about Sirius like that ever," he said, anger burning in his green eyes. "Pick on me all you want, but never say his name. Never!" Many eyes looked at Harry in shock when they realized that the effects of the truth potion had worn off.

"Unfortunately for you, you are in no place to threaten me," Fudge sneered. "Aurors? Chain him to the chair."

Harry cooperated in a moody silence as he glared at Fudge. However, Dumbledore would have none of it.

"MINISTER FUDGE, I HAVE HAD ENOUGH. YOU CHAIN HIM THERE LIKE SOME KIND OF CRIMINAL. HE IS JUST A BOY-," he yelled in a deep voice and many people in the court room were shocked. Not many have ever heard him yell like that before.

Fudge however did not seem taken back. On the contrary, laughed. "This 'boy' as you call him has cast an unforgivable curse. He is no boy, he is a criminal," he said.

The whispering that had been going on around the room, stopped suddenly. Everyone's eyes turned to Harry in shock again. Dumbledore turned his eyes to him.

"Is this true?" he asked softly. Harry simply shrugged a shrug that implied 'yes'. Dumbledore's eyes flashed in disappointment while Fudge grinned in giddiness.

"What do you think of your golden boy now? Only one other person has been able to cast the curse at fifteen. I think you all know who it was," he said as he bounced on the balls of his feet, his face was lit in satisfaction.

"She deserved it," Harry commented. He wasn't sorry. He never would be for that. "She killed my godfather and I am aware that the curse is illegal to use on any human, but she wasn't human. Death Eaters are just as bad as Voldemort is. They're monsters. I think everyone in this courtroom can agree to that."

There was a murmuring of consent around the room. Fudge looked taken back at the hatred in Harry's voice. Finally, Mrs. Bones spoke up.

"All in favor of a dismissal?" she asked in a bossy voice. Almost all of the Wisengot raised their hands. "Case dismissed."