A/N: Hey, I hope this chapter can explain all of your questions. It turned out really well, actually. Thanks for the ideas and reviews from everyone. Kind of corny, later on, but you're the reviewers.

Disclaimer: I own...myself! But sadly, I don't own Harry Potter. He belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter Four

Harry stepped into Gryffindor Hall. It was a manor type home, with stones as the outside, but in the inside it was made out of regular white walls, like any other twenty first century home. If he didn't see the outside, he wouldn't think that this was the home of any wizard that lived a thousand years ago. He sat down on the couch, staring into the dark empty fireplace. His eyes diverted around the room. It was well kept, probably under some magical spell. There were paintings and antiques. Harry settled himself on the chair and stared at the faint flames in the fireplace. Without realizing it, he dozed off.

/Flashback/

Harry sat in his new flat staring around. This is where his life begins. He couldn't believed that just two weeks ago, he graduated out of Hogwarts, not with the most perfect grades, but still, grades enough to be a qualify Auror. He already filled out the forms to train to be an Auror and McGonagall assured him that with his grades, he'll make it. Lupin said that no one would be able to stand in Harry's way. Harry went to the mantle and stared at the gifts he received on Graduation. He smiled as he looked at a picture of Ron and Hermione on a broom. Hermione was scared stiff. Then there was the gift from Lupin, a crystalline form of a stag, James' animagus form. Neville gave Harry what Harry gave him, Self Dictating Quills. "Who knows how many reports we're going to have to write?" asked Neville, laughing. Then last, but not least, the picture of him and Ginny. He remembered that day. Ginny was mocking on how Harry was going to the real world and she would be still messing around at Hogwarts. They got into a wrestling match. Ron nearly died over laughing when he came in. He took a picture of it. A small smile came upon Harry's lips as he thought about Ginny and what she was doing at Hogwarts. He left his flat and went around the neighborhood. It was a silent neighborhood. He didn't think anything would happen here. Almost as boring as Privet Drive to him, but still, better than Privet Drive any time. He watched as the younger Muggle children played football in the field across the street. He smelled the fresh scent of the magnolias, mimosas, and lilacs that were planted on the neighboring building. A woman sat there, digging and planting flowers as he past by. She looked up and smiled graciously at him. He nodded, smiling and walked on. At the end of the street he turned back, passing the woman, who smiled again and to the apartment building, not knowing what was going on.

As he stepped into his flat, a group of people lunged themselves at him. "What the hell!" He yelled. "Don't make me blast you all!"

"Get him!" Cried a familiar voice. Harry looked up and saw Cornelius Fudge glaring at him.

"What is going on?" asked Harry.

Fudge's face was red as a tomato. "Harry James Potter! You are convicted with the murder of Remus Lupin, Mundungus Fletcher, and the attempt murder of Percy Weasley!"

A look of pure horror glide onto Harry's face. "What?" He yelled. "You know I didn't-I did not kill anyone!" He yelled.

"Take him away! You get to defend yourself in court," Fudge said, and Disapperate. The Aurors that were holding onto Harry summoned a portkey and left with him.

Trial:

Madam Bones sat stately upon her high seat. "Mr. Potter, do you know the seriousness of this?" She asked him as if he was still a young boy.

Harry looked at her. "I would," he said, "If I know what in the name of Merlin you're talking about."

Madam Bones looked mortified. "What do you mean...Fudge! Read him his commitments!"

Fudge stood up and cleared his throat. "On October 12, assuming at 7:55 P.M, Harry James Potter had came to the home of Remus Lupin and killed him along with his associate Mundungus Fletcher. There was a brief struggle as we can tell by the crime scene. Then Mr. Potter then went to the home of Percy Weasley and tried to kill him. Luckily, Mr. Percy Weasley managed to send a signal to the Ministry and we came there. But it was a bit late since Mr. Potter had Disapperated."

Harry's anger surged up. "What gives you the reason to say that I was there?" He asked, nastily.

Fudge held up some bags. "These were found in the home of Remus Lupin." Harry looked at it and gasped. It was the crystalline stag that Remus had given him and a picture of him and Ginny. "What do you say, Mr. Potter?"

"I..." Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't know how in fifteen minutes could things happen so fast. He jumped as the door to the courtroom opened. He saw a family of redheads coming in with Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape. He tried to make eye contact with the Weasleys, but they ignored him. He saw Hermione Granger. She looked at him sympathetically, but then lowered her head and shook it. It made him angry on how she could be the cleverest witch in her year, but so stupid in judgments. He clenched his fist and it shook with anger.

Madam Bones banged her gavel. "May the witness please rise," she said. Harry watched as Percy went up to the stand. "Mr. Snape, will you mind giving Mr. Weasley a dose of Veritaserum?" Snape swept forward and Harry could see that he nearly jammed the Veritaserum down Percy's throat. The Potions' master swept back to the stands and stood there, watching carefully. Madam Bones cleared her throat. "Mr. Weasley, are you sure that you saw Mr. Potter trying to attack you?"

"Yes," replied Percy.

"What spells did he use?"

"He tried a Cruciatus Curse on me. It hit me, but then he took it back and then laughed. I sent a signal up and he tried using the Death Charm, but then the Aurors came and he Disapperated."

Harry stood up. "That is a downright lie!" He shouted.

Madam Bones banged her gavel. "Mr. Potter now is not your time to talk!" She snapped. "Mr. Potter, hand me your wand." Hesitantly, Harry handed his wand over to the Law Enforcement officer and he took it over to Madam Bones. Harry was sure this would prove his innocence. Priori Incantatem. Madam Bones raised his wand. "Prior Incantatem," she said. A scream emerged from Harry's wand, making the hair on the back of his head stick up.

"That's Cruciatus Curse!" whispered someone. Then a black smoke rose from his wand. Madam Bones glared at Harry. "Killing Curse," she muttered. The blood in Harry ran cold. It couldn't be. He looked around. Everyone's eyes were on him, with hate and anger. Harry looked at Dumbledore, who had a line on his lips of displeased. McGonagall looked as if she would cry. Snape? Snape, he just stood there, looking stricken as ever. Harry's eyes diverted to the Weasleys. Ron was glaring at him with pure hatred. Harry couldn't help, but stare back at Ron in the same way. Ron and Hermione...they were suppose to be his friend. They didn't say anything. What happened to the trust between them? Harry searched the area for the youngest Weasley. He thought she was back at school, but at another glance, he saw her peering behind Fred and George. He caught her eyes. She stared at him. He could see the tears in her eyes. There were pain, confusion, and torment. He silently asked her to say something, to speak up, to defend him. But as he stared at her, she didn't say anything. She couldn't do anything, but stare at him.

"Madam Bones," Snape's drawling voice came sharply into Harry's mind. He diverted his eyes to the Potions' professor. "I highly doubt that Potter has the brains to murder someone." Harry nearly toppled over his chair. Was Snape defending him or just telling the court that he's stupid. "I can't imagine how you can consider him to be murderous. I mean, he can't boil a simple potions properly."

Fudge scowled. "A person doesn't need to know how to boil potions to be murderous."

"Maybe he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time," suggested McGonagall.

Harry grinded his teeth. "I was not at the wrong place at the wrong time! Do you know where I was? Walking around my neighborhood!"

"A very normal thing for a person like the Boy-Who-Lived would do," snarled Fudge. "Walking around? Who believes that?" Whispers rose from the court. Harry's heart was racing. What can he do? What can he say? His thoughts went to his parents, then Remus, then Sirius. Sirius...how did he take it? At least I had a trial, Sirius didn't, thought Harry. He looked up at Fudge; a strange glint came over his bright green eyes. Harry suddenly burst out laughing, sending the court into confusion and suspicion.

"Mr. Potter why are you laughing?" asked Madam Bones.

Harry looked at her, his eyes grew dark. "I'm laughing at your stupidity. All of you. I'm laughing at the fact that from past experience, none of you have figured anything out yet. I'm laughing at the fact that you can throw the word trust away like it was a piece of trash." With that he threw a dark scowl at the Weasleys and his professors.

"Now it's time for the court to decide," said Madam Bones, getting on her nerves. The witches and wizards whispered together.

Harry sat back and crossed his arms. "No bother to whisper," he said, coldly. "I know what you're going to say." They looked at him hard.

"We call Harry James Potter guilty!" cried a wizard. The word rang through Harry's head. It was such a strong and hard word. Maybe this was how Sirius felt.

Madam Bones nodded. "Guilty as charge." She banged her gavel. "I herby sentence Harry James Potter to a lifetime in Azkaban." She banged her gavel again and stood up. The guards came over and escorted Harry out of the courtroom. He stared at the Weasleys. Hate and rage went through him as he looked at their smug faces full of silly triumphant. He saw the eyes of Ginny staring at him. He could hardly see the tears rolling down her eyes, but it was there. Still, he hated her. She didn't do anything. That was the last time he saw her. Everything dissolved it a few seconds as the Dementors escorted him to Azkaban. Everything including trust, friendship, love, and innocence.

/End Flashback/

Harry woke up with a start. It's been a long time since he had those memories in his dreams. The dark memories were everyday, but the full memory was rare. Apollo seemed to realized the pain in Harry's mind.

Why do you keep everything in?

Harry sighed. "Because I want to."

It's not good.

"I'm going to go to sleep. That dream killed my good rest."

When have you ever had a good rest? Harry ignored that question, but deep inside, he knew Apollo was right.

Ginny followed her supervisor around, asking him questions about Harry's escape. "Why won't you let me go with the other Aurors to look?" asked Ginny, hotly, "I'm a good enough Auror, right?"

Her supervisor, Tim Vanes sighed. "Look, Ginny, I don't want to make anything worse for you."

"How could it be worse?" asked Ginny. Tim grabbed a scroll from his desk and walked out. Ginny followed him. "Aren't you going to tell me how it could be worse?"

"Because I know your feelings are really strong," said Tim, frustrated. Ginny was willing to annoy him to the ends of the Earth, until he gave her permission.

She snorted. "Feelings? Come on, Tim...don't lie. You know that every Auror that was sent out to look for Harry is scared out of his pants. I can tell that you're scared Tim."

Tim turned to her, his eyes blazing. "Ginerva Weasley," he snarled. "An Auror is not suppose to be scared. They're supposed to accept what is in front of them according to evidence. Yes, they have feelings, but every Auror is trained for bravery. I don't send my rookies out there unless I know they're brave enough." He handed the secretary the scroll and went back.

"So you don't think I'm brave enough?" asked Ginny, menacingly.

Tim's bright blue eyes grew dark. Ginny could see the lines forming in his aged face. "If you have bravery, Ginerva Weasley," he said slowly and almost in a whisper so only Ginny would hear. "You would've taken the stand at the court on October 14 two years ago." With that, he went back into his office. Ginny stood there, flabbergasted. She stormed into his office. "Miss Weasley, what have I said? Do you want a probation?"

Ginny closed the door. "Sir, what do you mean?"

Tim continued writing on his scroll, but he did reply. "What I mean, Miss Weasley, is if your bravery have kicked in and you spoke for yourself, we wouldn't be ashamed of sending an innocent man to prison."

Ginny's brown eyes grew wide. "What?" She whispered. "So...he is really innocent?" Tim looked up at her, his white eyebrows raised up high on his forehead.

"Miss Weasley, discussions here are meant to be kept only in this room between you and me," he said, threateningly. "I have no say in this anymore."

"But, how...why do you consider that he's innocent?"

"Why do you consider that he's guilty?" asked Tim, without looking up.

Ginny scowled. "I didn't say anything about considering him guilty."

Tim looked at her shortly then turned back to his report. "You proved that wrong two years ago."

"I...I was outspoken."

"No one is ever outspoken. Didn't you realize that only your brother testified? Didn't you realize that they gave your brother Veritaserum and not Harry Potter? If they would given Potter Veritaserum, then they would know what is the truth. But they didn't." Time lowered his voice. "I'm going to tell you something, Miss Weasley, that you have to keep this between us. Sometimes what we see as the truth lies. Sometimes what we see as justice can turn everyone the wrong way." Ginny frowned.

"Still...how do you know that Harry's innocent?"

Tim waved his wand. A blue folder appeared on his desk. He handed it to Ginny. "I trust your hands with this. I doubt that the person that wrote this could become the person that they said he was a few months later. And...according to the essays that he wrote, I highly doubt everything they say is true, Miss Weasley. Read it carefully and remember, I want it back."

"Why?" asked Ginny.

"Minerva McGonagall handed me that file specifically. I still have hopes in having that Auror on my team." Ginny stared at the aged man. The hair on his head was white as snow, the lines one his face deepened everyday, but his spirit was stronger than anyone she had ever met. Besides Harry. Ginny opened the file.

"Name, Harry James Potter," whispered Ginny. She looked at Tim. He handed her the parchment that he was writing on.

"Get your lazy ass on the field, Weasley. Dementors are very fast according to how the Minister wants everything done."

Ginny read the note. "Ginerva Weasley, given permission by her training supervisor, Timothy Vanes to be on case M-5142A." Tim handed her a card.

"Consider yourself an early graduate," said Tim with a small wink. Ginny took her ID card and smiled.

"Thank you, Sir," she said.

"Now, go. This better turned out good because I'm bending the rules, Weasley."

Ginny nodded. "Yes, sir." She clipped her ID on her robe. "Don't worry." She went out of his office. She clutched the folder tightly in her arms.

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