Darkness or Light?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Harry Potter. This has been a brainchild of mine since some time and since there are also writers who have had the same idea before me I would like to thank them for giving people ideas to write. This will be short so don't count on it being long. Harry will land into Azkaban after Dumbledore failed to get the judges believe in Harry's innocence. Harry then begins to feel new feeling that he had repressed for some time. Now lets get the story written because you are all anxious to read it.


The Trial and the new Cellmate


Harry looked at the judges with his eyes staring defiantly at them. He could practically see the gears turning in Fudge's mind and he could see the grin of that fat toad woman widening as she probably had an idea to get him into Azkaban. The fact that an entire Wizengamot excluding Dumbledore was glaring at him didn't d much to reassure him that he was going home again. Probably there was something they would mention. After being called to the stand Miss Figg had made some impression upon Miss Bones but then the witch looked at Harry again and he saw that he had convinced her somehow. While he didn't know what to do in the court he did have a faint idea that this was going to end badly for him. While Dumbledore smiled at him once he still wasn't assured that he would be getting off without punishment. He didn't know who had set the Dementors on him but he knew it had to be someone with a great dislike or hatred for him. He could practically feel the anger radiating of Miss Umbridge as she looked at him with a toadish grin on her ace. Harry gulped as Minister Fudge poke:

"Well Mister Potter. Since the last witness was unreliable and her testimony was shaky at best would you like to explain the court why you did magic in the vicinity of your cousin? For all we know he might tell his friends all about you being a wizard and that would lead to the revelation to the muggles that the wizarding world exists and that there actually is magic in the world."

Harry snorted at that and he said:

"My cousin is far too afraid of magic to tell anyone. He might know that I am a wizard but then again why didn't he tell anyone about me being a wizard for the four years I have known myself to be a wizard. Please tell me why I should be allowed to stay at their house and not be allowed to be defending myself and my cousin against Dementor's? And might I enquire o what you are doing here? I can't seem to recall that the minister could take a personal interest in the matters of the court. I even think that it is totally unnecessary tat you would be here together with the Wzaenmagot. As I seem to recall the Wizenmagot is effectively the arm of the law here in the wizarding world. Then why should they come here at the trial of a fifteen year old boy doing magic to protect himself? Why should they be here as they normally do Processes against Death Eaters. AM I some sort of Death Eater that why would send me to Azkaban for doing magic when not allowed to? Just to protect myself from a soulsucking beast?"

The Wizenmagot murmured and Fudge turned an interesting shade of puce. Harry thought that Vernon could do better because he could also manage to make his face resemble a walrus with his large moustache.

Then Fudge spoke up again and the noise quieted:

"Enough of this foolishness. This is us trying to decide whether you should go to prison or leave here unscathed. All in favour of letting Mister Potter walk away scot-free raise heir hand."


Madam Bones and some members of the Wizenmagot raised their hands but the majority of the Wizenmagot kept their hands down. Harry felt his heart constricting as Fudge called for the people who thought him to be sentenced to Azkaban. That was more then half of the assembled people. What would the world think if their saviour went to Azkaban. They would lose faith and Fudge would have total control and Voldemort would throw the entire nation into Anarchy.

Suddenly Harry had an epiphany: Why would he stop Voldemort. If they were willing to condemn him to Azkaban then what worth did they have to him. All they were to him was a bunch of people assembled to do some court stuff. They could be disposed off as easily as he waved his hand.

Fudge spoke up again and sad:

"Harry James Potter we condemn you to fifteen years in Azkaban Prison for doing magic when not allowed to. Case closed."

Harry looked at Fudge and said:

"Fudge you have just made a grave error. Whenever I get free you'll face public humiliation and the loss of your beloved position as minister. Just remember that when I am released."


Two Dementor's came in and Harry heard his parents screaming again in his head but it was somehow muted. He felt two cold and clammy hands take hold of his arms and he felt himself being lifted out of the chair and was accompanied to the exit of the courtroom.


He looked at Dumbledore and saw that he man wasn't even crying. Or even looking at him!He felt a pang of betrayal flow through him and he knew that he wouldn't get out of this. He was dragged away and reappeared on Azkaban Island. He was thrown into a cell by a burly auror. He sat down on the floor and sighed at his predicament.


When Albus Dumbledore got back to Grimmauld Place the place went from relative calm to becoming a nuthouse. Everybody was screaming about how unfair it was and stuff. Only Ron and Hermione kept quiet. They had their own thoughts on this matter. Harry had shown to be an attention seeking git at the beginning of the fourth year and they still didn't trust him well enough. Hermione had pretended to be his friend while Ron had left him in the cold. Only because Dumbledore wished so he had once made peace with the boy again and they felt nothing but resentment as they saw Harry clutching the body of Cedric. They hadn't shown that to him in the brief time they had been together before the end I the fifth year and Ron said to the group of Order members:

"Now the foul Slytherin rears its head. I knew he should have been Sorted into Slytherin. The Hat wanted to put him there and now look what he has done. He is always trying to get more fame by spouting off that he had been attacked by Dementors. Let the guy rot in Azkaban. I bet he even killed off Cedric for fun."

The Order looked at Ron and stared. Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Alastor Moody and Sirius stared with astonishment at the boy who dared to proclaim that and as Ron was ushered out of the room Dumbledore poke up:

"Young mister Weasley might be right. The boy did indeed mention in his second year that he would have been sorted into Slytherin. I managed to persuade him to think it over and that the sign of Gryffindor's sword falling out of the Hat was a sign that he belonged into Gryffindor. I do not know why Harry would kill the late Mister Diggory but I suspect it had something to do with his girlfriend, a lady which Harry had taken a liking to. But he is better off in Azkaban then in this house. I am afraid Harry might have turned Dark and has joined Lord Voldemort while in the Triwizard competition."


Sirius couldn't take the verbal abuse of his godson anymore and he spoke up:

"HOW DARE YOU SAY SOMETHING ABOUT HARRY! HE HAS SACRIFICED SO MUCH AND STILL YOU THINK HE HAS TURNED DARK? OLD MAN YOU MUST HAVE GONE SENILE BECAUSE THERE IS NO WAY THE SON OF LILY AND JAMES WOULD EVER TURN DARK. AND NOW HE IS IN AZKABAN. DID YOU HAVE NO OPPORTUNITY TO TRY AND GET HIM OUT? THAT'S IT! I'M LEAVING THE ORDER. HERE HAVE MY ORDER PORTKEY AND MY ORDER MEMBERSHIP CARD. AND NOW LEAVE MY HOUSE! IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE MY GODSON IS INNOCENT THEN YOU CAN LEAVE THIS HOUSE NEVER TO RETURN! BEGONE!"

Then Sirius sat down breathing heavily while staring at the members of the Order who were assembled:

"Get out! Didn't you hear what I said to your leader? I refuse to be part of any organisation that involves throwing my godson into a hell on earth."


Then he took off his necklace with the portkey attached and threw it at Dumbledore who sat stunned at the table. Then a card was thrown next to it and Sirius stood up and walked out of the room with a last parting comment:

"Those that believe in Harry please remain. The rest of you traitors can rot in hell for all I care."

The Order stared at the irate animagus ex-convict and Sirius growled and they moved out. Dumbledore said:

"Then Mister Black I am presuming you wish to end our agreement? It is indeed unfortunate that Mister Potter has been sent to Azkaban but that is the way things go. Please come with me to the kitchen where I will talk with you about current affairs."

Sirius grumbled but agreed while the rest of the Order remained in the room and was buzzing with comments like:

"Why would Sirius throw us out? He was so kind as to allow us to remain here. Why did the guy kick us out? Just For Potter?"


Bellatrix Lestrange looked up as her cell door opened and a boy was thrown in by a burly author she had come to know as being called Bartles. She studied the boy from her corner of her cell and then began to note several things. First the boy was extremely skinny and was sitting on the floor with a downcast look in his eyes. She looked him over and found him to be quite attractive by just judging his looks. While skinny he seemed well-muscled ad she wondered why in the name if Merlin he was thrown in here. She got up from her corner and wandered over to him and sat down next to him.


Harry heard something move in the cell and knew he was not alone. He turned and saw a woman with a skinny frame walking towards him. Well walking wasn't what she was on. More like she was trying to drag herself to him. Harry studied her face and found her to be hauntingly familiar to him. She looked at him with curiosity and then sat down next to him. She wore robes that seemed to be almost disintegrated by time and Harry wondered how long she had been here. He found her face t be familiar but couldn't place where he had seen her before. Suddenly a scream pierced the air and Harry stared in the direction where it had come from.


She saw him look as her husband screamed a cry of agony as he seemingly was passed by the Dementors that were patrolling the area. She looked at him and seemed to recognise something of a former student of Hogwarts. She had been in the same year as he had been and he always pranked people especially the Slytherins. She remembered her cousin hanging around with the boy and recalled his name: James Potter. It had been James Potter with who she had gone out with to the Christmas ball in her fourth year. Then here still were balls to celebrate events. For this kid t look so much like him must mean that there is a relation between the two. Suddenly it all clicked in her head and she said at a soft tone:

"Harry?"

Harry turned as he heard his name being spoken by his cellmate and then said:

"Yes?"

Bellatrix looked at the lightning bolt scar that adorned his forehead and knew that this boy had killed her master. She extended her hand and said:

"Bellatrix Lestrange. Pleased to meet you."

Harry stared at the extended hand and shook it without thinking and said:

"Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you too miss Lestrange."

Bellatrix giggled as she heard his reply and said:

"I knew your father Mister Potter. And I might say that we had once dated in my fourth year. But still there is the issue of you defeating my Master. For that you shan't be forgiven so easily Mister Potter."


Suddenly there was a cold feeling of dread washing over Harry and he felt anger at the woman he had seen being in a trial in Dumbledore's Pensieve. He saw her being convicted for torturing the Longbottoms. He was about to go and strangle the woman until he heard screams inside his head signifying that the Dementors were coming.


She noticed that he had a murderous expression on his face and he made an attempt to get up and probably do physical harm to her. She got into a defensive position and watched as he got up and then started to walk to her. Suddenly she heard the rustling of cloaks and she felt the effects of a Dementor being near. Ashe had managed to block out the screams after a year so she only heard some muttering of pain in her head. While she had training in Occlumency she also knew that Harry had no such defence and thus would be subjected to the worst memories he ever had. She saw him struggle to remain upright but then saw him fall forwards and realised that he was about to fall directly on top of her. She braced herself for the impact and felt his body hitting her. It was a smack which made her skin hurt. She threw him off of her and watched him spasm on the floor and he was shouting something about someone named Cedric that he didn't have to die. She decided to try and calm him down a little as she did not want to have to listen to him scream for much longer. She gathered his head in her arms and softly stroked his hair until he calmed down a little. Then he calmed down completely and he gained a peaceful look. When his breathing slowed she noticed a tear on the corner of his eye and wiped it away.


Harry was trying to reach the woman who had hurt the Longbottoms and found the voices in his head increasing in volume. He was overcome by grief and he didn't even feel that he was falling down. When he awoke he felt two hands caressing his hair. He didn't think much of it and let them be. Then he realised exactly where he was and his eyes opened raptly to stare into Bellatrix her violet eyes. Then he got a peaceful expression on his face as he fell asleep with his head in her lap.


Then she fell asleep too not wanting to think about tomorrow when she would have to talk with the boy.


Anyone walking past the cell would feel a feeling of dread crawl up their spine and make themselves scarce from the cell as the Darkness has awoken in the pure soul after being locked there by a wizened old man at age one and never having manifested before. This was the day the boy in Harry potter died. The Demon in Harry Potter has awoken and demands bloody vengeance upon the world.


A new story up and I hope you like it. Next chapter will be out within a short time. I don't know when but I estimate it to be within a week or two. If I got enough spare time of course. It WILL be continued.