Turning point
Harry stood alone. His emerald eyes looking up at the people in the high chairs with heated hatred. Raven hair in messy spikes and barely concealing his lightening bolt scar on his head, while his clothes were still that of Gryffindor robing. There was silence in the hall as they chained him to the floor. They had been casting several charms on him since he had arrived but he hadn't paid any attention to it, for all his attention was drawn on two beings. His best friends, and his greatest enemies.
"Harry Potter. You've been accused of the murder of Dudley Dursely, a muggle. How do you plead." Fudge declared in a hard tone, leaning forward to glare at Harry. Harry finally tearing his attention from the loathesome glares he was recieving from his best friends, landing on the minister.
"Not guilty." Harry declared, recieveing various snarles and screams from the people in the court room. Two of them coming from his friends, who one might add, were holding hands rather tightly. Harry giving his statement turned his eyes back to them with a burning glare.
"After the hearing of Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger you would still plead innocent?" Dumbledore asked from his own spot on the balcony. Harry not even asking his glance at the man. He was truly sick of listening to the ramblings of an old and worthless fool.
"Very well. Give him the truth potion." Fudge declared with a snarl. Harry was willing to bet that had this not been a public hearing they would have just thrown him into azkaban without a moments notice. But here in the eyes of the people he hadn't a choice but to play by the rules. And as Harry tilted his head back to allow the potion everything around him seemed to blur.
"What is your name?" A soothing voice asked him, and Harry finding it impossible to lie to such a caring and warming person.
"Harry Jamison Potter." Harry replied in a drawling voice that was not entirely his own.
"Did you or did you not kill your cousin Dudley Dursely on the night of July 12th?" The voice asked him.
"No, I did not kill Dudley Dursely on said night." And as he said this he heard several more voices now. Most of them gasping, while others namily Ron by his guess where saying he was lying. Then rapidly the court room came into full view again instead of the surrouding blur. Harry vaguely tasting the antidote's after taste in his throat. Harry looking up at Fudge now with a cold gleam in his eyes. The man himself looking rather put out at Harry's declare.
"Very well then. Harry Jamison Potter, you are here by cleared of all charges." Fudge said in a rather pouting voice, which Harry only sneered at as the chains around his arms and legs vanished. Harry standing up and looking at the crowd with full and plain hatred.
"You fools turned your back on me at a moments notice." Harry snapped rubbing his left wrist slightly from the pressure the chains had put on it. "Ready to discard me without a second glance, even the two people I trusted like family." Harry said throwing his glare at Ron and Hermione who looked ashamed and dishearted. "Serves me right I guess." Harry said with a small chuckle before turning his back on the high court to look at the people in the sits behind him. Seven figures standing out above the rest of them. Most were the seventh year Slytherins, except for a blonde haired female who was drapped across a young man with blonde hair and chilled gray eyes. "After all, I chose to put my trust in blood traitors and Mudbloods." Harry said with a smirk looking over his shoulder at the shocked faces of Ron and Hermione. Several people in the crowd crying out in rage. But Harry merely brushed off thier comments while walking up the aisle to leave, but stopped at the back and reached out his hand to the blonde man that caught his eye ealier.
"It seems I've made friends with the wrong sort. Any chance of getting some help?" Harry said with a dark smile, in which the other man returned in full removing his arm around the girl to shake his hand.
"I believe I can Potter." He said before breaking the contact and returning his arm around the girl. Luna's smile spreading across her face as she looked him over, the once dreamy expression gone from her face, replaced by one of regal standing.
"Call me Harry. Potter is too formal for me Draco." Harry said running his fingers through his hair, only to be grabbed roughly by a pair of slender hands. Pansy Parkison pulling him by the sleeve of his robes towards the door.
"Potter, Harry. It doesn't matter which, we need to get you some new clothes." She declared in a furious voice which cause Harry to laugh though he firmly planted his feet into the ground to make them stop.
"Hold on will ya?" Harry said to the girl who was giving him a curious stare. Harry shurgging for a second before he reached up to his robes to the lion patching on his them. "I forgot something." He said ripping that patching off and throwing it to the ground where he stomped on it. "I won't be needing that anymore." He declared before he was pulled out of the clearing by a still ranting Pansy.
Hey there,
Why I wrote this is beyond me.. Could be a one shot, or maybe a story idea for someone. Heck I'll continue it if a few people show interest in it. But I saw a bunch of stories with betrayal in them so I decided to throw my own in there...no idea why though...
Leon
