Disclaimer: characters don't belong to me, though don't I wish.

The next couple of weeks were almost unbearable for Harry. He was expected to get up before everyone else in the house and make breakfast, then wash the dishes and clean the house. Around noon he made lunch, then worked out in the yard mowing the grass, trimming the bushes, and weeding the garden. After super he was sent up to the room he was staying in while Vernon and Petunia watched the news and Dudley went out with his gang, the Tigers, which he was the leader of, and spent the night beating kids up and vandalizing public property.

Most of the time he was home by one in the morning, and the three of them would trudge up the stairs, Vernon checking in on Harry to make sure he was in bed. One night, though, while Harry was sitting up in his room, there was a loud crash down stairs and worried voices talking very fast at around ten o'clock. Harry couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could hear random words here and there like blood, stabbing, Polkiss, and Harry mention.

Though he was curious as to what was happening, he didn't dare go down to see what was wrong. Figuring he would find out what had happened in the morning, Harry lie down on his bed and fell to sleep almost immediately, so exhausted from his day of work that he didn't hear his door slowly creaking open or the person creeping across the room, hiding the bloodied sweatshirt and knife where they could easily be found if one looked.

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That morning, Harry was rudely awakened by a horde of cops bursting through his door, shouting at him to not move and pointing their guns at him. Sitting up in his bed, Harry looked around the room bewilderedly, but as he slowly came awake, his eyes widened and he froze in shock and fear. When he recovered enough to respond, he raised his arms above his head and looked around wildly. Petunia, Vernon and Dudley were all standing behind the police with smug, confident expressions.

When Harry saw their pleased faces he really began to worry. The only time Dudley EVER looked happy was when he know something truly awful was about to happen to Harry. He was brought back from his musings on what terrible fate was about to befall him when one of the officers came forward and threw a black hooded sweatshirt with a tiger on the front and blood spattered on it, along with a silver switch-blade onto his bed.

Harry looked up from the items lying on his bed to the officer who had put them there and instinctively leaned back away from the look of hatred in his eyes. When he spoke, his voice seemed to hold the same disdain that his expression had, and Harry had to fight not to cringe back again. "Harry James Potter, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Piers Polkiss.You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law

You have the right to an attorney and to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you at no cost. During any questioning, you may decide at any time to exercise these rights, not answer any questions or make any statements. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"(A/N: I don't think they have the Miranda Rights in England, but I'm adding them here because I think it makes it sound more like a real arrest. That and I have no clue how people are arrested in Britain, so I'll just stick with the American way.)

Harry just stared at the man, baffled at what was happening. When he didn't answer the question, the man asked again, leaning in and invading his personal space. Harry nodded his head distractedly, not knowing what, exactly, he was saying yes to.

After he had given his answer, two of the other officers roughly pulled him off the bed and handcuffed his arms behind his back. They then lead him past the Dursleys, down the stairs and out of the house to the waiting police cars. As he got inot the backseat of the first car, harry looked over to where the Dursleys were standing. They all still had triumphant expressions on their faces, and Harry was sure that they had something to so with this whole mess.

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The trial didn't last long. Though the Polkiss boy was now in a stable condition, Harry was still being charged with attempted murder, which would mean he'd spend most of his young life in prison if he were found guilty, which he was.

Despite the fact that Harry had declared his innocence innumerous times and had told the judge that the knife and hoodie found in his room were not his but Dudley's and the Dursleys were conspiring against him, nobody had believed him. It was his word against the Dursley's, and somehow they had also gotten the other boys from the Tigers to testify against him as well.

So that is how Harry James Potter, orphaned son of James Potter and Lily Evans, came to be in his current predicament. His only solace as he had been carted away to Hogwarts School for Juvenile Delinquents was the fact that, since he was no longer abiding under their roof, Vernon and Petunia Dursley were no longer getting the support checks the lawyers had been sending. Harry had found the looks on their faces when they were told this bit of news very amusing indeed. It almost made the whole idea of being incarcerated worth it. Almost.

A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I didn't want to spend to much time on Harry's arrest and trial, so I condensed them into one chappie.

The next chapter: - Harry meets his cellmate; Harry and Draco argue; we meet Zach.