Summary: It's Harry's fifth year and the war between Good and Evil is starting. Voldemort is on the rise and is trying to tip the balance to the side of Evil. Harry discovers new powers not even the Gods could dream about and learns some interesting facts after he is thrown into Azkaban by Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. What Fudge doesn't know is that he just triggered the series of events that will lead to the greatest battle the history of muggles as well as the history of wizards have ever seen.

Warning: swearing, angst and tragedy.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's note this is my first attempt at fanfiction so don't expect too much and enjoy reading this fic.

Harry potter and the betrayal of trust

Christmas for fudge

The moment uncle Vernon opened the door all hell broke loose.

"WHAT ARE YOU FREAKS DOING AT MY HOUSE" he was bellowing while turning a violent shade of purple and a vein on his forehead started pounding dangerously.

In front of nr. 4 Privet Drive stood five terrified Ministry Aurors. Whatever they were expecting from the family of the Boy Who Lived, this wasn't it. The Auror who stood closest to Vernon Dursley recomposed first when he saw Harry and he took a piece of parchment out of his pocket and started reading out loud looking very reluctant.

"Harry James Potter, you are hereby taken into custody for the murder of Cedric Diggory and the use of two Unforgivable Curses. You will stand trial on the fifth of July."

Singed

Cornelius Oswald Fudge

Minister of magic

Harry was fuming from his seat at the kitchen table. "What is all this." he was wondering. They were accusing him of Cedric's murder and the use of two unforgivables. This couldn't be, he was just about to ask the auror what was going on when uncle Vernon's booming voice started to interrupt his train of thoughts.

"I KNEW IT THAT FREAK WAS A CRIMINAL JUST LIKE HIS FREAK OF A FATHER, WELL YOUR GOING TO GET IT NOW BOY" Uncle Vernon was bellowing. He picked Harry up by his collar and threw him across the hall outside before the aurors and then went to open the cupboard, picked up Harry's trunk and shoved it trough the front door while spitting the words, "WE SHOWED YOU KINDNESS BY LETTING YOU INTO OUR HOUSE AND LETTING YOU EAT OUR FOOD. I THOUGHT I COULD BEAT THAT ABNORMALITY OUT OF YOU BUT NO, YOU HAD TO BECOME JUST LIKE YOUR CRIMINAL FATHER." "AND TAKE THIS WITH YOU. YOU BLOODY FREAK AND NEVER SHOW YOUR FACE HERE AGAIN"

And with that he slammed the door shut. The aurors looked disgusted and were probably ready to hex the man right into next week just for the comment of his father and the way they treated him. They helped Harry up and picked up his trunk.

"Is he always like that", the senior auror asked. "Well at least he didn't start throttling me" Harry replied. Now the auror was advancing towards the door when another stopped him and started arguing. After about two minutes the other had convinced the senior auror to just let it be. It wouldn't be in the best interest for him if he was charged for the murder of a defenceless muggle. Harry didn't think that after what he had heard he was just going to have a friendly talk with uncle Vernon in the living room.

"How are we getting to the ministry?" Harry asked. "We take a portkey." the senior auror replied still not looking happy. The auror grabbed a rope from his pocket and everyone got a hold of it. The auror tapped it three times with his wand and then the familiar tug behind his navel and the swirling. Harry landed with a thump on cold grey floor. "The trick is to stay in the position that you left and don't move, you know. Didn't anyone tell you that?" the eldest auror said. "Guess not."

"Where am I?" Harry asked. "In one of the cells under the ministry of course" one of the other aurors answered. "Do they really believe I killed Cedric?" "We don't, but we don't have any choice, we're sorry to put you trough this." "Fudge is having a splendid day I guess." "He was practically bouncing of the walls when he gave us this," nodding towards the parchment "especially since Albus Dumbledore has left the country for a few days." "Oh, now I get it. When Dumbledore's not around Fudge has the courage to sue me, no doubt with a little help from Lucius Malfoy."

"He really is predictable isn't he" one of the aurors said "the stupid buffoon doesn't know what he's doing to the wizarding world." "By not admitting He Who Must Not Be Named is back he puts a lot of people in danger because they're attacked unaware of the danger lurking out there." the senior auror added.

And with that the aurors began checking his trunk and found his wand there and scanned him for magical objects. They threw him a robe and left shutting the door behind them.

He began looking around in his cell. A single candle floating in a bubble near the ceiling lit up the room. In the corner farthest from the door was a bed made of solid rock with a thin mattress on top if it with a single pillow and withe blanket. There was a toilet and a sink in the corner next to the bed and a table with a chair against the wall next to the door with a few books on top of it.

"I don't think the cells in Azkaban look like this." he thought out loud. He sat at the table and began reading a novel about a young wizard trying to save the world by fighting the dark forces and by doing so make the witch he loves so much fall in love with him. "Some things are the same everywhere. If it was just as simple as in those novels." he was thinking. After a while he went to sleep just for waking up a few hours later screaming.

But this time it wasn't just by his scar hurting. He had a nightmare about what happened on the graveyard.

He stood there next to Cedric. "Wands out you think?" "Kill the spare." "Kill the spare." "Kill the spare." Cedric's ghost came out of Voldemort's wand. "Why didn't you save me Harry" "Yes Harry, Why didn't you save us?" his parents asked. Then all of the graves burst open and all the people he knew came towards him asking why he didn't save them.

After a few hours of silent tears falling down his cheeks he wondered if it was a vision of the future. "No," he said to himself "I won't let that happen to them, I would rather die in their place than letting any of them die." While he said it he could feel something, like his eyes were warming up and his hands began itching. He could have really used Hedwig right now. Stroking her always calmed him.

He was hoping Dumbledore got back soon and would try to get him out of this mess.

"this is just great!", he said to himself "Voldemort is on the rise, I'm his biggest target and here I am being sentenced for a crime he committed just because Fudge refuses to pull his head out of his arse and risk his reputation and now he is going to put me in a place Voldemort is probably already planning to take over." Harry thought out loud. "Not that Fudge is smart enough to think of that."

Outside of his cell door a black bald auror was taken aback by the train of thoughts the Boy Who Lived had.

"Voldemort is going to have a celebration over this one." he thought "Now he can do whatever he wants and there isn't anybody to stop him," "Dumbledore's out of the country, I'm going to be in Azkaban and Fudge is in denial." "How am I going to get out of this one?"

Then the door flew open and slammed against the wall. A very strict looking auror came in and said "It's time"

Author notes: Just because Harry is also on trial in me story doesn't mean I'm going to follow the story line from OotP. The first few chapters will probably be a little short but once the story really starts they will get longer. Reviews are welcome.