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
The trial
Then the door flew open and slammed against the wall. A very strict looking auror came in and said "It's time"
Outside of his cell stood two more aurors who walked behind them while the strict looking auror led the way up a long spiralling staircase lit by torches drawing his wand just as the stair stopped at a solid wall. The auror muttered some words and stepped trough it. Harry shrugged and just followed. It was just like the barrier on platform 9³/4.
He was in a plain hall, on one end there was a plain black door and on the other end there was something that looked like elevators. The walls where all lit with torches.
He was steered towards the plain black door but just as they were about to reached it they turned left into as small staircase witch you could easily miss if you didn't look for it. On the bottom he was led trough a corridor lit by torches towards two heavy wooden doors with iron bolts and many keyholes.
Once inside he knew where he was. He had seen it before in Dumbledore's pensieve when Bellatrix and Barty Crouch Jr. were convicted. On the raised benches sat a whole bunch of wizards and witches with in the front row a very smug looking Fudge who was indeed almost bouncing off the walls from excitement.
On the left side sat a very surprised looking Percy Weasley. "Minister, what is the meaning of this?" he asked in a tone not unlike his mother when she was angry. "Silence!" Fudge ordered "this is the day when the wizarding community will know that Dumbledore and Potter have been lying about the fact that He Who Must Not Be Named has returned."
There was some murmur in the room until Fudge ordered another silence. Fudge began speaking: "Harry James Potter, you are accused for the murder of Cedric Diggory, the use of two Unforgivable Curses and using them on a fellow schoolmate and are hereby judged by the full Wizengamot minus Albus Dumbledore and Cecilia Bonkers.
They led him to a chair in the middle of the room and was immediately shackled by the chains hanging on it.
"So when professor Dumbledore is not around you have the courage to sue me eh, you coward!" Harry boldly yelled "Why don't you get it that Voldemort has returned", the whole crowd shuddered, some gasped for air and two people actually fainted but Harry continued like he didn't notice "do you think Barty Crouch Jr. was helping me?" I killed his master, he'd skin me alive!"
Fudge looked befuddled for a second but then replied: "Of course he would help you, because you defeated his master he thinks you are the new dark lord which I think might even be a reasonable option."
"Are you stupid!" Harry yelled "After what that bastard did to my family do you think I would follow in his footsteps!"
"Let's get to the point." Fudge ordered "Bring in the first witness!"
The doors opened and Macnair was led in by one of the aurors. Harry recognised his features from the graveyard
"Are you insane," Harry jelled "he's probably one of Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters and your going to let him testify against me?" "Well, he is the only witness who is still alive. You killed the other one!" Fudge angrily replied "Besides, don't you think I now who I can trust from my on staff." "Obviously not." Harry snorted.
"Keep your thoughts to yourself, you are still on trial here." Fudge replied turning another shade of purple. "I don't really see the point for putting me on trial, your going to send me to Azkaban anyway, this is just one of your stunts to get the people behind you and make me and Dumbledore look like liars.", Harry calmly stated.
Fudge mumbled something to himself and then said: "Let's hear the witness."
"What is your name and profession?" Fudge asked. "Walden Macnair, executioner for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures Committee."
Macnair stepped forward and began speaking: "I was on ministry business hunting down a dangerous animal with a colleague of mine when I was passing trough a graveyard and suddenly Mr. Potter and Mr. Diggory arrived by portkey. My colleague was about 35 feet behind me, we were just coming out of the woods. I was about to ask them what they were doing there but I was knocked out by the animal I had been hunting.", "What kind of animal was that Mr. Macnair?", Fudge asked. "We believed it was the hippogriff that escaped a few years ago at Hogwarts." Macnair continued: "When I woke up Mr. Potter was having an argument with Mr. Diggory and was using Cruciatus on him. After Mr. Diggory still refused to talk Mr. Potter used the killing curse, took Mr. Diggory's body and left by portkey before I could intervene. I found my colleague unconscious a bit behind me."
"Thank you Mr. Macnair, you can go now." Fudge politely said "Bring in Mr. Macnair's colleague.", he ordered.
Macnair went to the back of the room and sat down on one of the benches near the door.
The doors opened again and a young man in his mid-thirties walked in. He was rather tall with dark brown hair and bright bleu eyes, there was something strange about those eyes Harry noticed. They looked like the person who they belonged to wasn't using them, like he was controlled. And then it hit Harry, Macnair was controlling him. Harry knew it wasn't any use of telling it to anyone as there is no counter curse to it and if he did it would just convince the Wizengamot that Fudge was right and that he was a liar. He also didn't because the fellow didn't seem to be fighting it and even be willing to cooperate. He didn't know how but he could sense these things. He had noticed it last year in Defence Against the Dark Arts but didn't spend any more time thinking about it with all the events going on. When the fake Moody was showing it to them on the spider he could sense that the spider didn't want to but was too fascinated by it to wonder what the feeling was. When Moody put it on the students he had felt it that the students didn't want to do those things while others felt anxious to feel it and cooperated with the Imperius curse.
"What is your name and profession?" Fudge asked. "Thomas Green, co-executioner for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures Committee."
"Do you recall what happened the night you and Mr. Macnair were on the graveyard?" Fudge asked. The young man stepped forward and began speaking in a monotone voice: "I was walking behind Mr. Macnair when we saw two people appear. I didn't recognize them right away, Mr. Macnair was just about to go towards them when the hippogriff came out of nowhere and knocked him out. The two were arguing and didn't notice anything. I stepped backwards trying to get away from the hippogriff that looked like he wasn't very happy when I tripped over a rock and fell on my back. The last thing I remembered was the hippogriff jumping up and knocking me out with a kick against my skull. I woke up in St. Mungo's and spent a week there recovering from my injury." "Yeah right, recovering from Voldemort's punishment after you let me get away is more likely." Harry thought "So he's probably one of Voldemort's last recruits before he was defeated, how interesting. " He was wondering if Voldemort was already trying to recruit more Death Eaters when Fudge spoke again.
"Thank you Mr. Green," he said "Bring in Mrs. Peterson."
Thomas Green turned around towards the doors, greeted Macnair with a slight nod and left. Women around fifty years old with long brown hair and soft brown eyes walked in.
"What is your name and profession?" Fudge asked again. "Julia Peterson, Ministry auror and crime scene investigator."
"You have investigated the graveyard personally I assume?" Fudge asked. "Yes together with two other colleagues of mine we investigated the graveyard for magical signatures and found traces of Mr. Potter's wand. There were only three spells used: the Disarming Spell, the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse. Crucio multiple times." "There were no traces of Mr. Diggory using his wand."
""How could it be that they didn't find any other signatures," Harry was thinking "the Death Eaters must have shot about a hundred curses at me and Voldemort..." Then it dawned on Harry. "We have brother wands so that must mean we have the same magical signatures. As for the rest of the Death Eaters I'm sure that Voldemort must have designed a spell to erase magical signatures or else all of his Death Eaters would have been caught a long time ago when they were killing muggles and wizards for fun in Voldemort's first reign of terror. And that's why Wormtail used Voldemort's wand to kill Cedric and not his own wand or else he couldn't have come out Voldemort's wand. To make it look like mine and after he killed me it would look like I killed Cedric and then myself."
Harry's train of thoughts was derailed when a thunderous crash sounded throughout the courtroom. Harry was looking down at his feet and looked up. He saw Fudge lying on the floor badly injured by the wooden table Percy had been writing on when Harry had entered the courtroom. Harry looked to his left just to see Percy banishing a very heavy looking section of the raised benches towards Macnair who was stunned with fear and was squashed behind the giant piece of woodwork with such force that the courtroom shuddered. He stood there panting with his wand in his hand looking furious. "Boy, I was wondering what he got from his mother's side, now I know. Her temper." Harry was smirking.
Percy shook himself from his anger and walked out of the courtroom while shouting: "It's all lies I tell you." Not one auror made an attempt to stop him.
"Bring the boy back to his cell." Fudge ordered while the witch that was sitting next to him was helping him up "The verdict will be announced tomorrow." Some aurors were trying to free Macnair from under the rubble but didn't look like they were working very fast to get him out.
Harry was led back to his cell by the same aurors that brought him and ten minutes later another auror came in with a tray of food. Harry wasn't very hungry, he was far too nervous to eat.
He fell asleep after a few hours out of pure exhaustion only to wake up a couple of hours later after another nightmare. He just lay on his bed wide awake thinking about how many years they were going to send him to Azkaban. He knew that he was going anyway, Fudge had already taken care of that. The trial was just for show to give him a reason to send him there, else he would have lost all the confidence of the people.
He knew he was in deep shit now. Dementors weren't really his favourite kind of creatures in the first place looking back at his history of encounters with them.
After what seemed like an eternity on of the aurors opened the door of his cell. "it's time, are you ready?" he asked. "To get send to Azkaban?" Of course I'm ready." Harry said in a very cold voice dripping with sarcasm. Whatever the auror was expecting for an answer that wasn't it. "I'm sorry," Harry said "It's not your fault that buffoon of a minister is afraid to face the truth."
The auror nodded and led him back to the courtroom accompanied by two others.
He sat back in the chair with the chains but this time they didn't shackle him, instead they hung loose on the chair.
Fudge stood up leaning on a cane. "Harry James Potter, you are accused for the murder of Cedric Diggory, the use of two unforgivable curses and the torture of a human being with the Cruciatus curse." Harry felt his stomach tighten.
"For the killing of Cedric Diggory," Fudge continued "I..., I mean WE sentence you to 52 years in Azkaban. For the use of two Unforgivable Curses we sentence you to two times life sentence and for the torture of Cedric Diggory with the Cruciatus curse we sentence you to THE KISS!" Fudge roared like a kid in a candy store.
"Nononononono," Harry panicked silently "they can't do this to me."
"What am I going to do, they betrayed me. Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, All my so-called friends are going to let me go to Azkaban, even Dumbledore didn't showed up to defend me. Where is the protection from my "family" now." Harry thought "NO," he yelled to himself "I WON'T LET THIS HAPPEN. I WILL MAKE THEM PAY!"
"Fudge," Harry roared with such rage that it looked like he had cast a Sonorous charm on himself "this isn't over, mark my words you stupid fool. Let's see how you think of me when Voldemort is standing in front of you taking over the country. Then you can tell yourself I made it all up and it's just a bad dream only you will probably never wake up, mark my words!" and with that Harry collapsed.
Author notes: reviews are welcome.