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

One way ticket to hell

Harry woke up a few hours later after a few painful jolts from his scar bathing in sweat. To say Voldemort was happy was the understatement of the century. He was practically bouncing with glee and that's not in Voldemort's every day behaviour. He probably wouldn't be as happy again until he killed Dumbledore and himself and conquer Britain.

"Macnair reported my sentence to his master and after my vision I couldn't be going to a better place for him to come and get me." Harry said to himself shivering violently.

Flashback

He was in a cold room lit by only two torches sitting in a throne like chair with a giant snake curled up around it. A soft knock on the door echoed trough the room. "Come in Macnair, I've been waiting for you." came an ice cold reply. "I'm sorry master to keep you waiting but the Weasley boy made quite an exit and I couldn't leave immediately. Potter" he spat " has been sentenced by the minister to 52 years and two life sentences in Azkaban plus The Kiss but I heard he was going to wait a while before giving it until mid-August." "Very well. We will free my followers the first week of August. Macnair, you will be rewarded. Check your personal V-vault at Gringotts. You should be pleasantly surprised." "I thank you my Lord." Macnair shuffled backwards without turning his back on his master and had just reached the door when his Master called him "Oh, and Macnair. This is for letting me wait, CRUCIO!"

End flashback

Harry was wondering what he meant with the V-vault when the door from his flew open and clattered against the wall. A bald black auror stepped in. "Harry, My name is Kingsley Shacklebolt and I'm here to escort you to Azkaban but I am also someone who helps Dumbledore and his organization. I can't get you out of here now but we're working on it so hold on whatever happens, ok? I can't explain everything now but we believe you didn't do it. Here, drink this, it will help against the effects of the Dementors for about a week", Harry was stunned for a second but he had had enough of this rubbish "Screw Dumbledore, he put me in that hell house with my relatives from the seventh circle of hell or maybe even descendants from the devil himself when it comes to threading me for my own bloody protection and now I'm going to Azkaban thanks to him so sod off. I would rather suffer than except any more "help" from you people."

Kingsley was stunned by this but didn't give up. "Listen Harry..." "No you listen," Harry yelled "leave me alone, all of you. I've been locked in that house for almost fifteen years and four of those I didn't have to for "my own good". Well a lot of good it did me. I'm going to get The Kiss. Is that also for my own protection. Leave me alone, I can save myself. I faced Voldemort" Kingsley flinched "three times already and that's probably more than any of you can say and I lived to tell the tale what nobody else can say unless they ran for their lives like little scared kids and escaped him with a lot off luck. I faced him three times and fought against him every time and now I'm going to get sent to Azkaban where I'll be a sitting duck for Voldemort" Kingsley flinched again "and I won't be able to fight back. Even Dumbledore can't get me out of there in time and I don't even want him to. If I get the Kiss at least I won't be a pawn of Dumbledore anymore so why don't you go mind your own business. So far I've handled things a lot better than you, don't you think?"

After that Kingsley didn't say another word but let him cool down a bit and after about twenty-five minutes they left and after going trough the barrier, they were joined by two other aurors and led Harry to one of the elevators at the right end of the corridor. Kingsley knew that Harry was right with the arguments he had mentioned for as far as he was informed. Mrs. Weasley was arguing with Dumbledore on one of the meetings of the order about Harry's relatives. He always thought that The Boy Who Lived would live in a loving and caring family but after what he heard he was starting to doubt about the glorious live this boy was supposed to have. He pressed the button for the elevator to come down. A few seconds later an elevator came down. The fence shoved open and Harry, Kingsley and the other two aurors stepped in. Kingsley pushed on the button with number six on it. Harry assumed it was still early because there weren't many people around.

The elevator rose and stopped on level six when a cool woman's voice announced: "Department of Magical Transportation, including Floo Network Authority, Broom Regulation Control, Portkey Office and Apparation Test Center.

They both go out and took the first door on the right into the portkey office. The two other aurors waited outside of the office.

The office was pretty small with two other doors labelled Departures and Arrivals behind a counter where a witch was reading the daily prophet. When she heard the door being closed and saw who had entered she quickly muffled the newspaper away. "Probably another story about me." Harry angrily thought.

"Hello Mrs. Edgecombe. I'm here to take a prisoner to Azkaban." Kingsley said. "Of course Mr. Shacklebolt, here is your portkey. Please sign here" Kingsley signed and she gave Kinsley a pair of shackles and secured his left arm with Harry's right. Kingsley stepped towards the door labelled Departures behind the counter dragging Harry with him and stepped trough. They were in a plain square room with withe walls. "Well, this is my one way ticket to hell" Harry thought and started feeling nauseous only thinking about where he was going to spend the rest of his days.

"Here we go." Kingsley said and tapped three times with his wand against the shackles and of they were.

Author notes: I know the first few chapters will be rather short but somewhere around chapter seven they will get longer. Wizard's oath. Reviews are still welcome.