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

Pleasant holidays

He closed his eyes and felt he faint rush of wind again. He opened his eyes when he heard noise erupt all around him to find himself standing in front of the chair in the execution room in Azkaban.

For a moment he thought Hades and his stay in Hades' realm was just a dream until he saw the scene unfolding before him. In front of him was Fudge, shouting orders looking extremely displeased that Harry Potter had escaped the Kiss, Malfoy was frozen on the spot with a look of utter shock on his face. He heard the heavy doors clatter against the wall behind him and turned around. Dumbledore stormed in with his wand drawn, an action copied by the seventeen people following close behind him. "Harry, thank Merlin we got here on time." Dumbledore managed to say while he was heavily panting.

"Thank the gods instead." Harry said. Dumbledore looked puzzled but Harry ignored it. "As a matter of fact you were too late if certain circumstances hadn't intervened." Harry said, his anger boiling just beneath the surface. This man, who was standing right in front of him, had held a secret that told Harry's fate for four years from him. "No time to think about that now" he scolded himself "the crowd is starting to notice I'm back."

"Ah, Mr. Potter. How nice of you to join us again, where were you the last two minutes? And what are you doing here, Dumbledore." Fudge roared turning violent shade of purple. "Wait, never mind. You're probably here with a good explanation to get Mr. Potter cleared." The Minister continued sarcastically, pointing an accusing finger at Dumbledore. "I'm sick of these lies from you and Potter, Dumbledore. Let the dementor resume its task." Fudge ordered. A man on the side of the room tapped a small black orb with his wand and muttered something but nothing happened. The dementor just remained hovering eerily on the right side of the room. The man looked perplexed and tried again, yet nothing happened.

"Why doesn't it do anything?" Harry wondered.

"Because, child of Equals, you are the only one in this who has the right to command us." A cool monotone voice inside his head responded. Harry looked around bewildered.

"Who said that?" Harry asked to no one in particular.

"I did." The voice responded, and suddenly Harry got the crazy idea that the dementor was talking to him "Yes, It is I who was talking to you. I am a dementor as you like to call us. We use telepathy to communicate." Harry noticed everyone else looking at him strangely, wondering why he was talking to himself.

"Can we have this conversation another time please? I have some business to take care of and I have a lot to explain as it is." Harry asked silently so nobody thought he was speaking to himself and was losing his mind.

"Very well, I will wait until you are finished. My name is Aragir. Call me when you wish to continue our conversation." The dementor answered and floated out of the execution room. The people who were standing behind Dumbledore looked relieved that it was gone.

"Before you try to get my soul sucked out again, I would like to show you something." Harry spoke to Fudge, while levitating the pensieve Hades' gave him to the centre of the room. Others noticed for the first time he still had his wand, but the pensive drew more attention.

"Where did you get that?" Fudge asked turning another shade of purple.

"Will you at least be quiet for once in your miserable life." Harry snapped and cast a silencing charm on Fudge's mouth. The rest of the crowd was looking too intently at the pensieve to notice Fudge's wild gestures for someone to help him. "I will prove my innocence to all of you and show what really happened to Cedric Diggory." Harry said in a strangled voice. "Now, I have to stay strong. Don't let your emotions take control over you." He commanded himself. He put his wand against his temple and thought of that horrible night in Little Hangleton. He didn't want to relive that night but if it would shake the world awake to the fact that Voldemort was indeed back in the land of the living, he would do it. "Extraho" Harry muttered the spell and pulled his wand away from his temple while a silver strand dangled from its tip. He deposited it into the pensieve and held his wand in the liquid inside of the stone basin. With another spell, "Ostendo.", the light in the room seemed to vanish and above the pensieve an image began to form a hologram-like image.

The spoken words, "Wands out, you think?", started out the memory. And the cold hiss of "Kill the spare" began the horrors of that night...

When the light in the room returned to it's normal strength Harry had relived the worst event in his life again. When he woke up after a nightmare he felt terrible but it was just a dream, reliving it again first hand was a indescribable horror. When it was over all the people in the room were shocked, some were crying, some had even fainted. Dumbledore had a pained expression on his face and the people behind were all sitting on the ground panting heavily. They had been the closest to the hologram and had seen every detail. They were hardened by the first war but even they couldn't believe that Harry had been through that. It would have been enough to make most people go insane, or more likely, dead. Escaping Voldemort wasn't something many people could accomplish. Only Lucius Malfoy didn't look shocked, only frightened at the possibility of anyone recognizing him. He started to creep towards the exit when suddenly Dumbledore stepped in front of him.

"I think it would be best if you stayed here for a while Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore stated calmly.

"I think it would be best if you would step aside old man." Lucius spat aiming his wand at Dumbledore. Harry suddenly felt the power in Dumbledore gather and could almost see his aura growing quickly.

"Don't be a fool Lucius." He said in an angry voice that made him seem as if he were towering high above Malfoy. The Death eater seemed to get the message and dropped his wand. Dumbledore picked his wand from his robes and conjured up some robe and tied Malfoy up.

"What do you think you're doing Dumbledore?" Fudge asked recovering from what he had just witnessed and finally getting rid of Harry's silencing charm.

"I think you should examine that memory more closely; it think you might discover some interesting things in it." Dumbledore said in his calm voice of reason. "And I believe Mr. Potter and I have some matters to discuss so if you would excuse us, we will leave you to take care of this situation." He said gesturing towards the people, some of whom were still in shock. Fudge looked around himself and stomped off to order the aurors to clear up the mess.

"And how do I know that scene Mr. Potter showed us isn't just something Mr. Potter imagined." Fudge asked smirking. Harry hadn't thought about that, they could just say he had imagined it.

"I'm surprised you don't know that you can only put real memories in a pensieve Cornelius." Dumbledore said. Fudge's smirk immediately disappeared from his face to be replaced by another shade of purple and stomped of again.

An auror, having heard the conversation between Dumbledore and Fudge, walked over to Harry "Can we hold on to this" he asked nodding towards the pensieve "and its contents a little longer."

"Of course." Harry answered, a bit relieved to be rid of the memory for the time being. A pensieve stored your memories so you wouldn't forget them, it didn't really take the memory away from you. You can still remember what the memory was, you just couldn't recall any details or what was exactly in the memory.

Harry suddenly got an idea after hearing what Dumbledore had said. "I have something else I wish to deposit into the pensieve that you might want to take a look at. He thought of the memory, extracted it from his mind and dropped it in the pensieve. "I trust you with this information, if it 'disappears' somehow or it isn't considered as evidence in a certain case there'll be hell to pay." The auror understood he wasn't joking. After the scene he had just witnessed he knew this was no ordinary boy you should mess with. There were only a few people who had duelled with the dark lord and only one had come out of it alive and that man was standing next to this boy, Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked intently at Harry trying to figure out what the boy had just put in the pensieve but shrugged, if Harry trusted the ministry with it, it couldn't be bad and guided Harry towards the heavy oak doors and stepped into the cool corridor, the people who had accompanied Dumbledore following them. It was only now that he recognized some of the faces. McGonagall was there as well as Remus Lupin and 'Mad Eye' Moody and some others that Harry didn't know. They were walking up the stairs towards the ground floor when Harry suddenly remembered he still had to continue his conversation with Aragir. "Professor Dumbledore, I have to do something before we leave, could we wait a second." Harry asked, Dumbledore looked confused at Harry for a second imaging what Harry still had to do in Azkaban.

"Of course, what is the problem Harry." He asked gently.

"I think it would be better if you send them outside for a minute." Harry said looking at the group behind them.

"Very well, would you please go outside for a minute please." Dumbledore asked the band of followers.

"But Albus, ..." Minerva began.

"Please Minerva, If it is something you should know I will inform you later, now if you please." Dumbledore said in his calm voice. They had just arrived in the hall where the man who looked like Moody sat in his office, not even looking up at the group that was standing in front of it. The group trudged outside casting curious glances towards Harry. Once they were out of earshot Harry started walking towards the courtyard at the end of the hall and Dumbledore followed wondering what the boy was up to.

"Aragir, are you there." He asked inwardly.

"Yes, child of Equals, do you wish to continue our conversation." Aragir answered in his cold lifeless voice.

"Yes," Harry responded "could you meet me in the courtyard?"

"Very well, I will be there shortly." Was the reply.

Harry and Dumbledore stepped in the light of the courtyard and Harry stopped. "Why do you want to come here Harry?" Dumbledore asked with some concern in his voice. Harry was just about to reply when Aragir came floating rapidly towards them. "Step back Harry." Dumbledore ordered already reaching for his wand to drive away the dementor.

"No," Harry said while stopping Dumbledore from casting a patrons "Professor, may I introduce Aragir, he was speaking to me in the execution room but I asked if we could continue our conversation at a more appropriate time. They use telepathy to communicate." Dumbledore was looking at Harry like he was a complete stranger.

"What are you talking about Harry, no human has ever been able to communicate with a dementor before. Only Elves could."

"It's a long story, you and I have a lot to talk about professor. But right now I would like to have a conversation with Aragir over here." Harry answered.

"Alright, I will be waiting for you at the gates." Dumbledore said and walked back into the dark corridor leading towards the entrance gates.

"What do you wish to talk about, child of Equals?" Aragir asked.

"First of all, why do you call me child of Equals?" Harry asked.

"Because, you are the one were the sides of Light and Dark are almost perfectly in balance." Aragir explained.

"And why am I the only human who can talk to you?" Harry asked.

"Because the other humans in this world are to unbalanced in their Light and Dark sides, they are not worthy enough for us to speak to them" Aragir answered.

"Then why could the elves talk to you?" Harry asked a bit curious.

"Elves are very different from humans. Their civilization is not corrupt or power-hungry but righteous, almost all of the elves are Equals. The elves use us to find the ones that are not Equals and we take them out of the society." Aragir answered.

"Does your kind still have contact with the elves?" Harry asked. Aragir's frame seemed stiffen up, but with a dementor it's hard to tell.

"I have to go, others are calling me." He said in his cool monotone voice while he rapidly drifted away into the darkness of the corridor.

"Why did Aragir avoided my question?" Harry asked himself. "I definitely have to come back sometime to discuss this further with him, those elves are being mentioned way to much around me and my abilities for my liking." He decided and started his walk towards the entrance gates. Just outside of the entrance the people were waiting for him.

"Why didn't you want us there Harry" Remus asked while they began their walk towards the portkey point.

"Once we are at Hogwarts I will explain everything." Harry answered. He felt guilty for lying to the last of his fathers' true friends but he couldn't tell them everything not just yet, first he needed to finish his training with Hades. Behind him he felt the barrier rise up again but was to caught up in his thoughts to notice he could feel it this time. He put his hands in his pockets and noticed that he was still wearing the workout-clothes Hades had given him. Inside one of the pockets he felt the amulet Hades had given him and wanted to contact him but he knew he had to wait until tomorrow. When they were all standing on the small island Dumbledore picked a long piece of rope from one of his pockets and once everyone had a good grip on it he tapped it three times with his wand and of they were. "Free at last." Harry sighed inwardly when he saw the black castle disappear out of sight when he felt the familiar tug behind his navel. They arrived in the entrance hall of Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry but I don't think I could have portkeyed us all directly into my office" Dumbledore said "Please follow me."

After about ten minutes the group arrived at the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. "Ton Tongue Toffee" Dumbledore said and the gargoyle sprung aside revealing the staircase leading to Dumbledore's office." Harry was one of the first to enter and noticed the room seemed a lot bigger than the last time he was here. Instead of just two seats in front of Dumbledore's desk, there were eighteen seats. Normally that amount of chairs couldn't possibly fit in the room but it seemed that the room adjusted itself to the owners needs. Dumbledore went to sit behind his desk while the others all took a seat in front of it. Harry was sitting right in front of Dumbledore in the front row and felt like he was on trial again. "Would you care to explain some things to us, Harry?" Dumbledore asked looking directly into Harry's eyes. Suddenly he felt something like cold needles prodding his mind. Harry immediately let his inner fire flare and let it shield his memories.

"Professor, before I start to explain anything would you please keep out of my mind." Dumbledore was perplexed that Harry knew how it felt when somebody was using legilimency on him.

"I'm sorry Harry, would you please tell us what happened today." Dumbledore asked in a soothing voice. Harry was still angry for the intrusion in his mind but started telling his story beginning when Malfoy woke him up, he stopped just after he told them about his conversation with Aragir.

"You know the rest." Harry said. Harry had left the part were Hades told him the prophecy out, He wanted to confront Dumbledore about that alone.

"You still haven't told us why you wanted us to wait outside, Harry." Remus said.

"Because I still had to finish my conversation with Aragir and I thought if a dementor got close to you, all of you would panic and you were still to shaken from what you witnessed in the execution room." Turning back to Dumbledore, Harry decided it was time to confront the man. "Now Professor Dumbledore, I have some matters I wish to discuss with you, in private." Harry said. Dumbledore looked at Harry with a slight twinkle of curiosity in his eyes and motioned the people to leave them alone for a minute.

Once all the people had left the room except for Dumbledore and Harry. "Hades told me something interesting about a prophecy concerning me and Voldemort." Harry said in a matter of fact tone. the two of them looked intently in each others eyes for a second, not even the slightest trace of a twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes. Dumbledore looked apologetic in Harry's eyes while Harry let his emotions take control. "You put me in that bloody house full of people who hated my guts from the moment they took me in for my own protection, all of the protection you put on it didn't save me from Azkaban. Every year you put me there with my relatives even when you know what they are like. For my own bloody protection, I know, and a lot of good it did to me. When were you planning to tell me about the prophecy? When I was a little older, when I was standing in front of him, when it was all over or you didn't plan on telling me at all? TELL ME!" Harry screamed. Dumbledore sat there behind his desk looking ancient and sad

"I'm sorry Harry. I've tried my best to prevent it from happening at all." Dumbledore said while a single tear rolled down his face. "I tried to stop Tom from coming back with everything I had."

"Well you have failed miserably." Harry angrily replied while he stood up. He could feel his hands starting to itch.

"Where are you going Harry?" Dumbledore asked in a weak voice.

"To enjoy the rest of my holidays away from you people. By the way, were is my trunk." Harry asked angrily.

"Someone from the ministry is bringing it over." Dumbledore answered.

"Tell them to bring it to the Leaky Cauldron, I will rent a room there for a few days." Harry said and stormed out of the room. In the hall outside Dumbledore's office the people who were standing there looked expectantly at the staircase when they heard someone. Harry stormed out of the staircase while Dumbledore followed. Harry stormed past all of them, not even glancing at Remus, and down the hallway towards the entrance hall. Remus wanted to go after him but Dumbledore stopped him. "Let him have some time of his own right now, he's been through a lot these past months. He will come to his senses and speak to us eventually." Remus nodded and knew Dumbledore was right.

Harry was just stepping down the marble staircase trying to control his anger when he was suddenly attacked by Hermione and Ginny. "Oh Harry! Thank Merlin Dumbledore got you out of Azkaban." Hermione sobbed still hugging him while Ginny released him, realizing what she was doing, and blushed furiously. Ron stood a few meters away from them glaring at Hermione and Harry. Harry pushed Hermione away roughly.

"Dumbledore didn't do anything." Harry said while his rage reached a new level and walked out of the castle and onto the grounds while his friends just stared at his retreating back.

He had to get rid of his anger somehow when suddenly he saw the lake. He stretched his arm out, his palm facing the lake and let all his anger lash out at the water. All the water in the lake seemed to move away as if it was afraid of Harry and flooded the shore on the other side. When the water was about to return, Harry's anger lashed out again and created a gigantic column of water in the centre of the lake that began to spiral upward. The water level of the lake dropped to practically nothing, then all of a sudden the column stopped going upwards and all the water dropped back into the lake with such force that it flooded the entire shore on all sides.

Harry felt drained after the action and headed towards The Three Broomsticks where he bought a pinch of floo powder. He didn't have any money on him but he convinced Madam Rosmerta he would pay for it later and with a flash of green flames, he was gone.

Author notes: I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I'm still looking for beta readers. At least you have the privilege to read the new chapter before anyone else does. Reviews are still welcome. if anyone is interested I have started a Yahoo groups that will follow the process of my two Hp fics (I am trying to post the first chapter from my other fic soon but I still have some storyline problems. The first few chapters are the hardest to write.) the address is http:groups. A poll has been created for writers of fanfiction.

Special thanks to Shadowed Rains who is my beta reader for the moment. Great job on improving this chapter.

Review responses:

Athenakitty: Wouldn't you be surprised if you were transported to the underworld and meet it's ruler(I certainly would,lol). Hades knows the full prophecy. When a minute in our world is a day in Hades' realm you should get bored pretty quickly especially when your thousands of years old so they keep themselves busy watching our world and look out for strange events. The last question you will find out soon enough. I hope this answers your questions.

Shadowed rains: I didn't say Harry's training is being cut short. Just a bit delayed, next chapter should tell you why.

Jarno: Ik spreek Nederlands en een beetje Frans, niet echt mijn beste vak,lol. Ik hoop dat je mijn verhaal blijft volgen.