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

Gold anyone

When he stepped out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron he suddenly realised he hadn't said the name of his destination, he really needed to discuss his power with Hades sometime soon.

Suddenly a yell brought him out of his thoughts.

"It's Harry Potter, he has escaped from Azkaban. Somebody get the aurors over here", some women in the back screamed.

"NO, I haven't escaped, I've been cleared." Harry said exclaimed, but it fell on deaf ears. An older wizard stood up, "expelli..." he started to say while he had his wand aimed straight at Harry's torso.

He never finished the incantation. A chair was thrown by somebody in the man's direction but had missed by a mere inch.

"Harry Potter is innocent and you know it, you were saying it yourself just a minute ago. Do you really think he would come down here without his wand drawn if he was guilty?" Tom said in a dangerous tone while standing in front of the counter with another chair already in his hands. The wizard looked down in embarrassment and sat back down. "Good afternoon Mr. Potter, how can I help you?" Tom said in his normal voice as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened while putting the chair down. Harry was still in a state of mild shock from the scene he had just witnessed. "Yes, I…um…would like to rent a room for a few days." Harry stammered.

"Of course Mr. Potter, follow me." Tom said with a toothless grin. He walked behind the counter and took a key from a small cabinet and walked up the stairs while Harry followed. "Here you go Mr. Potter, number 11, same the one you had two years ago." Tom said while opening the door and stepping into the room.

"Thank you Tom, for defending me down there." Harry said, trying to get his voice under control.

"You're welcome Mr. Potter, I knew you were innocent from the beginning." Tom said in an honest voice. Harry knew he meant it. Tom left without another word and closed the door behind him.

Harry immediately collapsed onto the bed from exhaustion and fell asleep before his head hit the pillow with his clothes still on, the amulet in his pocket glowing briefly.

Harry awoke the next morning briefly wondering why he wasn't haunted with nightmares and visions in his sleep now that he was out of Azkaban. He just shrugged, he wasn't going to wonder over it. It's not like he misses them.

He looked around his room saw his trunk standing at the foot of his bed.

He swung his feet over the side of the bed and got up. He was just about to enter the bathroom when a glimpse of bright white light in the window caught his eye.

As he went over to the window he nearly tripped over his own feet when he saw what was hovering in front of it.

A brilliant white phoenix was hovering just in front of the window with a letter attached to one of its legs. Harry assumed it was a message from Dumbledore. He opened the window and the white phoenix flew in and perched itself on Harry's shoulder offering the letter to him.

Harry carefully took it from its leg and unfurled it, he recognised the neat handwriting immediately.

Harry,

I am truly sorry about what happened, I always believed you were innocent. I know Ron didn't in the beginning but he realised he was wrong a little while ago.

Harry was about to throw the letter trough the still open window but something urged him to keep reading the letter, he wondered how Hermione could have sent the letter with a white phoenix.

Anyway, that's not the reason why I am writing you. Harry, the phoenix who I'm sending this letter with is actually your owl Hedwig, I know this must sound most unlikely but two weeks ago Hedwig suddenly burst into flames and set my room on fire...

Two weeks earlier, Granger residence.

Hermione was sitting in the living-room crying, she didn't understand how all of this could have happened, Harry is in Azkaban for the murder of Cedric Diggory and professor Dumbledore hadn't done anything about it. She was angry at Ron and Dumbledore and everybody else who even dared to claim he was guilty. Ron was being his obnoxious self once again, just like he had when Harry's name had come out of the Goblet of Fire, claiming Fudge was right and that he had done it to get even more fame. She had been so furious when he had told her his opinion.

FLASHBACK

They were all at the Burrow on the second day of Harry's trial, Professor McGonnagall had picked her up the previous evening after Percy had told them the news.

To her astonishment Percy believed Harry was innocent and so did the twins, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley but Ron wasn't sure.

She thought Percy had done the right thing and was even laughing when he had told her that he had almost tried to kill Fudge and had crushed Macnair under the heavy wooden structure.

"It's just what they deserve." She said still laughing.

"It's not funny." Percy snapped "I will lose my job because of this." He sighed. Hermione immediately sobered up.

"Don't even think about that" she said in a stern voice, "you did the right thing ant that's what's important, don't you even think about feeling sorry for those bastards". Percy was surprised at the use of language from Hermione, he knew she was a top student and would never curse about anything... except when it involved Harry. If anyone said something bad about him she would practically rip the person's head of. Percy knew that Harry, Hermione and Ron had a really deep bond, but that Harry and Hermione had a deeper connection

"Hermione, can I speak with you for a second, outside." Ron asked suddenly from behind the couch she and Percy were sitting on. She stood up and followed Ron outside and into the garden.

"What did you want to talk about Ron" Hermione asked a bit curious.

"Well, it's about Harry," Ron said looking at away from Hermione to a distant point somewhere on the horizon, he turned his head back and looked her in the eyes "how can you be so sure he is innocent Hermione?" he asked.

This was one of those times Ron would remember when he would've done better with his mouth kept firmly shut.

Hermione's eyes were blazing, she was furious. She slapped Ron with all her might and dug her nails into the flesh of his cheek.

"How dare you," she screamed so loud the residents inside could hear every word "to even consider Harry would kill Cedric for attention. You're no better than Voldemort himself." She said while Ron as well as everybody else who could hear her flinched, she didn't even realise she had said his name until a few seconds later but didn't care.

She turned her back on Ron who was bleeding from the gashes in his cheek and stomped of towards the Burrow where Ron's siblings were storming towards him, she walked straight past them and approached Professor McGonnagall who had just apparated to the Burrow after taking care of some urgent business concerning Harry.

"Professor would you mind taking me back home immediately" she asked angrily.

Professor McGonnagall had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like THAT so she handed a portkey to Hermione who snatched it from her hand. She was taken aback by her best student and tapped the portkey three times with her wand and Hermione disappeared without even bidding her goodbye, she walked briskly in the direction were she saw the Weasley's stalk of to demand some explanation when the voice of Molly Weasley was heard probably all the way up to Hogwarts.

END FLASHBACK

Her father was just approaching her to try and comfort her but she would have none of it, she stood up and stalked up the stairs away from her father.

She opened the door to her room just to see Hedwig burst into flames.

She protected her face from the burst hot air that crossed the room. When she lowered her hand a bit the room was already ablaze. The flames had already reached every corner of the room and were apparently trying to destroy the entire house.

She was about to yell for her dad but the moment she opened her mouth to scream the flames disappeared as quickly as they came, sparing the house but ruining her entire room.

She looked at were Hedwig's cage was, dreading to see the remains of the snowy white owl.

She was staring in disbelief at the brilliant white phoenix sitting on top of the melted cage. She sung a thrilling note and Hermione immediately felt better than she had in the past two weeks and suddenly felt, that even with whatever the future may hold, everything was going to be alright in the end.

I've never heard about a white phoenix and was planning to ask Professor Dumbledore

Harry felt his anger rising again,

But I'm pretty mad at him for the moment

And it was gone again being replaced by curiosity.

Professor Lupin told me what happened in Azkaban and in the Headmaster's office. Oh Harry, I'm so sorry, I was angry with you for running of like that but now I completely understand why, if you want to talk about it, I'm here for you. I don't know where you are for the moment, Professor Dumbledore thought it would be better if I didn't know and didn't want me to write you,

There is the anger again.

but you just had to see Hedwig. I'm going to Diagon Allay today so if you can make it, maybe we can meet at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour at noon. I think Hedwig will be fast enough for you to answer me from what I've read about Phoenixes. Please meet me over there if you can.

Love from Hermione

Harry was perplexed, his anger for Dumbledore replaced by amusement, Hermione had disobeyed Dumbledore's orders just to write a letter to him. "How un-Hermione." Harry thought while opening his trunk and searching rapidly for a piece of parchment to write a respond. "They really should think of something else than an owl if you wish to reply quickly, like e-mail or something." Harry muttered while continuing his search for a piece of parchment in his trunk, all his stuff crammed into it. "And I really should buy another trunk." He said while pulling a piece of parchment from the bottom of his trunk.

He quickly wrote a response that he would be there at noon, he didn't know what time it was because he still hadn't replaced his watch from when he broke it in the second task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament but he was sure it wasn't noon just yet. He tied it to Hedwig's leg, she quickly took of from his shoulder and disappeared in a burst of white flames.

Harry took a brief shower and put on some of Dudley's cast-offs and headed downstairs.

"Good morning Mr. Potter, did you sleep well?" Tom the bartender asked when Harry came down from the stairs.

"Yes, thank you Tom, and please, it's just Harry. What time is it?" Harry asked while suppressing a yawn.

"Of course Harry," Tom said honoured "its 8.30, would you like some breakfast."

"Yes please." On the counter Harry saw a part of the headline from The Daily Prophet that included his name and assumed everybody would probably know by now he is innocent.

After his breakfast Harry headed down into Diagon Alley.

He still had three hours before he would meet with Hermione so he went to Gringotts to withdraw some money. Unfortunately for him Diagon Alley was already full of witches and wizards who were all staring at him and pointing at him. Harry had to control his anger or he would hex every last one of them. One day The Daily Prophet said he was a hero and everything was fine, the next day it said he's a murderer and everybody damns him straight to hell, literally.

When he entered the main hall in Gringotts it was already quite busy despite the fact that it was still early. Harry approached a goblin who was counting money that Harry didn't recognize, that was made of a shiny black metal that seemed to be very heavy as the goblin had to use both hands to move one coin.

"How may I be of service?" The goblin asked in a monotone voice without looking up.

"I would like to withdraw some money." Harry said.

"Key please." The goblin said and Harry gave his key, the goblin looked suspiciously at it and looked up staring directly at his scar.

"Ah, Mr. Potter I presume, please follow me." The goblin said and led Harry to the mine cart that would bring him down to the dungeons and his vault while handing Harry his key back.

Harry wondered why the goblin had first asked for his key, but presumed that with Voldemort alive again the goblins were more cautious. If they did it for that reason then they also believed him about Voldemort and not Fudge, maybe he could use this to his advantage...

While he was climbing into the mine cart he looked at the goblin who was already in it and was preparing to steer the mine cart into the spacious caverns of Gringotts.

When Harry examined the goblin more closely he recognised him as Griphook.

"Griphook is that you?" Harry asked while the cart was starting to move down and into the darkness.

The goblin turned and looked at Harry as if he came from another planet.

"Yes indeed Mr. Potter, it is me. I am surprised you remember my name, most wizards don't find a goblin worthy enough to remember his name, let alone one as famous as you" he said.

Harry had mixed feelings about this, "Does this world really think that's what kind of person I am?" Harry wondered but put those thoughts aside for a moment.

"How could I ever forget my first ride in these carts, it was the first time I was ever in the wizarding world." Harry yelled as the cart was really racing trough the caverns at high velocity by now.

Griphook smirked at this but didn't speak again until they arrived at vault number 687.

Griphook climbed out of the cart and Harry followed.

"Do you have your key Mr. Potter?" Griphook asked.

"Here you go, and please, call me Harry." Harry said while handing Harry his key to Griphook who was looking intently at Harry again.

Griphook took the key and opened the vault revealing its contents.

Harry was still amazed at the amount of gold silver and bronze he possessed. After five years at Hogwarts the pile didn't seem to shrink. On the contrary, it seemed to get bigger.

"Griphook, is there any way to know how much money I have?" Harry asked.

"Of course Mr. Potter" Harry was about to reply but Griphook cut him of "I mean Harry, there is a small alcove to your right where there should be a piece of parchment that shows every withdrawal and every deposit from the beginning. The total amount is showed at the bottom of the page, for your other assets you will have to see the manager." Griphook said.

Harry looked to his right and saw a piece of parchment lying in s small space that was cut into the solid rock, he picked it up and began to read from the top of the parchment just when the last part of what Griphook had said penetrated his mind.

"What do you mean other assets?"

Author notes: Right, here is the new chapter. Sorry for the delay but I have been working on my other fic as well. The next chapter won't take so long to be posted. My Yahoo group is still open for everybody who wants to join and discuss my fics or anything else related to HP. The address is http/groups. New chapters will always be posted there first.

Special thanks to Ekstasis for doing a wonderful job on betaing this chapter.

Review responses:

lmill123: In some ways I agree with you but this will not be that kind of fic, my other fic is more like that, I'm still trying to get the first chapter posted but it still needs some work but you can read it already on my Yahoo group.

Shadowed Rains: Yes indeed, I just couldn't wait to write that one.

Athenakitty: No not all the Death Eaters will get rounded up or else my fic would be pretty short now wouldn't it. Harry is very angry at Dumbledore, I don't know if he will stay mad, it depends on what other stupidities Dumbledore has done. Harry will gain control over his family's estate but not Sirius' estate, he's still alive here, remember and the last is a surprise.

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