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 wizard 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

Did that hurt?

When his eyes had finally adjusted to the light outside he looked at what lay in front of Hades' home.

He nearly fainted from what he saw.

'This is…' Harry couldn't find the right words to describe what he saw 'Beautiful, magnificent, heaven, impossible, pain, despair, hell.'

Before him lay a vast landscape divided in two by a river that began from right in front of the door they were standing in and stretched on forever.

In this river flowed on one side crystal clear water reflecting the sun that shone merrily above it.

On the other side white-hot molten lava flowed slowly, but unstoppable and there was a blood red moon that vast an eerie glow on the landscape.

One side of the landscape had an eternal green plain, while on the other side there was a barren landscape entirely made from scorched and burned earth.

Harry just stood there looking from one side to the other over and over again trying to comprehend what he was seeing and not believing it.

After a minute of this Hades steered Harry towards the left "Come on Harry before you start sprouting roots." He said half seriously but with a hint of concern in his voice.

They walked towards the barren landscape while Harry looked at the other side one more time.

"Can we visit heaven sometime?" Harry asked Hades.

"Maybe later," he said, "when you're ready for it."

'Too many have visited that place without returning, hoping for something that is impossible.' Hades thought.

When they had walked a while on the barren landscape they saw people in a small village working on a field.

To Harry it didn't look like anything he thought hell would look like, the people even looked healthy.

Seeing the puzzled look on Harry's face Hades explained.

"These people," he said gesturing towards them, "used to be landlords in the medieval ages, they used the people to work for them, and know they have to work instead. For them, it is the worst punishment. If you're wondering why they look so healthy it is because they still have a chance to enter heaven once they feel true remorse over their actions and have paid for their sins."

Something else that seemed odd to Harry was that the people didn't seem to notice them, or else they would run towards them begging for forgiveness, but they just worked on, oblivious to their presence.

"Why don't they notice us?" Harry asked.

"Because I don't want them too, it's something that became necessary after I had visited this place the first two times." Hades said.

As they walked further a man suddenly ran past them chasing a bowl of water which disappeared every time as he got close enough and tried to grab it. He too didn't notice them and too Harry he didn't look as healthy as those in the village at all.

"What did he do?" Harry asked out of curiosity.

"I know him" Ares growled, this was the first time he had spoken since they had entered and Harry thought he looked a little uneasy being here, "he was a governor for a city back in my time, during the war the enemy had poisoned the water supply of his town and fresh water was scarce. He thought he could make his fortune by selling fresh water to the people at outrageous prices. Many suffered and hundreds died because of him, I killed him the moment I arrived in his town." He sighed and looked at the man in disgust before moving on.

"Is that why he looks a lot less healthy?" Harry asked.

"Partially," Hades said "He has committed a much worse crime then the landlords so he has to pay a whole lot longer in more dire circumstances, but he was a landlord as well. Once he has paid for what he has done to those people he will go to the village and pay for those sins as well."

Harry immediately made a silent vow to not end up in here. Harry looked to his left and saw the green plains in the distance. 'I wonder what it looks like over there.'

As they moved further on the barren ground they crossed a board standing in the middle of nowhere.

'Plains of the Damned'

"This are the plains where the people" Ares practically spat the word "if you want to call them that, spent the rest of eternity undergoing the worst punishment they can imagine."

They walked further and after twenty minutes they entered a large quarry where hundreds of men and women where cutting trough solid rock with pickaxes.

They descended into the lowest part of the quarry where a group of men, all of them with platinum blonde hair, were working at the bottom of a steep cliff. Most of them were muttering under their breathes or insulting each other. One conversation caught Harry's attention.

"If I had known this, I would have never joined our so-called master," the man spat the word. "And it's all thanks to you, father" he sneered.

"Why you impertinent brat," the man yelled and heaved his pickaxe above his head and was about to bring it down on the other mans shoulder.

Hades stopped them with a wave of his hand. Both men, who were glaring intensely at each other, broke eye-contact to look at the person who dared to disrupt them.

First they noticed Hades and glared at him, Hades just stared back unfazed. Then they noticed Ares who unsheathed his sword and smirked, daring them to do something. Then their eyes fell on the boy that was standing between them.

The elder of the two looked at him intently "Green eyes, messy black hair" He muttered and his eyes wandered to the scar on Harry's forehead that was not covered up by his fringe for once.

"YOU," the man yelled, his nostrils flaring "YOU DEFEATED MY LORD AND KILLED MY SON" he yelled and he stormed towards Harry, pickaxe ready to strike.

The man next to him, Lucius, Harry guessed but he wouldn't have recognised him if the man hadn't told his name, was sickly looking like the older version of him who was storming towards Harry with tattered robes just mouthed "Potter" before picking up his own pickaxe and storming towards Harry as well all in the blink of an eye.

Harry just stood there, frozen in place from shock. 'That must be Malfoy's father' he thought 'of course he is, how many other people have you killed?' He scolded himself preparing to be hit by both men their pickaxe.

Two meters before they got to him both men fell to the ground clutching their left upper arms and crying in agony.

Lucius Malfoy, who had heaved his pickaxe above his head, suddenly had to let go to clutch his arm thus bringing the pickaxe down straight on his head knocking him to the ground.

"What happened?" Harry, recovering from the initial shock of two Malfoys trying to attack him with muggle tools, in any other circumstances it would have probably looked quite amusing. Especially for the fact that Malfoys are known to hate muggles and muggle-born witches and wizards even more than some vile substance on your shoe left behind by animals, and Ares asked simultaneously while looking at Hades.

"Whenever they will try to attack someone that doesn't deserve it, I use that mark they have to cause them even greater pain than Voldemort can dream of." Hades explained in a voice as if it was the most logical thing in the world, like telling a muggle dragons really exist. "The thing they used to take pride in is now used against them."

"Serves them right" Ares growled while unsheathing his sword.

"So they can't hurt me but I can hurt them," Harry asked with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"Here, you may need this." Ares said, handing Harry his sword "it may not recognise you as its owner but I am sure you can cast a spell or two with it and besides, it is still a pretty sharp knife." He said smiling viciously and glaring at the two panting men on the ground.

Harry took the sword and swished it around a few time before aiming it at one of the quarry's solid rock walls.

"Reducto"

The wall exploded outwards sending hundreds of Quaffle sized rocks flying everywhere while the men still working seemed totally oblivious to the destruction and the two Malfoys' eyes got huge and they realized this was going to be a really, really bad day.

Harry just, stared dumbly at the gaping hole in front of him.

"Whoa," he exclaimed "this thing is way more powerful than my wand." And he turned towards the two Malfoys an the ground who were now on their knees

"So, Lucius" Harry began, "my friend. I'm sure you thought it was quite satisfying putting Cruciatus on Hermione." Harry saw the image still vividly before his eyes and felt his palms begin to itch and his eyes heat up.

Hades noticed the blazing red fire in Harry's eyes but it was still small.

"Ares, I suggest we create some distance between Harry and ourselves before he's warmed up," Hades said, "literally."

"Do you really think that's necessary, I would like to see the things Harry does to them from close by." Ares complained.

"You did the research, you tell me." Hades said seriously.

"Let's get out of here." Ares said and walked to a higher spot a hundred meters further.

"Aren't you overreacting just a bit?" Hades complained this time.

"Do you remember what happened on Mycenae that time you got really angry?" Ares said

Hades nodded and looked at the ground while flushing a little.

"Then you should know that Harry is almost as powerful as you are right now." Ares said grimly and conjured up tow omnioculars with a wave of his hand and handed one to Hades.

"You might want to record this," Ares said "this is something you will want to show a lot of people."

Hades nodded and looked at what was happening down in the Quarry.

Down in the Quarry two minutes ago

"Well, didn't it fell satisfying?" Harry asked again in a harder tone pointing the tip of his sword straight at Lucius' throat, "Or do I have to force the answer out of you Lucius?"

"How do you dare threaten my son?" The elder version of Lucius sneered.

"I'm sorry" Harry said aiming his sword at the other mans throat, "and who the hell might you be?"

"I am Mergan of the noble Malfoy lineage." He said standing up.

"Noble," Harry snorted before the fire in his eyes burned brighter "there is nothing noble about your lineage." He aimed his sword straight at Mergan's nose "AND YOU WILL SPEAK ONLY WHEN I ASK YOU TO." Harry roared and blasted the elder Malfoy into the rock-solid cliff behind him with a wave of his sword.

Lucius just stared dumbly at the gaping hole in the cliff side where he and his father had been working five minutes ago.

He turned his gaze back to Harry and glared at him.

"You killed him." He said while rising to his feet.

Harry aimed his sword at Lucius chest "Lucius, Lucius," he said while shaking his head melodramatically "we're in hell, nobody can die a second time, especially not here." He said the last part with a vicious undertone.

"Well, I will ask you again," Harry said while looking Malfoy straight in the eye, and as steel-grey met emerald green with a red blazing fire inside, the fire grew more intense "was it satisfying to cast Cruciatus on Hermione?" Harry said in a deadly calm voice but deep inside he had never felt so enraged.

Malfoy stood proudly before him and still refused to answer.

"Then I will have to find out myself, won't I"

Malfoy's eyes got wide with fear as he the meaning of Harry's words sunk in.

"CRUCIO"

Author notes: Reviews are still VERY welcome. 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. The next chapter will be up or in a few hours or in a week or so because I am going on a vacation to Sicily for a week so I won't be able to write or update for a week which I find most regrettable.

Special thanks to my beta reader Ekstasis for doing a wonderful job on this chapter.

Review responses:

Bill: yes I know, I will update those chapters sometime.

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Shadowed Rains: I would love to hear the many different ways you have threatened to kill me, sounds interesting. Anyway, here is the first part of torture the ferret's father and his father, part two should be up fairly soon or in a week and you are doing a wonderful job praising me and annoying like hell at the same time. Voldemort is quite predictable, isn't he?

Thanks to everyone else who has reviewed:

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