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Chapter 2: Defeat
Denial, we could say, was the safest place to go at the moment. Harry was having a lot of trouble believing that we was in a dark, solitary confinement type ministry cell, having just been arrested for torturing Bellatrix Lestrange. He had not even graduated from Hogwarts yet and here he was a criminal waiting to be sent to Azkaban. Being sent to Azkaban was the main thing that pushed Harry into the haven of denial. Azkaban had Dementors and Dementors were something Harry greatly feared. Something that he feared quite a bit more than Voldemort himself. You could torture Harry with all the curses you wished but the one thing that would overcome the Boy-Who-Lived was guilt and worst of all, his memories. Memories of loss, death, and everything that Harry told himself were his fault. Harry's mind was his worst enemy.
The only source of light was the curious glow that the bleak stone walls gave off. Apparently the Ministry enjoyed creeping out their captives while they awaited to be sent to a place of further horrors. They also seemed that space must be conserved as the cell was only 7 feet tall 9 feet wide, and 7 feet in length. Since there really wasn't much to do, Harry attempted to sleep on the cold floor in silence, hoping this was all just another one of his nightmares and he would wake up sitting back on the swing in the park.
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SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! Just fucking great! I wonder if by the time I die I will have the record number of times being sent to Azkaban. Will I get another trial? I mean, I already have been sent to Azkaban once, it's not like I need another person to tell me I am going to pay, go to hell, die, etc. for the rest of my life. It really gets a bit old after a while, but they just might do it to annoy me. The Ministry is like that. Incompetent and annoying as hell. I mean, they even arrested the Golden Boy! How preposterous is that? If they put the law down on him then you definitely know the Ministry has gone to hell. Hmm...Potter in Azkaban. Well, if I am going back there, he might as well too.
Bella sat on the floor in an exact copy of Harry's cell and was just as unpleased with it as him. She went from tapping her foot, tracing the mortar in-between the stones with her fingers, and banging her head against the wall in frustration and sulking as Voldemort expressed his great displeasure with her by causing her mark to burn. Bella, finally giving up on waiting for her already given fate, and curled up on the stone floor, quickly falling asleep.
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This was a highly unexpected event. Never in a million years did he think this would happen. All the years of hard work lost to wizarding law. Worst of all, there was not a damn thing he could do about it. Disaster was spelled across the frontpage of the Daily Prophet this morning as Dumbledore was once more reminded of yesterday's events. The headline read "Boy-Who-Lives-To-Torture!" Minister Fudge was definitely regaining any dignity he could and this was the perfect thing to do it. Dumbledore knew that Fudge would spin this story for all the brownie points he could get as soon as Kingsley reported to him what had happened. There was no hiding this from the public and the trial was in two days. Two days because the trial of the century could not be postponed when these people were out for blood. Normally it would be weeks if not months, but no, once again, even in crime, Harry Potter was getting special treatment.
Taking a sip of his morning tea, Dumbledore waited for two certain Gryffindors to barge into his office demanding answers. Of course there really wasn't much to tell since the Prophet made it pretty damn clear as to what happened and for once it was the truth. Exaggerated truth, yes, but it was still the big, ugly truth.
After carefully choosing another lemon cake on his plate the now familiar noise of angry wizards barging into his office was heard. It wasn't the first time and it would of course not be the last.
"This is unacceptable Dumbledore! I will NOT have Harry put into Azkaban! I refuse to have another person I care about to live in that hell hole!" proclaimed a very pissed off Gryffindor lycanthrope.
Remus was not known for loosing his composure very often, but when he did, it was quite…disturbing. Arthur Weasley, on the other hand, looked glum and came for the sole purpose to make sure Dumbledore made it out of his office alive. At least it wasn't Sirius…then he would have had to bring reinforcements.
"Remus…calm down—" Arthur begged.
"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN WHEN HARRY IS GOING TO BE SENT TO AZKABAN!"
"We don't know that he will, Remus!" Arthur tried.
"I'm afraid, Arthur, that Remus is correct. Harry will be sent to Azkaban. What we need to do is use what we can to lessen his time spent there and make sure he keeps his sanity" said a solemn Dumbledore.
The two Gryffindors sad down in the two maroon chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk sadly, with defeated hopes of helping Harry Potter, the boy who they loved, survive this new turn of events.
AN: Chapter two is up. Please review!
Re-done on June 18, 2006.