Chapter One...

"Why, Harry, why did you betray us?" Came Hermoine Granger's pleading voice. "Remember what you told me... How in every darkness shines a light?... That we should never give up?"

A man with long black hair pulled into a low pony tail. His dark, cold, emerald eyes gleamed in the light of the courtroom. He smirked at the crying girl's face. "Hermoine... you know nothing of the darkness... or light... you are a fool."

It was a cold, October day, the Savior of the Wizarding World, Harry Potter, was on trial, for the death of his best friend's sister, Ginny Weasley. Harry's friend, Hermoine was sobbing after Harry's last remark, and Harry's other friend, Ron Weasley's was comforting her, glaring at him in the process.

Harry glanced around the packed courtroom, catching the eyes, of his old fellow schoolmates, and teachers. Inside he was laughing the looks of betrayal, of confusion. Did none of them know what they had done? That it was their fault he went over the edge. He laughed out loud this time. Gathering more frightened stares. He then glanced up at the judge of his case. Albus Dumbledore, the man who he hated with no set backs, his manipulator, and suposed ally.

"ORDER," Dumbledore's commanding voice rang throughout the room. "We are here to sentence, Harry James Potter, for the death of Ginerva Ann Weasley. Is there anyone who objects to this notion."

Harry saw Dumbledore scan the courtroom, Harry already knew the outcome. Dumbledore's face was grim. Harry inwardly grinned, even now he was afraid to loose his pawn.

Dumbledore sighed, "Very well then, Harry James Potter, I here by sentence you to life imprisonment in Azkaban. With no chance of release."

Harry smirked at the old man and stated, "So be it."

"NO!" Harry knew it was Hermoine. The girl could just not let go, did it really seem that impossible for him to have killed someone. Harry laughed inside again, what fools of the Wizarding World, a prison hold me...

Harry felt the Aurors approach, the Dementors having left to join Voldemort. Chains were magickened on him leaving him tightly bound. As he was being lead out to the island that was to be his prison. Dumbledore walked up to him, a look of regret on his face.

"Harry, please tell me. Why?" Dumbledore's voice was full of sorrow.

Harry just stared blankly, "No, Albus," he sneered, "Tell me this, what right did you have to put me on a pedistal and leave me there to rot?"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed in pain. Harry just nodded, and continued his trek with the Aurors to his new home.

Out of the courtroom and throughout all the Ministry, he met with people shouting, "Traitor!" and things thrown at him. Harry didn't care he was beyond caring. They made him what he is today, so if they didn't like it... Well that was their fault...

He was loaded into a rotting, old boat, and rowed across the rough waters of the sea. The cold, crisp, salt air, was quite refreshing to him. Harry relaxed for the first time in a year. It was soothing the rock of the boat, the smell of the air. He felt the boat thud, they had hit the island. Harry's relaxed physic went tense immediatly.

Kingsley, one of the Aurors tugged his chains getting Harry to stand. Then the troop continued their journey onward to the prison. Harry watched the dark forbading towers of Azkaban looming in the distance. The whole castle like prison held a painful aurora around it.

Harry entered the first tower, and had his photo as well as his finger prints taken. He was then thrown into a cell, where you could taste the dread, torture, pain, and sadness in the air. It hung like a mist, Harry was not quite expecting it. The door to his cell was slammed shut he watched, as his guards left.

Harry was taking in his surroundings when he heard a chuckle from the cell across from his. From the shadows a pale face with long blond hair, and grey eyes emerged.

"Harry Potter, we met again." The man spoke like and old friend.

Harry smirked, "Draco Malfoy, I was hoping to see you."

Draco laughed, "Don't tell me you got yourself thrown in here to visit little ole me."

"Nah, you caught me, I killed Weaselette." Harry said shaking his head.

Draco grinned, "I see, about time, somebody did something about the Weasel population. I, myself never thought it would be you. How long has it been anyways?"

Harry grinned back, "You've been here two years Draco, for something you never comitted."

"Has it really been that long?" Draco let out a bitter laugh, "You tried to tell them that Harry, what good came of it."

Harry sighed, "Nothing, not a damn thing."

"You didn't turn into a murder from that Harry that impossible."

A smirk showed once more on Harry's face, "In the last year, Draco, I changed more than anyone will ever know. I broke free of the chains, Dumbledore had holding me down. I saw threw the lies that were covering my eyes."

Draco looked closely at Harry's eyes, an inhuman sort of malice was shining. What did they do to him? To make him change this much. Draco was worried, this man didn't seem to be the same as his old friend.

"By killing, you broke free? That's not the Harry, I knew." Draco started shaking his head, "The Harry, I knew would protect the innocent, and defend the weak."

Harry let out a bitter laugh of his own, "That, Harry is dead. He died a long time ago. Draco, don't tell me that you too have fallen to the saying of good and evil."

"I never was against them. I believe light can beat the darkness. You proved that, all the times you stood up to Voldemort. All the times you defeated evil."

Harry's eyes held amusment, "Draco, honestly I thought you were smarter then that." Harry's eyes then turned into chips of ice, Draco repressed a shiver. It felt as if the whole holding tower, had grown cold. "Voldemort is not evil, just a power hungry fool, I will kill him. I must in order, to let my parents continue to rot in their grave in peace. They must be avenged. As for the weak, and innocent. Let them suffur. It makes no difference to me."

Draco looked at Harry, as if seeing him for the first time. "Harry, why? Why have you betrayed the light?"

Harry spoke coldly his voice devoid of warmth, "You too, then are a fool, Draco. For how could I betray the light, when it had already betrayed me?"

Draco watched Harry fade back from the cell bars, and into the shadows.

Disclaimer: Dont own Harry Potter...