Alright, this is my first try at a fan fic. it is post OoTP, but with a few changes (serius isnt dead & ministry doesnt know about voldemort being back, but harry knows about prophecy) I think its pretty good, but i know i can write better. please r&r and be honest with your reviews. i love constructive criticism.

Chapter 1: Like Godfather Like Godson

They'll regret the day they turned on me, thought Harry Potter. The simple fact that Harry Potter was thinking was incredible, considering the fact that he was in the wizard's prison, Azkaban, where he was surrounded by Dementors. Yes, the Dementors were still in place. Why the Ministry of Magic of Magic still used the Dementors was baffling to Harry. They were obviously out of Ministry Control, but Fudge and the rest of the Ministry seemed to be willing to do anything in order to ignore the fact the Voldemort was back to his original power.

The Dementors were truly foul creatures; thankfully, Harry had been learning how to block the effects of Dementors shortly before his false imprisonment. This allowed him to be able to develop his skills in magic even while in prison.

Imprisoned for three damned years, he thought, by the people that he had trusted most. He could still remember Dumbledore's words as he had testified against Harry. Imprisoned by those he had been fated to save. Imprisoned by those he had vowed to save. Hermione, Ron, even Ginny had all testified against him.

Cho had not. This had sparked some hope, but she had not testified in his defense either. She had not even looked at him as the entire Wizengamot had voted unanimously to imprison him indefinitely. He still remembered it so vividly... as if it had been yesterday...

"Harry James Potter, you have been brought before the Wizengamot to hear the charges against you. You are hereby charged with the murders of Lee Jordan, Colin Creevey, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. How do you plead?" thundered Cornelius Fudge

"IT WASN'T ME! I SWEAR IT WASN'T ME! I-I could never kill anyone. It wasn't me," yelled Harry.

"Keep in mind the Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Albus Dumbledore, and Rubeus Hagrid, as well as countless others have testified that they witnessed you use the Nexus Finite curse against Misters Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle in a crowded street in Hogsmeade during a weekend visit. This curse also swallowed up Misters Lee Jordan and Colin Creevey," spat Fudge.

"It wasn't me. It was Peter Pettigrew, under the orders of Lord Voldemort (many of the wizards in the courtroom shuddered at his name), using Polyjuice Potion to take on my form. I've never even heard of the Nexus Finite curse. You haven't even used Veritaserum on me. Snape always has some in his office. You could have questioned me at the school. You can get it now and question me. It wasn't me I swear."

"Enough! I will not hear these fairy tales about a dead wizard and a returned You-Know-Who."

At these words Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Harry, Ron and Hermione saw you on your Marauder's Map. You know that the map cannot be fooled. We know you did this. And, Cornelius, I believe we have discussed the matter of Peter Pettigrew and Lord Voldemort (again there was a collective shudder), and I am still of the mind that he has returned. What I can't figure out is why Harry would join Voldemort."

"Professor, Wormtail, I mean Pettigrew, he helped make the map. I'm sure he could figure out how to fool the Marauder's Map. I swear it wasn't me Professor. You have to believe me. I thought you would be the one person I could always count on."

"Enough! We will vote. All in favor of sentencing Harry Potter to a life sentence in Azkaban Prison raise your hands."

Every member of the Wizengamot raised their hands. Several of them cheered, others cried. But Harry remembered Cho, just sitting there crying, not looking at Harry. Looking disgusted with herself for ever liking the now convicted mass murderer.

The very memory of his trial, if you could call it that, made Harry tremble with rage. His very rage seemed to make the room shake. You have to control that Harry, he told himself. Well, maybe I won't for much longer. They will pay for turning on me. I can't believe Snape was the only one willing to hear me out. He was the one who believed me enough to suggest the use of Veritaserum. If only Fudge hadn't been so sure of himself. Well, Snape won't have to pay, but the others will. Well, one other would not pay. Sirius, his Godfather, best friend of his parents hadn't been at the trial. Of course he was wanted for a similar mass murder that he did not commit. He also had believed Harry, as Harry found out through extended Legilimency, a little something taught to him by Snape. Oh, yes, they will all be very sorry, but first he needed to deal with Lord Voldemort.

To deal with Voldemort he needed his wand back, as well as the sword of Gryphinndor. Well, not necessarily his wand, he just needed a tail feather from Dumbledore's pheonix, Fawks. Either way he needed the same core... then he could travel to the ancient sword maker in Japan. Then, he would have the Avenger. Even Harry was unsure of how he came to have this knowledge, but he was sure it was accurate.

Of course, Harry had not turned dark, and he had not committed the crime he had been convicted for. He would not make them pay with their lives, no it would much more fun to let them live in fear of his retaliation. Let them live in fear of Voldemort while I prepare to destroy him, and destroy him I will. I will forge the Avenger. But first, I think it's time to check out of this hell hole.

With that, Harry snapped his fingers and his cell door, made of solid steel crumpled like a ship's sail in a hurricane. Of course the Dementors took notice of his sudden magical outburst. But before they could even begin to descend upon him, he thought of the knowledge that he knew how to defeat Voldemort, and on this happy thought he shouted "Potronus Totalus!" At this, a silvery orb surrounded Harry for a second before expanding outwards, evaporating all of the infamous Dementors of Azkaban.

"Hahahaha!" laughed Harry, "just a sampling of my true power."

And he disapparted into the cool night.