Harry Potter slowly stood up. His wand hand hovered over the bed, it was shaking. He tried to breathe steadily, but could not. His breath was caught in his throat. A silent tear fell from his shock filled eyes. Revenge did not feel as good as he had hoped. His hatred for the man lying in front of him slowly vanished. Instead emptiness grew. A faint rustle was heard, but Harry did not notice.

Blinded by his tears, he ran up the stairs almost tripping on the last step. There standing in the doorway in front of him stood Ginny. Her fiery hair had lost its brightness now and stood up at weird angles. Her feet were planted in the floor. There was no trace of fear on her face, but the sight of her eyes made Harry's stomach drop. Her face held a mask of sadness and loneliness with eyes that stared straight ahead as if not seeing Harry. Black circles from many sleepless nights made her looked haunted.

They both stood facing each other not moving. The sound of a door slamming and many people's footsteps sounded on the stairway. Time seemed to slow down. Harry's heartbeat speed up. The silence was broken. Ginny gradually looked into Harry's deep emerald eyes; Traces of shock still shone in his unshed tears. Without moving her gaze at Harry, she took a step closer.

"Why did you do it?" She asked softly. Harry moved his head forward to hear her. Her voice held pain, but her face remained emotionless. Her face paled ever so slightly as if trying not to show fear. Slowly as not to startle the woman in front of him, Harry slow put the wand he was hold in his right hand into the packet of his tattered robes. Dust fell, scattering on the floor.

"Ginny you must believe me. I did not kill your parents. I loved…." He was cut off as a man with bright red hair violently pressed Harry into the wall. He made his hand into a fist and punched Harry in the face. Red hot blood began to flow from his nose dripping down the front of his robes. Harry made no attempt to free himself from his attacker or to dodge him as the man struck him again. Harry's shoulders slumped again the wall in defeat. His knees buckled sending him crashing to the ground, lying sprawled out on the wooden floor.

"Ron!" Yelled Ginny breaking her silence caused by the sudden beating of the black haired man that lay at her feet. Seconds later a group of four men, all wearing pitch black robes and with their wands outstretched, appeared on the top of the stairs.

"Mr. Weasley we have been informed of an unforgivable curse being used in your house. It was performed in your bedroom. You are under arrest." The man who was leading the group charged. He was taller than Ron with hair so blond it looked almost white. A black cane was held in one hand, supporting his weight. A smirk was pasted on his pale face.

"It wasn't me, Malfoy." Ron responded. "It was him", Ron pointed. Harry quickly looked up. His face was smeared in blood. "Some killer he is. It didn't even work."

"Stop making excuses, Weasley, it was him." Draco Malfoy drew a piece of parchment out of his robes. He looked down at the piece of parchment he was holding in his hand. Shock spread on his face. "It was Sirius Black."

"You very well know he is dead. It was not me. It was Harry Potter." Ron said glaring into Malfoy's shocked face.

Harry's eyes opened wide. He finally remembered. He remembered who the person was who had caused him to have to live in Azkaban for the past three years and lost him his life. He remembered the person who lost him the one person he loved, but worst of all lost him his best friend. It was…

A/N: I feel really bad about not updating in a year. I am sorry it took this long. Hopefully the next chapter will be up shortly. I would like to give a BIG thank you to Olaf74 who has inspired me to continue to write. Since I have not written in a really long time reviews are greatly appreciated. I don't care what they said. They can be mean if you really want to, I would prefer not, but criticism is good. Thanks for sticking with me so long!