The Last Hope

Chapter 2

Harry woke up in what he knew was a Ministry cell. It was small. There wasn't even that much space to efficiently pace. A cot sat in the left corner of the cell, but Harry didn't have much time to rest because an Auror soon came in to retrieve him.

"Come on Potter," the Auror grunted while nearly dragging the chained Harry to the dreaded Level Ten.

Harry trembled slightly as he got on the empty lift. It was a short silent ride, shorter than Harry wished it to be. They then proceded from Level Nine going down the stairs to Level Ten. He walked through the dungeon-like corridors to the familiar Courtroom Ten. There he was led to the chained chair in the middle of the room.

It was the same as last time. Only this time a large number of people sat in the sidelines. He noticed the Weasleys right away. Mrs. Weasley cried openly into her husbands arms while he comforted her. Ginny was sitting with a pleading look in her eyes next to Ron, who seemed to be give him a look of anger and disgust. Hermione sat next to them giving him an 'I knew this would happen' look. The twins seemed shocked that it was really Harry in the chair. Behind the twins was none other than Draco Malfoy smiling. His arch rival was finally going to get what he deseved. The other faces in the room, some he recognized some he didn't, had mixes of anger, shock, pity, fear, hatred, and disgust in their eyes.

Harry turned to look at his Interrogators. Fudge sat in the middle between a stern-looking grey-haired woman and, to Harry's surprise, Headmaster Dumbledore. The old man's face was unusually blank and his eyes were void of their usual twinkle. The entire Wizengamot sat in on this one. Harry instantly knew he was doomed.

"Harry James Potter," came Fudge's voice, "You have been accused of killing a Muggle using the Unforgivable known as the Killing Curse. How do you plead?"

Harry did the only thing could at the moment knowing that lying would get him nowhere.

"Guilty."

A series of gasps and cries could be heard from the audience.

"Do you understand Mr. Potter, that the use of the Killing Curse is an automatic life sentence in Azkaban?" Fudge asked the child.

"Yes sir," Harry answered, "but it was in self defense," he added, trying to lighten his sentence.

"Still Mr. Potter, that is no excuse for the use of the Killing Curse on a Muggle. All in favor of Mr. Potter begin guilty say 'aye'."

More than two thirds of the Wizengamot replied. All of the color drained from Harry's face, and his chained arms and legs began to shake.

"All in favor say 'nay'." Not enough.

"Mr. Potter, you are hereby sentenced to life in Azkaban prison. Your wand shall be snapped and you shall never be able to use magic again."

It took a moment for Harry to register things, but when he did the boy began to struggle and thrash violently.

"No. Please." Harry yelled, "Headmaster please help me." Harry noticed that the old Headmaster did not looked him in the eye. He turned his back on Harry and so did everyone else. "How could you do this to your Savior. The one who is supposed to rid you of Voldemort." No one listened to him. He was a criminal now. The Boy Who Lived was a murderer. Who would destroy Voldemort if they imprisoned their Savior? No, he wasn't their Savior anymore. He was just another helpless soul to be preyed on by the Dementors.

The two Aurors that had grabbed Harry from his chair portkeyed to the island that held Azkaban prison. The ghastly building called to its new prisoner. Harry could hear the screams of the inmates. There were obviously still some Dementors left on the island. They could smell him coming. Harry knew. He could feel the bad memories of his past racing to the front of his mind. The boy tried his hardest to keep from going inside, but the two Aurors held steady.

"Someone, Anyone. Please Help Me!" he yelled mentally and verbally. It was too late now. He had already been dragged to his cell and left. The Dementors were coming. Ready to feed on the fresh new torture soul.

Harry had been wrong. Now his life was pure Hell.

A/N Wow I can't believe I got five reviews. I'm so happy. Thanks you guys.

scholcomp25: I had no idea that members only thing was on. I fixed it though.

IronFist Shady Gurl: lets just say that Harry was fuelled by fear when he started to run so he sort of forgot about his injuries. Also Harry's accidental magic played a part in healing the most severe injuries. I changed the last chapter. Hopefully it's a little more believable.

Blue Eyes White Dragon Sorcerer: things will definitely get worse before they get better for Harry.

I kind of felt like the trial was too short. Don't worry though. Dumbledore not saying anything plays a big part later.

Please review. It fuels my brain and fingertips to write more chapters.

Next Chapter: Life in Azkaban Prison