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Chapter 2
Harry Potter was bored.
Not a hard thing to believe, seeing as how he'd been sitting in the same cell for the last 5 years.
At least Neville was in the next cell...and after Harry had gotten a handle on the little bit of wandless magic he could do, they had a nice little hole between the two cells. Nothing big, this isn't The Count of Monte Cristo after all, but enough that they could keep up a conversation and share a smoke to help the days pass.
"Hey Harry, gimme a light, would ya?" he heard through the wall. Always willing to oblige, he stuck his hand through the wall and cast a small fire charm...he always thought it made him look like ET or something, but hey, whatever works.
"Harry, do you realize that tomorrow it'll be five years that we've been in here? I tell you, I never thought that fighting for the light side like we did would screw us over like this." Harry just chuckled at that, same way he always did when Neville brought it up. "Yea Nev, I always knew that doing the right thing would come back to bite me in the ass." And boy did it...
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny ran through the carnage to where they saw a light, figuring it was Moody, or one of the other Order members helping the fight. Instead, they got the shock of their lives, when they saw NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM standing over the prone figure of the dark lord, swinging a muggle baseball bat at Bellatrix Lestrange's head, with Lucius Malfoy's dead body laying in the street in front of him. Ron had time to say 'what in the bloody hell' when Neville muttered 'take care of the dark bastard for me' before collapsing in the street.
Hermione quickly checked him out, with a verdict of 'magical exhaustion', as Harry stood looking at the body of the premiere dark lord of the era. He noticed that Voldemort was still breathing, so he summoned a sword and did what needed to be done. As he finished, he noticed a figure in Death Eater robes and mask running towards him. A quick swipe of the sword, and Percy Weasley's head went flying to lie next to his master's. Ron's screams of 'You son of a bitch, that was my brother! How could you?' ran through Harry's ears...than he felt something slam into his head and the next thing he knew he was in a holding cell at the Ministry.
The trial was a sham from the beginning. The Weasley family screamed for vengeance, Molly went as far as to bring the hand labelled 'Harry' from the Weasley clock and throw it at his feet in the courtroom. Harry's pleas of innocence went unnoticed. Harry's demands for a pensieve or veritaserum were ignored. And Harry's testimony was torn to pieces. According to the 'reliable eyewitnesses', Harry got to the scene, saw that Voldemort had already been defeated, and had gone into a berzerker frenzy, first mutilating Voldemort's already dead body, than swinging at anything within reach. Percy had jumped in front of Harry before he could kill Ginny and Hermione, and lost an arm, than his head, before Ron could act, bludgeoning him in the head with the bat that Neville had conjured.
By the time that the authorities got to the scene, Percy was in regular street clothes, and his left arm (and subsequent dark mark) were removed by Harry's sword, and incendioed to oblivion. With no proof, and all the witnesses firmly against him, the court had no choice but to imprison him.
Harry took the offered cigarette, took a drag, and said 'You know, Nev, I think we need to do something special for our 5 year anniversary here.' Than something extremely rare occurred. Harry Potter started smiling.