Since my friend was so kind to give me a shout out then I'll do so as well.

Nonezumi has started reworking a well written OC- centric Bleach fic for NaNoWriMo. And trust me as a huge criticizer of all things OC related it must be excellent.

A/N: Someone asked me if Harry was raped. No. I thought I made it clear last chapter but obviously not. If you've noticed Harry doesn't really dwell too much on his lockup. He's not majorly angsty. I chalk this up to moving out of my teenage angst faze, I just hate writing really angsty like stuff. I don't write super angst filled fictions and I don't write rape fictions.

Summary- 2011 NaNoWriMo! Harry was betrayed and left to rot in the darkest corners of Azkaban biding his time as Voldemort rose to power. But a far darker and more powerful threat approaches that even the Dark Lord can not defeat, but Harry's not ready to save them. A twist on the usual Azkaban fic. Probably VoldemortXHarry.

Dark Intentions

VanityIre

Chapter Three

Sentenced

She began talking before she even reach him. Her eyes never leaving Lily.

"You're running late. Your trial should have started two hours ago. Why do you have a child with you, I heard from Kingsley when I passed him down the hall that you were raising it in Azkaban," Granger said in one breath, as though the thought was beyond preposterous. It was, Harry admitted to himself, raising a infant in that rotten hell hole would have been horrible, which was why he was glad he and Lily had not been living there. And still he refused to answer her.

"And hello to you too Granger, how have you been this last decade?" he said instead. His voice was obviously laced his sarcasm, they both knew he could have cared less.

The brunette pursed her lips,irritated that she was obviously being ignored. Harry couldn't care less.

Her lips relaxed and she quickly morphed her expression into that of compassion. She finally let her eyes wonder from the child to him."Look Harry, I know we've wronged you, especially Ron and I, but-"

Harry interrupted her before the fool said something that would set him off.

"Are we not making ourselves further late, why keep the fools on the Wizengamot waiting longer than necessary," he asked, smirking at her affronted look at be interrupted. "I am curious to know why I need to be re-sentenced for crimes I am easily guilty for."

Hermione seemed to straighten more, obviously putting her questions away for la better time, a time she would not be getting. At least Granger knew to put work before her personal life. "There was a bill that was passed through the minister's desk and then brought before the Wizengamot. In less complicated terms it stated that your prior judgment may have been too harsh and that further scrutiny on your case would be needed."

"Even better, why is it called a re-sentencing when I was never given a trial in the first place. It's suspicious isn't it?" he said hoping she could detect the heavy bitterness behind each word.

He hadn't laid his hatred to rest, far from it, but years of stewing in nothing but anger, hatred and self pity had taught him how to control his emotions. At least on the surface. He no longer cursed at random times at the thought of his former best friends. He no longer screamed profanities to uncaring ears when he thought of the day he awoke alone and cold in a cell. No, that young foolish child was long gone. As had the years that saw him growing. Now age twenty-seven he was a grown man he thought, looking down at Lily who had finished he bottle; it had somehow found its way onto the tiled floor, and was blinking her innocent baby blue eyes up at him. He had a child to see after and give all his emotions to. At this point in time Granger and the rest of the world weren't worth it.

"But enough, we should go in," She said watching as Harry retrieved the baby from the stroller. He was intending to push it along but had plans to carry Lily for the time being. The four-month-year-old hated laying down after first being woken up and feedings.

They approached the doors which creaked up, but were delayed by an Auror. "A courtroom is no place for a kid," one said.

The Auror moved as it to take the baby and Harry didn't bother to smother the dark snarl that was released. "The child," he spoke tightening his hold on the stroller's bars, "stays with me."

The Auror looked ready to protest, but Harry gave no room for arguments entering the courtroom without much preamble. He pushed the stroller right on by not bothering to give the man a second glance. it was doubtful that anyone noticed the bar he held tightly too, was slightly bent.

Granger followed behind him with a frown clearly upset that Harry would bring a child into a courtroom of all places.

The set up had not changed at all since the last time he was there. If anything it was shinier, newer. It still resembled a regular courtroom with a large wooden conference podium that stretched very wide, so all fifty or so member would have equal space. Off to the right was a small work table at which a dark skinned witch sat behing preparing to record the entire session with a speed recoding quill. In the center was one man Harry was not looking forward to overseeing his trial. Pius Thicknesse, while losing his spot as Minister to Lucius Malfoy must have been thrilled that he was given the post as Chief Warlock.

Thicknesse as a Minister was found lacking many good qualities. Intelligence, strength, caring and devotion to his people. Although people had different opinions in the qualities of a good ruler, all believed that a leader should help their country grow and thrive. Thicknesse set about a regiment that thrived on having the people fear the government. In doing so, it failed to make the people the trust in the ministry. And trust had been lacking since Fudge was in office. Voldemort clearly had little choice but to replace Thicknesse. With the pure-blood have a deciding vote, Malfoy was voted into office six years ago. As far as Harry knew Thicknesse was too useful to throw aside. He came from an ancient pure-blood family, so despite his bad stint in office, many pure-bloods still wanted him to hold some power. In the end Malfoy appointed him head of the Wizengamot, the Chief Warlock.

And that Merlin damned chair had yet to be destroyed. Harry didn't feel comfortable having Lily in his lap as he sat in that chair, so chose instead to place her back in the stroller and let it rest beside him.

Harry took a seat in the chair without prompting from either the guard or the council, not feeling anywhere near as nervous as he should have been. He didn't even bother to sit properly but instead slouch down and hung one leg off the side of an arm rest.

Harry noticed quite a few of the Wizengamot had zeroed in on his entrance, and were sporting expressions of disapproval. One actually had the gal to speak up.

"You're over an hour late Mr. Potter. You're lucky we decided to delay any further court hearings to wait for your arrival," he said, his too long white beards stretched out along the surface in front of him. Harry recognized him as Forman Durtches, he was a member of the Wizengamot the last time to was on trial. Most of them were he noted taking in many faces. He was a little disgruntled to see Delores Umbridge, Rudolphus Lestrange, and a few other members about. There was only one empty chair, and harry assumed it belonged to the missing minister. It was possible Malfoy just didn't find the matter important enough. Or maybe he was off blowing Voldemort... Harry stopped the thought, turning slightly green.

"You'll have to excuse me. I didn't even know their was a scheduled trial today," Harry drawled. He laced his fingers and put them behind his head. There he looked suitably relaxed.

"And why is there a baby in this court room Mr. Potter?" Durtchess demanded. He turned to Thicknesse, "Pius I demand this child be dismissed from this courtroom at once!"

Thickness looked ready to order it too. "This child, as you call her is my daughter by blood and magic. And as her legal guardian, you have no rights to remove her from my vicinity."

There were a few gasps and murmurs of shock.

Thinknesse authoritatively used his mallet to call order, "Right well be that as it may, we will handle this concern after the current trial," Though the queer look he sent the stroller made Harry think it was far from over. Actually, Harry was surprised by the lack of attention many member of the Ministry had been giving the appearance of Lily. This court Hearing was obviously about something important.

"We have called for a retrial, Mr. Potter due to a claim that your first sentence was a little harsh."

400 year wasn't cruel, it was borderline excessive.

"Right, well since we're on the subject," Harry said amicably, or as amicably he could get with a maniacal grin on his lips. "Mind explaining how I'm getting a retrial when I was never tried in the first place? I'm sure I remember something along the lines of being bound and stunned and handed over to a lunatic Dark Lord, then chucked me into prison without any preamble." He said all of this with a curled lip as if he were looking back on a fond memory, which he was definitely not.

"Mr. Potter!" Durtchess exclaimed obviously scandalized at Harry's little speech. He probably was balking at the mention of Voldemort being a lunatic. Which he may not be now, but at the time he most certainly was.

"If I've become slightly cynical after a ten year bout in Azkaban, you'll have to excuse me. It's what tend to happen when one is wrongly imprisoned against their will."

Quite a few of the Wizengamot looked severely uncomfortable at his little speech, but not all. Some seemed to be holding back their sneers. A round middle aged woman with aging lines patterned across her plump face cleared her throat, and Harry couldn't have been more gleeful at noting the appearance of Delores Umbridge.

"Do you have anything helpful to add?" He said sarcastically, "In fact, never mind, I suggest you shut up anyway." He grinned at the scandalized look she was sporting the moment the words left his mouth.

"Mr. Potter, it would seem Azkaban has not taught you much discipline, maybe spreading your legs for every available prisoner has loosen your lips as well," Umbrigde said sweetly. She was obviously referring to Lily being born as a bastard child out of rape.

"Oh, Azkaban was no where near the torture you had me endure in detentions Umbridge, blood quills have their own special anguish," He said just as sweet.

"Well I'd be glad to reintroduce you to one of those detentions. Maybe we can include your daughter as well."

Harry saw red at the mention of Lily being anywhere near blood quills. Like hell, she or anyone else was ever getting near enough to Lily. His eyes peered into the stroller, no longer covered by the bassinet and noted that Lily had dozed off again.

"Oh I think we should, I'd be glad just to get you in a room alone you bi-"

"Enough!" demanded Thicknesse just as Hermione cried his name. The Chief Warlock turned his beady black eyes to Harry and seemed to be trying to penetrate his mind. But Harry didn't feel any occlumency brushing his thoughts, so the man was just trying and failing to irk him. Harry also did not miss how the majority of the courtroom easily glanced over the fact that he had mentioned blood quills. Figures.

"You Harry James Potter are charged with conspiring against the British Dark Lord and working against the British Wizarding government. You have a right to see over your own retrial or-"

"What trial?" he asked amused. "I was never given a trial remember, I've already said this."

Pius looked up from the parchment and cleared his throat. "Yes well... There is little reason to dwell on something insignificant. Choose your representation."

Harry sighed. Someone, a foolish someone must had thought Harry would jump at the chance to have Granger as lawyer, probably going on the basis that she had been his former best friend. He watched as she shuffled papers from the open brief case on her desk, probably assuming he would choose to be represented as well. These wizards obviously thought him a simpleton, but Harry knew, he knew more than they thought he did about their so called laws.

"I've decided I will be representing myself," Harry said quite enjoying the reaction of both the Wizengamot and Granger who had dropped her papers in shock. They obviously thought he was stupid. But he was far from it.

"Are you sure Potter?" An old witch asked a few seat to his right.

"Very. Please proceed," He said he said dramatically lavishing a hand about for emphasis.

"Mr. Potter," Thickness began, and Harry was already getting sick and tired of the arrogant way these people saw fit to pronounce his name. "You have been charged with conspiring against the British Dark Lord and working against the British Wizarding government." He repeated. "How do you plead?"

Harry snorted, what exactly did they expect to gain out of this farce of a trial? One way to find out.

"Guilty." He thought he may have heard Granger give a squawk.

"Then we will take this time to view evidence and...d-did you just say guilty," The Chief Warlock spluttered.

Harry looked at the man as though he were slow in the head. "Obviously, pay attention. I plead guilty, we all know I was gallivanting around catering to the whims of a dead old man. I'll even admit freely that I had every intention of killing Voldemort," the entire courtroom shuddered at the mention of the name. Lily giggled. "Now sentence me." He told them knowing the fastest way to end this trial was to lay all his cards on the table. He knew he would be found guilt anyway, so it would be best just to get it over with.

There wasn't any sentencing going on even after another three minutes had passed. Feeling impatient Harry decided to hurry up the process. "Look, we all know I'm here because you want something. Why else would you delay other court hearings in order to make sure this one happened. I know it policy to drop cases if the wizard on trial is even a minute late. Yet here I am an hour late. I also know that due to Britain's new regiment, the only way to achieve any goal is through legal action. I'm aware that the Ministry is attempting to gain Allies from other countries who refuse to sign any treaties as long as the government is seen as tyrannical. You may as well tell me what your all truly after now."

The gurgling, wasn't from Lily so it must have been Granger going into cardiac arrest.

Even Umbridge seemed surprised by his astuteness.

"You're correct. Then Mr. Potter, you are here by sentenced to serving one year in the BMW," Thicknesse said not even remembering to knock his mallet officially.

And now Harry was starting to understand where this all was going. It had been clear almost immediately that his entire thing had something to do with the British Military for Wizards. Abbreviated to BMW, not to be mistaken for the car. It wasn't but two months ago that random attacks had been happening in areas strongly populated by wizards throughout Britain. Scotland in particular. Britain had been unable to determine how these attacks had been occurring, only that they were magical in nature. It had been all over the Daily Prophet for days, Harry remembered. The newspaper was controlled by the government however, so specific facts where covered up, like if the attacks were from close range individuals or long range weapons. But an article three days ago had answered that question for anyone intelligent enough to think. The Minister had issued a draft, every eligible male over the age of Seventeen who was not still attending school or an heir to an pure-blood household was called to enlist. Many families had protested the need for such measures. Harry wasn't sure of the total situation, but he figured out one important thing. They obviously needed a savior.

"No."

Harry actually did chuckle at the bristling that was going on along the line of the table. Some made noises of outrage at his blatant disrespect. Harry ignored this, instead paying more attention to Lily, who was awake once more and whining too loud for her to just want attention.

"You don't seem to understand , you don't have a choice."

Harry waved a hand in dismissal, finally standing up but only in order to reach for the diaper bag. He found the diaper, wipes and baby powder at the bottom and retrieved them. He set about changing Lily's diaper and addressing the Wizengamot at the same time. "Actually according to the Charter of 1697 provision 54 on the legal rights of prisoners, any prisoner who is standing for a retrial has the right to deny any further sentencing after the first." Here Harry paused to grace the room with a twisted grin. "And I do believe you all are calling this retrial are you not?"

Harry hoped the loud crashing noise from behind him was Granger falling off her chair. He finished wrapping the old diaper, glad that Lily had merely urinated, not sure if he could have gotten away with changing her crap filled diaper in court. Harry reached for a stuffed dragon after replacing the diaper bag and placed it beside Lily's head. She reached for it and held it above her head cooing.

Silence. Ah, how often was Harry subjected to that blessed silence today? Then there was a scrapping of chairs and quite a few members of the council ducked away from sight only to reappear with large tombs Harry recognized as The British Book of Wizarding Law. They began flicking through the pages like mad.

"He's right," A young man said shooting Harry a wide eyed unbelieving look.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course I am. But seeing how corrupt the government is, I don't really expect this law to truly hold much legal standing. However, you are all trying to appeal towards other countries to aid you, if I'm not mistaken. And in order for this to happen legal actions take precedence."

Thicknesse looked like he swallowed a lemon, and poor Umbridge was blinking too rapidly to truly be looking at anything anymore.

"Then I suppose it wouldn't hurt to strike a deal", Harry said, this had somehow ended up in his favor, so he wasn't inclined to let the opportunity slip. Harry knew very well that no amount of political and legal know how would stop them. For some reason they wanted him in the military, but Harry would be damned if he went anywhere without Lily.

"I'll go, " He told them, "But only if my daughter remains with me, You will agree to take no legal action against my legal and magical rights to her. And in return I will enlist in the BMW and bring no more legal jargon to the table for now."

An old white haired witch, who had been flipping through the pages of her law book finally slammed it shut. "Frankly, this is a better deal Thicknesse. We don't truly understand how Mr. Potter came to be with a child in the first place. Either way however, the only way for this to end quickly Is to make a decision. Accommodations can be made for the child. After all, He said to make it happen no matter what remember?"

Thicknesse struggled with Harry's proposal in his head before sighing. Harry smirked sitting back down in the chair, he had won.

All in all, it had been a satisfying day, Harry thought. The case had been quickly wound up after his deal was accepted. Many of the council were still grumbling over it however. And though Harry had agreed to enter the military, he had never said anything about putting in any effort.

After a little debate, one Harry was unable to hear, Thicknesse had told him that he would be registered, then left under the care of one of an overseer who would house both he and Lily for a few days until the start of training.

The Aurors were instructed, after the trial was over to escort him and Lily to level six, military registration, where he would been his 'caretaker.'

Hermione stopped him outside the courtroom doors. She laid a hand on his arm which had been pushing the stroller. "Harry, can you not find it in your heart to forgive, given the out come. The world is so much better than we could have hoped for. Despite restriction that separate many of us, there are so much more laws enacted that give us rights and knowledge."

"And what does that mean for me? The world that I fought for, was imprisoned for are happy with the outcome of losing after all. That it was all in vain." He chuckled darkly shrugging her hand off as if it burned. He felt an old bitter resentment build slowly back up. "No, Granger I can't find it in my heart to forgive."

She blinked back a few tears, "It's Weasley now," She stated. "Ron and I-"

"I don't care," He simply said. Because he truly didn't care to know how great Granger and Weasley's life was after they betrayed him.

With that Harry let the Aurors lead him down the hall and away.

A/N: Ending was way rushed that's for sure.

I'm posting this on 11/7/11 and I expect to be finished with chapter 4 before 11/8/11. I'm getting a really good response to this story so I'm encouraged to write more. Also I split my original chapter 2 in half so you won't be seeing that unexpected guest until tomorrow.

It was mentioned that a few of you like the mystery behind Harry's imprisonment, so instead of explaining everything, like I had originally planned to do this chapter I will slowly leave hint after hint until the whole story unravels. I actually want to know what some of your thoughts are of why Lily was in Azkaban with Harry. Anyway, by the time chapter fifteen rolls around you all should be able to guess what had happened. Can you figure it out before I tell you?