A/N This is chapter 5! I've made it after this one! I haven't started with 'okay guys' for five chapters! Anyway, here is chapter 5. This one was vaguely disturbing to write, simply because I don't like so much violence. There is nothing graphic, just mentions. This is the trial. Happy reading!

The two men walked hand in hand to the court room. The cameras flashed and a million questions were thrown at Harry and Draco, but Harry was too caught up in preparing for his testimony, and Draco was too busy getting lost looking at Harry to notice.

They made it to the courtroom successfully, and soon, the Dursleys were brought in. They presented their testimony first. However, because they were Muggles, the truth serum would not work on them, so the court had to believe everything they said was true, and pass that, they had to take the facts to discover what was fact and what was made up.

"Mrs. Dursley, will you please stand?" Petunia Dursley stood. "State your name."

"Petunia Dursley."

"Please tell your side of the story. Tell us about Mr. Potter's time at your home."

"The little freak was left on our doorstep on Halloween night when he was a year old. We put him in a room, and gave him food and shelter. He helped around the house, but it was nothing more than the chores that any other child would do. Also like any other child, Vernon only hit him lightly if he misbehaved. There was nothing more, until he began to make weird things happen. We knew he was a complete freak, and he was treated as such."

"How so?"

Petunia's voice shook. "Vernon,"

"Who is Vernon?"

"My husband."

"Very good. Continue."

"Vernon would punish him to try and make him stop his unnaturalness. He would send the freak to his," she paused, "room."

"Thank you. Mr. Dursley, please stand. Mrs. Dursley, you may sit."

Draco looked over to Harry. He was shaking in rage. Harry turned and looked at Draco. "They lied!" He whispered.

Draco grabbed his hand and put it in his lap. "I know. We'll get our turn. And you know what to do, right?"

"I do."

"Good. Now just wait for your turn. It won't help things if you yell every time they lie. Just wait and be graceful. Don't show any emotion until we are back home. These people prey on emotions and they will twist your words around, should you show emotions."

Harry nodded and went back to listening to his family's lies. Vernon was halfway done. He told the same basic story that his wife did.

Then it was Dudley's turn, or so Harry thought.

"We cannot try the youngest Dursley as of now, at the request of one of our investigators. Further investigation is needed for his case. Now, I believe it is Mr. Potter's turn. Please stand."

Harry stood and stated his name, and drank a bit of the foul tasting potion.

"Please tell us your version of what happened during your stay with your relatives."

Harry kept his face blank as he told his story. "For as long as I can remember, I would wake up before anyone in the house, cook breakfast, and watch as my 'family' would eat. When they were done, I would take the dishes and wash them. Then, I would go outside and mow the yard, rain or shine. If it was snowing, I would make paths to wherever they would want to go."

Harry was interrupted. "How old do you think you were when this began?"

"I believe I was three."

The judge's face darkened. "Continue."

"When I was done with that, I would go to the side of the house and wash off with the hose. When I was dry, I would come in and make lunch. Again, I would watch as they ate, followed by doing the dishes. After that, I was given a piece of bread and water, usually. Sometimes the food was rotten if I was particularly 'bad' that day. After that, I would clean the whole house. It was dinner time by then, usually. I would make dinner, clean, and then go to my, as my aunt declared it, room. But it wasn't really a room."

"What was it?"

"A cupboard under the stairs."

"Do you have proof of this?"

One of the members of the Wizengamot leaned forward. "Mr. Finnegan gave these to me to show to you. This was Mr. Potter's living space for the first eleven years of his life? Am I right, Mr. Potter?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"The first five photographs are of Mr. Potter's cupboard, and the next are from his room."

"I will look at these later. Please continue, Mr. Potter."

"Thank you. I would await my uncle's decision. If he was pleased with me, the punishment would be light, usually a smack or two on the head or other places. If he was not pleased with what I did, or he was drunk, the beatings were more severe."

"Do you have proof of these beatings?"

"I have several of the scars from his 'lessons', yes."

"Would you please show the court?"

Harry nodded and removed his robe. "He used a bull whip, a knife, lots of rope, and held me under water sometimes." He unbuttoned his shirt. "There are scars from the whip and the ropes, and puncture wounds from the knives, as well as other … decorations." Harry pulled his shirt off of his torso. He dropped his glamours and faced the court, face still emotionless. He let them study the scars on his torso before he turned and let them see the scars completely covering his back. Even the judge gasped at the scar-words scattered across his back.

"These are the 'other decorations' you mentioned? These words?"

"Yes. My uncle would call me something, and if he was drunk, carve it into my back. Obviously, his favorite word was 'freak'."

"I see. Did your uncle ever … sexually assault you?"

"No, he never went that far. But he did everything but."

"Very well. I believe that is all we need to hear from you, Mr. Potter. Please take a seat."

Harry inclined his head gracefully.

"Mr. Malfoy, please stand." Draco stood and was given the truth serum. "What is your name?"

"Draco … Lucius Malfoy."

"Why do you hesitate you say your own name?"

"I do not wish to be acquainted with that name anymore. I do not agree with what my … father has done, and I have disowned myself, as well been disowned, from the Malfoy name."

"Understandable. Please tell the court how you believe that Mr. Potter's abuse has affected his life."

"He still wakes up from nightmares in the middle of the night. For a long time, he didn't like to be touched, and he didn't allow his own wounds to heal, even though he has the power to remove cursed wounds. He lived with his open wounds every day of his life, and even went through Auror training with them open. I have no idea how he hid the blood too, but he did. But worst of all, at least to me, was that he believed he was as worthless as his uncle told him. He thought he was a freak that should be punished. He was so beaten down by his uncle, in more ways than one, that he believed he killed his friends by not being strong enough to kill the Dark Lord the first time. He was beaten so many times that he now heals at a faster rate than everyone else."

The judge raised an eyebrow. "So if Mr. Potter were to cut himself….?"

"I would heal instantly." Harry stood and pulled a dagger from his sleeve. Before anyone could even react, Harry pulled the dagger across his arm. The blood fell to the ground, and, seconds later, the blood was dried and the wound was closed, healing without a scar.

"Fascinating. Why, then, Mr. Potter, did your other scars not heal?"

"I would not allow them to. They were created with a cursed knife, and I didn't allow them to heal. I kept them open too long and, by the time I was convinced that I could let them heal, they were too far infected. The best my curse could do is scar."

"You call your amazing ability to heal a curse?"

"Yes, I do."

"Why?"

"When I was in school, after I had lost my friends, I wanted to give up. I wanted my terrible excuse for a life to end. I tried to give up, but I couldn't."

"You tried to commit suicide?"

"More than once. Most of them were after I had killed Voldemort. I had nothing left to live for. Also, how I developed the ability that contributes to my hatred. And before you ask, my magic protected me, and it still does."

"From your uncle's abuse?"

"Most of it."

"I see. I believe we have heard all we need to. We will return in ten minutes. Please be back by then." Everyone stood, and everyone but the Dursleys filed out. Harry and Draco left the courthouse to a private place on the side of the building.

"Fall."

Draco pulled Harry to him and let him cry. A couple minutes later, Harry pulled back and kissed Draco. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being here, for making this happen, for loving me, and for being my reason."

"Your reason?"

"My reason to live."

Draco's heart melted and he felt butterflies in his stomach. "Well, then, you're welcome. And thank you for being here, for allowing me to love you, and for being my reason to believe in love."

Harry was about to reply when a bell went off, signaling that it was time for the decision. Harry ran a hand across his face, making the redness and puffiness from his crying disappear. "Let's go."

Draco grabbed Harry's hand and together they walked back to the courtroom.

"Now that we are all here, it is time to make our decision. All in favor of sentencing Vernon and Petunia Dursley to a lifetime in Muggle prison, raise your hand."

Everyone in the Wizengamot raised their hand.

"This is the Wizengamot's decision. As a side note, I would like to say how disgusted I am by the pictures I was given. I cannot believe any person could treat a child like Mr. Potter was treated, and I am appalled, simply at the amount of blood in that tiny space. I believe, from the color, that some of that was still wet. When was the last time you were kept in that cupboard?"

"I was eleven. I got my own room after that."

"Ah, yes, your 'room'. I am even more disgusted by what I have seen in those pictures, but I cannot go into that. I will murder those people where they stand if I try to even think about it. So, the Wizengamot's decision stands. Guards."

Four Muggle guards with Wizard relatives stepped forward and took the two Dursleys away. Dudley looked after his parents in despair. What was he going to do without his parents? How would he buy things now, without his parent's money?

"Mr. Dursley, if you will follow Mr. Kessler, he will take you to your new rooms."

"Am I going back to the cell?"

"No. As of now, you are not a prisoner. This may change, depending on what he discover about your past with Mr. Potter."

Dudley nodded and allowed himself to be led away.