Take 1

"And this August body finds you guilty for using magic in the presence of a Muggle," sneered Cornelius Fudge. "You are hereby imprisoned to Azkaban prison for five years."

Harry Potter couldn't believe it. The Wizengamot had more or less convicted him despite the evidence and the eyewitness provided.

"Auror's, take him away," ordered the Minister.

"Hold on one moment," Harry roared suddenly getting an idea. He knew very well that some in the room were Voldemort supporters. "If I go to Azkaban, I'll be dead before nightfall. The Dementors and the high security Death Eaters want me dead and they'll happily do it. Doesn't my death belong to Voldemort."

"LIES," screeched the toad like woman next to Fudge. "He is dead, thanks to the Ministry's efforts during the war."

"I thought I did it," roared back Harry. "Or is there another Boy-Who-Lived among you."

Many gave the toad like woman looks of scorn and disbelief.

"TAKE HIM AWAY," shouted Fudge, spittle flying from his mouth.

The Death Eaters among the Wizengamot however were uneasy knowing that Bellatrix Lestrange would be in close proximity to the boy.

Five minutes later Thorfinn Rowle was ranting in Lucius' ear.

"You got us into this without consulting the Dark Lord," fumed Rowle. "How stupid are you? Bellatrix will have him killed seconds after he arrives. He will be furious with us all for allowing this to happen. Or have you forgotten his Crucio's for losing his diary."

That woke Lucius up. He made his way to Cornelius' office.

Harry and Auror's Dawlish and Manley were waiting for the boat to arrive when Kingsley Shacklebolt popped in next to them.

"By Order of the Ministry of Magic and the Minister himself Harry Potter is now exonerated and his wand is to be returned to him," he said, handing Dawlish and Manley the form which was signed by Cornelius Fudge himself.

After checking to see if it was forged Dawlish and Manley turned Harry loose over to Kingsley with scowls.

Kingsley grabbed Harry and apparated to Hyde Park, the Tower of London and then to the front step of Grimmauld Place.

"That was nicely played Mr Potter," said Kingsley gruffly. "Less than ten minutes after you left, Lucius Malfoy was in the Minister's office telling him to drop the charges. Clearly Voldemort didn't know about this."

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Take 2

Cornelius Fudge was smiling. Harry Potter was in Azkaban, his reputation tarnished, and Albus Dumbledore shown to be incompetent in front of a jury.

He chewed on his apple hoping Harry Potter would crack before the day was out, owing to his known weakness around the Dementors. He left a memo to be notified when it happened.

Three weeks had passed and Cornelius was thoroughly pissed off. Harry Potter was apparently having a relaxing time in Azkaban. He almost never ate the food the guards brought and apparently was sleeping easily. His bathroom didn't even stink. AND he was immune from the Dementors.

How was that possible? He couldn't even think of an explanation without having migraines.

Harry was reading Quidditch Through The Ages in his luxurious painted cell when an old friend popped in.

"Master Harry Potter," said his old friend Dobby. "I've brought you some beef casserole and treacle tart for dessert with butterbeer."

"Thanks Dobby," smiled Harry. "How's the spellwork going?"

"Everyone is still getting migraines trying to think how you're surviving the way you are, and the Dementors are still terrified of that furby to come anywhere near your cell," said Dobby. "And here's a letter from your Grangy friend."

"Thanks so much Dobby," smiled Harry. "You really are the greatest friend anyone could have."

Take 3

Harry was miserable in Azkaban.

The Dementors were driving him crazy. Bellatrix Lestrange was always screaming death threats at him, and Voldemort was back.

By the third day he almost exploded when he got the same meal again.

He kicked his food on the floor.

"What I wouldn't give for Dobby's cooking right now."

"Harry Potter calls Dobby."

Harry reared back in shock.

"Dobby, how did you get in here?"

"You called me."

"House-elves can get in here," asked Harry sceptically in a low voice. He didn't want the nearby Death Eaters to overhear and get ideas.

"Yes we can," smiled Dobby. "What can Dobby do for Harry Potter?"

"Dobby, if you can get in here, can you take me out?"

And with a quiet pop Azkaban was missing one prisoner.

AN: Just a response to the Harry In Azkaban trope. The house elves are always overlooked so I'm sure they can get into Azkaban easily. And I highly doubt Harry would use Bellatrix as a slave unlike most fanfics. And she would definitely kill him if she had the opportunity.