AN: I appreciate the comments from before, it gave me the incentive to keep this story going. Again its still only a test run. If it turns out to be something I'm into ill remove the "test" status.

"Spell casting"/"ETHEREAL SPEAKING"

Sounds that are an onomatopoeia such as Pop or Bang

'Thinking'

Reading/Writing in a book or on a rune of sorts.

Deaths Adventure for the Last of the Peverell

Six Months Ago

"You can't do this!" Harry yelled. He was currently standing in a cage used during the Deatheater trials in front of the entirety of Magical Britain's Governing body, the Wizengamot. Harry was on trial for what they called 'Treason'.

" I devoted my entire life to this body, I was forced into it by Albus Dumbledore!" He proceeded to defend himself, but they all weren't listening to a word of it. Somber faces surrounding him. "Hermione, Ron! Tell them! I've done nothing but help them!" He begged, practically on his knees.

Ron suddenly looked outraged, snapping out of the blue, jealousy crawling from his pores for all to see. "DON'T YOU CALL ME THAT POTTER!" He blasted from his throat, the loudest Harry ever heard, possibly even louder than his mother. Speaking of whom looked almost proud at Ron- No... Weasley... "You... Arrogant bastard!" He gnawed out, reminiscent of his Uncle Vernon. "It's always you, Potter... Always taking the spotlight... It's always Harry this and Harry that, no-one ever talks of those around you!" He finished, catching his breath.

"Mister Weasley! That is quite enough!" Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt demanded of him, "I will have order in my court!" He turned to look at the convicted raven haired man. "Lord Potter. you have been convicted of commiting treason against the Ministry of Magic." He calmly stated, looking upset that he was forced to do this. 'Dammed Deatheaters' he muttered under his breath.

"But minister!" Harry said, "What treason have i done!"

Minister Shacklebolt looked down at his heels for a moment, wishing for another option. Eventually looking up at the eighteen year old, he stated without even hiding the sadness in his voice, "Lord Potter, due to an overwhelming vote of the entirety of the Wizengamot, it has been concluded that due to you not picking a faction, be it 'Light' or 'Dark', you have been declared guilty of treason..."

Shacklebolt knew full well that the charges against the man-who-conquered was purely pulled out of thin air from both factions. Thats the trouble really, with the Wizengamot, it is so filled with corruption that both sides want the hero of a war to be sentenced for a life sentence to Azkaban. The old minister of Magic, the one before Rufus Scrimgeour, Fudge. Had been twisted and gave all of his power to the seats of the Wizengamot. Of course, he had tried to make the Wizengamot back to what it was before, but the only way to do that is to bring power back to the minister of magic. Unfortunately, the only way to do that is for a majority vote. Neither side wished to give their power up. So Kingsley was left with no other option but to listen to them.

"Is there any last words you wish to speak before you are removed from the cell and placed in Azkaban?" He asked the last potter heir. Sorrow being the only emotion he feels, Potter was his favorite Auror too...

"Which one of you..." Harry growled out with his head down.

"Lord Potter? Can you please repeat yourself?" The minister requested, feeling fear from where he stood for some reason.0

"I said... WHICH ONE OF YOU WAS IT" He yelled out. "WHICH ONE OF YOU BASTARDS GOT TOGETHER TO DO THIS." Rage being the only emotion featured on his face. His magic escaping through his body, causing an immense pressure to exert on the entirety of the Ministry of Magic.

"I D-don't k-know what you mean L-lord P-potter" The Chief Warlock, Arthur Weasley stuttered out. Truthfully he didn't wish this on Harry, but his wife was furious when Harry rejected Ginny, so he had no choice but to accept this.

"It was us harry..." A small voice squeaked out, invoking the young Lords ire.

Snapping his head towards the voice, Harry Potter momentarily lost his footing, feeling as though he had been punched in the stomach. "G-guys...? You did this...?" He asked, looking towards his old friends. "It was us..." Hermione repeated.

"W-why...? I thought we was friends...?"

"We are friends harry! It's just-" She got cut off by another voice.

"We are most certainly not!" Young Ginevra Weasley corrected, "Not since you abandoned us!" She screeched so loud even a harpy couldn't compare.

Harry, who since the youngest of the Weasley family had started talking had started glaring at her, stated "I never abandoned any of you... I wasn't ready for a relationship Ginny, I want to hold off of relationships until i at least get my footing..." Harry spoke to her, as though she was merely a petulant child.

"LIAR!" She exclaimed. "Aurors! Take this traitor to Azkaban! Immediately!"

Harry had started coming to terms with it all, and started making a mental list on who's faces looked guilty and who's face didn't, as he was being dragged off by Aurors.

All Weasleys except the twins, Bill and Arthur were glaring at him.

Hermione is crying and is trying to reach him, being held back by Ron.

Andromeda is crying while holding Teddy.

Neville and Luna are yelling at both factions trying to get them to see reason.

Teddy is crying, seeing him being dragged away.

Seeing his godson in that way caused him to stop struggling. "Goodbye Teddy..." He whispered.

As he had been hit by a stunner to subdue him, he saw... Ron... slapping Hermione on her face...

Deaths Adventure for the Last of the Peverell

Waking up in Azkaban, he looked across his cell, seeing nothing but a dark gray room, with a uncomfortable bed and a single toilet. He wondered briefly which cell he was in till he saw something that widened his eyes. A single word etched onto the wall of the room.

Padfoot

"This... was Sirius' cell...?" He asked, expecting no reply. Being shocked when he heard a beautiful voice respond to him. "Who? Sirius Black?"

Stunned for a few moments he later replied with, "Yeah... He was my godfather..." he solemnly said.

"Godfather... Wait... Harry Potter?!" She responded, shocked that the infamous 'chosen one' had been thrown into Azkaban.

"Yes, Who are you?" He pondered. Only getting a response after a few seconds.

"Lady Daphne Isabella Greengrass." She spoke in a cold, neutral tone.

"The Ice Queen?" He asked in response to not only her name, but also her tone.

"Yes" She simply said.

After a few moments of silence, Harry simply said one sentence.

"Nice to meet you..."

To which the heiress of her family said, "And you..."

Deaths Adventure for the Last of the Peverell

Months pass, they each tell each other of their life experiences, their once hopes and once dreams... She had been thrown into Azkaban because Draco Malfoy wished to inherit the Greengrass fortune. Coming up with false charges to get her in there. They both had been trialed and sent to Azkaban on the same day.

Deaths Adventure for the Last of the Peverell

AN: There you have it, chapter 2. I have many ideas for this so please do let me know if i should continue it. Chapter 3 will be both Harry and Daphne's escape from Azkaban.