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Chapter 1: Azkaban tantrums
Harry Potter was laying on his cot in a cell in the Wizard's prison known as Azkaban. It wasn't the most comfortable place but it was the best he could do for now.
He had been locked in here for over fourteen months now, since the end of the Tri-Wizard Tournament when he had been returned to Hogwarts with the body of his class-mate Cedric Diggory.
But he hadn't been allowed to remain alone and forgotten here. That was the reason he had remained on his bed.
When he had returned to the grounds of Hogwarts, he had tried to tell Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster, what happened.
He had only managed to get a few words out before the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, had ordered him to be seized and transported to Azkaban without even the courtesy of a trial. But then thinking had never been Fudge's strong suit.
The minute he heard the word Voldemort, Fudge had accused him of trying to start a panic and Harry had been stunned only to find himself in the maximum security ward of Azkaban, surrounded by the damned Dementors.
But that hadn't been the worst of it.
Shortly after that his so-called friends had started giving interviews that Harry was going Dark. They claimed that he had to have murdered his fellow Champion because it was the only way he could win.
After that they had started giving out other information about his past adventures and how he was a threat to everyone around him.
The damned interviews and articles had come at the pace of about one a week at first.
With the interviews and articles came the visits from the Aurors to let their own opinions be known on the reviews.
They had read the articles to him and their "reviews" came in the form of torture curses and beatings.
After about six months, the damned articles had settled into becoming only a monthly filler but that hadn't stopped the Aurors from using him as their own personal punching bag.
When the abuse had finally started to shorten and become something manageable, Harry had started to perfect his own magic. Now, fourteen months after his imprisonment, he had master both Occlumency and wand-less magic. But it really didn't make any difference to him.
Voldemort had made it a point to show him the raids he was conducting under the radar without setting off the Ministry's warning and alert system.
Still, that hadn't changed the fact that he'd been betrayed by almost everyone he considered to be as close as family.
The worst part had been that all of the Daily Prophet papers had been sent by Amos Diggory as he used them to spur the Aurors on to administer the beatings.
Hell, Amos Diggory and Rufus Scrimgoeur had even visited in person on the anniversary of Cedric's death to extract their pound of flesh from him.
So here he laid in his cell, waiting for the next visit and biding his time until the next nightmare.
Little did he know that things were about to take a drastic change and shake up his life even more.
In the receiving room of the prison that was connected to the Ministry of Magic three visitors arrived by Floo and shook the soot off of their clothes.
Madam Amelia Bones head of the department of Magical Law Enforcement, Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Cornelius Fudge Minister of Magic.
Each one of them had come here to free Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.
Evidence had come to light that they had imprisoned the fourteen year old boy unjustly and even worse, the proof had come at the cost of learning that Lord Voldemort had returned to life with a vengeance.
Now they came here in the hopes of persuading that same boy to save them from the Dark Lord they feared.
As they went through the check points, Fudge turned to Dumbledore as he twirled his hat in his hands and thought about what they were facing.
"Albus, do you really think that Mr. Potter can be swayed to help us?" Fudge asked.
"I can only hope so, Cornelius. According to the signs he may very well be our only hope." Dumbledore replied.
"You both better pray to Merlin that he is in decent shape to listen to either of us." Amelia said, disgusted at what these two men had done to a fourteen year old child.
Albus she could understand somewhat because all he had to go on was what Fudge had said.
But Cornelius had done it because he wanted to hide his head in the sand and save his job. He had condemned a child to hell so that he could be seen to be doing something. He hadn't even given him a trial. And now he wanted this same boy to forgive them and save their world.
It made her sick.
The only reason she had come was to see if she could salvage the son of her friends, James and Lily Potter.
If not then she would do everything in her power to see that both of these fools paid for their mistakes.
Harry was lying on his cot when the cell door opened and he turned his head to see strange woman walk in followed by the Minister of Magic and his former Headmaster.
"What the hell do you want?" he sneered at Dumbledore and Fudge keeping his head pillowed in his hands as he laid on his back.
"We've come to take you home, Harry." Dumbledore said in a gentle tone.
"I am home, you old fool! You should know, you put me here." Harry almost snarled at them.
"Yes...um about that. It seems we made a dreadful mistake. Most regrettable, really." Fudge started hesitantly.
Harry burst out in mocking laughter at his words and they all looked at him, confused by his reaction.
"Oh that's good, Fudge. That's just bloody wonderful, YOU RAVING IDIOT! You call it a mistake that I wound up here after you gave the orders. You are some piece of work. Get Out!" Harry ranted.
"Harry, we didn't know. How were we supposed to react? But we know now. Voldemort has become more active recently." Dumbledore explained.
"So what?" Harry said apathetically.
"Harry, you're the only one who can defeat him. We need you." Dumbledore offered , thinking he was reaching his former student.
"That's not my problem, old man! You locked me in here and forgot about me until you decided you needed me again. Well guess what? I don't need you! So get the hell out of my cell and leave me alone." Harry warned.
"Now see here. I'm the Minister of Magic. I won't be spoken to like that!" Fudge blustered.
"Out there you might be. But to me you're nothing more than an over-blown wind-bag. And that ignorant old fool beside you is nothing to me. Everyone in your world turned on me because of you. So I don't owe any of you a damn thing. Now GO AWAY!" Harry roared, his eyes flaring with his magic.
"Now see here. You will come out and do your duty for your country or..." Fudge trailed off as he realized he had nothing left to threaten Harry with.
Harry just laughed at him, then went back to staring at the ceiling and ignoring them.
"Harry, we need you. You're the only one who can stop him." Dumbledore said in a humble tone.
"Save yourselves, old man. Because to me none of you are worth saving." Harry said, then fell silent.
Both men started to flare up again when Madame Bones spoke up.
"Gentlemen, maybe I should speak to Mr. Potter alone." she suggested, managing to garner Harry's attention a bit.
"Of course, Amelia. Perhaps you can make him see reason where we failed. We'll take a walk to the cafeteria." Albus suggested as he gestured for Fudge to follow.
"Mr. Potter, my name is Amelia Bones. I'm the current Head of the department of magical law enforcement." she introduced herself.
"I would say I'm pleased to meet you but the surroundings aren't exactly conducive to polite company." Harry said with a half grin as he looked over at her.
"I can see your point. But as angry as you are right now, I'm surprised you didn't try to punch one or both of them in the mouth." Amelia said wryly, "or at least stand and offer a lady a seat."
"I'm afraid the best I can do is to offer you a seat." Harry said as he conjured a chair wand-lessly as he snorted a bit. "You see standing is a bit beyond me at this point."
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand." Amelia said as she sat next to him, confused.
"Maybe you should see for yourself." Harry said as he took the blanket off and she saw the badly mangled legs it had been hiding.
"Merlin and Morgana! What happened to you?" she demanded sharply.
"Instead of answering that why don't you see for yourself. If you're able to do Legilimency then you should b able to see it. I'll allow you to look." he offered and met her eyes.
Taking out her wand, Amelia rose to the challenge and looked deep into his eyes as she cast the spell.
"Legilimens." she in-canted as she let herself be drawn into his gaze.
Slowly he began to show her his memories of the last fourteen months and everything that he had suffered at the hands of the Aurors.
Amelia memorized each face and was shocked at the depths that these so-called aurors had visited on this boy.
But the final straw was when she witnessed what Rufus and Amos had perpetrated on him during their visit.
When she drew out of his mind, Harry blinked and drew in a deep shuddering breath.
Amelia could only close her eyes in shame after witnessing what members of her own department had done to him and how he had suffered.
But she was here for a purpose now and she was damned if she would leave him here a moment longer.
"Mr. Potter, you may not know this but I was friends with your parents. Your father, James, was one of my trainees for a time. And your mother was a good friend when she was at school. You don't have to trust Albus or Cornelius. But if you'll let me help, I can get you out of here. You'll have to undergo a trial before the Wizengamot, but if you'd be willing to take Veritaserum and submit your memories to a pensieve we can get this cleared up." she offered.
"Sure. Just like the kiss on sight order Fudge put out for my godfather when we told him the truth in my third year?" Harry asked skeptically.
"Funny that you should mention Sirius. He was cleared just last year." she said.
"How did that happen?" Harry was curious.
"Albus finally came forward with the truth about your parents secret keeper." she said.
"So why didn't Sirius ever come to see me? Or even try to get me a trial?"
"You'll have to ask him." she said non-commitally.
"Actually, I don't need to. it was in one of the papers Diggory sent with one of his thugs. So as you can see, I really have no reason to care anymore." he sighed tiredly.
"Would you be willing to undergo a trial and clear your name?" she asked.
"Ma'am, I'll take the trial if you can promise me that once it's over I can go my own way and neither Fudge or Dumbledore will be allowed near me. Because I promise you, once I am cleared I will leave this mis-begotten world and Voldemort can have it." Harry said bitterly.
"I don't blame you. Mr. Potter, I really don't want to see you leave our world. But I will promise you that you don't have to answer to those old men. If you will trust me, then I think we can easily get you to safe place where you can find some peace for yourself." she vowed.
"And how are you going to do that?" Harry asked curiously.
"If you are willing to trust me, I know a way." she promised.
Harry considered what she was saying and he didn't really see any other options. But he refused to be a puppet again for anybody.
"Alright, Ma'am. But you can't let those two idiots near me or I'll wind up not leaving because I killed them." he said seriously.
"I have to ask, Mr. Potter. You do know that you're not supposed to be able to do magic in Azkaban, correct?" she asked a little curious.
"It's Harry, ma'am. And nobody ever told me." he said with a lop-sided grin.
"Just like your father." she shook her head with a laugh as she stood up and he banished the chair.
"Mrs. Bones, I don't mean to be a pest, but how are you going to get me to the Ministry? It's not like I can get there under my own power." he said as he tried to move himself into a sitting position.
"Don't worry, Harry. I'll take care of that as soon as I send Albus and Cornelius on their way. Is there anyone you want at the trial for support?" she asked.
"No. But I would like all of my so-called friends there to see what they have done. You could have that old fool gather them up. Because once the trial is over I would like to be able to address them one last time. Perhaps have a nice little press conference when I am cleared." Harry suggested with an evil grin.
"Why do I have the feeling that doing so could back-fire on me?" she asked.
"Not on you, ma'am But it could cause people to finally sit up and take notice of their own world." Harry said with a grin.
"Never mind that for now. First we have to get you to the Ministry." she said as she looked at him.
"How are you going to do that?" Harry asked.
"I think we need to talk about your future." Amelia suggested and then started to discuss several ideas and plans that could work out for the young man.
A/N: If you enjoy the idea let me know.