AN AZKABAN STORY...
...WITH A LITTLE BIT OF FUN...
Story Summary: Quirrell was a bit smarter, and one event throws the whole world off balance When Harry Potter – and later, Ginny Weasley – gets thrown into Azkaban for murdering Quirrell, he meets his godfather, and they band together to give everyone the weirdest, most unique Azkaban story out there. With all those Quidditch posters in the room, Dumbledore won't know what hit him. (Neither will Voldemort, as a matter of fact, especially when he tries to break out his servants from Azkaban)
Azkaban: Marauder Style!
Part One: The Trial
Harry couldn't believe he was here. When he'd accepted his Hogwarts Letter, he didn't expect to find out he was world famous. And he didn't expect that the Dark Lord he supposedly killed to be living at the school in the disguise of Quirrell. And he most definitely didn't expect that when he put his hands on Quirrell's face, that it would land him in the Ministry of Magic, awaiting his trial. Yes, his trial.
Arthur Weasley looked at him with a sad look on his face, "I'm sorry, Harry, you really were a good boy. I'm afraid I can't go any further." Harry tried not to look into his eyes, but Arthur's words rang in his head. You were a good boy.
"But I didn't do it," Harry said, quietly. Molly shot him a disappointed look, and she turned, trying to turn Ginny – who Molly didn't want to leave with the twins in the Atrium – back to the path from where they came from. The smaller girl broke out from Molly's grasp, and lost the shyness she usually felt when being in his presence. She hugged him tightly, and even though she was shorter than Harry and he never talked to her, he hugged her back.
"I believe you Harry," she whispered, and Harry felt like breaking down. She was one of the few people who actually believed him, apart from Hermione – who had gone ballistic when she found out she wasn't allowed to enter the Ministry because she was a minor Muggleborn – and the twins. Ginny suddenly turned to her parents, her hair slightly smack Harry's chin. She glared at her parents, "I can't believe you guys are doing this! You know Harry wouldn't do such a thing. I've never met him properly and I already know he's too noble. You've got to believe him, Mum! Dad?"
She said the last bit in a pleading voice, and Arthur looked torn. Molly shook her head, slowly. Her face looked pained, "Ginny, I really do want to believe you, but Dumbledore admitted to seeing Harry kill Quirrell. I believe Dumbledore; you know he would never lead us wrong. Harry – I, I wish you would've taken a different path. At one point, I felt like you were family. I'm sorry, but it's for the best."
"We can't have Dark Lords at Hogwarts," Arthur said, softly, before pushing a helplessly sad Ginny to the staircase. Harry looked at them all with silent tears streaming down his face. Then, with one last look at the crying Ginny – the person who'd stood by him, even though he had barely even said a 'Hello' to her – before pushing open the doors to the Wizgenmont to meet his fate.
This trial would decide whether he would live or not, and everyone knew it.
"The accused is present," Fudge called out, as Harry nervously sat on the seat. Various faces looked down at him, including one Harry knew all too well. Lucius Malfoy. Fudge didn't notice Harry's annoyed look, because he was muttering to himself. "At last."
Fudge cleared his throat, "Disciplinary hearing of the 7th of June, regarding a physical offense and ignorance of Eradication Decree of Minor and Major Parties, committed by one, Harry James Potter, resident of Number Four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. The offense was committed on 4 June, 1991."
He paused, as several people gasped at the implication. "Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. Court Scribe, Daniel Styryr Parkinson, witnesses: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Head of Wizgenmont and Ronald Billius Weasley, student at Hogwarts."
At the mention of Ron, Harry's face snapped up and he gave him a pleading look, but he refused to look at his 'supposed best friend'. Harry's hopes crushed. If my best friend was against me, what chance do I have in Court?
"The charges against the accused: that he deliberately and knowingly killed a teacher of the school, while venturing into areas that were clearly stated out of bounds by the Teachers, as well as aiding a staff member in the smuggling of an illegal dragon, and doing damage to school property, and stealing and destroying a magical artefact." More people looked shocked at the revelation and Harry stared at Ron with a betrayed look on his face. The Weasley still refused to look at him, but his cheeks were visibly quite red.
"You are Harry James Potter, of number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?" Fudge asked, shooting Harry an evil look.
"Do you admit to the accusations put forth?" Fudge had a maniacal gleam in his eye.
"Yes, but I –"
"No questions asked." Fudge finished, sitting back, triumphantly.
Harry looked down at his hands. The case was already lost. With most of the court against him, he had little to no chance. Amelia Bones stood up and addressed the Wizgenmont, "Since Veritaserum is not permitted in use on a Minor, please bring forth: Witness one, Ronald Billius Weasley, student at Hogwarts, and son of Ministry Worker Arthur Weasley."
Ron was led to another chair, and Harry didn't look at him. He didn't even bother to plead. Amelia took up the line of questions, and after doing the standard procedure, she spoke, "Do you confirm or deny these accusations?"
"I confirmed them," Ron said, his voice trembling slightly.
Amelia nodded, and Daniel Parkinson stated writing, a smirk on his face. Amelia asked her next question, "Where were you during the events?"
"The first time Harry went out of bounds, he forced me to go into the third corridor. He also forced Hermione and me to help his smuggle Hagrid's dragon out of the castle. When that happened, I was in the hospital recovering from a dragon bite." Ronald stared straight ahead and Harry tried not to burst into tears right there and then.
"Madam Pompfrey in the Hospital Wing has confirmed these claims," Amelia interrupted, before giving a curt nod to Ron, "Please continue, Mr Weasley."
"He dragged Hermione and me to the corridor again, and he said he had to do something. He forced us past a Cerberus, Devil's Snare and a bunch of other stuff. At the time of the...the murder, I was in the hospital wing, knocked out and bleeding," Ron said the last bit with a shaky breath, and the words only crushed Harry's heart more. "I hate him."
Amelia looked taken aback, but she quickly regained her posture, and tried not to look at the broken man in the corner. "Please bring forth Witness two: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Chief of Wizgenmont, Supreme Mugwump and Headmaster of Hogwarts Institute for Witches and Wizards."
Dumbledore floated past, his eyes twinkling merrily. Harry had a sudden urge to shout at him. Why was he letting them get away with this? Dumbledore smiled at Amelia, "I will give my own testimony, if I may, Madam Bones?"
"Yes, of course, Professor," Amelia left the podium, looking somewhat flustered. Harry had locked eyes with Dumbledore, who was still smiling as if he had won the lottery.
"Wizgenmont, today I come to you to regretfully, confirm the accusations," More witches gasped. If Dumbledore – Leader of all things Light and Holy – was accusing Harry Potter, it must be serious. "I sadly admit that I have always suspected Harry of turning to the Dark Side. I received a message saying that I had to go to the Ministry, urgently. Only when I reached Three Broomsticks did I realise that the note in my hands was written in a familiar writing – in Harry Potter's script."
Harry's jaw dropped. He must be kidding me! I have never in my life written a letter to him!
"When I arrived there, I saw Harry over Quirrell's body, laughing at the body. It was then I knew that he was lost forever. I tried to get Madam Pompfrey to see if she could show him the morale of our ways, but it was all, sadly, in vain." Who was he kidding? I was laughing because despite my efforts, Voldemort was still alive. And I was in the hospital wing to treat injuries! "I fear that the only option we have is a twelve year sentence in Azkaban. Murder does not go lightly in the Wizarding."
Harry knew hope was lost, but then an idea struck him. He turned to Amelia Bones, his voice shaking audibly, "I will take whatever sentence you give me, but I only ask that you let me have access to the Potter Vaults and receive and send owls with purchases and letters, all of which you can scan, of course."
There was a slight murmuring in the Wizgenmont, before someone said, "He is the Boy-Who-Lived, we owe him that much, at least."
"Yes, he solved all our problems!" called out someone else, "Even if he is dark, we can easily assign Aurors to make sure none of the items are hexed, contain dark objects or are smuggling something in some way."
Those who had their families killed by Voldemort nodded in agreement, and Dumbledore looked a bit miffed, and so did Ron and Fudge. The final verdict was thus: "With exemption of the conditions given by the guilty party, Harry James Potter is sentenced to 12 years of Azkaban with no parole, and no visitors with exemption of those within his family circle." (Harry didn't care to much about the last bit, as not seeing the Dursleys was actually more of a reward then a punishment, but then again, Harry hadn't heard about Azkaban until his trial was issued)
The last words, which pierced through Harry's soft heart, was spoken by Lucius Malfoy. The aristocrat blonde smiled sweetly at Harry (almost as sweetly as the ugly, pink toad Fudge had addressed as his Secretary) and said in a mocking voice, "After all, we can't have Dark Lords in Hogwarts. Isn't that right, Harry?"
It was too bad the chains were on. He would've really liked to punch the smile of his face.
To the Headmaster,
I was extremely annoyed when Dan and I got a visit by our distraught daughter. What were you thinking – keeping things like three-headed dogs and dragons in your school? I can't believe any Headmaster would even consider putting his students through things like that! Not to mention the fact that our daughter kept crying over the fact that her best friend had been sentenced to some Wizarding Prison for protecting our daughter and the school from some weird Dark Lord possesed! (I ask again - what Headmaster employs a Professor under the influence of the dark? Hermione said that you knew everything about everyone. Surely you must know about whoever was employed!)
If this is the sort of education you pride yourselves on, my husband and I want nothing to do with it. The details are already set and you have no say in anything, since the 'magical guardian' clause doesn't work in France. Yes, we have packed up and moved to France. We were planning on visiting it in another two year, anyway. Our daughter – Hermione Jane Granger – has already been enrolled in Beauxbatons and the Headmistress was happy to take her in and show us their spotless record. She seemed glad to take Hermione in, considering her results over the first year. (It helps that she has taken a crash course in French, but I suppose you Wizarding folk don't know about cars?) At least in France we can have a say in our daughter's life.
Albus put down the letter from Mrs Granger and massaged his temples. He had lost one of his most prized students to his arch nemesis – Beauxbatons – but it was all for the greater good. Azkaban would do Harry a good job, and make him more vulnerable to Dumbledore's manipulation. It would also give him a hard edge, something good in battle.
Never once did it cross his mind that Harry might not forgive him.
Suddenly the fireplace flared up, and a frantic Molly Weasley's head popped through. She said, in an anxiously shrill voice, "Albus! Something is wrong with my daughter! She read the newspaper and she started hyperventilating! I think she's having a seizure, Albus! She's in so much pain that she started crying! Albus!"
Dumbledore sighed and followed Molly Weasley to the Burrow. He cast one last look at the newspaper, and knew why Ginny – the emotional Weasley girl – had been crying.
HARRY POTTER SENTENCED TO AZKABAN!
My Little Black Book:
This is an idea that just randomly popped into my head when I was reading some stories. This isn't one of those cliché stories, because my story has a Marauder twist to it. The condition Harry put into the trial plays a huge part in it. You'll see why. :D God, I'm going to have s much fun writing this story!
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