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Innocent In Azkaban Again?
Harry Potter Framed By Hidden Death Eater!?
By: Rita Skeeter
You’ve heard me right my faithful readers, our once savior thought to have been the murderer of Ginerva “Ginny” Weasley was in fact framed!! The young man, now 23 was convicted not 6 years ago for the horrible and tragic murder of his best mate and fellow student Ronald Weasley’s sister, Ginny. This utterly shocking and saddening news came to light during a trial not two days ago after another successful raid by our lovely Auror force. After administering the truth serum Veritaserum, (see page 4 for more information) Amelia Bones, Head of the DMLE, started to question one Jacob Kingsen, the accused then later convicted Death Eater in question.
This is when, my faithful readers, we get to the reveal of the hidden tragic truth behind Miss Weasley’s murder. During this heinous man’s trial, it was asked if he had ever kill anyone, which the man sadly answered with yes. When asked who he had killed, the man started to list off name after name. My dear reader, I must tell you my heart just broke from the shear volume of names and descriptions being said. That sadness that clouded my heart almost made me miss a very peculiar name, but I prevailed!
What was that peculiar name you may ask? Well, it was the late miss Weasley’s. When questioned on this truly puzzling fact, him and his colleagues dastardly plot for revenge against Mr. Potter was revealed. In a bid to appease their master, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, who has been after the young Potter-Heir ever since that fateful Halloween night, they crafted a plan to frame poor Mr. Potter in the hopes the young heir would receive the dreaded Dementor’s Kiss!
Now, my horrified readers, you may be asking ‘Why was this never found in Harry Potter’s trial? Why did it take more than half a decade and a chance arrest to bring this severe and disgusting injustice to light? How could the Ministry allow what happened to Sirius Black, Heir-Lord Potter’s own god father happen again?’ (See page 5 for the more information on Sirius Black and his Unjust Incarceration)
Don’t you worry! I, Rita Skeeter, journalist extraordinaire and seeker of the truth is hot on the case! Though the ministry was not open for explanation or comment on the matter, I promise I will uncover all of the hidden dirty little secrets that led to the young Heir-Lord’s seemingly sham of a trial and subsequent incarceration, as well as any other dark and juicy secrets found along the way. I can only hope and pray to Merlin and Lady Magic that the young man forgives us all for this abhorrent failure.
Rita Skeeter, signing off
~Azkaban Island, Cell #256~
Emerald eyes, once bright and warm now hard and ice cold stare blankly at one of the equally cold stone walls of his cell. The sound of water dripping down added to the normalized sounds of the cries of pain and cackles of insanity from the other prisoners in his block. Over the years, those eyes had gotten use to the sites and sounds, as bland and unnerving as they were at most times. In the beginning, he had been confused, so very confused and hurt. But as time continued to move on as it always did, that same confusion morphed into anger, then rage, and finally intense hate. He was infuriated at the people who had just cast him aside, not even allowing him to tell his side of the story or defend himself. The people who those emerald eyes saw as family, at least most of them, they now see as strangers meant to be despised. Betrayers that had left him to his torment after everything he had done for them. Even speaking against him at his sham of a trial, if someone could even call it a trial at all. Then had the audacity to come to his cell the day they had thrown him inside of it like yesterday’s trash, and curse him out. Calling him utter trash and a disgrace to everything his parents had stood for, even going so far as to tell him they’d most likely disown him if they were still alive. Telling how disappointed they were and how much his parents must be as well, how much they despised having known him, wishing they had never met him.
Yes, utter strangers meant to be dealt with the same coldness and passionate disdain as they did with him. They weren’t worth crying or worrying over, weren’t worth the energy of caring about their expectations since they let their true thoughts and feeling show. Having to see your parent’s death, Cedric’s death, Professor Quarrel’s death, Ginny’s dead body, Sirius’s almost death (not that it affected him as much anymore after that faithful first week in this hell hole), and all of the other nightmarish memories on loop for, what was it now….5? 6? years here in this cold, damp, hellish place.
The sound of several pairs of footsteps now fills the emerald eyed boy’s grimy feline ears, causing them to perk up. Not many people come down here as all the guards on this level of the prison were Dementors. Sitting up into a sitting position on his dirty, threadbare sheet of a cot in the back corner of his cell. The emerald eyes' curiosity quickly turns to cold disdain as he glares at the sight of the owners of the footsteps. “Mr. Potter, we’ve come to collect you, my boy. There has been a grave injustice in sending you here as evidence has been found that has deemed you innocent. The Ministry has cleared all charges against you and would like, like the rest of us here, to apologize profoundly for the mistake,” the oldest man said. He was the one person who Harry holds the most disdain for, Albus to many names Dumbledore.
Sneering at the old, twinkly eyed man, “Well, you can tell the Ministry to shove their bloody apology up their no good arses,” He drawled slowly, coldly, his black fury tail swishing behind him in clear agitation. “And you, can take it and choke on it old man. This is your first visit in, what has it been? 5….maybe 6 years since you left me to rot here?” The now young man continued to coldly drawl out with an eyebrow raised at the deeply saddened look on his old face.
“Harry-“
At the sound of a familiar feminine voice, his head turned to see the bucktooth know it all beaver bint and her jealous red headed pig of a weasel boyfriend. Both had tears in their sad eyes at he glares at them, “You have no right to call me by my first name anymore, you know it all betraying bint,” His words, like knives causes both of them to flinch and Hermione to start crying even harder, covering her mouth while noticeably leaning on her human pig. “Now my boy-“
“I’m not your boy old man. Haven’t been ever since you threw me in here.” Harry then noticed something about them all, something that made his cold emerald eyes harden even more, “What, you actually thought I’d forgive you for what you’ve done? After all you have put me through? You're all delusional, especially you Mr. Black.” He spits out the words as if tasting something gross, causing the hopeful look in his once beloved god-father’s face to vanish, giving way to utter devastation. A look they all now shared, though his was the most obvious of the group most likely because it was the biggest.
Harry snorted, “What was it you said, Mr. Black? That ‘James and Lilly would have disowned the utter disgrace that I am to the Potter name?'” He then turns to look at Ron, “Or you, calling me a 'slimey no go bastard that deserved to rot in here like the trash I was?' And now that you’ve been proven wrong, you all act all heartbroken and sad when you all NEVER TOOK THE BLOODY TIME TO LISTEN TO ME!!!” He voice booms, then takes a deep breath to center himself as he gets off his cot and walks towards them and into the light. When he finally reaches them, he grabs the cold metal bars of his cell door. “So don’t you even try and bloody act like you care now. You can all go to hell for all I care. You lot mean absolutely nothing to me now, so lets skip all of the crying and pleading for forgiveness since I believe I can now leave this Merlin forsaken hell hole that I shouldn’t have even been in in the first place.” He drawled out dully, as if bored.
With a solemn nod from his old headmaster, a guard opens the cell door so he could walk out. “My boy-“ Harry cuts him off with an ice cold glare, “Again, you seline old man. I’m not your boy. You will address me by Heir-Lord Potter or not at all. That goes for all of you bloody idiots.” Dumbledore sighs heavily, which Harry takes as acknowledgement. “Yes, Heir-Lord Potter. We were hoping to take you back to Grimmauld Place, or the Burrow to be able to recuperate. The Ministry wanted me to also inform you of the money in compensation they have given you.” Harry just shakes his head, “Like I’d want to be near any of you, let alone live in the same building as you once we are back at the mainland. You really are a senile old coot that’ll never learn.” Harry drawls as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“But Har-Heir Lord Potter, they are the only places protected enough from him that you’ll be safe at.” This causes Harry to out right laugh, something he hasn’t done in a VERY long time, it was a nice feeling…..a type of feeling he had forgotten. He then turns to glare at her, “Do shut up you stupid bushy haired bint. You act like you know everything, like you’re so superior to everyone, when in reality you're just a stupid little girl with control issues and a superiority complex the size of the disgusting pig you call a boyfriend’s stomach.” He sneers, stunning her silent as she flinches once again. “Husband actually, we got married last year, a few month before I was named Head Auror,” Ron’s now quiet voice wavers from intense emotion. His words make Harry notice the bonding rings on both of their fingers. “And why do you think I’d care? Now this has really been a displeasure, but I’d like to get out of here and be able to get an actual decent meal and rest for once.” He states, his tone and face bored again.
With a nod to the guard, the group is led out of the prison and into some of the boats that would magically take them back to the mainland. “Um…Harry?..I-I mean Heir-Lord Potter…” Sirius says, stumbling over his words as Harry looks out at the sea, enjoying the true warmth of the sun for the first time in years. “What is it Mr. Black?” He questions still sounding bored, never looking at his once God-Father so he misses the flinch, the increased flow of tears, and the further dulling of his once lively, mischievous eyes. “Um…Why..Why do you have cat ears and tail?” He asks with caution, his voice thick and quiet. “Though you may act like it, I know you're not an absolute idiot Mr. Black. You can easily see I went through a creature inheritance on my 18th birthday, just like anyone else with enough creature blood. So, how about you just stop trying, since you're just making yourself look like an ever bigger fool than you already are. I’d like to enjoy this peace and quiet.” And enjoy it he did, since no one spoke after that. Even when they reached the mainland and left the boat they were in silence, just like they stared silently at the spot Harry apparated from to the one place he knew he couldn’t be bothered.