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Harry Potter and the New Order

JA_Japster

Harry Potter and the New Order

By: JA_Japster

Rated: PG-13 (Language and Violence)

Once an Auror, Harry potter is now an escaped convict accused of the murder of twenty Death Eaters who he did in fact kill and feels absolutely no remorse. With the ministry and their Aurors ineffective against Voldemort's revived army of Death Eaters, Harry takes matters in his own hands to resurrect the Order of the Phoenix to help a world that does not want them…in anyway he sees fit.

Portrayed by the two main characters (Harry and Hermione) in their POV.

Prologue

Harry

When you are standing on the edge of life and death with a wand shoved in your face and the incantations for a killing curse on the wielder's lips, be careful not to blink. If you do, you might open your eyes only to find out that you missed out on the moment you died. That would be shame because you only die once.

These thoughts are going through my head as I lay there, battered and bruised, in the rubble of what was once the courtroom in the lowest dungeons of the Ministry of Magic. It was ironic and strangely appropiate that the story ends where it began.


The battle that had lead up to this point had taken its toll on the scenery. That was for sure. If a single pillar in the whole entire Ministry of Magic remained standing, I did not know of it. And if I did I would probably knock it down just to spite it. Bodies of the slain surrounded me. They bowed to me. I was their master because I was alive and they were not.

I coughed and tasted blood, my blood.

"How does it feel to die, Potter?"

"Not too bad." I retorted, spitting out a mouthful of blood on the concrete. I tried to stand, but unsurprisingly, my leg could not take it. It was probably broken. "It would probably be better if you would shut up, though."

A fist crashed against the side of my face and I collapsed into the uncaring ground, spots dancing across my eyes. More blood flowed through my cracked lips. I carefully rose to my knees. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, but I ignored it. Pain, it seemed, became meaningless once you have sustained enough of it. It becomes a dull throbbing sensation, the only thing that reminded me that I was still alive. Pain was good.

I could only partially see out of one eye; the other one was welded shut by dried blood. Everything is a blur. My hand reached out on the ground, feeling around for my dropped wand amongst the broken stones littering the ground. It was hopeless, like searching for a needle in a haystack, but when you are desperate, you do not need hope. You need miracles. And I was praying for a good version of one.

A foot kicked me in the side and I felt a rib snap. I groaned in pain, but forced myself to stay up. If I fell now, I would never get back up, and I could not die. Not yet anyway. Not when so many others had died to keep me alive.

"Just lie down and die, Potter."

Maybe later, like when you're dead too, I thought. Suddenly, my hand came in contact with something on the ground. It was not my wand. It was something better.

Chapter One: Reflection

Hermione

Not for the first time I wondered what I was doing there, standing nervously before the Wizengamot, the judicial counsel of the wizarding world. A moment in the presence of the most respected witches and wizards in England validated what Harry Potter had told me about his trial before our fifth year: It was very intimidating. That time his crime was improper usage of magic. This time his crime was murder. I'm once again wondered what I was doing there, representing Harry's case, defending him in a court of law.

I was not a lawyer by profession. Truth be told, my field of expertise did not lie in law but in literature. I had become what I always wanted to be, an author, someone who wrote down their ideas and compiled them into stories. All that changed a week ago when I received a startling letter via a ministry owl telling me to report to the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, as soon as possible. Suffice to say, I apparated there immediately and within minutes had earned myself assembly with Fudge.

It was not the first time meeting him. I had seen and spoken with him on occasion, though in recollection most of the occasions had been on less than pleasant terms. He seemed to recall as such because his message was as terse as it was surprising. The message concerned an old classmate of mine, a person who I once called my best friend before he disappeared off the face of the Earth shortly after graduation from Hogwarts.

Harry Potter.

Charged with multiple counts of murder, Harry had specifically requested me to represent him in court. Not an expensive lawyer who would be more than eager to represent the famous Potter, but me. Surprises, it seemed, came in pairs, and little did I know that this was just the beginning.

I was confused, and more than that, angry. I had not heard from Harry for over five years, since our graduation day to be exact. The last I heard he had accomplished his dream of becoming an Auror. Since then, the only hint I received of his continual existence came in the form of periodical articles in the Daily Prophet headlining his success in the capture of yet another felon or Death Eater. Not once did I receive a letter or a visit.

Reflection.

I once questioned my other good friend, Ron Weasley, who had taken up an office in the Ministry alongside his father about Harry. He too had heard little from their friend. He had only seem him once years ago, and that been from a distance during a visit to Hogsmeade.

Time past and things changed. Ron married an old school friend of ours, Luna Lovegood. I was certain Harry would attend. He might have been the world's largest prat by neglecting his friends for about forever, but he would not dare miss his best friend's wedding. Of course he would. He was Harry Potter, a man of infinite arrogance and ego as Professor Snape would put it. His absence ruined the wedding, at least for me. Ron seemed indifferent to it, as if he had gotten use to the fact that the famous trio of Hogwarts was now a duo, the third stooge lost somewhere in the flow of life.

It was another milestone on the road leading to the present without Harry.

And then came the funeral. Two months ago Ron was found murdered in an alley, a Dark Mark hovering over his head. He was another casualty, another sign of the war we fought against Voldemort, a war we were slowly losing no matter how much the Ministry attempted to disguise it. The Aurors did catch an occasional Death Eater who might or might not be jailed thanks to the endless miles of red-tape provided by the Ministry, but there was no stopping the killing. Not since the Order of the Phoenix had died...

Before, I tried to forget about it. I tried to run from the glaring headlines of murdered muggles and wizards, telling myself there was nothing I could do, but Ron's death showed me there was no escaping it.

Ron's funeral was everything he would have expected it to be. His pregnant wife, father and mother, brothers and sister, his entire family was there to bury him. Even Percy (or Percy the prick as we have now endeared him) was there. Friends from Hogwarts came from all over to attend, everyone except for Harry. The irritation I felt at Harry's prolonged absence bloomed into hatred as reality slapped me in the face. He really no longer cared.

Or so I thought...until now.

A week after Ron was put to rest; two men with alleged Death Eater activity were arrested and charged with the murder of Ron Weasley. While there was more than enough evidence to prosecute, someone up high, perhaps the Minister himself, seemed reluctant to do so, and it became apparent that in two weeks time they would walk as free men.

A week later, they and eighteen other Death Eaters were killed in their cells in Azkaban. Harry had killed them.

Welcome to the present.

Author's Notes:

Wow, first Harry Potter fanfiction published. Go me! If you have not noticed yet, my fanfiction takes on a slightly darker theme than found in the J.K Rowling's books, and the body count and violence only increases as the story goes on! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Second is already done and will be posted pretty soon.