Death before Dishonor
Chapter 2: On the road!
There was a very quiet, hollow sound. Harry laid in the question chamber- with many, many dementors. He was with three other victims- Death Eaters. They had finished their trial. They were now waiting for their verdict…
Harry gulped. This decision would change his life. His life- gone in a flash. He could live no more. Even if he was let out- he would never be the Boy-Who-Lived anymore. He would be the Boy-Who-Betrayed. People would scorn him- mock him. People would spit at him or throw things at him. He would live a cruel, tormenting life. And there would be no turning back now… because he, Harry Potter, had chosen the road of the dark…
Harry completely regretted his decision. No- screw that- he wish he could procure a time-turner right this second- and go back in time. Then everything would be right. Harry sighed at this thought- wondering about how good life might be.
But Harry couldn't. The cold, frigid air was freezing both his insides and outsides. He could feel no more emotion. He could feel no more. His thoughts were blinded- scarred- shadowed. His mind was cloudy- unworkable- dead. His heart beat at a slow, frail pace, just beating to keep him alive. His nervousness had overcome him- there were butterflies in his stomach- and they were biting the sides of his stomach at every possible opportunity.
"I HATE YOU VOLDEMORT!" He screamed into the damp, moist air. The voice echoed around the chambers, soon escaping through the windows.
"YOU BASTARD! YOU RUINED MY FRIENDS! YOU RUINED MY FAMILY! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! I HATE YOU!" He screamed once more. The other prisoners- already maniacal- didn't even look a speck at him. However, the Dementors glared at him harshly, and they sucked in another deep, rattling breath, rendering Harry's body useless.
Suddenly, the chamber doors opened. Three important-looking ministry officials walked in, all with a solemn look on their face.
"We have reached our verdict. Hilton and Rachel Lestrange (Do they say the Lestranges' first names inside the books? Because I can't remember- sorry for interruption) you are sentenced to five years in the Reliving Center. In there, you will learn to become a better person from hard work. Afterwards, you will be let out, and you may go on with your life." Both their heads turned and a cheery smile fazed their faces. Harry looked at them solemnly- they were getting the better end out- because they had already gone through Azkaban for their time- 15 years. After they were caught- they were sent and tried for in the area where the Death Eaters were- with a mask. However, by their wands, they could not tell if any unforgivable curses had been used- therefore, they were convicted for only a small crime.
"John Macnair, for you, you will be sentenced to 10 years in the Reliving Center to relive your life." John Macnair had been caught- and was sentenced to a deeper punishment. Harry looked at him sadly also. Because the three of them got off easy also. Just because they never did any curses.
The three quickly scuttled out, followed closely by five menacing Death Eaters. Still three more were in the room, now all facing Harry.
The Ministry Officials looked at Harry Potter, hatred blazing in their eyes.
"Mr. Potter, for betrayal- murder, robbery, torture, and being the accomplice of Voldemort, for these extensive and brutal actions, we sentence you to a Life Term in Azkaban, the Wizard Prison." Harry nodded, morose. He knew it would came one day. He had known it. And he had chosen to ignore it.
The three Dementors came up, and touched his skin. Just their fingers made Harry's skin freeze. They promptly disapparated into Azkaban.
Harry was guided along the way- looking at the moaning and groaning and whimpering and whining and screaming and wailing of the prisoners there. They were all maniacal. They had no more control. They were, in a sense- dead.
And Harry's time there would be the exact same also…
Harry was shoved- into a dusty, old room, with large, thickened bars at the entrance. Along the floor laid a dusty straw-bed. Cobwebs filed the ceiling. Cockroaches scurried the ground. The place had a disgusting odor of dung. And Harry collapsed onto the straw bed- in the prison that he would live in for the rest of his life…
~Begin Flashback~
It was a dark day. Billowy, fluffy clouds arranged themselves in a funny shape. The sunlight peered through, radiating sunlight on all objects of earth. Butterflies fluttered around. Birds sang morning tunes. Fishes whittled in the rivers. But it was a dark, dark day.
Harry was on his search for Mudbloods. He was walking around the forest- his sector- and ordered to torture all Mudbloods at sight. His wand could tell if someone was Muggle-Born.
He walked around stealthily, not making a single noise. No one heard him. No one smelled him. No one saw him. He was completely camouflaged in the forest.
His heart felt empty. Harry had wondered- and still wondered- was he really this person? A heartless, menacing, cold evil-lord? What about the good? Why did he join in the first place? Was it because of his parents? Or was it because he wanted… power. That deadly word. Brings fear into some- brings pleasure to others. Brings fright to some- brings fun to others.
Harry shook the thoughts off. He was going to follow his parent's destiny. But why? Another voice sprang in his head. Why was he going to ditch his life? For the single sake of power? Nothing mattered to him anymore. He was emotionless. He was apathetic. He would never, ever, feel sympathetic for another ever again.
Suddenly, a figure emerged in front of him. At first- Harry could not see who it was- it was a girl, obviously- a girl around his age. She walked briskly, looking for something that Harry could not see. Harry silently approached her.
He gasped.
It was Hermione.
She noticed him. "Harry?" She asked in astonishment. "What are- you doing here?"
Harry's heart fluttered. He had never noticed she was this beautiful. So elegant. So fascinating. So graceful. A light creature, emitting a starry brightness, luminous at all times. He had always loved her. Always. Always.
Memories came flooding back. Their first meeting. Their encounter with Fluffy. Their adventure at the end of the year- with that awfully comfortable hug that she gave him at the end. The peck on the cheek that had spread hot warmth through his body- even better than butterbeer. She made his heart rise. It was all in her.
"Harry- how did you get out… and you're not supposed to be using a wand out of school…" Hermione stuttered- looking at Harry's impassive face.
Harry raised his head- and stared at her, eye to eye. His eyes, before blazing freezing flames, was now sparkling with delight and joy. His mouth, before curling a nasty smirk, was now widening in happiness. He tried to say something- but couldn't. He was too awed- too awed by her.
"Harry- say something…" She looked at him with concern.
Harry shuddered. "Hello Hermione…" He croaked- barely managing to get the voice out, through bares of whispers. His breath caught in his nose- his heart flew to his throat- his brain clogged as he struggled to breath.
"Harry… why are you here?"
"Err- I'm visiting…" Harry stuttered, not knowing what to say. What would she say?
She smiled. "You've always been a bad liar, Potter," She grinned, "Now tell me what you're here for." She sat down on a log nearby- while Harry took a seat next to her.
"Uhh- I can't tell you…" He looked away. She would be devastated.
"Oh yes you can."
"No I can't."
"Yes you can."
"No I can't."
Suddenly, a voice broke in his wand. It shrilly rang out, "Potter! There's a mudblood next to you! Get her!" Harry silently cursed at his wand. He quickly put it away.
"Harry- what… the hell…" She said- eyes widening as she searched him with her piercing eyes. Then she noticed the mask in his pocket. The Death Eater mask.
Hermione screamed. Harry covered his ears in fright.
"Harry- you're a Death Eater!" She screamed, looking at him in fright. He looked at her guiltily- not knowing what to say.
"How could you Harry? How could you turn?" Tears sprung out. Harry's feet was frozen. This was the first time anyone had cried- because of him. He struggled to free himself of the fetters in his body.
She turned and ran. Harry jumped up- running after her in despair.
"No Hermione! It's not what it seems! Please! Listen to my story!" Harry yelled after her. His insides burned with frustration and impatience.
"I can't believe you Harry Potter! He killed your parents! He killed them! And you join them? You should rather die than join him!" She screamed, continuing on running. Harry could not believe such a beautiful creature like her could run so fast. Harry jumped a couple of logs and stones, still following her quickly.
"Hermione- you have to listen to me- everything we know as it is- is wrong! My parents were Death Eaters too! Voldemort resurrected them! Not everything you hear is true!"
She stopped, and turned, glaring at him. "He brainwashed you didn't he?" She said through gritted teeth, her voice seething in fury. "I see you now, the Boy-Who-Lived. You're nothing but a power-hungry fool. You would believe anything he told you. What if HE was the one who was lying? There is no such thing as resurrection, Potter. There has to be some trick in that. He did that to you- so you would follow him! You're just another one of his mindless minion menial slaves! You're nothing anymore! NOTHING!"
Harry put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Hermione- please let me tell you…" He started- trying impatiently to get her attention.
She ignored him. "Let go of me!" She shrieked. She ripped herself out of his grasp and streaked off once more. "STOP FOLLOWING ME!" She screamed back. Harry's heart slumped. The only person he had ever loved- was running away. From him.
"No Hermione, please! Please don't go!" He ran after her, following her trail. Suddenly- he tripped over a stick and fell to the floor, his face smearing in mud.
"HERMIONE!" He screamed. He looked up. She was there no more.
"NOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed. The voice echoed through the silent forest.
Tears streamed out of his eyes.
~End Flashback~
Tears streamed out of Harry's eyes, remembering the incident. Hermione Granger- the girl he had always loved- hated him now with passion. He was a fool. An oaf. A dummy. A moron. A sucker. He had lost in the battle of life- for something that wasn't really there. He had lost his life- his loves- his friends, for something that wasn't really true. He had lost to deceit and dishonesty. He was the victim of traitors- backstabbing when he thought them friends. What a dupe he had been.
Harry numbly walked around the cell in silence. Outside, four dementors stood. A sign near his cell read: Harry Potter. Highly dangerous murderer, stealer, torturer, etc. Murderer of 1625 innocent beings. Stealer of 60000 worth of Galleons. Torturer of 2,000 Muggles.
It was all true. During the past summer, Harry had ransacked the town of Las Vegas- a very populated city. He stole thousands of jewelry. He tortured hundreds of Muggles. He murdered, brutally, the Ministry Aurors that had came to clean up this mess. He was the most evil person on earth.
And he lost to, not Voldemort, not the Aurors, not the Ministry, but to himself. His life, ends, because of a simple decision. A simple, yet complex decision, that altered his whole life. He was the one to blame. He was the one to convict. He was the one to condemn. He was the one to die.
"I love you, Hermione…" Harry whispered silently. He looked up tearfully at the ceiling. "I've failed you, Professor Dumbledore." He whispered again.
There was no way out. No way backing up. No way of getting out. No, he would spend the rest of his miserable life- stuck in this stinking cell.
"How could I?" Harry sniffed. "How could I believe them? It was all false! It was all hypocritical! It was all LIES! LIES! AND I BELIEVED THEM!"
Harry broke down in tears. The salty moisture dripped silently onto the straw.
"I should have listened to Snape when the opportunity presented itself…" Harry whispered softly, remembering his encounter with Snape.
~Start Flashback~
Harry Potter was grinning madly after his doing of the Dursleys. He had ruthlessly, cold-heartily killed them all. He tortured them. He tormented them until they had begged- to just let him kill them. But he didn't. He continued. Continued. He continued it, to pay them back- for his suffering of his life. It was their fault. They earned it. They get their punishment.
He entered the meeting room, where Death Eaters were talking quietly. As Harry walked in, some bowed down to him. Others praised him. More kneeled before him. Harry grinned evilly, satisfied at their obedience.
"You there," He pointed to Lucius Malfoy, "Do the turkey dance. Now."
Lucius Malfoy glared at him, but did it anyway, under Voldemort's watchful eye. He squawked, pecked, hopped, and fluttered his arms wildly. The other Death Eaters were laughing at the comedic sight.
"Funny- eh? Why don't you all do the turkey dance? Now!" Harry roared- his face contorted with anger.
The Death Eaters shut up immediately. Then, like a hundred turkeys, they did the turkey dance, the turkey run, the turkey fight, the turkey walk.
"I said only do the freakin' turkey dance!" Harry said- his voice cackling.
They did it.
Suddenly, a figure pulled him aside into a room. None of the Death Eaters noticed it- as they were doing the Turkey Dance, and Voldemort was laughing too hard. Harry was led into a dark chamber.
"What the hell…" Harry said. He raised the hood of his captor. Severus Snape.
"Snape? What the fuck do you want?" Harry asked.
Snape glared at him. "Still the immature, disobedient little brat, eh? Well, let me tell you something… these people are all lying!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Harry asked, his voice rising in impatience.
"I mean- your parents… they're not your parents at all! The story they fed you is bullshit!" Snape said quietly.
"No it's not! You can't imposter someone!" Harry defended. He glared at Snape.
"No! They're using POLYJUICE!" Snape yelled.
Harry gasped. Then he thought. "You can't use Polyjuice from a skull."
"Oh yes you can."
"Just shut up- Snape- I'm not listening to you. You're just working for some jackshit Aurors. Now get the fuck away from me before I call ol' Voldie in."
Snape sighed, raising his arms in defeat. "Fine, Potter, don't believe me. But just so you know- it's not true. They did it so you would join them. You, are the only competitive enemy of Voldemort left. Even Dumbledore is weaker than Voldemort- power-wise. Nothing they tell you- is true. Don't believe me then."
Snape disapparated. Harry scoffed- then went back into the meeting room. While the others continued the turkey dance, Harry contemplated what Snape just said. Was it true? Was what Snape said true? But… everyone's condemning for another for lying. Harry- currently- was too confused. Who to believe? Who?
Just then, his parents came, smiling at Harry. "Hello," James said, "How's my favorite son doing today?"
"You only have one son- father…" Harry reminded him.
"I know! That's why you're my favorite!"
Harry ignored him. "Where did you go?"
"Torture some Muggles. Fun fun!" James waved his hands in a wildly fashion. Lily smiled.
"He's always soooo immature when it comes to Muggle torture." Harry smiled back, weakly. Were these his parents?
Suddenly, a speck of gold appeared on James's head again. Lily's eyes turned a shade of blue. His parents froze.
"Well- uhh- I have to go- sorry…" James said weakly. He ran.
"Me too… I'll see you later Harry!" And Lily left too.
Harry only believed it was a random occasion. But it had already happened twice. But still, they couldn't be using Polyjuice. Or could they?
~End Flashback~
It was all lies. It was a fraud. They were Death Eater Imposters. And Harry fell for them. Badly. He let them take over him.
"I fell for them. What a dumbass I am…" Harry whispered weakly. He sighed heavily.
And yet- he was here all alone. Nobody to care for him. How he longed to be inside Hogwarts. How he longed to touch the walls. Meet the ghosts. Travel through corridors. Walk the stairs. Sleep the beds. Eat the food. Listen to lessons. He missed Hogwarts. Badly. He missed even Snape.
"What have I done? Why?" He asked, tears falling down. "WHY?"
"Why don't I just die? Life's not worth living anymore…" He whispered silently. He got an idea. He would stop breathing.
He exhaled. He forced his nose to stop breathing. He laid down.
5 seconds. He found it very tempting to breathe.
10 seconds. The feeling was excruciating. He longed to breathe again.
15 seconds. He had to roll around to stop his nose.
20 seconds. His mind clogged up.
25 seconds. His legs no longer worked.
28 seconds. He fainted. On the floor, the cold, freezing floor. He exited from the world of torture- into the world of dreams.
Harry Potter walked along the stream, smiling at its melodic dripping of water. He touched one foot into the cool, breezy water. The water splashed up and down his legs.
"Mmmmm…" He said. He heard a sound. Footsteps. He looked up. It was Hermione. She was running- laughing softly- coming towards him. Harry sprang his arms out- and ran to meet her.
"Hermione!" He yelled.
"Harry!" She shouted back. The two ran closer- closer to meet each other. She reached him- and jumped into his waiting arms. They wrapped arms around each other, tightly.
"Oh Harry! I missed you so much!" She cried. Tears sprang from her eyes, flowing freely down to the ground.
"It's okay, Hermione… no need to cry…" Harry muttered. He kissed each tear off, tasting salty water in his mouth.
"Thanks, Harry." She said, pulling back. She looked at him tearfully.
"But why? Why did you join the Dark Side? If you didn't, we would have been perfect!" She yelled at his face.
"Why did you join the Dark Side, Harry? Why?" A voice rang out in his cell. Harry woke up- and saw- it was Hermione.
"Hermione?" Harry asked- staring at her face. He smiled. But she didn't. Harry saw her hand was connected to something else- Ron's.
Nooooo! Hermione! You ditched me for Ron? How could you? I thought you loved me? It was all wrong! Life's not worth living anymore! Harry thought desperately. It was never worth living anyway…
"How could you, Harry? We were always there for you. The Death Eaters were never. You betrayed us. All for some power. I thought you had better judgement than that, Harry!" She screamed, her eyes blazing cold flames. Ron came up.
"Harry- I thought we were best friends. You don't want our friendship anymore?" He asked tentatively.
"I never didn't want our friendship, Ron!"
"Oh yes you did! By joining ol' Voldie you did!" Hermione screamed. "You cold-hearted- evil- sordid- freakin- DUMBASS! You're so stupid, Harry! Look where you are now. Going to rot in hell. You would have had a perfect life. But nooo--- you didn't. You didn't choose rightly. You should have stayed at the Dursleys the whole summer!" She pointed a finger at him sternly. Her face was surprisingly the exact same as McGonnagall's.
A tear fell out of Harry's eye. "What could I do, Hermione? They broke my wand! They roasted the broomstick! They KILLED MY OWL! I couldn't live there anymore! They were torturing me! That's why I ran!"
Her face softened. "They… tortured you?" She sputtered.
Harry sighed. "Yea. Needles. Knives. Guns. You name it. Everything they could think of. They used on me."
Her eyes widened. "They shot you?" She asked in disbelief.
Ron came up. "If I may interrupt- what's a needle? What's a gun? I mean- I know what a knife is…"
"Shut up Ron. I'll tell you later." Hermione said sternly. Ron raised his arms in surrender. "Alright, 'Mione. I'll wait for you outside Azkaban- this place is freezing the shit out of me!"
Harry brushed a tear off Hermione's cheek. "Hermione. You don't have to visit me anymore. Just let me die. I deserve this. I deserved all of this. Please Hermione. Just go. Go and enjoy your life. Never think about me again. I don't deserve anything." He said.
"Harry- you don't like me anymore?" She asked- her brown pools of eyes washing into Harry's.
Harry sighed. "It's not I don't like you Hermione. I love you. But… it's too late. Life will never be the same anymore. Go, Hermione. Ron likes you. He's better for you." Harry said softly. The truth was, he desperately wanted Hermione to stay with him. But he knew it wouldn't work.
"Y-you love me?" Hermione spluttered. She put her arms around Harry's neck. "Harry- I love you too! I've always loved you!"
Harry froze. "You do?"
Now look, Potter. The only girl you ever loved loves you, and you're just in the place where you can't make the relationship work. See? You should have never joined the Dark Side! Look at what good it would be if you didn't join the Dark Side! You would have a life. A home. Friends. Instead, you fell for some stupid imposter's trick. Some fraud's trick. You fell for deceit. Voldemort tricked you. You fell for it. You dumbass. You shithead. You stupid retard.
She nodded lightly. She raised her head to Harry's. "You shouldn't have joined, Harry. We would have been perfect."
We would have been perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect…
A row of tears spilt out from Harry's emerald eyes. "Before you go- can I kiss you?" Harry asked.
Hermione smiled. A first smile Harry had seen since she came in. He pulled her face to his, his lips catching on hers. He put his arms around her- and she kissed back passionately, deepening the kiss. Harry rolled his tongue to hers- when-
"Hey Hermione you done? Quick up we gotta go!" Ron's voice. Harry glared into thin air. Hermione sighed heavily.
"Ron! I'm coming!" She turned and walked to the jail. She turned to Harry again.
"Well- Harry… this is where we stand now. I don't think I'll ever be able to come back. I'm sorry- Harry." She put her hands to her chest, tears brimming on her face. "I love you, Harry. Always remember that."
Harry nodded, smiling. "I'll always love you too, Hermione."
"Well," Hermione croaked weakly, "Good bye."
And she turned and left, sobbing quietly. Harry sighed- turning to his straw bed. I love you, Harry. I love you, Harry. I love you, Harry…
Her voice echoed in his mind.
"I'm so foolish…" He whispered. He sighed, closing his eyes once more. Soon- he fell into the deep land of slumber.
~Begin Flashback~
Voldemort faced Dumbledore. Harry faced Draco Malfoy. The Death Eaters faced the Aurors.
"Look at you, Potter. You don't even know which side will win." Draco scoffed. Lucius came up next to Harry.
"You traitor- Draco. I thought you had more judgement than that. You will lose, Draco. I can't believe you chose the light."
Draco laughed. "The good will always win, Father. Plus, I never wanted to follow your footsteps. You're a servant. A follower. But me? I have no ruler. I have no master. I am free. I can do whatever I want. You fool, Father. Did you ever think, that the Dark Lord will win?"
"Yes, he will. And I will become all-powerful. Much more powerful than you, Draco."
Draco shook his head. "Nonsense, father. If ol' Snake-Face wins- he'll become all powerful. You will kneel before him. You will always get the bad end of the deal. Which won't happen, of course, because the light will win!"
Voldemort glared at Draco Malfoy. "Young Malfoy. You do not know your priorities-"
"Priorities my ass. I don't have to follow you, you monster." Draco sneered.
Lily and James walked to either side of Harry. "Come on. Let's duel." Lily said.
Voldemort shot first. He shot the killing curse- right at Dumbledore. Dumbledore immediately dodged it- then shot a stunning curse back.
"Crucio!" Harry roared. Lily and James did it too- targeting the Aurors. Soon, the Death Eaters and the Aurors were exchanging curses. Harry's Cruciatus curse hit Draco Malfoy. He screamed- falling to the floor in pain.
"You bastard." His silver eyes glowed blue. He shot a Flaming Curse at Harry. Immediately, Harry's robes caught on fire.
"Aquaris." Harry pointed it at himself. A flow of water dumped on him- putting out the fire- but drenching himself.
Draco Malfoy laughed. "You fool, Potter! Electro!" He roared. A lightning bolt came out of his wand- electrifying Harry. Since there was water on him- the Lightning immediately shocked his body.
"Ahhhhhh!" He screamed. This felt 10 times worse than the Cruciatus Curse. He weakly got up- lightning bolts still statically stinging him.
"Hah, Potter. All you know is the Unforgivable curses. You've never thought anything else. Sure, the Cruciatus Curse is good on Muggles. But it does jack shit against me. Relinquish!" He roared. Harry felt a sucking force on him.
Lily jumped up. "Blackus Holus!" Instead of Harry getting sucked- Malfoy did. "Ahhhhh!" He screamed. He struggled- but couldn't. Finally- he was sucked into the Black Hole. Lily smirked- then closed it. Draco Malfoy was never to be seen again. Harry turned to Dumbledore and Voldemort, who were still furiously dueling.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry roared. Green light emitted out of his wand- and flew straight at Dumbledore's heart. The Green Light entered it- and dropped him limp. Voldemort looked at the corpse in wonder. The Aurors looked at it in disbelief. The Death Eaters looked at it in happiness.
"NOOOOO!" The Aurors screamed. They had lost their leader. They blindly ran up- shooting thousands of curses. Many of the Death Eaters fell down.
Harry froze. He had killed his mentor. His teacher. His consort. His guide. The one he always believed to be invincible. He killed Dumbledore.
Then- while facing the Aurors- he noticed something on his right. It was his dad. A speck of gold appeared on his hair. Then, his hair turned yellow. His glasses fell off. His face changed. He suddenly grew shorter- about 5 foot 8. Harry stared at him in disbelief. Then he turned. Lily- her eyes started turning blue. Her hair turned brown. Her face changed- into another woman's face.
Harry opened his mouth in horror. Realization dawned on him. The Lestranges. They had been faking Lily and James all the time! They had been using Polyjuice!
"NOOOO! LIARS!" He roared. He couldn't believe it. His parents- they were never his parents!
"BASTARDS! FAGGOTS!" He shot the stunning curse at them both- knocking them down. Tears sprang out of Harry's eyes. It was all wrong! All lies! All deceit! Voldemort had tricked him! The whole story they told- at the beginning- was LIES! Harry turned to Voldemort. Voldemort was cackling evilly at him.
"Finally figured it out- didn't you, Potter?"
Harry cried a death cry. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry screamed- green light flowed straight to the shocked Voldemort- and he dropped dead. Harry gasped- then went on his knees. It was all wrong! He fell for it! He should have never joined!
A stunning curse hit Harry. He fell onto the ground, unconscious.
When he woke up again- he was in a chamber.
It was a dark, gloomy day. Cloudy. Not a speck of light peering through. It was a dark, gloomy day.
Harry Potter laid chained against the wall, glaring at the ministry wizards in front of him. One wizard was reading a list of crimes that Harry Potter had committed. They might not be true- but he was accused, and that's what happened. Outside, three dementors stood freezing the shit out of Harry Potter. His mother's faint screams echoed against his ears. His dad's last words- the green light-
"So, Mr. Potter, you are being charged with murder, treason, robbery, spying, and torture. You have been the accomplice of the Dark Lord all this time. You have been helping him."
Harry glared at the Auror. But his heart felt strangled- tormented- hung. It wasn't because he was being accused of these crimes. He was guilty.
But they didn't know. He killed Voldemort. But that didn't matter. What mattered was- he also killed Dumbledore. He killed Muggles. He killed Aurors. The Lestranges were in front of them.
Blast them! Blast them for posing my parents! Blast them! He thought wildly. He struggled to go kill them- but he was in chains. He glared at them. They smirked at him.
~End Flashback~
That was the last battle. Where he had killed Dumbledore.
"How could I?" Harry asked into nowhere. He fell for Voldemort's sly tricks. A dementor slipped a bowl of food into his cell. Harry, ravenous, jumped up and ran to the food. He picked up the spoon. He ate it.
It was cold mush. It tasted like nothing. It was disgusting. Harry swore he saw a bug-head inside there. But Harry didn't care. He was too hungry. He ate everything. He even ate the plastic spoon.
Oohh- how he longed to be inside Hogwarts. Eating another Banquet. Wouldn't it be awesome?
"Damn." He whispered. "Damn."
And he fell again- entering a deep, deep sleep. It was the land of sleep. But, this time it was different. Once one entered- they could not get out. Because it wasn't the land of sleep. It was death.
~MiSt Slytherin Second-In-Command of the Dark Lord~