"Harry James Potter, you are sentenced on three accounts of murder. How do you plea?"

"Not guilty."

It was never going to be a fair trial. That much he knew. He was only 15 so he avoided the dementors kiss. Harry preferred getting it rather then sitting here in his damp cell alone. Tiered. Scared. Were only a few emotions. A million feelings ran through him. Picking at him. Demanding to be felt. It hurt more then he could explain. Not that he would try.

It was funny really. Seeing all his friends disbelieving faces as he pleaded not guilty. Harry knew they didn't believe him. Frankly he wouldn't believe him self if he were them. All the evidence, though false, was pointing to him murdering the Dursleys.

Harry hated the Durslys. They neglected him, starved him, and on the rare occasion, beat him. Did he want them dead. Hell yeah he did! Did he kill them? No. Did they believe him? Not at all.

Sirius believed him. He couldn't testify though. That'd be giving them both up. Adding more charges to Harry, and sending Sirius back to Azkaban.

God he missed Sirius. He was the closest thing he to a father. He promised when this was all over they would be a family again. How he wished that was true.

The dementor stood over his cell, watching harry try to resist the effect on him. Harry failed, he lashed out screaming. Pleading for mercy, fully knowing he wouldn't get any.

"Lily!" The male voice had screamed. "Take harry and run! I'll hold him back!" It scared harry. Hearing both his parents last words. The pain intensified as more dementors crowded around his cell. He screamed until his throat was raw and bloody.

What did he ever do to deserve this? Harry thought miserably. Get use to it. You dealing with this for the rest of your life. Was his last bitter thought before he fell into a miserable sleep.

I don't think I did very good. I wanted it to longer but things happened.

Love you all!

~HADES CHILD~