It's too late for you're sorry

A/N: Don't own Harry Potter.

"Harry, please forgive us" Hermione Granger squealed. It was exactly nine months after Harry was sentenced to life in Azkaban for killing Neville Longbottom. The Order of the Phoenix, Fudge, and a chained Percy Weasley sat in Albus Dumbledores' office. The Order had interrogated a death eater who had said that Percy had killed Neville and not Harry. They had gotten him out, and were taken aback by his attitude towards them.

"No, I will not forgive you, you little whiny know-it-all." Harry retorted. "I had to spend nine months in that hellhole because you decided that this weasels' word was greater than mine."

"Harry, please" Albus Dumbledore said, stroking his beard. "While we were very foolish to believe that you would ever kill a soul, all of the evidence pointed to you. Your wand record showed the killing curse and it was found in your hand. And besides, when Sirius died, you were extremely angry, we thought it was very possible that you weren't thinking and killed Neville." He explained.

"Oh is that so?" Harry asked. "And I under veritasirum saying that I was innocent didn't convince you? I would have thought that was enough evidence to prove me innocent."

Dumbledore put his face in his hand. "Harry, it was very possible that the potion was tainted, we couldn't risk letting you go."

"That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard in my life" Harry said. "Did you not think to check and see if it was tainted instead of automatically saying it was? Who in their right mind would not check to see if it actually was tainted?"

Fudge, deciding to help Dumbledore said, "Look Harry, while we were stupid not to check and see if the potion was tainted, you can think of this all as a new beginning for you. We will give a compensation of 10,000,000 galleons and we will give you 50,000,000 for your godfathers death and innocence, and you will be rewarded a medal of order of Merlin, First class."

Harry looked at the old man like he had multiple heads. "I should consider this a new beginning? You lock me up in a deep dark cell, where dementors nearly eat me alive, for 9 months, while you sit at your desk with a smug look on your face, knowing you finally put me in Azkaban, thinking that I will get over this all with a few million galleons, and a stupid medal, that will only remind me of the torture I went through, and you think I should consider this a new beginning? I don't think anyone in the world would be that stupid to even considering that!"

"Well…mate, it sort of sounds like a nice deal" his former best friend Ron Weasley said.

Harry looked towards the blubbering idiot. "Ok, one, do not even consider calling me mate ever again, and do you think, that being in Azkaban for 9 months, one day feeling like a year in hell, dementors sucking up every happy memory I had left inside my mind, while it nearly sucked my soul out, and you think It sounds like a nice deal?"

Ron turned as red as his hair. "Well. Now that you put it that way"

Harry nodded. "Exactly, it doesn't, now shut your fat mouth before I rip off your lips!"

Ron sunk back in his chair, very embarrassed and frightened by his friend's attitude.

Harry turned back to Fudge, "Now back to you, I don't want your money, nor do I want your medal, quite frankly, I don't want anything from you, but what I do want from you, is to rot in hell."

Fudge looked down at the floor, embarrassed and ashamed.

"Now, Harry please calm down" Dumbledore said. "Now we must discuss your classes for your next year at Hogwarts."

Harry nearly laughed. "And what makes you think I'll be going?"

Dumbledore frowned. "I'm afraid, Harry that you have no choice, the ministry law clearly states that any boy or girl, 17 and under, must finish their wizarding education, and you're only 16." He explained.

"And what happens if I choose to ignore the law?" Harry asked.

"Then you will be placed on a magical ward will be placed on you that will not allow you to leave the wizarding world unless you finish your education." Dumbledore explained again.

Harry thought for a moment. "Fine, since I have no choice, I'll finish. But don't think for one moment that this one year at Hogwarts will change anything. I will hate you till the end of time. I will not only dance on your grave, I will piss on it."

Dumbledore looked at him fiercely. "Harry there's no need for such language. And believe me, when this year is done, you won't even remember Azkaban is. I promise you, I will make it up to you, even if it kills me."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I don't care. I'm leaving for the Dursleys."

Dumbledore stood up. "Wait, Harry. Don't you think that the Weasleys residence may be a more suitable location for you?"

Harry glared at the retarded old man. "No I don't think so" Harry said. "Why would I waste my time with these traitors, while at the Dursleys I'll expect to be spit on?"

Mrs. Weasley came towards Harry and grabbed his arm. "Harry, please, we are so ever sorry for what we've done. We promise that we will never do anything like that ever again. Just please let me and Arthur take care of you. Don't go back to those wretched Dursleys!" She exclaimed in tears.

Harry pushed her hand away. "Get away from me, why would I ever come live with the people who betrayed me, went against me, and testified against me?"

Mrs. Weasley leaned her head on Mr. Weasley's shoulder, tears leaking onto his clothes.

Harry went to the door, but stopped suddenly, and turned to Fudge. "One last thing Minister, during my time in Azkaban, I was looking over Wizarding laws. It says that according to section 2, paragraph 4, it says that if one person does another person wrong, he or she must fulfill a request from the person they did do wrong."

Fudge was confused. "What are you saying Mr. Potter?" Harry smirked. "I'm saying that since Percy did me wrong, I'm requesting him to be my slave for eternity."

Percy, who was listening, started shaking in his chair and shackling his chains, screaming, "NO! NO! I REFUSE TO BE A SLAVE! ESPECIALLY IF IT MEANS I HAVE TO WORK FOR THIS TROUBLEMAKER!"

"Silence" Fudge ordered. Percy stopped shaking, looking extremely nervous. Fudge looked down and thought for a moment. He finally came to a decision and sighed, "Well, it seems that my hands are tied, Mr. Weasley."

Percy started shaking again screaming, "NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! LET ME OUT OF THESE CHAINS!"

"ENOUGH!" Fudge yelled. "While, I do not want to do this, I don't have a choice. Percival Ignatius Weasley, you are hereby known as a slave to Mr. Harry James Potter. You are required to do everything he says. If you refuse, you will die."

Fudge waved his wands and Percy's chains were gone. "You have a magical ward around you that will stop you from running away from your master"

Percy said nothing, but anyone could tell by his face that he would rather be dead than to be a slave.

"Harry, please reconsider this" Dumbledore pleaded.

"Why no, I will not reconsider, Dumbledork. This is the person that killed my friend and got me sent to Azkaban. He deserves no less than this."

Mrs. Weasley was in tears when she had heard all of this. Percy may have killed a sweet, kind, boy, but he was still her baby. She hated the fact that one of her children was a slave.

"Well that settles that" Harry said. "Now goodbye everyone, may you all rot in hell." And with that he left the room.

A/N: Well what do you think? Do you think Harry was a little too dark? Do you think making Percy into a slave was too much? Review and let me know.