No One Needs a Hero

Once the World is Saved

By: Angedelamorte

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it....

Author's Notes: NO! I have not died! I'm baack; but with no new chapter for Lost and Afraid.... ... okay, this first bit is a little slow but it will get better, I promise.

Random Quote: I love random quotes so you guys are going to get a couple of 'em,

It takes a photograph to see, how your eyes burn for me, as I turn the page. Memories fade away, -The Response

I'm seeing red; don't think you'll have to see my face again. Don't have much time for sympathy, cause it never happened to me, -unwritten law

Harry Potter made another scratch on a wall full of scratches. One entire side of his cell was full of all kinds of tick marks. Yes, cell, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was in a cell. And the cell was in Azkaban prison. And, if you Harry's calculations were correct, he has been in this hell hole for six years. 'Six years," Harry thought, "I've been stuck here for six years and still no one believes me." Harry curled onto his side as he felt the ever familiar tears come to his eyes.

It had all started just over six years ago. It was the beginning of Harry's seventh year....

Harry was spending a warm Saturday afternoon in Hogsmeade. Voldemort had been defeated, by Harry. Harry had cast the Avada that finally destroyed the monster just weeks before. He was walked down from the Shrieking Shack, where he had spent much of his afternoon thinking about his dear friend, Remus, who was supposed to come visit him sometime.

He had reached The Three Broomsticks where he was supposed to meet Ron and Hermione when he was frozen from behind. A flash a red hair ran towards him as Harry started being beat. Harry felt the blows yet his mind was spinning. What was Ron doing here beating him up? What had he been bound? Where was everyone?

Then, Dumbledore stepped into Harry's line of sight. "Harold James Potter, you are formally charged with the murder of Hermione Granger, the use of the Unforgivable curse 'crucio', and the Killing Curse. You shall be escorted by Ministry officials to Azkaban as your trial pends." There was no twinkle in the old wizard's eyes. There was something akin to hate.

Harry was then unbound and hauled up by a very irate Mr. Weasley. "Arthur," Harry pleaded, "I would never hurt Hermione like that. I couldn't."

Harry was slapped, hard, across the face, by Arthur Weasley, "It's improper to speak to a Ministry official in such a manner. Do not repeat it."

Harry felt the tears burn at the back of his throat. "I-I," he stuttered as he looked at all the angry hateful faces. Ron, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Ginny, Professor McGonagall, even Neville didn't believe him.

He was then taken to the castle. He passed many more faces, not one even looked neutral, unless you counted Snape; he looked shocked. Harry was brought to Dumbledore's office and pushed in front of a fireplace. Floo powder was thrown into the flames and someone shouted 'Azkaban Prison, password, 76499' Harry was pushed into the emerald green flames.

Dimly, Harry remembers a 'Stupefy' and he knew no more.

When Harry woke he woke to screams his mother's screams. He moaned. Someone yelled, "Shut up, Potter, murderous whelp." Harry pushed at the side of his head as to try to drive the bad feelings away.

His cell opened and an Auror Harry didn't recognize entered, "Up, Murderer," The Auror said, "Time for justice." Harry recognized a cleaning spell go over him. He stumbled to his feet.

The courtroom was full of hundreds of wizards and when Harry entered the room they all turned their angry gazes to him. He resisted the urge to flinch under the hateful stares.

Cornelius Fudge banged a gavel to get everyone's attention. "Harold James Potter, you are formally charged with the murder of Hermione Granger, the use of the Unforgivable curse 'crucio', and the Killing Curse. Representing the prosecution, Albus Dumbledore. Representing the defense, Harry Potter."

"I thought I got a lawyer!" Harry called out.

"Silence Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said angrily. "The prosecution calls to the stand, Ronald Weasley." Ron stood up. "Mr. Weasley, can you describe the change in Harold?"

"Yes I can," Ron said, "after the defeat of You Know Who, Harry stopped talking to us. HE started spending a lot of time reading Dark Arts books. He got really quiet and stuff."

"Mr. Weasley, could you describe the incident on Saturday, September 14?"

"Yes, headmaster. Well, Harry was supposed to meet us at The Three Broomsticks during a Hogsmeade weekend. Me and Hermione were on the way there when Harry came up to her and starting screaming at her. Calling her stuff like mudblood and stuff," Ron paused to gather himself, "And then he pulled out his wand and he and he he cast crucio on her a couple times and then he used the Killing curse and her laughed," Ron began openly crying.

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said, "You may step down."

And that was how it went each of his friends coming up to the stand and making him suffer more. Each person would look him in the eyes and tell a tale, each more gruesome and detailed than the last.

At the very end of that day, Fudge called the court to order. "Mr. Potter the court has found you guilty with the murder of Hermione Granger, the use of the Unforgivable curse 'crucio', and the Killing Curse. You shall me sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban."

Harry opened his moth to speak but was soon silenced when the doors swung open and revealed two dementors.

Beyond that what Harry remembered was scattered, pain, lots of pain, screaming, only not his mother's. Yelling, blame, his fault, all his fault.

Harry stared out the bars of his cell. He wondered if he was crazy. If you thought you were crazy were you crazy? Or were you not crazy because you thought you were? Harry did not know. Frankly, he didn't care. Then there was a strange sound.

Footsteps, there were footsteps. Brisk footsteps from the sound of it. Harry thought about the last time he had heard footsteps; it may have been his own, when the dementors dragged him off to Azkaban.

Lost in thought, Harry did not hear the footsteps stop in front of his cell. Or the gasp of breath when they saw Harry's state.

Harry was jolted out of his thought when he heard a voice, "Up Potter, its time to leave."

Author's Note: Eh, it's a bit rough around the edges......