A/N: 'Ello mates! This is a sample of a story I might write. Please know - I WILL NOT WRITE THIS UNLESS AT LEAST A FEW PEOPLE TELL ME THAT I SHOULD! So please review (you can just say yes or no) if the majority say yes, then I will write it :) Cheers!

PotionmasterSnape

Chapter 1

Sentenced

The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge banged his gavel on his podium. He and the majority of the Wizamont, along with many Ministry officials were sitting in a dingy room at the bottom of the Ministry. They were not here for no reason, however. This was a trial for one of the most dangerous criminals of the century.

"Bring her in!" called Fudge, in what he hoped was a regal and commanding voice. He shuddered as two black – cloaked Dementers floated in the room, but quickly caught himself as he remembered there were reporters in the room. He didn't wish to be coined as 'The Minister Who Coward' or something ridiculous like that.

The two foul creatures dragged in a struggling woman. She looked to have once been beautiful, but years of living in poor conditions and filth had ruined her appearance. She had long, curly black hair, and dark brown eyes. She wore a filthy black robe, and under that, a tattered but elegant dress. The Minister was staring into the eyes of one Bellatrix Lestrange.

The Dementers opened their scabbed and slimy hands, dropping her into a chair in the center of the room. With a loud clanking sound, thick black chains appeared and bound her. The Dementers backed up slowly and stood at the entrance to the court room, waiting for farther orders from Fudge.

"You, Bellatrix Lestrange are charged with first degree murder, torture, and use of all three Unforgivables!" Minister Fudge roared, hoping to make this a quick affair. He also hoped to gather some positive support due to his bold and commanding attitude.

"I -" she began, but Fudge smoothly cut her off.

"I think we know what you're going to say!" he smirked, drawing a chuckle from Percy Weasley. Everyone else just sat there looking at his young assistant. "I don't want to hear any crackpot theories about how you're not a Death Eater! You killed those people and you know it!"

Percy Weasley grinned in approval. "Oh that was very good Minister, very good, indeed!"

Fudge nodded at Percy appreciatively, but then turned back to Bellatrix. "Do you dare deny it?"

"No, I know that I killed them, but I -" she was again cut off.

"Do you not have a Dark Mark?" asked Madam Bones, speaking for the first time from a chair on Fudge's right side.

Bellatrix's sleeve was pulled back to revile the black mark.

"I know that I was working for Voldemort, but I really -" Bellatrix began, but was again cut off by the Minister.

"I demand that you be quiet right now Ms. Lestrange! I know how you Death Eaters are! You are filthy, stinking cowards! Whenever something goes wrong, you slither back into your little snake holes! Now, I don't think this requires any more of my time!"

Percy drew some alarmed looks from the majority of the Wizamont by bellowing with laughter, while his father looked revolted.

"Surly, we can at least listen to what she has to say?" Mr. Weasley asked, having arrived at the hearing because of Fudge's request. The Minister wanted as many people as possible to attend, so as to make him look good, and attract any voters.

"Listen? I think we've heard enough! She as good as confessed to her atrocities! What more is there to ask?"

Mr. Weasley looked uncomfortable, but said nothing. Percy looked at his father with disapproval. He felt that his "Muggle – like" ways were an embarrassment. Percy thought that his family should stick up for the Ministry instead of Dumbledore and his crowd.

"Enough!" called Fudge, quieting any whispers that had started in the small period of silence. "Lestrange, for your crimes, you will spend the rest of your life in Azkaban!"

Before he could bang his gavel down, however, there was an interruption.

"Hem hem!" coughed a short woman, standing to make herself more visible. This, however, did little because she was so short. "I think that she deserves a teeny bit more that a life sentence, if I may, Minister? She will not suffer for her crimes this way, like her victims did."

"What do you have in mind, Madam Umbridge?" asked Fudge, looking interested despite his urge to finish this trial.

Deloris Umbridge was a stout woman with a fussy pink bow in her hair, and wearing a shaggy pink sweater. She had short brown hair, and had an irritating infatuation with cats and tea.

"I think the death penalty is in order! The Dementer's Kiss, to be precise!" When Umbridge said this, she got a little smile and giggled sickeningly. Even Percy turned his disapproving stare from his father to her. Percy didn't like giggling, because he thought badly of fun while there was hard work that needed to be done.

Fudge contemplated this. He liked the idea because, this way, there was no chance of an escape. An escape could make his voters get angry. No, no, an escape would not be good for Fudge or his position as Minister of Magic. He gulped at the very thought, and made his mind up. "Oh, very well, very well! The Dementers Kiss it is! It will be administered in two days time!"

Bellatrix opened her mouth in horror. "I didn't -"

"That's enough out of you!" Fudge declared, standing so the cameras could get the best view. He attempted to look as bold and imposing as possible. "Dementers, get her out of my sight!"

The hooded creatures swooped down on Bellatrix and grabbed her, dragging her down the hall and into the chains of a waiting Auror. From there, she was taken by boat, to the dreaded wizard prison, Azkaban.

Harry Potter sat glumly on one of the last rusty swings left in the park. The others had been destroyed by Dudley's gang. It was early in the morning, but Harry was scared of going back to the Dursleys for fear of being beaten again. His owl, Hedwig sat glumly in a branch across the road.

He had said the dreaded "M" word. Most people, even other muggles wouldn't care if you said "Magic" in their house. Even so, after saying it, Harry was beaten to an inch of his life, and locked in his old cupboard. His Uncle Vernon disapproved of anything that was not normal. He also disapproved of imagination, so using that as an excuse to avoid a beating was pointless.

Harry watched as fog swirled lazily across the ground. The sun was climbing higher and higher in the sky. Thinking that he would be beaten even worse if he was late making breakfast, he contemplated returning to Number 4. He was just about to get up, when there was a small pop and a figure appeared.

He was tall and confident looking, with a head of long white hair. He wore a crisp black cloak, and expensive dragon – skin gloves. If you looked at the trademark sneer plastered on his face, you would be able to tell exactly who it was.

"Lucius Malfoy!" yelled Harry, surprised. In a quick and fluid motion, he unsheathed his wand from his belt. He raised it, ready to strike. "What are you doing here?"

The man chuckled quietly, and fingered his black and silver cane. This man was dangerous. The last time Harry had seen him, he was at the Ministry when Sirius - . Harry's thoughts ended there, because he found Sirius too painful to talk or even think about. He shook his head to clear it, and focused on his enemy once more.
"Why, I just wanted to say hello! By the way, how's Sirius doing? Oh, wait! I forgot! He's dead, isn't he?" Lucius sneered, pulling his wand out of the top of his cane with a silly flourish.

"Get out of here!" Harry shouted, readying himself for the fight he knew was coming.

Malfoy laughed. "You can't order me around! You're a filthy Half – Blood, just like your good for nothing father. Don't even get me started on your Mudblood mother! I'm glad Lord Voldemort finished them off or I might have been tempted to do it myself!"

Of course, Malfoy was trying to get Harry mad, but it worked a little too well. Harry gave a strangled cry and yelled the incantation for the deadliest slashing curse that he knew. "KAOETOC!" The spell zoomed towards Malfoy, who laughed gleefully and vanished with a crack and a shifty smile.

"COME BACK YOU COWARD!" yelled Harry, but all was quiet once more.

It was too easy! He thought as he walked back to the Dursleys, wand still pressed firmly in his hand. Why did he just leave without trying to kill me?

Harry was so mad, that he didn't notice that he had come up to the doorstep of Number 4. When Harry walked through the door, he braced himself for a fist to sink into his face, but nothing happened. The house was deathly quiet. Too quiet.

Harry felt a pang of terror. He didn't know why, however. Harry walked slowly upstairs. He got the feeling his was being watched, and spun around. There was nothing there. Then he noticed something that chilled his blood. The door to the Dursleys room was partially open, and what was that on the carpet? It was red.

His throat caught in fear, but he called: "Hello?" There was no answer.

He slowly pushed open the door, and there were all three of the Dursleys. Bound in ropes, throats slit, and dead. Harry sank to his knees. Although they were horrible to him, they were the only blood family he had left. Now they were gone.

Suddenly, there was a small pop. Albus Dumbledore had appeared in the center of the room.

"Sir!" gasped Harry. "Thank goodness you're here!"

Dumbledore was glaring at Harry. The twinkle that usually was shining in his eyes was gone. Dumbledore didn't answer Harry, but raised his wand slowly. "Stupefy!"

There was a flash of red light, and Harry's world dissolved into blackness. His last thought before his head hit the floor was: "Me. Why me?"

Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were both sitting at the banged – up kitchen table of the Borrow. They were waiting excitedly, because today, Dumbledore said that he would bring Harry to stay with them. They both missed their best friend, and confidentially, were worried about him.

This was mostly because he had taken Sirius's death very hard. Harder than he let on to Dumbledore or the Order, and lately failed to respond to their owls.

With a small pop, Dumbledore suddenly appeared in the room. He wore his usual blue robes, but there was a strange tint to them. Something red. Unusually, he was not looking happy or cheerful in the slightest.

"Professor! Glad you're here! Is Harry with you?" asked Ginny, walking into the room when she heard the crack. She and Harry had finally started dating after Sirius died. She was worried about Harry, but couldn't wait to see him.

"I'm sorry to say that I have some bad news." the Leader of the Light said, sitting down across from Ron and Hermione, while beckoning Ginny to sit too.

"Oh no!" gasped Hermione. "Is Harry ok?"
"Well, I am not sure whether 'ok' is the right word to use," murmured Dumbledore, looking very grave and burdened.

"What do you mean, Professor?" cried Ginny, looking very distressed. She hoped that nothing had happened to her future husband.

"I don't know how to say this without frightening you, but -"

Dumbledore was interrupted by Hermione, who feared the worst, breaking down in tears. "Oh no! He's not dead is he?"

"No, no. He's not dead," said Dumbledore, laying a comforting hand on the young witch's shoulder.

"Well?" asked Ron, not really worried. Harry had faced a lot, and he was sure he would be ok. "What in the name of Merlin happened?"

Dumbledore sighed. "Ron, Hermione, Ginny…Harry murdered his Aunt and Uncle."

A/N: Let's get something clear. This is NOT going to be a fanfiction where Harry gets super powerful and everyone calls him Lord Potter. There is going to be some of that stuff, but it will be a lot of Harry as an Unspeakable or Special Forces type story. Yes, it will be Harry/Bella. Remember, if no one says that I should continue this, I won't update, cause if I do write this, it will be pretty long and take a lot of time. I don't want to do all that if no one likes it.

Adios for now!

PotionmasterSnape