Ok, so this is a new story...

Everyone thought Harry Potter a madman when the new Minister strolled into the small cell.

Harry had stared into the ministers face with so much anger the minister backed up.

"Come here to hang me?" He snarled as he saw the minister shudder as a dementor swept past. Harry raised an eyebrow. Those dementors still remembered him and his powerful patronus in his third year. They seemed to respect him for that and that was the sole reason Harry had been able to survive those two terrifying years in Azkaban.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, yes." The minister said in that silky voice all dark wizards had. He lowered his arm down slightly and out of the sleeve a thick scroll fell out. Harry raised an eyebrow as the minister unrolled it and cleared his throat. "It has been decided," He said slowly as if talking to a mad person. "To execute you by throwing you into the veil."

Any remaining colour on Harrys face disappeared with that statement. The minister grinned wickedly.
Harry rose his bowed head to look straight at the minister.

"Do what you want with me but my ghost will always haunt you, to the end of your days."

...

It was exactly three days later that Harry stood in front of that jeering and screaming crowd, on the podium head bowed and held down by two aurors. The minister had decided only minutes before Harry had been brought to the podium, to whip Harry with a cursed whip and then throw him into the veil to show everyone what could happen to them.

Harry bit his lip in concentration, he was not going to cry out. Never.

Once more the whip hit his raw and bleeding back and Harry shuddered. 34th, he thought, this is the 34th time.

Harry closed his eyes tight as the 35th slash crossed his back and then suddenly he couldn't feel anything. The pain was gone. His eyes opened with surprise and he gazed at the crowd which thought him unconscious already. He felt blood tickle down his bare and raw back and he knew the injuries were still there. The pain was just so bad he couldn't feel it anymore. His magic prevented him from feeling it.

With his last efforts Harry raised his head using his anger as energy.

He ignored the gasps that flirted throughout the room and his gaze fixed on one particular group. He smirked painfully at the family of red-heads and that single bushy haired girl standing next to a tall red-head. It was almost as if Harry was slowly forgetting their names.

His thoughts were interrupted when a rotten tomato hit his blue/purple eye. Every single humane thought disappeared from his mind. Suddenly his mind was as clear as crystals. He knew exactly where everyone stood and what was happening.

He let the anger explode in him and take control of him. Suddenly energy was bubbling inside, he threw himself to the side as he felt the two aurors hands slacken.

Harry whipped around and hit their heads against each other. The result: they fell unconscious. Harry then saw the arm holding the whip swing back then with full force at him. Harry smiled grimly and ducked just as the whip flew over his head and hitting the third auror which had just been walking up to the podium.

A scream filled the air as the whip hit him full in the face.

Harry ignored the still jeering and shouting crowd as he threw himself onto the man with the whip and the tobacco sac on his head. As soon as the man was brought to the ground Harry jumped up and was about to continue to run when he felt a force pic him up.

Harry stared with horror as he sank into the veil. He tried to push himself back using his arms as if he were swimming but nothing happened, he just fell deeper and deeper.

Harry turned his head only in time to see the three red flashes of three stunning spells. They met in exactly the same place Harry had been standing moments ago.

The last thing he saw was the ministry crashing down.

Ok, so that was the prologue, future chapters will be longer...

~SNHPF