I don't own any of JK Rowling's creations. And I admire the woman too much to ever try and steal them. This story is purely for enjoyment.

"I don't understand why Madam Bones insisted on doing this", Dolores Umbridge said to Minister Fudge, as another prisoner was dragged away.

Five years after the downfall of the dark lord, Madam Amelia Bones, Head of the DMLE issued an order that all apprehended death eaters were to be retried, de to some gaps in paperwork during her predecessor, Barty Crouch's term in office. Therefore over a hundred prisoners were being retried on the counts they had originally been imprisoned for.

Fudge nodded agreeing with Umbridge. After seeing a repeat of the Lestrange trial, he couldn't help but wonder why this was necessary. Having to witness that mad woman rant about her glorious dark lord was bad enough the first time.

"Next to enter the court is Prisoner 614 Sirius Black", called Madam Bones, who was overseeing the retrials. There was muttering around the court as a dark haired, scraggly man was escorted out. All of the guards tightened their grips on their wands as soon as they saw the man.

Remus closed his eyes as he saw his once best friend being brought into the room. The man looked awful, but he supposed six years with dementors would do that to a person.

He didn't know why he had come here today. Seeing his used-to-be friend was only painful, and he would have to listen to Black's testimony of how he had betrayed two of his closest friends and then brutally murdered another. But something had pulled him out of his house today, and all but dragged him to the court room where he currently sat next to his former headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

Black was secured into the chair, but the guards did not loosen their grips on their wands. Who knew what dark arts You-Know-Who had taught this man. A guard went over and forcefully tilted Black's head back before pouring Veritaserum into his mouth.

Black's eyes glazed over and there was quiet in the room as Amelia stood. "Mister Black, we are here to retry you for the counts of-"

"Try", Black said.

"I beg your pardon", Amelia said confused, knowing that with the potion the man could only be truthful. But what he had just said made no sense, truthful or not.

"I was never tried the first time, so this is not a retrial", he replied in a monotonous voice.

Amelia steeled her expression in anger. This was why she had decided to retry every prisoner arrested during Barty Crouch's term, as the man had clearly cut many corners to have things done his way. "Very well, we are here to try you on thirteen counts of murder, exposing wizardry and giving information to the dark lord".

"We shall start in chronological order. Did you knowingly give information to the dark lord about the whereabouts of the Potter family?"

Remus ran from the court room and barely made it to the bin before he emptied his stomach. Sirius was innocent? Under Veritaserum he had claimed to be innocent of all counts, including killing Peter. But that meant that Peter had been alive all this time. He barely had time t think this through before another wave of vomit hit him. Peter did it! Peter killed those people! Peter was responsible for Lily and James' deaths!

"It's alright Remus", Dumbledore said patting him on the back.

"It's not. He's been in there for six years. An innocent man has been in there for six years", Remus croaked.

"We are here for him Remus", Dumbledore spoke softly, as though to an upset child. This was how he viewed Remus now. At the tender age of twenty seven he was still a child in Albus' eyes. "We should return and be there for Sirius".

Remus sobbed. That was the first time in six years he had heard someone say Sirius in that way. A way filled with compassion, not Black, not Sirius Black mass murderer. He was Sirius. Just Sirius.

Remus stood and together he and Albus made their way back into the court room.

"You understand the punishment for being an illegal animagus is three months in Azkaban", Minister Fudge said, "Take him away".

There was uproar in the court room. People were yelling abuse at the Minister, Remus louder than all. The guards stood unsure of what to do. Madam Bones fired three sparks into the room to quieten it.

"Minister he has already spent six years in prison. We should be discussing compensation not further detention!" She shouted at the seemingly obtuse man. Sirius couldn't help but snicker. Detention. She made it sound like he was getting lines, not having his soul dampened everyday by dementors.

Sirius looked into the crowd and felt his heart tighten when he saw his only living friend. Remus was sitting beside Professor Dumbledore, eyes red and puffy and looking as pale as if it were the full moon. He felt his heart shatter into little pieces when Remus smiled shyly at him. He was sure he would never see that smile again.

His friend had aged in the six years since he had seen him. He supposed losing all of his friends at once would do that to you. Add in the social stigma that goes along with being a werewolf and it explains how his friend looked forty instead of twenty seven. He thought to himself wryly, that he probably didn't look his best at this moment either.

Whilst Madam Bones and Minister Fudge continued to argue, far away another aching soul sat.

Number Four Private Drive

Harry Potter was by no means an ordinary child. Harry was seven years old but was small enough to not look out of place in a crowd of five year olds. Harry wore clothes so worn and torn his neighbours viewed him as a delinquent as if his outfit was by choice. And the biggest thing that set Harry Potter apart from other children was the strange things he made happen.

Whenever he was threatened or afraid odd things would happen. Once when he was four his uncle was beating him for touching one of Dudley's toys and suddenly he was thrown across the room. Another time when he was six his neighbour Miss Figg, a batty cat lady who would occasionally babysit him, gave him a stuffed cat. When Dudley tried to take the toy from him his hands had burned as though he stuck it on the tove. He had been beaten hard that night, for hurting their precious Dudley.

His aunt and Uncle glared at him as if he conspired to make these things happen And every time something happened his Uncle would beat him harder than normal. Little Harry had no idea about the conversations his relatives had behind closed doors. Occasionally he could hear his aunt try to defend him, saying perhaps they shouldn't hurt him. But these talks always ended with the yell "I am going to stamp out that nonsense once and for all!"

Days following these conversations his aunt and uncle would be more vicious than normal. Constantly swatting at him, and giving him extra chores. Harry's daily routine consisted of waking up, making breakfast, doing chores, making lunch, doing the garden, making dinner and then going to bed. On good days he would get lunch and the left overs from dinner. Although on these days Dudley would eat until he was sick just so Harry wouldn't get any.

Most days however Harry would go with nothing, and would eventually be forced to sneak out of his cupboard and sneak scraps from the bin. Once his uncle had caught him doing this and had beat him with a belt for behaving like an uncivilised dog.

Harry was currently sat in the dark in his cupboard listening to the scratch of cutlery as his family ate their dinner. He was stopping himself from going to sleep as he knew his uncle would be in soon. He had been unable to finish weeding the garden today because he thought he had broken his wrist. He was sure to get it tonight.

Harry heard the usual sounds of his aunt escorting Dudley up the stairs. Aunt Petunia preferred when Dudley was not around during Harry's beatings, afraid it would scar her child. Dudley however loved witnessing his cousin being hurt, and revelled in the times that Vernon would not wait for them to leave before starting in on Harry.

Harry took in a breath of trepidation as he heard the bolt on his cupboard being unlock. He closed his eyes as his uncle swung the cupboard door open. As the blows began to fall, Harry prayed to a higher power for someone to save him.

What did you think? I love pre-hogwarts abuse stories. So I decided to write one myself. If you know any other good ones leave the name in a review please!

So that was the first chapter. I hope you liked it.