Heylo everybody, this is my first fic so please don't be 2 harsh, r/r
PLEASE!
Summary: Harry was going to sent to Azkaban for the murder of Hermione's boyfriend, Victor Krum. When he is proven innocent, will he come back to the wizarding world in their time of need, or leave them to fend for themselves?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters do not belong 2 me, they're J.K. Rowlings sob I want SIRIUS! Sry, my obsession. Well, on with the probably really bad fic!
"How could you Harry?" Hermione screamed at him as the Auror's (AN: did I spell that right?) tied him up. Ron came and took her in his arms and she fell into them, sobbing on his shoulder.
"I almost didn't believe it," Ron said, voice dripping with disgust and contempt, as well as his eyes. "You killed Victor Krum. You deserve to rot in Hell forever more!" He turned his back on Harry and led Hermione out of the Entrance Hall, throwing a dirty look at him once or twice over his shoulder.
Harry looked around in despair, searching for a face that didn't blame him for Viktor's death. There wasn't one. The professors looked on in a mix of sadness, disbelief and anger.
"Professor," he called out to Dumbledore, "Professor, I'm innocent, I didn't do it!" Dumbledore looked at him with an unreadable look on his face. But the knowing and comforting look in his eyes betrayed him, and Harry knew that at least Dumbledore believed him.
There was a bark and a huge black shaggy dog leapt into the room with a sandy-haired man running in behind him. The dog immediately took in the scene in front of him and jumped on the Auror's. They were too shocked and surprised to do anything at first and then started to try and restrain the dog.
"Snuffles, get back here!" Remus called out, trying to reach him. (AN: If you haven't figured it out yet, the sandy-haired man is Remus and the dog is Sirius.) They managed to control 'Snuffles' after he managed a nuzzle on Harry's face.
Remus pulled Snuffles back whining and trying to back to Harry. As he got Snuffles he whispered in Harry's ear, "You'll never be alone. We believe you," and slipped a small photo and note into his hand.
Harry felt his heart warm with that, but nothing in the world could dispel the looks on the rest of the Professor's faces along with Ron and Hermione. Just as he was being dragged out of the hall, something brilliantly coloured flew down from the Great Hall and landed on the staircase. It was Fawkes. Everything stopped as he alighted into the air again and flew to Harry, letting out one quivering note, sending courage and bravery flowing through Harry as the Auror's dragged him outside onto the grounds. But nothing, nothing could rid him of the look on Hermione's face as she screamed at him.
In California, USA, a young man named James Harris or Harry Potter as he used to be called, woke up in his flat covered with sweat, the face of a young woman with bushy brown hair and fiercely intelligent cinnamon eyes burned into his brain.
Thank you, now there's my prolouge. I think it sucked and I'm winging it all the way so I'll see how it goes. Please R/R and sry about coloured being spelled that way but I'm a Canadian so tough.
Summary: Harry was going to sent to Azkaban for the murder of Hermione's boyfriend, Victor Krum. When he is proven innocent, will he come back to the wizarding world in their time of need, or leave them to fend for themselves?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters do not belong 2 me, they're J.K. Rowlings sob I want SIRIUS! Sry, my obsession. Well, on with the probably really bad fic!
"How could you Harry?" Hermione screamed at him as the Auror's (AN: did I spell that right?) tied him up. Ron came and took her in his arms and she fell into them, sobbing on his shoulder.
"I almost didn't believe it," Ron said, voice dripping with disgust and contempt, as well as his eyes. "You killed Victor Krum. You deserve to rot in Hell forever more!" He turned his back on Harry and led Hermione out of the Entrance Hall, throwing a dirty look at him once or twice over his shoulder.
Harry looked around in despair, searching for a face that didn't blame him for Viktor's death. There wasn't one. The professors looked on in a mix of sadness, disbelief and anger.
"Professor," he called out to Dumbledore, "Professor, I'm innocent, I didn't do it!" Dumbledore looked at him with an unreadable look on his face. But the knowing and comforting look in his eyes betrayed him, and Harry knew that at least Dumbledore believed him.
There was a bark and a huge black shaggy dog leapt into the room with a sandy-haired man running in behind him. The dog immediately took in the scene in front of him and jumped on the Auror's. They were too shocked and surprised to do anything at first and then started to try and restrain the dog.
"Snuffles, get back here!" Remus called out, trying to reach him. (AN: If you haven't figured it out yet, the sandy-haired man is Remus and the dog is Sirius.) They managed to control 'Snuffles' after he managed a nuzzle on Harry's face.
Remus pulled Snuffles back whining and trying to back to Harry. As he got Snuffles he whispered in Harry's ear, "You'll never be alone. We believe you," and slipped a small photo and note into his hand.
Harry felt his heart warm with that, but nothing in the world could dispel the looks on the rest of the Professor's faces along with Ron and Hermione. Just as he was being dragged out of the hall, something brilliantly coloured flew down from the Great Hall and landed on the staircase. It was Fawkes. Everything stopped as he alighted into the air again and flew to Harry, letting out one quivering note, sending courage and bravery flowing through Harry as the Auror's dragged him outside onto the grounds. But nothing, nothing could rid him of the look on Hermione's face as she screamed at him.
In California, USA, a young man named James Harris or Harry Potter as he used to be called, woke up in his flat covered with sweat, the face of a young woman with bushy brown hair and fiercely intelligent cinnamon eyes burned into his brain.
Thank you, now there's my prolouge. I think it sucked and I'm winging it all the way so I'll see how it goes. Please R/R and sry about coloured being spelled that way but I'm a Canadian so tough.