Hello all Storm here with a new story! Yes I'm back, sorry for the delay, but I'm back now and you all will a very long list of updates to look forward to. But first we have a new story, another Naruto/Harry Potter story, and one that is different from my usual ones. So, without further ado.

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"This trial of the Wizengamot is now in session. The defendants, Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursley née Evans, stand accused of the abuse and murder of the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry James Potter. What say the accused, in your defense?" Said the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, looking down at the Dursley's, with most of the Wizengamot members glaring at the Muggles, mostly for them killing the savior of the Wizarding World, along with the fact that they were Muggles to begin with.

"You can't do this! We aren't fre-like you people, you can't judge us!" Petunia shouted, stopping herself from saying "freaks", knowing that wouldn't do her and her husband any favors.

"That's right! I demand a trial held in a Court of Law!" Said Vernon, trying to stand up tall, which was difficult to do, given his wrists and ankles were restrained, while none of the Wizengamot members looking impressed at the Muggle's attempt to look brave.

"Yes, normally, you would be right. But as the deceased victim was part of the Magical World, the Boy-Who-Lived nonetheless, you will be judged by the Magical World for your crimes." Fudge replied.

What he didn't mention, was the fact that the Chief Warlock, Albus Dumbledore, had pulled some strings in order to make sure Vernon and Petunia would be judged by the Wizengamot for what they did to Harry.

The Headmaster of Hogwarts was also present at the trial sitting in the stands, with the Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, sitting beside him. Dumbledore had stone cold expression on his face, as he looked at the Dursley's, while McGonagall looked to be near tears, with anger and sadness written across her face. McGonagall then turned and glared at Dumbledore.

"I told you Albus! I told you what these people were like that they were the worse sort of Muggles, and how they hated the Magical World! I told you not to leave Ha-Harry with them, but you did, and see what's happened!" McGonagall hissed angrily at Dumbledore, having known Harry would be mistreated by his relatives, but to hear they actually killed the poor boy.

It made the Transfiguration Professor want to turn them into insects, just so she could crush them beneath her boots.

"Professor McGonagall, are you saying that Headmaster Dumbledore is the one responsible for placing Harry Potter with these…Muggles?" Questioned one of the Ladies, glaring at the Dursley's, while the rest of the Wizengamot turned to looked at the two Professors.

Seeing the accusing looks he was getting, Dumbledore sighed, before standing up to speak.

"Yes, it's true. I left Harry with his relative the Dursleys, under the belief that he would be safe with them." Dumbledore answered, most of the Wizengamot members began whispering amongst each other after hearing this, now believing Dumbledore was just as much to blame for their savior's death.

"Order, order!" Fudge said, banging his gavel to silencing the whispering, before looking at Dumbledore.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, you left Harry Potter with these Muggles, despite knowing what they were like, under the belief he would be safe? Can you explain to the Wizengamot how you came to this conclusion?" Fudge questioned, with Dumbledore nodding, knowing he had no reason to keep his cards close to chest anymore, with Harry now gone.

"I can Minister. It started back to that Halloween night, four years ago, when Voldemort murdered James and Lily Potter." Dumbledore said, with most of the Wizengamot flinching at the Dark Lord's name.

"When Voldemort went to Godric's Hollow, he entered the Potters home and killed James Potter, while Lily took young Harry to try and escape. Unfortunately, Voldemort arrived before she could, leading to her dying as well, and then Voldemort turned his wand on young Harry to kill him, only for it to fail, with Voldemort vanishing, and Harry becoming the only known survivor of the Killing Curse, with only a single scar left in the shape of a lightning bolt." Dumbledore explained.

"Yes, yes, we all know this. But you have not answered my question." Said Fudge, annoyed at believing Dumbledore was stalling, by telling them something everyone knew.

"I was getting to that Minister. That is what we all know happened, but not the reason it did. The reason Harry was able to survive the Killing Curse, was because of his mothers sacrifice. Lily Potter's unconditional, powerful, and pure love for her own son is what allowed him to survive Voldemort's curse. By willingly sacrificing her own life, she endowed her son with a long-lasting protection that allowed Harry to survive the Killing Curse, with it being rebounded back at the caster." Dumbledore revealed, as the Wizengamot looked at him in shock to hear the truth of what happened that Halloween night.

Though the members that had sided with Voldemort, but managed to escape being punished or imprisoned, looked dubious at the idea of the Dark Lord sparing a Mudbloods life.

"You say Lily Potter willingly sacrificed her life. Are you implying You-Know-Who offered her the chance to live?" Questioned Lucius Malfoy, one of the Death Eaters that claimed to be under the Imperious Curse.

Dumbledore looked at the Malfoy with neutral, cold eyes.

"Yes, as that is the only way the sacrificial protection can be activated. As for why Voldemort offered Lily Potter a chance to live, I would not know. Perhaps he felt that she was a talented enough witch, to where he could overlook her blood status." Dumbledore said, hiding the fact that his spy, Severus Snape, had begged Voldemort to spare Lily's life, which the Dark Lord accepted, only for Lily to refuse and sacrifice her life for Harry's.

"Now then, as for why I left Harry with his relatives, it was for his protection. While Lily Potter's sacrifice endowed Harry with a sacrificial protection, I wished to make sure Harry was truly safe for years to come. So, I cast a bond of blood charm on Harry, which was activated when Petunia, Lily's sister, took her nephew into her home, and so long as Harry called Privet Drive his home, he would be safe until his seventeenth birthday. I told Petunia this in a letter I left with Harry, the night I brought him to his relatives. This is why I believed Harry would be safe, but now I see I was wrong." Dumbledore said.

That was how he found out about Harry's death, when he felt the bond of blood charm break, which made him quickly rush to Privet Drive to make sure Harry was safe. Only to be horrified and angered beyond comprehension, when he found Harry locked in the cabinet, under the stairs, dead and showing signs of abuse and neglect.

It had taken every ounce of willpower Dumbledore had, to not lash out against the Dursley's, but summoned the Aurors to take them away, along with retrieving Harry's body. Dumbledore then went off to make sure both Vernon and Petunia were judged before the Wizengamot, while their son Dudley was placed in foster care.

After everything was taken care of, Dumbledore had returned to his office, wishing to be alone, until the trial, in order to accept another one of his mistakes. This time, one that cost an innocent child his life.

The Wizengamot sat in silence, as they processed all the information they just learned, such as finally getting the truth of how Harry Potter survived the Killing Curse. Some of them actually having a newfound respect for Lily Potter, to willingly accept dying to protect her son, with many wondering if they'd have that same strength.

Finally, after a few moments, Fudge banged his gavel to resume the trial.

"Bring in the medic witch, who helped performed the autopsy!" Fudge said, so they could learn the full extent of Harry's abuse and neglect.

Once the medic witch was brought in, Fudge had them begin listing all the injuries Harry suffered at the Dursley's hands. Though just when the witch began, the entirety of Wizengamot was horrified, angered, and disgusted at how the Boy-Who-Lived was treated. Even worse, it was a magical child that suffered.

Malnourishment, three cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder that was never properly set back in place, burn marks on his hands and forearms from being forced to cook, scarring along his back from what looked to be from a belt, and a cracked skull.

The Dursley's shivered and shrunk under the glares from the Wizengamot, most looking ready to pull out their wands and attack them. Even the normally kind and forgiving Dumbledore looked tempted to erase them from existence, at now hearing the extent of Harry's abuse.

"Minister, that is not all we found. Upon closer inspection, we discovered that the scar that Harry was left with, after You-Know-Who's attack, had traces of a Horcrux within it." The medic witch revealed, making those who knew what a Horcrux was gasp in horror, while those that didn't were confused as to what a Horcrux was.

"For those of you that don't know, a Horcrux is one of the most terrible forms of Dark Magic. It is a container designed to hold a portion of a persons soul, effectively making them immortal. It can be anything, from a painting, to a grain of sand on the beach. How a Horcrux is created, is by committing the most evil and unforgivable act one can do, murder." Dumbledore explained, while those people who just learned this paled in fear at learning what a Horcrux was.

"Professor Dumbledore is correct. Another known fact is that a Horcrux can have an effect on people it's within close proximity of, making them more aggressive and angry. Me, and my colleagues, believe that it could have played a part in the Dursley's treatment of Harry. The dark magic from the Horcrux must have mixed with the protective charms that were placed on Harry, affecting their minds to believe that to protect Harry, that there shouldn't be a Harry." The medic witch explained.

This only horrified and saddened everyone even more, that Voldemort had managed to outsmart them all in the end. Even being successful in getting his revenge against Harry from beyond the grave. Though the medic witch then spoke again, with even more terrifying news.

"But that's not all. From what we found, the Horcrux within Harry's scar, was much smaller than one would expect, given when a Horcrux is made it tears the soul in half, making for a larger fragment. However, from the size of the one we found; we can only conclude this wasn't You-Know-Who's only Horcrux." The medic witch said slowly, as horror and realization dawned on everyone's faces at the implication.

Voldemort had more Horcruxes and was still alive.

Thankfully, before anyone could start panicking at this realization, Dumbledore stood up and spoke.

"I shall inform the Curse Breakers to begin searching for the remaining Horcruxes, so they can be destroyed. But as we don't know what Voldemort used to create them, how many there are, or where he could have hidden them, there's no guarantee that we will be able to locate all of them." Dumbledore said, with Fudge nodding shakily, while making a mental note to ensure that the Daily Prophet doesn't include anything about the Horcruxes and cause widespread panic.

"Does that mean we're free to go? Since we never actually intended to kill the boy." Petunia said, believing with this would allow them to go free.

"That's right! If not for that horcrutch messing with our minds, the boy would still be alive! This Voldmore is the one responsible, not us!" Vernon added.

Only for the couple to shrink under Dumbledore's cold look.

"I believe you Muggles have a saying for this. Voldemort may have given you a loaded gun, but you're still guilty of pulling the trigger." Dumbledore said.

Afterwards, the trial proceeded with the Dursley's being found guilty, before being sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban for their crimes. While their son was given to a foster family, where he'd hopefully turn out better than his parents.

*Timeskip-Three Days*

The Dark Lord's Last Laugh: The Death of a Savior

That was the title of the newest edition of the Daily Prophet, with it detailing the death of Harry Potter, the Dursley's trial, and even a copy of the autopsy report of everything Harry suffered in his life. There was also mentioned of how more wizarding families were beginning to agree with the Pure-Blood Supreme Mentality, with Half-Bloods and Muggleborns denouncing their ties to the Muggle World, given what their savior suffered at the hands of Muggles.

Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Since they did note Lily Potter's Sacrifice, and how a Dark Magic that Voldemort used on Harry, before his death, played a role in his relatives cruelty.

This also lead to the Pure-Blood Supremacy Mindset being split into two factions. The Traditionalists and the Revolutionists, with the latter not really having a problem with Half-Bloods, Muggleborns and Squibs, given their ties to the Magical World. But held no love for Muggles and the Muggle World, while wishing to have some laws in place to extract anyone of Magical Nature, while also fully separating the two worlds. Like how the Americans did, before the repealment of Rappaport's Law in 1965.

All over Magical Britain, and even some other parts of Magical Europe as whole, the death of the Boy-Who-Lived had caused mass outrage, sadness, and horror. With the ones taking it the worse, were those that had been closest to James and Lily.

Remus Lupin looked at the paper in sadness and horror, with tears falling from his eyes.

Pushing it away, Remus held his face in his hands as he cried over the death of the son of two of his closest friends. He still remembered when he, Sirius and Peter would visit James and Lily, before they went into hiding; playing with Harry, watching him move around on a toy broomstick. How James would go on about teaching him to carry on the Marauder's legacy, only for Lily to smack him over the head, while saying how her son would be focusing on his classes and improving himself, rather than pranks.

It only made the pain worse, now that all three of them were gone.

'James, Lily, I'm so sorry.' Remus thought, filled with self-loathing at not having bothered to even ask Dumbledore how Harry was doing, or make an attempt to visit him.

Now he'd never get that chance, and Remus couldn't even wonder how he'd be able to face the Potters in the afterlife.

*With McGonagall*

McGonagall sat in her office, looking at the paper with tears in her eyes. Even though she had been at the trial and knew what happened beforehand, she still had trouble believing Harry was dead.

'He had his mothers eyes and, even back then, looked just like his father.' McGonagall thought sadly, remembering the few times she met Harry as a baby.

She actually dreaded the day he'd come to Hogwarts, imagining another James raising hell with his pranks. But would also be brilliant in all his classes, like Lily, the best of his parents. Only now, that day would never come.

'I hope you all found peace, together.' McGonagall thought, pulling out a bottle of Fire Whiskey and a glass, hoping that Harry could be with his parents now.

*With Dumbledore*

"Aberforth."

Aberforth Dumbledore looked up from the counter of his pub/inn, the Hog's Head Inn, and saw his brother standing by the door.

"What do you want, Albus?" Aberforth said, going back to cleaning the counter, not interested in talking with his brother.

"To see my brother." Dumbledore said, walking up and sitting at the bar, with Aberforth pausing again, and looked at Albus, finally seeing just how…old his brother looked.

Aberforth of course knew the reason, given he's sure everyone has at least heard of what happened to the Boy-Who-Lived. Along with the part Albus played in what happened, even if he never intended for it to happen.

'Just like with Ariana.' Aberforth thought bitterly, having never gotten over what happened to their little sister, how Albus and his former friend, Grindelwald, got her killed in their duel.

"I'm not here to ask for forgiveness, you have every right to hate me, it was my actions that lead to her death. Just as it was my actions that lead to another innocent's death. It seems that no matter what I do, someone always ends up dead because of me." Dumbledore said, thinking on all the people who he failed, knowing Harry was just another in a very long list.

This made Aberforth look at his brother again, before grunting as he pulled out a bottle of Fire Whiskey, and two glasses. Pouring both glasses, Aberforth placed one in front of Albus.

"Here, this is a bar, not some place for you to come and mope around." Aberforth said, raising his glass, while Dumbledore grabbed the one in front of him.

"And don't think this is free, I don't care who you are, you drink here, you pay." Added Aberforth, with Dumbledore chuckling lightly.

"I'd expect nothing less." Dumbledore replied, raising his glass as he and his brother gave a toast in Harry's memory.

*The Burrow*

Meanwhile, the Weasley family was all gathered together, even their eldest son, Bill, after hearing what happened. All of them mourning the loss, not for the Boy-Who-Lived, but of a young child that never had a chance to live.

What none of them noticed, was how Percy's pet rat, Scabbers, also seemed to have his head hung low in not just sadness, but also shame. Another hidden fact, is that Scabbers was in truth, Peter Pettigrew, the real traitor of the Potters, who sold them out to Voldemort.

'I never meant for this to happen.' Peter thought.

Yes, he betrayed James and Lily out of fear, telling Voldemort where they were, even framing Sirius for their betrayal, before faking his death. He knew Voldemort would have killed Harry and would have lived with that regret for the rest of his life. But that would have been quick and painless. He didn't want Harry to suffer, like he did with his relatives.

Now it didn't matter, he was responsible for not just the death of two of his friends, but their son, as well.

'They were all right, I'm just a pathetic, cowardly, weakling, who only knows how to protect himself.' Thought Peter, while lowering his head.

*Longbottom Manor*

Augusta Longbottom sighed as she looked over the paper, shaking her head sadly at seeing yet another life lost because of Voldemort.

'He and Neville were quite similar, losing their parents, being taken in by relatives, and being tormented by them.' Augusta thought, while filled with shame.

After what happened to her son and his wife, and taking in her grandson, she had become strict and demanding of Neville, wanting him to live up to his parents legacies. She and the rest of her family even feared that Neville might be a Squib, when he showed no signs of having magic, leading to most of them doing stupid and foolish things that endangered his life.

Thankfully, Neville did have magic, but what if he didn't, he might very well be dead because of his own family, just like Harry Potter was.

How would she have been able to face Frank and Alice, even if they weren't responsive, and tell them that their son was dead, because of her and the rest of their foolish family.

'Perhaps, I should just let Neville be a child, let him live as he wants, rather than what I want.' Augusta thought, wanting to give her grandson a better life, where he could live as what he wished, and not what others wanted.

*With Mad-Eye Moody*

"What a waste." Muttered Alastor Moody, while looking at the paper.

While he may not have been as close to the Potters, as some other members of the Order were, he still considered them good friends and allies. It was terrible what happened to them and made Moody more determined to hunt down every single Death Eater, and either put them in the ground, or make sure they became food for the Dementors.

Now hearing that their son was dead as well, at the hands of his own relatives, and the Horcrux that was in his scar.

"It'll make the Dark Lord's followers come out of the woodworks. And I'll be waiting to throw them into Azkaban." Moody said, while standing up, knowing it was time for him to come out of retirement.

*Malfoy Manor*

Lucius shook his head, as he folded the paper and placed it on the table. Even if he had been at the trial for those worthless Muggles, and heard everything that was said, he still found it a shame that a young magical life had been snuffed out.

Sure the Potter boy might have played a part in the Dark Lord's downfall, but Lucius still found it disgusting that a magical life was ended by Muggles of all people.

It actually made Lucius think of his own son, Draco, and imagined it was his own son whose life was ended.

'Perhaps I should…try to let Draco be a child for once, rather than my heir.' Lucius thought, believing he should lower his expectations for Draco, and not place too many burdens on him to be the future Head of House.

Standing up, Lucius exited the living room, walking pass his wife, Narcissa, who was holding a glass of wine.

She too was saddened at learning such a young life was ended by Muggles, but she was also empathetic to those who'd take it the hardest. Such as her cousin, Sirius, whom she knew for a fact would never have betrayed the Potters, given how close he and James were, as well as the fact that he was Harry's godfather, as well. Along with her son's own godfather, Severus, given his friendship with Lily Evans, and that learning her son was dead, likely wouldn't be easy for him.

Narcissa could even the House Elf, Dobby, crying somewhere at the death of the poor savior.

*With Severus Snape*

Snape shouted in rage as he swung his wand through the air, sending a bookcase flying against a wall, where it shattered.

All around him, his normally neat and organized office was in ruins, the Potions Professor having been destroying everything around him, ever since he read that damn paper and learned what happened to Lily's son.

Panting, Snape leaned back against a wall, before slowly sliding down it.

'I failed, I never seen saw the boy, or had a chance to protect him, and I've already failed her.' Snape thought, as tears slid down his eyes.

He still remembered finding her body that night, finding her dead in her son's nursery, giving her life to save his. He remembered crying as he held her, knowing that this was his fault for telling Voldemort about the prophecy.

And now her son was gone as well, the son who had her eyes.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault." Muttered Snape, covering his face in shame and sadness.

*Azkaban*

Sirius Black screamed in rage and sadness from within his cell, after having gotten a copy of the Daily Prophet. He screamed in sadness and despair at learning his godson was dead, in anger at the ones who killed him, and that rat bastard, who sentenced him to this hell on earth.

'Damn you, Peter! I swear, you'll pay if it's the last thing I do! You'll pay for James, Lily, and Harry, you traitor!' Sirius swore.

He didn't care how long it took, but the first chance he gets, he'll turn into his Animagus form and escape Azkaban. And when he does, he'll make sure his friends and godson get justice, by finding that traitor Pettigrew, and making him pay for his betrayal.

But before he leaves this accursed prison, he had some business to take care of, with Azkaban's two newest prisoners.

*Timeskip-Two Days*

Vernon and Petunia Dursley shivered and whimpered in their cell, having been thrown in the same rather, than two different cells. The Aurors who brought them to Azkaban, having been given orders to do so, so they could suffer together.

Neither of the Muggles even had time to shout and scream at the Aurors to let them go before they were brought to their knees by the Dementors that were set upon them. Draining away all their positive memories and leaving behind only fear and depression.

Even though they've only been at Azkaban for a few days, it felt like decades to the two, as the Dementors came by everyday to drain them of any positive memories.

Suddenly, the Dursley's paled in fear when they heard a growling, just outside their cell. Looking, the Muggles gasped in fear when they saw a large, skinny black dog just outside the cell door, growling and snarling at them.

Their fear only increased when the dog moved forward, and managed to squeeze through the bars, leaving them trapped inside with it. Then before either of them could react, the dog leapt at them with its mouth wide open.

Then all anyone could hear, were the screams of pain and agony from within the cell, with most of the prisoners laughing at the pain being inflicted on the Muggles trapped in here, with them. Though one such prisoner, while taking enjoyment in the Muggles pain, didn't laugh and merely smirked wickedly.

"I guess you are a Black, after all, Sirius." Bellatrix mused, for once feeling pride in her least favorite family member.

*Timeskip-Four Days*

Remus stepped out of the fireplace in Dumbledore's office, finding the Headmaster sitting behind his desk.

"Albus, I'm not sure if you've heard or not but Sirius, he's escaped Azkaban." Remus said, having just heard how his former friend escaped the supposedly inescapable prison, and quickly rushed to inform Dumbledore.

"Yes, I learned about it yesterday, and I've been wondering where he could have gone." Replied Dumbledore, already aware of Sirius's escape.

Nodding, Remus sat down across from Dumbledore, with an uneasy look on his face.

"Why would he escape now? He's surely already heard of…Harry's death. Why wouldn't he have tried to escape sooner?" Remus asked, confused as to why Sirius would escape, when the person responsible for his master's death was now dead, as well.

"I am unsure. Most would think Sirius would take the chance to rally the Death Eaters under his control, until Voldemort's return. But now…I'm wondering if perhaps, we need to take a closer look at what really happened between Sirius and Peter and find out who really betrayed who." Dumbledore said, with Remus's eyes widening at hearing this before he thought it over.

Could it be true, could Sirius really be innocent and didn't betray the Potters? If that's true, then the real traitor was…

'That rat!' Remus thought in anger, realizing that there was a chance Peter had been the real traitor, and Sirius had spent the past four years suffering in Azkaban, and now having learned his godson was dead.

He likely escaped to hunt down Peter, the rat probably having faked his death.

"I'll do my part to help find the truth. I owe it to James, Lily, and Harry." Remus said, standing up, while Dumbledore nodded.

"Well all owe it to them." Replied Dumbledore, as a select few shared his newfound suspicions of Sirius's guilt, as well.

Afterwards, Remus soon left to begin his own investigation, leaving Dumbledore alone.

Once Remus had left, Dumbledore sighed, before opening a drawer, showing the shattered remains of the prophecy orb, the one about the one who would defeat Voldemort. It, along with the one in the Department of Mysteries, had shattered not long after Harry's death.

'Meaning Harry was indeed the one who would defeat Voldemort, but now that is no longer an option.' Dumbledore thought, while closing the drawer.

That would leave young Neville Longbottom as the only candidate left to stand against Voldemort, when he returns. And this time, Dumbledore won't make the same mistake, and make sure Neville will be prepared, like he should have done with Harry.

'But not just Neville, I need to find others with the courage, determination, and skill to stand against Tom and his followers, once and for all.' Dumbledore thought, knowing he couldn't put so much blind faith in Neville being the only one who can stop Voldemort.

Especially with the prophecy now destroyed, and that being part of the reason for Harry's death. He had put too much on the boy's shoulders, and it eventually crushed him.

For the first time in years, Dumbledore felt a new determination burning inside him. A determination to train the next generation to be their best and be ready for Voldemort's inevitable return.

'And perhaps, the Wizarding World doesn't need a prophesized savior, what they need is someone who will take a stand by choice, someone who will fight, not because of a prophecy, but because it's the right thing to do. Someone…who can be a hero.' Dumbledore thought.

*Wool's Orphanage*

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in London, within Wool's Orphanage, a five-year-old Naruto Uzumaki slept peacefully in his room. Unaware of the events that have transpired in the past few days, or the everything that will happen in the years to come.

So, what did you think, good. Yep Harry Potter is dead, having been killed by his relatives after the Horcrux in his scar along with the protective charms messed with their minds, but even with that they still killed the Boy-Who-Lived. And the news of this has reached everyone in Magical Britain with everyone mourning the death of their savior, along with many changes happening as a result. Not only that but now Dumbledore has decided to train the next generation to be ready for Voldemort's return and hope that a new hero will rise up to stop him. And it just so happens, he'll be getting the perfect candidate in just a few short years. So, review if you liked go away if you didn't.

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