Undesirable No 1 Harry Potter
"One. Two. Three!"
And so the S.W.A.T. team burst through the door, completely breaking it in half. Their intimidating, big guns with harsh white lights pointed straight at the brown haired boy sitting it the corner of the room. At least six of the team members surrounded him while the others went to search the rest of the house. They didn't find anything.
The boy had his knees up and skinny arms hugging them to his chest. The expression on the young boy's pale face was crazed. A huge grin was plastered on him and then suddenly he began to laugh hysterically. He threw his head back with laughing so hard and pounded it against the hard wood boarded walls. It almost sounded like screaming.
Two members of the team lifted him up, forcefully taking his arms from around his thin legs. Another member searched him, not finding anything sharp on him. She did find a very polished and sleek wooden stick, but thought nothing of it and threw it on the ground. But then she saw a sharp piece of broken mirror on the floor in the corner, supposedly having been behind the boy before. Then she noticed two vertical bloody lines on his arms.
"Get him a doctor!" she yelled at the others with furrowed brows. They dragged him out of the house to the car and wrapped his arms temporarily with basic white dressing and then handcuffed him. Gently though. The boy had stopped his hysteric laughing, but began to trash against his captors relentlessly.
They rolled to the high quarters and jailed him up. A doctor was sent to him with a guard who tended his deep seemingly self-inflicted wounds the best he could manage in the cell. He did have some local anesthetic so he could stitch them up. He told the agents that it seemed like the boy had tried to commit suicide.
They left him in the cell while they discussed what was to do with him and when the court should meet up.
At that moment the Ministry of Magic apparated with Bartemius Crouch into the cell. One of the men paused the security cameras that looked into the cell so that they weren't shown.
Crouch went right in front of the boy who stood slightly hunched with a blank face, though there was a slight twitch on his lip.
"Harry James Potter, on the 2nd of May 1998 you have been convicted of using the unforgivable curses, Imperio, Crusio and Avada Kedavra multiple times and escaping from conviction. You're to be taken in the custody of the Ministry of Magic until the Ministry has made it's ruling", Crouch proclaimed. Harry was once again cuffed but with the Ministry's devices and they apparated to the Atrium of the head quarters of the Ministry.
It was close to evening time, but there were still a lot of workers going about through the Atrium, but it all stopped once they got there. Everyone simply halted to their places when they saw the boy.
"It's Harry Potter!" someone yelled.
"Harry Potter has been found!"
"Harry Potter is here!"
"Harry Potter! It's Harry Potter!" people started yelling so Crouch silenced them by doing a harmless light spell and opened a way through the people. Two men were holding onto Potter tightly by his arms and trudged him along behind Crouch.
"You killed my wife! You bastard!" someone suddenly yelled at him.
"My brother! Do you remember killing him?!"
"You made my son kill people! You're a monster!"
People kept shouting at him and pointing at him. Unfortunately for them, they couldn't harm him for they would then be convicted. There were posters on the walls with Harry's face on them in black and white. "Undesirable No. 1". Search warrants. 10 000 gallons on his head. No need for looking anymore though. The muggles got to him faster than them. That was enough of a disgrace to the witches that Harry could have hoped for. That's why he had stayed in the muggle world while waiting for his imprisonment.
While they walked through the hall Harry saw him. Dressed in his usual light coloured robe stood Professor Albus Dumbledore. A horrid expression marked his aged face. His mouth open and eyes blown. Harry looked back at him pointedly as they walked past him and time felt slowed down. Dumbledore followed them hurriedly after being seized in his place from pure shock.
Harry was lead into another cell room made of much tougher matter than any other one. Magic.
A few guards were placed next to the cell to keep an eye on him. Harry smirked at one of them. Severus Snape.
"The great Harry Potter has returned from his pathetic little hiding place. What changed your mind to give up?" he asked as arrogantly as ever, his arms folded on his chest. Harry just stared at him with green eyes foggy with psychosis. He began to slightly tremble, but stayed in place. Infuriated rage could be seen raging inside of him.
"Oh, has Potter's little head gone insane? Well, when was it not. It was only a matter of time before you completely lost it, Potter", he snapped and turned his back to him, black cape whirling as he did so. Harry's teeth ground together so hard that they could break if he pressed them any harder.
"You're going to Azkaban tomorrow, Potter. This time you aren't escaping."
I rarely compliment my writing or am proud of it, but with this one I kind of am, because I have not actually read any of the Harry Potter books. I have seen the movies, but I had to make a bit of an investigation on the subject to make it right. Well, I don't still know if it's all correct though. But obviously I have made some changes, like Dumbledore is not dead and Harry's a maniac. I have never written Potter fanfiction or read it so I'm quite blind right now, but I hope this was still nice to read. This isn't the end clearly. I think this would be a little too open of an open ending.
Anyway, that's all. Stay tuned for more. If there are some Harry Potter facts you would like me to know, then please tell me. I'd appreciate them. I'm intending to read the books soon, don't worry. I just have been having these weird dreams about Harry lately so I decided to write some shit down.