[Prologue]

The population of Wizarding Britain was rejoicing. After a gruelling three year war, Evan Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, had defeated Voldemort. Celebrations were taking place nearly every hour. Award ceremonies and memorials were being planned. Businesses that had closed during the war were reopening, and it was predicted they would be flourishing in a matter of months. The Ministry of Magic was getting back on its feet. People were being hired and promoted, and certain departments were being reorganized. Most importantly, it was starting to prosecute Death Eaters.

Even if the war against the Dark Lord had been brief it had affected every wizard/witch in Europe. From campaigns to recruit Death Eaters from the three primary schools to ransacking famous shops hidden throughout the continent. Even though many of the more notorious Death Eaters such as Bellatrix Lestrange and Fenrir Greyback had been killed in numerous battles throughout the war. Thankfully, there had never been one huge final battle as everyone thought would be necessary to take out Voldemort. The Department of Mysteries had managed to find a weak spot in the wards of the Dark Lord's main headquarters and a seventeen-year-old Evan and a group of Hit-Wizards had managed to overpower the forces there, including the Dark Lord.

Death Eaters had been captured, mostly low-ranking ones. Severus Snape's body had been found in one of the manor's empty rooms, some minor scandals had been reported as sidelines of the Daily profit as most of the Pureblood upper echelons had been captured as well. The time of death though of Severus Snape was declared to be about a month ago. And though it would've been nice to capture Snape, they got the two next best people: Harry Potter and Alex Fawley.

Everyone knew the story of Harry Potter. Potter being a household name after the abrupt end of the last war, everyone anticipated what the Boy-Who-Lived and his brothers would accomplish. Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor in 1987. Most would say that his first three years at Hogwarts were fairly normal dashed with a lot of mischiefs. Naturally brilliant though not particularly hardworking and a talented Quidditch seeker, Harry was very popular amongst his classmates and was once quoted as the 'Golden Griffindor'. He had several girlfriends over the course of his time there but none of them serious. It was due to Harry's tremendous popularity that no one, even the Slytherins, dared to mess with his younger brothers once they came to Hogwarts. And though Evan's years at Hogwarts always seemed to be filled with adventures and drama, those of his older and younger brothers went by normally.

Until Harry's 7th year.

It was the year the Triwizard Tournament came to Hogwarts, the year the then only fourteen-year-old Evan's name came out of the Goblet. It was the year Voldemort was resurrected. It was also the year that there was a remarkable change in Harry Potter. Once cheerful and charismatic, he was now withdrawn and sullen, often snapping at anyone who tried to prod answers out of him. He tended to disappear for long periods of time. His family was worried about him. His friends were worried about him.

By the end of the year, it was clear their worries were well-founded. Harry Potter, once the Gryffindor's Golden Boy, was now a Death Eater in Lord Voldemort's service, elevated to top status by murdering Alastor Moody, his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. This revelation rocked a lot of people's boats. The Potters were devastated by this news. James Potter forbade the use of Harry's name in their home. An Auror for nearly twenty years, he was angered and ashamed by his eldest son's deflection to the Dark. Lily Potter, on the other hand, was just upset, wondering what she had done as a mother to make her son hate them so much. Mark and Evan were confused, wondering what had happened to the older brother they had worshipped, the one who had always made time to play Quidditch with them at school. Harry's friends had searched their memories for something, anything, that would've indicated the dark path he would chose to take. Nothing concrete could be found except for his unusual friendship with Alex Fawley.

Alex was the last of his line, the heir to the Fawley name, raised by the Greengrass family his decent on the path towards the Dark path could never be placed. Maybe he started on it as soon as he was sorted into Slytherin in 1987, although many interviews with the Greengrass family over the years have indicated that they never realized when he took upon his intended path. One of the most brilliant mind to walk the halls of Hogwarts, Fawley was recognized as a quidditch prodigy, one of the sharpest minds for runes and arithmancy, and a master of the Dark arts. Alex could have been just another Death Eater, but the betrayal that England felt was harsh, when the star chaser that won them the world cup, when he was still a seventh year at Hogwarts, was seen participating in raids beside Voldemort as soon as he completed Hogwarts. The horror of those two NEWTS in Runes and Arithmancy destroyed many families.

Though most of Harry's grades at school were fairly impressive, there was one class in particular where Harry really shined: Defense Against the Dark Arts. He proved to have an intensely strategic mind, a instinctual understanding of dueling, and the keen awareness of where his opponent was at all times. Harry was so good that he earned a compliment from Alastor Moody. It was an irony that none missed when Moody died at Harry's wand. It was Harry's exceptional dueling skills and natural charisma that elevated him into the top rank of Voldemort's followers along with Alex. It didn't take long for him to be considered the Dark Lord's right-hand man, second only to Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's most devoted servant and Alex Fawley, the unhinged genious.

And now both of them were on trial for war crimes.

Amelia Bones, now the interim war Minister of Magic, was to preside over the trial since Dumbledore's position had not been filled in the frenzied year since his death. It was assumed that Daphne Greengrass would be prosecuting the case, a fact that gave most of Wizarding Britain a great deal of relief. Known for her elegant beauty and sharp wit, Daphne Greengrass was an enigma to most. Born into a neutral Pureblood family, Daphne started Hogwarts the same year as Harry and Alex. Sorted into Slytherin, she soon earned the reputation of Ice Princess. It was a mask, a good one to be sure, but it sent a message to everyone, particularly boys: Don't try to get close. Daphne wasn't super popular in her house. Unlike many of her housemates, she was a Slytherin at heart and thus didn't approve of much of their blatant idiocy.

Daphne's two close friends were Blaise Zabini and Tracey Davis, who eloped immediately after graduated and followed Blaise's mother to France to escape the imploding political climate of a country on the brink of war. Daphne's family, afraid of being forced to join the Dark Lord, also fled to France, enrolling her then 15-year-old sister into Beauxbaton.

To the surprise of the aforementioned people, Daphne chose to stay in England and start legal training. It didn't take long for her to obtain a law degree, to everyone's surprise, Daphne then took a job as a prosecuting attorney in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She was well-known for her tireless prosecution of Death Eaters and her stubborn insistence on not closing a case until she had gotten the truth out of the defendant.

It was not a surprise to think that the thought of such a woman prosecuting Harry Potter and Alex Fawley was comforting to the public, although there were some murmurs of the fact that the Greengrass family raised Alex they were swiftly silenced by the support of Evan potter and other members of the Order of the Phoenix, What no one, not the Daily Prophet or any in her Department (other than her boss and the other attorney involved), or even Harry and Alex sitting in their holding cell at Azkaban, knew was that Daphne was not planning on prosecuting them. She was planning on defending them...