Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe does not belong to me, I am only borrowing these characters to tell a story.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled as his godfather fell through the veil.
Remus held Harry back as he attempted to follow Sirius. Harry screamed for his godfather, wishing to follow him. No longer wishing to live the life he was living. In his own anguish, Remus dropped his grip and Harry fell to the floor clutching his chest, feeling as though a hole was boring its way into his heart. The weight of everything crushed him as he fell into his own living nightmare.
Across from him came the cackling laugh of Sirius' killer, Bellatrix Lestrange. He pushed out his pain and felt only anger, fuelling him towards revenge. Before anyone could stop him he started flinging curses at the disgusting excuse of a woman who had murdered the closest thing he had had to a father.
Bellatrix laughed and lead Harry on a chase, dodging his advances rather than retaliating. Rage consuming every fibre of his being, Harry followed, hurling spell after spell, in an attempt to force Bellatrix to feel the pain he was feeling. Right at this moment he did not care how much he hurt her, because he was not the only one her actions had hurt.
Harry started flinging crucios her way, fully intending to torture her into the insanity she had forced upon Neville's parents. None of his curses hit her, instead knocking open doors throughout the department of ministries. In front of him Bellatrix paused in front of an imposing door and he threw the strongest crucio he could her way.
Bellatrix easily dodged it and made her way out towards the atrium. Harry made to follow when he noticed the door he had hit with his curse throw itself open. There was no room inside the door, only a tunnel of light that pulled him towards it. Before he could think he was hurled through the door away from the department of mysteries and away from his pain.
~OMT~
Harry woke, unaware of his surroundings. He stared up at a ceiling, noticing it had an intricate design of a griffon fighting a giant snake all in gold. Attempting to move he felt as if he was held in a vice, his arms constricted to his sides. Moving his head to the side he saw bars and wondered briefly if he was in Azkaban for using an unforgivable. He cast that thought aside as he felt none of the despair he knew he would feel if he were truly there.
Wriggling against what constrained him he finally got one of his arms loose, noticing with that that he was held with a blanket. Thinking how weird that was he looked at his hand and was shocked at how different it looked. It was missing his "I must not tell lies," scar and had none of the lines he was used to seeing. At this point he stopped and tried to feel everything that was touching him, trying to find clues.
Then he felt the last thing he expected, rather than wearing his normal clothes, he was wearing the most uncomfortable pants and they were wet. He had wet himself, and he thought he was wearing a nappy. Realising this could only be a vivid nightmare he tried to pinch himself awake. When that didn't work he screamed, completely overwhelmed with the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him.
He heard a door open near him and when he noticed who walked in he fainted.
